The Last Resort
by Janet Fremont
Copyright© 2025 by Janet Fremont
Romance Sex Story: An older, couple, reliving their memories, a trip to a lovers’ resort and perhaps some of the promised magic.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Heterosexual Fiction .
For Rod Serling who set the standards.
A small motel appeared on their left and then disappeared as they drove on by. Actually it looked to be more than just a motel. There appeared to be a couple of dining rooms with a great expanse of tall glass windows each looking out to the shoreline with its sand beach. There was also a large swimming pool visible inside an expansive glass wall. The beach was empty now in early October but there were still a number of cars in the facility parking lot and a number of bathing suit clad bodies were visible through the glass wall around the indoor pool. They had already passed several motels billing themselves as “resorts.” This one had a sign proclaiming “Silver Sands Resort.”
“Still a bit to go,” the woman in the right seat commented as she looked at the printed pages she was holding. “It’s suppose to be the last resort on this road. In fact it looks like the road ends there.” Sharon Dixon had gray hair, not too surprising as she was some ninety-two years old. Still, she had a very pretty face and it was easy to see that she would have been quite a beauty when she was younger, her eyes still a bright, nearly shining blue. She was still slim and her face and figure, while carrying the lines of a long life, were still more firm and smooth than might be expected.
In the left seat her husband, Bob, ninety-three himself and also with blue eyes, presented a tall figure, his hair silver, but with the lines of long experience also showing on his face. But in addition there was also a slight look of either actual pain or, more probably, the apprehension of sudden unexpected pain. He glanced towards her. “The last resort. Probably in more ways than one. At least for us.” A look of sadness flashed fleetingly over both of their faces.
Sharon immediately said, “Bob, we don’t know that. Remember they said that with this new drug you might go into remission. And, for that matter, my heart might go on working for some time yet.”
With a sardonic smile he replied, “True, but that’s probably not the way to bet.” Both knew that he was referring to the old quote from Damon Runyon: “The fight is not always to the strong or the race to the fleet. But that’s the way to bet.”
His wife returned his look with a similar smile. Then she took a deep breath and said, “Maybe not, but sometimes the unexpected happens. Anyway we agreed to try not to think about such things this trip. We want to make this one more happy memory, don’t we?”
His smile was more sincere this time. “Yes, especially since we probably won’t be making many more of these trips.” She started to say something to object but he quickly added, “No matter what happens we’re not immortal. And we do have a lot of good trips to remember.”
“Not to mention a lot of other good things to remember, Lover,” Sharon replied with a better smile of her own.
For long seconds they remained quiet and then Sharon said, “Like that trip the second year we were married.”
Bob almost laughed. “Yeah, that was some trip.”
The first two years they had been married the economy had not been good. Jobs were hard to come by and both had only managed temporary work for over a year. Money was very tight and that meant that they had had no time or funds for much of anything except work. Certainly no real vacations. Then within a month each had found a full time position and after eight months of work they had accumulated enough vacation time and saved just enough money for a two week trip. Neither had ever been to the Rockies and now they planned to finally see these mountains, even though the amount they could spend would make for a very tight trip.
Their car was ten years old but they thought it would be OK for this. After the first day they found they were wrong. A full day plus half of another was lost in getting it repaired and the cost definitely put a dent in their ready cash. They decided to camp an extra night or so instead of staying in a motel and thought that would balance things out. It did help with the money problem but the first night when they camped in a state park in South Dakota, it rained. Not just rained but poured, letting water flow onto the floor of their tent, soaking their sleeping bags. This was just the beginning. They did get to see the mountains but more problems cut into their funds and they ended up cutting their trip short by several days.
Probably the most surprising thing about the whole trip was that it didn’t get them down. They were young and in love and managed to look on all the mishaps as funny. Afterwards, whenever they talked about that trip they were able to laugh at the troubles and a few years later they did manage another trip out west without all the problems.
Sharon reached over and gave Bob’s hand a squeeze. She smiled and said, “I seem to remember even that first night camping we didn’t let soaked sleeping bags or a half inch of water stop us and we made love three times before morning.”
Bob gave a small laugh. “You don’t think a little thing like a bit of dampness would keep me from your lovely body, now do you?”
“No more than it kept me from yours.”
They were silent for another couple of minutes as they drove farther along the coast past a couple more resort type places.
Bob smiled again. “We always did seem to like that kind of activity. I don’t believe that in all the years we’ve missed more than three or four days in a row making love. Oh, except when the kids were born and even then we found other things to do for a few days.”
Sharon smiled and nodded. Inside she was thinking it had now been several years since Bob could perform or that she could engage in such activity without feeling a bit of tightness in her chest. Still, she thought, in over seventy years neither had ever lost interest in sex and neither had ever wanted anyone besides each other. They still slept together nude, bare bodies pressed firmly to the other. They still engaged in a lot of serious kissing and petting was not forgotten. Sure, it would be nice if they could still manage something more but they had had a good run.
It had been a couple of miles without another building when they saw a sign. It read “Xanadu Resort, ½ mile. The last resort on the point and the best for lovers.”
“That’s it,” Bob commented and slowed slightly.
They had come across a description of this resort on the net and had decided to see if they could make one more trip. The place sounded wonderful. Individual cabins, separated from each other. Each actually on the coast, each with a fireplace, a screened porch with hot tub and a private strip of sand beach. The picture looked at least as inviting as anywhere they had ever visited. There were also many hiking trails going farther up along the coast and throughout the expanse of forest beyond the cabins. However, both doubted that they would be able to hike much if any on the trails. Stiff joints and other problems now restricted such activities even if they had once thought nothing of a fifteen mile hike with full packs. They had decided to go for several days and reserved a cabin, hoping medical problems would allow this to still be a happy trip.
Around a turn the resort appeared on their left and the road itself ended in a wide turn around. The building itself didn’t look that impressive. Just a small office and what might have been a longue or bar or something like that. Well, the accommodations were individual cabins and were spread out along the coast beyond the office. The cabins had housekeeping facilities and pre-made meals could be ordered which only required heating. They had decided to go this route and didn’t expect to even visit the main building again after registration. Now they could see a small gravel access road leading in the direction farther along the coast toward where the cabins were shown to be.
Bob parked the car and climbed out. He moved around the car to open the door for Sharon as he had done for seventy-five years. He thought nothing of this. Or of holding her chair when she was seated at a table. Or of opening doors for her. He had always done such things. Sharon definitely appreciated these gestures, but had noticed that others often looked on them with surprise. The surprised looks always made her smile to herself, almost gloating. She wondered what those people would think if they knew that they were just the tip of the iceberg. Bob would often do something like stroking her hair as he passed. Or bringing her a single rose for no particular occasion. And he still always gave her a mushy card for their anniversary, her birthday and Mother’s Day. And sometimes just because. She liked being married to a romantic. Perhaps because she was also one.
He held out his hand to help her out of the car and together they walked, although slowly, into the office. To the girl at the desk he said, “Hi. Dixon. We have a reservation.”
She smiled in response. “Of course. She glanced at her computer and handed him a registration card. “We have you in the Beyond Eden cabin. That’s the last one down the access road. You can park right out in front of it.”
Bob filled out the card and handed it and his credit card back. The girl ran the card and returned it along with a pair of keys. “Have a happy stay,” she said. Then added, “Many of our guests find their stay here seems to be life changing, making everything else better also.”
Bob smiled. “That would be a wonderful outcome. Thank you.”
They returned to the car and Bob once more held the door for Sharon to enter. He made his way around to the driver’s side and climbed into his own seat. They headed down the gravel road and passed several other cabins. At last they came to the end of the road where a small turn around let them park right in front of the cabin with its small sign saying Beyond Eden.
He helped Sharon out and then reached inside the trunk to get their single small duffle. On trips like this they never took a lot, so one small soft sided suitcase sufficed for the two of them.
They unlocked the door and Bob held it as Sharon entered before he followed her inside. They looked around. The cabin had only one large room. At one side were the simple kitchen fixtures: sink, refrigerator and a small stove with a table just large enough for two near them. Towards the center was a large stone wood burning fireplace with a small pile of split logs and kindling next to it. Against the far wall was a king sized four poster bed. Windows beyond the bed looked out onto the coast where they could see small waves breaking. Next to the fire place a small door opened into a bathroom with a large shower. There was also a door near the end of the room which opened onto a screened porch with the promised hot tub.
Sharon looked at the table beside the kitchen facilities. It had a linen table cloth and two places set with china and silverware. In the center was a pair of silver candle sticks with long white tapers. There was also a basket which contained some chocolates, cookies and some other small fancy items. A note in the basket read: “Champagne and glasses are in the refrigerator Please enjoy this and have a happy stay. Xanadu is for lovers.”
She smiled and said, “I can see they knew we were coming.”
Bob laughed. “It does look like it.” Then a slight frown crossed his face. “I just wish I could let us make better use of that bed.”
“It will be fine,” Sharon replied. I can still sleep next to you.”
“As you have done for over seventy years. More than 25,000 nights, Lover.”
Sharon smiled. “And neither of us has ever tired of that, have we?” Bob shook his head back and forth, a smile on his own face. She added, “And think how much money we have saved on pajamas.”
This brought a small laugh from both of them. From the first time they had always slept nude. The only exceptions had been when they were visiting somewhere where they might be seen by someone else. Even now neither wanted any night clothes.
It was getting on towards sundown. They had eaten supper earlier at a small restaurant before they started up the coast road. Bob dropped their small case onto the bed and turned to Sharon. “Tired yet?”
“No more than usual. Why don’t you build us a fire.”
“OK, that sounds good.” He then easily started a fire in the fireplace. Over the years he had started thousands of fires. In fireplaces and at their many campsites. Both had long been active hikers, campers, kayak users. At least until recently when stiffening joints had begun to limit them. The couple sat on the love seat facing the fireplace and before long a nice blaze lit the hearth.
“I remember the first time we rented a cabin with a fireplace,” Sharon said.
Bob smiled. “So do I.”
A smile flashed across Sharon’s face. She took a deep breath and said, “Yes. It was junior year while we were in college. I don’t think we told anyone about that trip. After all, neither of our parents knew we were sharing rooms - or anything else like that - and we didn’t want them finding out. We found a place well up in the mountains and fifty miles from school and went up there for the weekend. We planned to hike during the day and then spend the evenings in front of the fireplace. We’d never been able to just sit before a fireplace before.”
Bob smiled again. “Yes, as I remember we hiked the first afternoon when we got there and not much at all after that. In fact, as I remember, when we did build a fire we sat in front of it and began making out and I don’t think we stopped until three in the morning.”
Sharon laughed. “We sure didn’t. I believe we were naked after the first thirty minutes and didn’t get dressed until nearly noon the next day. We found other things to do.”
“Sure did. I think we did them some six times before morning. Then we went for a hike the next afternoon and made that night a repeat of the first one.”
“It isn’t too surprising that we were both almost too sore to move and were a bit uncomfortable for the ride home.”
“True. But our parents never found out about that trip.”
“No,” Sharon agreed. But you have to admit that both sets made no objection the next year when we were engaged and decided to get an apartment together.”
“I think they knew we were quite serious about each other. Or maybe they thought we’d go ahead no matter what they said.”
“No, I’m sure they saw how we felt about each other.”
After a bit Sharon said, “Why don’t we take a glass of that champagne and go try out that hot tub?”
For a second Bob looked seriously at her. “That sounds nice, but are you sure the hot water won’t put too much of a strain on your systems?”
“I don’t think so. If I start feeling any tightness or anything I’ll say so and we can get out. OK?”
“As long as you promise to do that if anything feels odd at all. Ok, I’ll pour us a couple of glasses.”
They stood up and Bob went to the refrigerator to get the wine. He brought the bottle and two glasses out. “Hey, look at this label. It must be just for this resort. No, looks like they just pasted this one on beside the real label. Among other things it reads, ‘Xanadu elixir. Will rejuvenate and invigorate. Cures what ails you.’ Well, we’ll just have to see how good it is.”
Bob looked over at Sharon and held the bottle up for her to see. Then he noticed she was unbuttoning her blouse. She saw him looking and said, “I assume you want to dress correctly for a hot tub. After all, no one wears anything in a hot tub unless someone else might see.”
Bob laughed. “Of course. You know I always like looking at you like that.” And that was true. Bob was just as interested in her looks as he had been at eighteen. For that matter Sharon thought the same about him. He quickly began undressing also. When nude he poured two glasses of the wine and returned the remainder of the bottle to the refrigerator.
Sharon went into the bathroom long enough to pick up two of the terry robes which were hanging there. “We might want these when we get out,” she commented.
Carrying the wine the couple made their way out to the porch. Bob set the glasses down on a shelf at the edge and then removed the cover from the tub. He stepped into the water and held out his hand to help Sharon in. They sat side by side on the bench and in a half minute Bob asked, “It’s not too hot for you is it?”
“No. Actually it feels quite relaxing.” She took a sip of the sparkling wine and then pointed to a small sign posted by the tub.
The sign read, “The magic waters of Xanadu. Let them wash away your cares and problems.”
Bob laughed. “Well, between the wine and the waters we should be much healthier before we leave.” He reached over and turned on the jets, sending a soothing flow around their bodies.
A bit of a chill autumn breeze was blowing, making its way through the screened porch to where the couple rested. However, with the hot water it caused no discomfort at all. They had, in fact, used a hot tub a number of times surrounded by snow and the air temperature down well below freezing and still remained quite comfortable.
For some twenty minutes the couple drank the wine and relaxed in the tub until finally they emerged and donned the robes. They replaced the cover and once again reentered the cabin. Not bothering to put on anything other than the robes, they once again moved to sit before the fire, Sharon with her head on his shoulder and Bob with his arm around hers.
Sometime about ten both happened to yawn and Bob asked, “Tired? Ready to go to bed?”
“That would probably be a good idea. Maybe at eighteen - or even forty - we could stay up half the night and be bright and bushy tailed in the morning, but probably now we need a bit more sleep.”
Bob laughed. “Bushy tailed? You haven’t been bushy tailed since you started shaving it all the first year we met. But I agree we should probably get some sleep.”
Sharon joined his laugh. They rose and closed the glass fireplace doors, turned off the lights and made their way over to the big bed. They began to remove the robes and Bob said, “Just drop them on the chair here. We might want them in the morning or something.”
They did that and climbed into the bed. Both somewhat wishing they could do more, they rolled together and locked in a long good night kiss. “I love you,” came from both as it had so many thousands of times before.
When Bob opened his eyes bright sunshine was making it’s way through the window. Sharon was just beginning to move and he gave her a quick kiss. With a smile she opened her eyes and said, “Good morning, Lover.”
“Yes, a very good morning, Lover.” He let his hand slide over her bare bottom and added, “I do feel quite well this morning. How about you?”
“I do also. Maybe the magic waters and the wine really do work.”
“I’m not sure about that, but for whatever reason I do feel better than I have for some time.” He stopped for a few seconds and then said,, “Maybe it’s just feeling you.” With that comment he let his hands roam over her body, causing her to arch and make sounds of appreciation.
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