Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up later than I usually would and took a moment to remember where I was. Our room faced west, so it was past 8am before the sun was high enough to reflect off the water. Nonetheless, there was an incredible view of the blue sea with just a handful of birds to interrupt it. I slid out of bed from beside the sleeping Jillian and walked over to the window for a better look.

“Mmmm, that’s a lovely view first thing in the morning”, I heard a sleepy voice from behind me.

I turned my head to see Jillian rubbing her eyes as she too emerged from her slumber.

“It’s so blue and peaceful”, I replied.

“Oh the sea is nice too I guess. I meant the view of your butt!”, Jillian giggled.

I walked back to the bed and yanked the covers off her. She squealed and curled up into the fetal position as I tried to swat at her bare butt in retaliation.

“Speaking of butts, I’m going to spank yours for that comment!”, I laughed.

“Oooh, do you promise?”, she giggled as she rolled onto her back to face me.

She looked so amazing lying there naked on the bed that I almost had to pinch myself to ensure I wasn’t dreaming. Her breasts sagged ever so slightly giving away her four decades of age, but the luscious nipples still called out to be sucked upon. The light stretch marks on her stomach tapered off below her belly button, where a small strip of pubic hair led down to her groin. Her tousled hair was draped over the pillow and framed her face, where a bright smile put the sunlight outside to shame.

She cocked her finger and gestured for me to join her and I needed no second invitation. Her hand wrapped gently around my penis as she pulled me towards her. We kissed gently, the slighly stale taste of morning breath making it just that little bit sexier. Then a door slammed and we heard the sounds of activity in the common area.

“Much as I love doing this, we need to get moving. We agreed 9am for breakfast with Lauren.”

“Nooo”, grumbled Jillian. “Let’s just stay in bed! I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Sure, do you want me to tell your daughter why we decided to skip breakfast? Or should I?”, I laughed.

“Aaaargh”, she said resignedly. “Promise me we’ll get a chance to do something later at least?”

“I promise you Jill, if I have my way, you’ll be too sore to walk straight by the end of the week!”. I rolled off the bed and slapped her butt gently. “Now come on, let’s get going.”

We walked together to the bathroom and began brushing our teeth. Jillian sat on the toilet to pee while she brushed, before heading off to the shower to start the water there. I took my own turn to sit on the toilet after her.

“Oh wow, this shower is divine Georgie. Come join me!”, I heard her call out.

“Uh yeah, just give me a minute”, I replied with a touch of embarassment in my voice.

“Are you on the toilet? Oooh, can I watch?”, she teased from the shower.

I finished my business, wiped and flushed, before joining her.

“Jillian honey, some things are best kept as mysteries if we want to keep the romance going!”, I joked.

“But you’re so cute when you’re embarassed”.

I swapped places with her under the spray and began to later myself up.

“I used to be mortified over bathroom activities”, I admitted. “But Anita cured me of that.”

“Mmm, sounds like there’s a kinky story there”, Jillian giggled as she rinsed the soap off her body.

“Well, Anita never met a kink she didn’t want to try at least once.”

“Maybe we can try some stuff this week?”, she asked a little hesitantly. “I mean, not neccessarily watching each other take a dump, but you know other stuff...”

“Jill, I could go an entire lifetime without watching you take a shit and be just fine. But its not about that. It’s about being comfortable enough with each other to break down normal inhibitions and barriers and I guess that’s what makes things like that naughty and sexy rather than gross.”

We stepped out of the shower and toweled off quickly. I opened up my bag to pick out some clothes while Jillian pulled on the same outfit she had been wearing yesterday. She produced a hairbrush and some lipstick from her purse and quickly put herself together in the mirror.

“My makeup kit is in the bag”, she apologised. “So you’ll have to put up with me like this till we can get some more!”. I just rolled my eyes in response.

Lauren was waiting for us when we emerged into the living area right at 9am, curled up on one of the chairs with the TV on. She popped up quickly as soon as she saw us.

“Morning mom, morning unc ... uh, George”, she said brightly.

“Morning sweetie. Did you sleep well? Everything ok?”, Jillian said as she slipped right back into the maternal role.

“Yes!!! The bed was so comfy. I just wish I had all my stuff back though.”

“Well”, I chimed in. “Let’s go get breakfast and then we can hit the mall!”

It was a short walk to the main building through the spectacularly landscaped gardens, something we didn’t get a chance to appreciate last night. The breakfast rush had already finished by the time we arrived, so we got a table with a prime view on the outside patio and helped ourselves to the buffet.

The two girls made a beeline for the fresh fruit, while I made my way to the fresh eggs station. They had an extensive list of options and fillings on a board, so I started reading through the list.

“Get the eggs benedict with smoked salmon. I promise you won’t regret it.”, said a voice from behind me.

I turned and saw the guy from the next table walking towards us.

“I’ll take your word for it then!”, I responded.

“Chuck Jordan”, he introduced himself, holding out his hand. “I saw you guys at the table next to us.”

“George Burdell”, I reciprocated, shaking firmly. “I take it you’ve been here a few days?”

“Yep, been here a week already and another week to go. I’m gonna miss these breakfasts when we get back home.”

“We just got in last night for a week. Sadly some of our luggage decided to take a free stopover in Dallas. So we need to hit the mall after this.”

We made small talk as our eggs were prepared and walked back to our adjacent tables. It seemed the ladies had also befriended each other as we found a pair of waiters pushing the two tables together to create a 6-seater.

“Well, that didn’t take long.”, Chuck laughed. “George, this here is my wife Joanne and our son Brad.”

“Nice to meet you!”, I replied. “I see you’ve already met Jill and Lauren.”

We sat down, naturally pairing up into men, women and the kids in our seating arrangements. Chuck and I discussed baseball, while the ladies chatted about whatever ladies chat about. Brad and Lauren meanwhile seemed to be hitting it off equally well. Breakfast done, we took our leave, promising to catch up again at some point during the week.

“They seemed like nice people”, I said as we walked towards the rental car.

“Oh yes”, replied Jillian. “Joanne’s a fascinating lady. I hope we get a chance to spend more time with them.”

“What about Brad?”, I asked Lauren.

She blushed slightly.

“Uh yeah, he’s pretty cool. Actually he was saying that some of the kids are getting together this afternoon at the pool...”

I laughed.

“I guess that means you need to buy a swimsuit at the mall, among other things!”

The drive to the mall took just a few minutes. It looked like a typical suburban mall with the usual brands, so I was confident enough that the ladies would find whatever they needed there. I took out the pre-paid cards from my pocket and smiled at Jill.

“Trust me, ok?”, I said, handing both the cards to Lauren.

Jill raised an eyebrow and looked at me.

“Go get yourself whatever you need”, I said. “Your mom and I will go looking for her stuff so we don’t cramp your style!”

Lauren just stood there open mouthed with a big grin forming.

“Don’t go overboard!”, Jill chided her in maternal anticipation. “You don’t need to spend everything on the cards right now!”

Lauren nodded, still mute. We parted ways, agreeing to meet back at the Food Court in a couple of hours.

“Soooo”, Jill said as she put her arm around my waist. “I guess this means that I get to max out your credit card instead of that Visa debit?”

“Maybe it just means I want to keep you naked all the time?”, I countered. “You won’t need any clothes!”

“You can have me naked whenever you want anyway”, she whispered.

“Oh really?”, I teased. “Even right now if I wanted? Right here in the middle of the mall?”

Jill blushed bright red.

“Uh ... no. I didn’t mean in public!”

I chuckled.

“I know, just teasing!”

We wandered the mall for a while until Jill saw a place advertising a sale on women’s dresses.

“Oh, this one looks nice. What do you think George?”, she asked as she browsed through a rack.

“Uh huh”, I said non-committally.

“Let me go try it on”, she said, heading towards the fitting rooms.

I sat on a stool outside the fitting room and pulled out my phone to check emails. The airline had confirmed that the bags had arrived from Dallas and were being scheduled for delivery to our hotel. Well, small win at least.

The phone pinged with a text message from Jill.

“L is too big - can u bring me size M instead pls”

I walked over to the rack and picked out a Medium in the same design. Jill was just inside the fitting room entrance, modeling an attractive but ill-fitting dress.

“Here’s the medium”, I said, handing it over.

“Ok, let me try it on”, she replied. “Wait here a second so you can see how it looks.”

She disappeared back into a cubicle as I stood and waited. A few seconds later, I heard her voice.

“George, can you come here and tell me what you think please?”

I stepped towards the cubicle as the door opened. To my surprise, Jill stood there in just her underwear. She pulled me in quickly and closed the door behind me.

“You still want me to get naked for you in the mall?”, she giggled.

“Uh”, I mumbled. That was about the limit of what my brain was capable of processing right now.

She grinned and unfastened her bra, releasing her breasts. My eyes opened wider. Then she took a step back, hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down too. She stood naked in front of me and did a slow 360-degree twirl.

“Wow”, was all I could manage.

“Ssshhh!”, she said, holding a finger over her lips.

She knelt in front of me and gently ran her hands over the newly formed bulge in my trousers. I moaned quietly as she unfastened my belt and pulled them down to my knees. One hand snaked its way into my boxers, taking hold of my penis, while the other pulled the boxers down to my knees as well.

“I still owe you a blowjob from the plane yesterday”, she whispered as her tongue slowly licked its way from the base to the tip of my shaft.

Suddenly, we heard the sounds of another person entering a cubicle just a couple of doors down from us.

“Shit shit shit”, Jill hissed. “You’re gonna have to be very quiet!”

I gently pulled back, my head prevailing over the interests of points further south.

“I hate to say this, but no, we can’t do this right now. Imagine if we get caught and your daughter has to bail us out?”

Jill looked deflated but nodded her head in understanding. We both pulled our clothes back on quickly, my dick twitching slightly as Jill bent over to pick up her underwear, exposing her delights to me. As she moved to open the cubicle door, I pulled her gently towards me.

“You never cease to amaze me Jillian!”, I whispered in her ear as I ran my hand over the curves of her jeans.

“Let’s get out of here Georgie, before I lose my self control and fuck you right here on the fitting room floor”, she hissed back.

The rest of our shopping was comparitively uneventful. We were still quite stuffed from breakfast, so we just grabbed some ice-creams at the food court before heading back to the hotel.

Once back, Lauren quickly disappeared into her room with her shopping while Jill and I relaxed on the couch with some drinks from the mini-bar. I kicked off my shoes and absently surfed the channels on TV.

“Bye mom, bye George!”, Lauren shouted as she emerged from her room and headed out the front door. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours!”