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30 Love Ch. 01

By: Member389



** To my readers, I broke this story up because I've noticed of late that my writing is getting long-winded. Rather than post a nine page story I've decided this one had a good breaking point so I shortened it by half. I hope you enjoy!

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I picked up this job after visiting a few times during my college years. The resort wasn't the usual spring break destination, but my folks had a condo here and it was a nice get away from the books, late night cramming and cold New England winters. I started playing tennis as a kid, and when I came to the island the tennis pro used to teach me even more, I think a few of our lessons were pro buono because he was annoyed by the rich old ladies flirting with him. I got a call from him this past winter asking if I wanted to give him a hand by giving some tennis lessons over the summer. I took him up on the offer when he told me what I could expect to make in tips. That's how I ended up here, and it's been sun and fun since. Well sun and some fun, and a few obnoxious old ladies trying to hit on me.

The weekend was quiet, but it was still early in the season and there had only been a few lessons to give. The resort was cool, I stayed in a little two bedroom bungalow for employees. My roommate Rick was a waiter that was also here for the summer. I stopped by the rec directors office this morning to see if there were any sessions for tomorrow. I had the day off today since the weekend crowd had cleared out.

He said that Bob, the pro, passed on a lesson and asked if I wanted it for tomorrow. A one hour session set up by a Ms. Rossi. She listed herself as a beginner/intermediate that was rusty. I killed the day roaming around doing a little beach combing in the afternoon. I wondered if she was going to be another nouveau-riche middle aged woman or elderly retiree.

Tuesday came and I headed down to the beach for some swimming in the morning before meeting up with Ms. Rossi at one. I made it back in time to grab a quick lunch and shower. I made my way down to the court with my racket, wondering what I was in for. I stopped by the little bar between the courts and said hi to Rick, and the bartender Julie. Now Julie was a find. She was a hot brunette about thirty or so that seemed about as laid back as you could get. Rick and I both tried to get a date with her to no avail. She tended to treat us like little boys but in a sweet way without being condescending. She asked if I had any lessons today and I said I did with a Ms. Rossi. Julie's brows went up.

"Well aren't you in luck." She said. "Stacey? I have your one o'clock over here." She said smiling over her shoulder. A lady I hadn't spotted at the other end of the curved bar lifted her head and stretched to see around Julie. I was shocked for a moment at the sight. There sat a tall woman with long blond hair in a white polo shirt. She wasn't tanned like most everybody else which screamed tourist. She was probably about Julie's age I'd say thirty-ish, with bright blue eyes and a killer smile. In essence she was hot. She stood and walked around the bar and held out her hand.

"Hi I'm Stacey, you must be Chip." She said. Her voice was smooth and husky. "Do you want to get started?" I swear I saw a sparkle in her eye as she said that.

"I think that's my line." I said smiling. She walked around the bar and leaned forward picking up her bag. The view she gave was terrific, long lean legs led up to a tight round ass that her shorts did entirely too good a job of hiding. I felt a slight nudge in the kidney from Rick and got a sly smile from Julie which spoke volumes as to how tough my afternoon was going to be.

We walked towards the courts and chatted about tennis, how she used to play when she could but it was for fun never for competition. She enjoyed it and wanted to brush up on her game for summer. I noticed by her accent she was from the Boston area, which caused her to smile.

"Yea we don't use many R's up there." She chuckled, pronouncing it 'ahhs'. "You ever get up there?" She asked.

"I went to BU." I chuckled. "Though I'm not from the Boston. I'm from western Pennsylvania myself, near Pittsburgh."

"Cool, I bet you hit the north end pretty hard then. My old stomping grounds." She replied.

We compared notes on places we'd been and bars we'd been to. She was really personable and very easy to talk to. She walked onto the court ahead of me and dropped her bag pulling her racket out of the side and walked a few paces and began stretching. I set down a basket of balls, and joined her, but mostly just gawked at her. She had the body of an athlete, lean and strong, her arms actually bulged when she flexed.

"Uh not to sound like a jerk, but do you work out?" I asked. "You're not my usual type of pupil."

"What's your usual type of pupil?" She smiled.

"Arthritic old guys and their horny wives." I chuckled.

She smiled over her shoulder looking me up and down. "Well I've been a runner since college. I'm a bit of a jock actually, nothing specific but I don't hesitate to join in a game of one on one, or some backyard football or some beach volleyball. I stay pretty active, but don't worry, I'll take it easy on you to start." She gave me a sexy smile and I'd swear she winked at me.

"You have me curious now. You put on the form, rusty amateur, now I'm a little worried. Let's see your form, go ahead over to the other side of the court." I pulled the ball machine over and parked it loading the bin and turning it on.

"You want to see my form, on the first date? You work pretty fast. I like that." She said as she walked around the net. I stood there dumb-founded. She was openly flirting, and I know damn well that wiggle in her walk was not there a minute ago. She reached behind with both arms stretching her arms and shoulders. Her polo shirt pulled tight over an incredible chest. Her breasts weren't huge but nicely proportional to her body.

"Let's try some forehand shots first." I aimed the ball machine and grabbed the controller and stepped to the side and lobbed a ball at her and she nailed it hard off the fence. "Easy, you're not trying to put one over the Green Monster at Fenway." I chuckled. "Reach back, follow through and prepare for the next volley." I lobbed a few more balls at her and she smoothed out and was getting warmed up nicely. I saw beads of sweat running down her face. The Florida sun was making her glow. "Okay, how about some back hand to see how you do." 

"Oh the backhand I'm good at, my mother taught me everything I needed to know as a kid." She laughed. I smiled imagining her to be a handful as a kid. She dropped a few into the net, and I walked over to her side of the net and showed her a better foot placement, and had her loosen up her grip a bit. She knocked the next two over the net, and one went wild outside the line.

"Here." I said, as I walked up to her and turned her away from me. I reached around her taking her wrist in my hand, and as she noticed what I was doing she stepped back into me nestling her body into mine. She was only a few inches shorter than me and her ass pushed into my semi hard cock. I took a deep breath and did my best to think of anything else. I motioned for her to loosen her wrist and reached left, wrapping my arm around her, her right breast pressing into my arm. "Keep your arm straight, and level, and as you swing forward, lift with your body and the ball will clear the net." I said.

"Like this?" She said bringing my arm around again, pulling me against her. Despite my mind doing its best to not think about her body, nature took hold and I felt myself getting hard as a post. 

I let go of her wrist and stepped back and she looked over her shoulder at me, scanning down at the bulge in my shorts and grinned. I hit the button on the machine and a ball came sailing across the net at her and she missed it by a mile.

"Keep your eye on the ball." I said.

"I thought I was." She laughed over her shoulder. I fired a few more at her and she followed through with the swing putting them right on the service line. The lady was a fast learner, and good at taking direction. I needed to stop staring at her ass, so I picked up the ball collector and started picking them up. I sent her a few more altering the height and speed. She rolled onto the balls of her feet and started darting quickly to meet barrage I was sending her. She did a damn good job of returning most of them.

"Ready for a little volley time?" I said smiling.

"Bring it on baby!" She yelled back with an ear to ear grin. I moved the machine out of the way clearing the court of loose balls. I grabbed two and walked back to the court with my racket. I bounced one and knocked over the net and she darted and drilled it back at me. She was aggressive with her return which had me wondering how hard I could push her as I soft balled it back to her. She dodged aside taking the ball on her backhand like I'd shown her and she put it right over the net with a nice spin and dropped it short making me scramble to get to it. If I'd been keeping score it would have been a close thing. I was sweating up a storm as she kept me on the run for the next half hour. I finally gave in and ended the lesson, thought it was more of a match of wills than a lesson. As we walked over to our bags she set her racket down and whipped her sweaty polo off over her head. I stopped and stared at her smooth skin and her breasts held nicely by a white sports bra. She looked at me with a sly smile.

"So, how's my form coach?" She asked. I blinked a few times, my jaw slack. I wasn't completely sure that my heavy breathing was from the work out I'd just had or from seeing her bra. She fanned herself for a few then reached for a water bottle, popping the squirt top and directing it into her mouth then her face and chest. She stood there glistening as she swallowed her water looking at me, her eyebrows rising. It was then that I realized she was waiting for a response.

"I um, uh, your form is great." I said wide eyed, stammering. She reached into her bag and pulled out a towel and began toweling off her face and chest. She pulled at the elastic band of the bra loosening it from her skin.

"I can't wait to get this off and take a nice long shower. I might even get a massage this afternoon." She tilted her neck back and forth stretching it. She looked at me, smiling again. "Honestly I'm flattered, but you must have seen a girl in a bra by this point in your life."

I stammered, "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare." I reached down into my bag and grabbed my towel, and a I had an epiphany. I wasn't sure if she was teasing the hell out of me or if she was a really forward person. So I figured I'd test the water. "I've seen girls in bras before, but none of them looked as ripped as you do. I'm used to humoring rich old ladies, not getting thumped by hot young ladies."

"Really." She said her smile getting wider. "What's so different?"

"None of them ever got me hard showing them a backhand stroke." I had no idea what kind of reaction I was going to get, but I couldn't stop myself from saying it. In for a penny, in for a pound. 

She reached down into her bag and pulled out her phone and looked me right in the eye after dialing a number.

"Hello? Yes this is Stacey Rossi, in 1024, I'd like to know if Chip has time for another tennis lesson tomorrow. Good, is he available early? Ten sounds perfect, please put me in for two hours though, not just one. Thank you." She pulled the phone down tapping the screen without looking at it, and tossed it back in her bag. 

"How's your endurance?" She asked me.

"I guess I'd better get to bed early." I grinned.

"You don't know the half of it." She reached up and wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me towards her, our lips touched and our mouths melted together, our tongues lashing as I pulled her to me. She released me from our lip lock.

"I wasn't kidding about that shower and massage." She grinned. "What are you doing for dinner? Or is there some silly rule against fraternizing with the guests."

"Technically, I'm a guest too, 1215. I'm just working for the summer because I love it here, and I was recruited by the regular tennis pro who is on vacation for a couple weeks." I smiled.

"Well my folks tell me there's a nice little seafood shack a little ways down the beach. Can I buy you dinner as my way of saying thank you for a great work out?" She asked, knowing I'd say yes.

"I don't know, I'll have to check with my social secretary." I said looking over her shoulder. "There's the dinner with the senator, no that's next week." I felt a hand caressing my cock through the front of my shorts. My mouth went dry as I looked into her eyes. "Yes." I croaked, my voice catching in my throat.

"Good." She said with a satisfied smirk. "You know my number." She leaned in to my neck and whispered it again, and kissed me on the neck. She bent down and packed her gear whipped the towel around her neck, freeing her ponytail. She gave me a wink. "Catch ya later sexy." She stepped out of the gate and left me standing there with a raging hard on and my mouth hanging open.

I stood there for a few moments wondering if I was imagining what just happened. I grabbed my bag and wandered back to the bar. It was the middle of the afternoon and most of the people that were here were down at the beach or at the pool. Julie saw me coming and set an icy water bottle up on the counter.

"You alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." She said squinting at me.

"Well she isn't very tan but I'd hardly call her a ghost." I said grinning suddenly.

Julie's eyebrows shot up. "You did not just defile the tennis courts in broad daylight with the cougar."

It was my turn for the eyebrow elevation. "Cougar?" I asked. "How old is she?"

"Well I wasn't sure so I carded her, she's got you by a few years Chip." She said smiling.

"How old." I said sternly. 

"Like your dick is gonna care!" She laughed.

"Seriously she looks your age, what is she about thirty?" I asked. Jules threw her bar rag at my head.

"I'm twenty nine jerk! She's got seven years on me!" She said testily. "Though I'll give you that, she sure as hell doesn't look it." She added quietly.

"Thirty six?" I looked over my shoulder at the main building. "Damn, she's fourteen years older than I am?" I thought, she sure as hell didn't look, act, or play like it.

I looked back at Jules and shrugged. "Oh well, we're having dinner tonight. I'll keep you posted."

"Nice work Romeo. Just don't let her chew you up and spit you out. Enjoy it while it lasts but don't let her have that." She said pointing at my chest.

"Don't worry, I don't think that's what she's after." I said grinning. I thanked her for the water and made my way back to my bungalow to shower and relieve a little stress that had built up in my shorts.

***

I stepped into the warm spray and lathered up, the water washing away the sweat. I tried to think about anything besides Stacey, but that kiss kept bringing me back. The bold move she'd made stroking me through my shorts. I looked down and it appeared that I wasn't alone in my appreciation of her charms.

"Damn you for not paying attention to me." I said looking down at my raging hard cock. "A pretty girl pets you and you're like a puppy wanting to follow her home." From what my past college dates told me I was slightly above average, one girl I went out with for a couple months told me she'd never seen a cock as thick as mine, which I learned was a good thing. I didn't figure that she'd had much experience but I no longer worried that I would 'size up' on a date after that. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and let the water run over me as I imagined Stacey in the shower. The water cascading off her tight body. Frothy soap bubbles sliding over her breasts. I wondered what her nipples looked like, were they big with wide pink areola or were they small and dark. Either way I knew I'd love them, and hoped I got the chance to find out tonight. I stroked my cock wondering if she was shaved or not, maybe she had a little landing strip. My hand moved faster as my mind imagined her with a razor shaving herself for me right now. When she rinses off she'll begin massaging herself thinking of me.

I cleaned the mess off the shower wall and got out, toweling myself off and made my way out to the little kitchenette we had, to grab a cold drink. The more I tried to not think about her, the more I did. I flipped on the TV on, hoping to find something that would get my mind off her, with no luck. I decided to take a short walk. I avoided the main areas skirting the edges of the property and found myself down by the motor pool. Which was basically a garage where small vehicles were kept for the resort. There were a couple golf carts in one bay and a couple four wheel ATV's in another. I walked past the garage and followed a path through the growth and found my way to a putting green that I hadn't noticed before. The one thing that this place didn't have, which may be an issue for some, is a golf course. The island is too small, and there is a public club on the mainland just down the coast a few miles. I wandered along the edge of the greens noting that there was a small patio laid out with a couple lounge chairs and tables for those not putting. I found myself wandering along the edge of the beach and looked up, seeing the deck of the place Stacey was wanted to have dinner at later. I looked at the time and decided that she might be done with her shower and massage by now, and called her.

"Hi Chip." She said, and I could tell by the way she said it she must have been smiling.

"Hi Stacey, I was wandering the beach and wondered when you wanted me to pick you up for dinner." I said, a stupid grin crept across my face.

"Well I already called and reserved a table on the deck for 7 so probably 6-ish?" She replied. "I figured we'd just walk as it's only a short way."

"Sounds great to me." She had no idea how great. "I'll pick you up then."

"Do you remember the number?" She teased.

"1024" I whispered into the phone.

"Good, see you then sweety." She said chuckling.

I had about an hour or so to get ready and get over to her room. I decided to go upscale casual and got out my dress slacks and a nice shirt, and a light sport coat. I finished it off with a pair of loafers, and in homage to my location I skipped the socks, after all it is the tropics. I even went for a light splash of cologne, one an old girlfriend had given me, she said it had incredible panty-dropping abilities. One could only hope.

I looked at the time on my cell just as I turned it off, 6:18, a little early. I reached up and gave a knock on the door. A moment later I was greeted with a holler from the other side to come on in. I opened the door into a nice living room, beyond was a small kitchen with breakfast bar. I could hear movement in the next room. I assumed it was Stacey getting ready.

"It's just me." I said.

"I guessed as much." She laughed. "Did you want a drink before we go? There's stuff under the bar, the right side."

"Plying me with liquor? Do you think I'm that easy?" I teased.

She poked her head around the door grinning. "I don't think I have to. Do you? I'll have a Crown on the rocks if you're pouring." Somehow I didn't think she needed any liquid encouragement but why not. It's not likely to be a problem showing up for my first lesson hung over if the person I was going to be teaching did the deed. I went over to the cabinet, found some glasses and the bottle she mentioned and poured two drinks. "I didn't think you could look better than you did this afternoon in your shorts and club polo." She said from the other room. "You clean up nice." We both laughed.

She walked out of the bedroom adjusting an earring and I stopped dead in my tracks and stared. She was standing there in a sexy little black dress, so short that it showed off her gorgeous legs, it cinched in at the waist and the halter top was filled out nicely, hugging her breasts. She had combed back her hair on one side and pinned it back. A small gold pendant hung around her neck. She looked up and saw my expression and looked at me shocked.


30 Love Ch. 01



"What? Is something wrong?" She asked.

"Uh n-no" I said stammering. "It's just that you're absolutely gorgeous."

The smile spread across her face, lighting her up with an inner glow. "Thank you." She said and walked towards the sofa. "Why don't you bring those over here?"

I brought the drinks over and she sat back on the sofa. We sipped them as we talked about what I was going to do now, and let her know graduate school was the next step. I was already accepted in the program at BU. I got her talking and found out she was a beauty with brains. She managed an information systems department for an insurance company in Boston.

"Two years ago I graduated from having an over sized gray fabric box to my own office. It was a big move." She laughed. 

She asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said I didn't, which is true. My girlfriend of the past year moved on when she graduated, we weren't broken up about it, we both knew it wasn't going to last past school. Stacey was divorced, and not currently seeing anyone back home. She mentioned that her friends kept trying to get her hooked up because they thought she needed a guy.

"I tried to tell them that rechargeable batteries were all I need." She grinned. I nearly choked on my drink.

"You like to shock people don't you." I said regaining my composure somewhat.

"It's very limiting for someone to define you by seeing you only on their terms. You for example. What did you think when you saw the roster for lessons today? You thought you'd have some gray haired old lady that wanted to flirt with you. Instead you got a middle-aged blonde woman who decided to flirt with you."

"You are NOT middle-aged, by any stretch of the imagination." I said, cutting her off.

"You know how old I am?" She asked. I had the modesty to blush.

"Well I kind of heard from Jules at the bar. She said she carded you for a drink." I chuckled. "She was impressed, and I think, a little depressed. I think she's afraid you're going to divert any good looking guys away from her."

Stacey smiled. "Have I?"

I smiled. "Not that I know of. I won't say that I haven't tried but she's more of a buddy than anything else. I think we may want to make our way to dinner." We did just that, walking along the island road in the waning sunlight. We sat on the deck, the breeze tugging softly at her hair, the food was terrific, the wine was incredible but mostly it was the company that was exceptional. The waitress asked if we'd like dessert or coffee and I looked into Stacey's eyes, and with a nearly imperceptible shake of her head, she declined. She insisted on paying the tab and laid her credit card on the check. 

"Let's walk the beach back." She said. We went down the few steps from the patio to the sand and Stacey stopped, taking my elbow she leaned down and slipped off her sandals. It was a good idea and I kicked off my loafers reaching down to pick them up as well. 

The sky was a deep blue, the stars appearing like pin pricks through a dark cloth. The last vestiges of sunset hung over the water. We walked arm in arm in companionable silence for a few minutes taking in the beautiful night and I felt her shiver. I thought if I weren't wearing my jacket the breeze of the water might be cool after the heat of the day. I stopped and shrugged out of my jacket and slid it over Stacey's shoulders, her smile beaming at me in the dark.

"Thank you. Such a gentleman." She said softly. She pushed the sleeves of my jacket back a bit. "But I think it's the wet fabric that's giving me chills as much as anything." She reached down and lifted the hem of her dress, and reached underneath, with a little wiggle was pushing her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She gave them a light shake, grinning at me all the while, and slipped them into my coat pocket. Her eyes went up, and she drew her hand out with a little foil packet, and began laughing.

"Am I a foregone conclusion?" She asked.

"Not at all," I said smiling. "but it pays to be prepared for any eventuality."

"I like a man that's prepared." She said taking my arm and pulling me beside her as we walked a little further. She let go of my arm and snaked her arm around my waist. I wrapped mine around her as well as if it was the most natural thing to do.

"I'm starting to think it's time for dessert." She said.

"Did you want to walk back? That tiramasu looked terrific." I said, tongue in cheek. "We could have some coffee..."

"I was thinking of something else." She grinned. We kept walking but I turned her slightly and we walked up off the beach, and across a short expanse of lawn to the little putting green I'd stumbled on earlier. She smiled looking around. "Do you take all of your girls here?" She asked.

"Actually I only found this spot this afternoon." I said.

"So you were scouting a location to have your way with me?" She turned wrapping her arms around me and kissed me. The contact was like a spark to gasoline as our lips parted and the sexual tension that had been building all day began to release. Our lips parted as our tongues began dancing in frantic anticipation. She had her hands around my ass pulling me hard against her as I made a meal of her mouth, my fingers stroking her neck. I made my way down her neck causing her to sigh.

"I don't think I've ever been this wet, hell it's running down my thighs." She gasped. I made a hum of approval in my throat. "Oh really? Well it's your fault, I think you should clean it up." She said.

"Lay down." I murmured. She slid her arms out of my coat and laid it out before reclining on it. Her knee was slightly raised and she reached for the hem of her dress. "Don't." She stopped and reclined. She looked so incredible in the sparse light. Her dress disappeared into the darkness, her long sleek legs parted so invitingly, the quick rise of her chest from her shallow breathing. Her gold hair spread around her head like a halo, and the look of wanton desire in her eyes. "Tell me what you want." I said, not recognizing the husky voice that came forth.

"I want you to get on your knees for me." She said, her voice breathy. "I want you to slide my dress up, and I want you, with your tongue, to clean up the mess you made, now."

"The mess I made?" I replied with a grin.

"Seven hours of foreplay is enough." She said exasperated. "Please?" She pleaded. Who was I to say no to a lady, and knelt at the end of the lounge chair. 

I gripped her knees pushing them slowly apart, she offered no resistance at all as she looked down at me. I could smell the musky scent of arousal emanating from between her thighs and it was drawing me in. I began kissing the inside of her knee, the next kiss went higher, the next nuzzled the hem of her dress and I stopped looking at her across the length of her body as I ran both hands up her thighs pushing the dress to her waist. Her hips were bared to me, and the answer to my earlier question was right in front of me. Her lips were swollen in her excitement, if the light were better I'd bet they were bright pink. The teasing she'd put me through on the tennis court earlier came to mind and I gave her a lopsided grin as she gave me a pleading look. She began to move a hand to her and stopped her and put it back at her side. I leaned forward and began on her right thigh, licking my way ever so close, soft moans began to come from her throat. I got my first taste of her my tongue tracing circles around her pussy but not going near enough for her. She tried to push me over with her thigh, and I pushed it back out of the way. Her moans took on a desperate tone and I caved and slid my tongue along her lips, the taste of her making me want more. I felt her hands grasp my head and I decided she'd had enough and I began to bathe her clit with my tongue. Her ass lifted clear off the chair as she moaned and I knew she wasn't going to make it, so I gave her a hand. I slid my hand up beneath my chin and slipped two fingers into her massaging my way into her slippery wetness, her hips bucked as she cried out and her body froze as the orgasm washed over her. I never let up in my assault on her clit, swirling my tongue in tight circles. She finally collapsed back onto the chair pushing my head away.

"Stop, too sensitive." She croaked. I relented licking up the mess I'd made of her. Her breathing was ragged and she gasped loudly a few times. As her breathing began to ease she tilted her head up to look at me. "So how was dessert?" 

"Fantastic, sweet, creamy and rich." I said licking my lips. "Are you ready for yours?" I said brazenly. She fanned herself with the hem of her dress.

"I think I am." She said eagerly. She sat up and told me to stand up, and I was happy to oblige. She reached up to my belt and unbuckled it. She ran her hand up my fabric covered cock. "Have you ever been about to do something but didn't want the anticipation to end. It's like opening a present." She ran her hand down again cupping my balls through my pants, massaging them. I reached for the zipper and she took my hands and pushed them away. 

"Uh-uh. It's my present." She said, her smile shining in the darkness. She reached up and took the zipper and began sliding it down slowly, soon the pants were around my knees and she was stroking me through my boxer briefs, the fabric stretched nearly the breaking point. "I bet it looks magnificent." She said teasing.

"Why don't you find out." I said through clenched teeth, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Yea, why don't I?" She replied and reached up taking the waist of the briefs and pulling them down releasing me from prison. My cock sprang forward, nearly hitting her in the cheek.

"Mmm, I was right, very nice. I bet it tastes pretty good too." She said. "Would you mind?" She looked up at me inquiring.

"You're kidding, right?" I stammered. She just grinned and leaned forward planting a kiss on the tip, her tongue darted out to lap up the moisture that had begun dribbling from the end. She began kissing her way down the shaft, using her tongue liberally as she went. I sighed deeply as she began working her way to the base of my cock. She began working her tongue back up the other side to the tip before taking it into her mouth. She bathed the tip with her tongue, wrapping it around me and dragging me into bliss. Her hand began stroking me slowly as she bobbed back and forth a few times, getting a little more in her mouth. I did my best to keep from pushing more into her than she could take. I could feel the pressure of her hand keeping me from going to deep as she stroked me quicker. Her tongue went into overdrive and I knew I wasn't going to last. She pulled her mouth off me and stopped stroking.

"You wouldn't cum in a girls mouth without warning her would you?" She asked grinning. I was holding my breath and I couldn't respond, I just shook my head quickly. "Good." She said and leaned forward and took me as deep as she could and she gave me a few deep strokes to finish me off.

"I'm cumming!" I gasped. I figured she'd back off, but she held tight as I erupted. I could feel her swallow as I shot load after load into her mouth. My cock twitched a last time, and she was still doing her best to swallow it all. She then proceeded to clean every last bit off of me. She turned and reached into the breast pocket of my coat and pulled out the the handkerchief and cleaned off her chin.

"As much as I love the sight of you with your cock hanging out. I think we might want to move indoors before the bugs make a meal of us out here."

"I agree." I said as I pulled my briefs back up and pulled up my pants. We gathered our things and just about ran back to her place. 

***

We got to the door and she pulled out the key unlocking it and we went in. She walked over to a lamp and turned it on low, bathing the room in a dim light. She turned to me, her face shadowed by the light rimming her body. She slowly reached up and pulled her hair forward over her shoulder with one hand, and with the other reached for the tie of her dress behind her neck. She pulled it out slowly, the fabric giving way slightly as the knot was broken. She took a step forward reaching up for the ties of the dress and pulled it down revealing her beautiful chest. They were high and wonderfully rounded with small pink areola like cherries sitting on the top of a sundae, the nipples were hard and begging for attention. I felt my mouth water at the sight of them.

"Now yours." She said softly. I reached up and began unbuttoning my shirt until it fell open. I shrugged it off my shoulders and laid it over the back of the couch. I peeled my t-shirt off over my head and looked up at her face in time to see her tongue tracing her upper lip. I instantly knew how the mouse feels under the stare of an owl. She took another step forward her breasts swayed gently with the swing of her body and she reached up to her waist and slid the dress down over her hips, the fabric slid down her legs to pool on the floor, and she kicked it gently aside. She stood there in naked glory her body glowing in the golden lamp light. A slight grin crept across her face.

"Not bad for an old lady, huh?" She said softly. I looked up into her eyes, my mouth was hanging open.

"You're gorgeous." I urged, wetting my lips. She smiled and glanced down at my slacks and gave me a little nod of encouragement. I took the cue and unbuckled my belt, not taking my eyes off her. I pushed down pants and boxers together freeing my rock hard cock from it's confines. I got one leg free then the other and kicked them aside. She looked me up and down a slight purr of approval coming from her. She grinned and turned slightly as if embarrassed.

"Is that for me? You shouldn't have." She said. "It's what I've always wanted."

I grinned. "I shopped all day."

She took a side step and reached for my coat flipping it over and delved into the pocket.

"Only three?" She asked pulling out the condoms I'd secreted away there earlier.

"Well one wouldn't have left me properly prepared, and six would have been a bit presumptuous of my abilities." I chuckled.

"I think we can make this work." She smiled taking one of them and giving the corner a tug. "Come sit on the couch." She pushed the coffee table back as I sat in center of the couch. She reached down and applied the little party hat, stroking slowly down as she unrolled it. Though she'd taken the edge off minutes earlier I knew I wouldn't last nearly as long as I would like to, she had me too keyed up. Stacey straddled me on the couch, her breasts only inches from my face, and I took the initiative and leaned forward taking one into my mouth. I dragged my tongue in circles around the hard nipple, flicking it and retreating over and over. I felt her hands grasp the hair at the back of my head and pull me harder to her imploring me to suck the nipple, and hard. I figured that she'd earned it by now. I took the nipple between my lips and sucked hard, grazing it with my teeth. Her head leaned back and a loud moan escaped her throat.

My arms wrapped around her taking her firm round ass and tried to pull her down onto my cock which was now as hard as a steel rod. I needed to get inside her and I wasn't sure I could wait any longer. She resisted me, keeping me from burying myself in her. She grabbed my hair and pulled me back off her nipple and leaned down mauling my lips with hers, our tongues lashed out at one another not getting enough of each other. She pulled away gasping.

"Let me, I want you to bury that thing in me, but I want to take it slow. You're a pretty big boy and I don't want it to hurt." She said as she reached back and took my hands from her ass. She pinned one next to my shoulder against the sofa, and reached down between us taking my cock in her hand. She stroked the tip of it against her lips, and it jerked in her grip.

"Eager little devil isn't he?" She grinned. She placed the head at her opening and slid it in by relaxing her hips. "Ohh! Damn that feels good." She adjusted herself a bit and slid a little more in, getting about half of me inside her. The feeling was ecstatic, she was so hot, and so tight. I could feel her muscles spasm, grip, relax, then over again.

"You are so tight." I gasped. She rocked back and forth a few times, getting used to the feeling then sank the rest of the way down my shaft. She rested her forehead against mine, gasping.

"You feel incredible inside of me. I can't even begin to describe it." She whispered. "Please let me drive this first time." She rose up slowly and settled back slowly, getting used to the feel of me, and I of her. It felt as if I was sucked dry with every stroke she made. Her hands tangled in my hair again pulling our lips together again. In an effort not to take the reins and drive her down on me, I ran my hands up her chest and began massaging her nipples with my thumbs. I felt my balls beginning to tighten, her tight pussy drawing my orgasm slowly like a thick milkshake through a straw. Her hips began an oval motion, stroking back on the upstroke and forward on the down stroke and a mewling sound came from her throat as her pace increased. She leaned forward and took my earlobe in her teeth.

"You want to cum inside me don't you? You want to lift me up, and bury your cock in me as far as you can, and you want to unload everything you've got don't you? You know what?" She asked pausing for a moment. "I want you too." She ground herself forward and down a few more times and began to whimper, her pussy grasping me harder, her muscles spasmed and I couldn't help but do as she asked. I grabbed her ass pulling her hard down on me as I arched my hips up to her and unloaded. It was as if every bit of me was focused on my orgasm. After what seemed an eternity, and yet not nearly long enough, I sagged back down to the couch. I was gasping for air with my eyes closed, my fingers still tightly gripping the flesh of her ass.

"From the minute I saw you today, I had the feeling that you'd be an extraordinary fuck." I gasped. "I had no idea, just how much I was under estimating you."

Stacey gulped air, willing her breathing back to normal. She chuckled a moment. "Not bad for an old lady huh?"

I tilted her back a bit and lifted her chin so I could look in her eyes in the dim light. "Are you kidding me? You are stunning, vivacious, exciting and so desirable that it hurts. I nearly walked into a tree this afternoon thinking about what might happen tonight." I chuckled. "If you had told me today that you were my age, I would never had reason to doubt you. Tonight the only clue would be the fact that you have a sexual maturity that blows away any coed I've met. You know what you want, and you make no apology for going after it and getting it."

"Thank you." She whispered. She leaned forward and kissed me softly, sweetly and leaned back smiling. She closed her eyes and lifted herself slowly off my half hard cock, a small sigh escaped her lips as I fell free. I knew exactly how she felt just then. "If I can walk, I'm going to get us some water and then go clean up this mess running down my thighs. Grab the other two and meet me in the bedroom." She waggled her eyebrows at me a couple times and gave me a face splitting grin. She got up wobbling slightly. She cursed under her breath as she staggered off. I watched her walk away and noticed the sheen of sweat on her back and a trickle making its way down towards her ass. I got up somewhat wobbly myself, grabbed the other two condoms from the table and hobbled off to the bathroom to get rid of the first. I cleaned up and went into the bedroom and pulled down the duvet and the top sheet. Stacey walked in with two tall glasses of ice water.

"Can't dehydrate now can we." She said smiling.

"One of the first rules of sports, whether outdoors or in." I said winking at her as she handed me the glass. I gazed appreciatively at her lean body, as I drank my water, from her long firm legs to the curve of her hips. Her stomach was flat and her abs were tight, she held herself straight her arms relaxed from broad straight shoulders, her neck was muscled in a graceful way, like a dancers. In short she was a walking wet dream. I looked in her eyes and blushed. She was looking at me, appraising what she saw as well. She licked the water from her lips and set the glass down on the nightstand. The look in her eyes told me that I passed muster.




30 Love Ch. 01



"I know this is going to sound cliché and all, but would you mind if we just relaxed for a bit. I'm not sure I can handle a lot of that back to back. Besides I have a tennis lesson in the morning with a hot stud of a tennis pro and I want to be able to walk onto the court without a limp." She said grinning.

"You want to cuddle?" I laughed. She blushed.

"That would be nice. Would you mind much?" She asked sheepishly.

"I can't think of anything I'd like more." I said. "Well maybe one thing, but we can wait for a bit. I need a breather too." I grinned.

We nestled on the cool sheets facing one another, our hands still slowly exploring, occasional kisses lingered with the promise of more to come. We talked softly about nothing in particular. Short little quips about our lives, nothing to deep. Eventually Stacey rolled over pulling my arm around her, and nestled against me, letting out a deep contented sigh. I leaned down kissing the splash of freckles on her shoulder, working my way up the side of her neck and nibbled her ear. She let out a little giggle as she pulled my hand against her chest between her breasts, and sighed again drifting off to sleep.

Part 2 is already in the works... 



30 Love Ch. 02



A dream is a fantasy realized while one is asleep. I was near my Pennsylvania home riding horseback. I looked up to see Stacey riding past me in slow motion. Her taught legs, and firm ass rocked gently with the motion of the horses trot. I watched her body flex and bend with the gate. I groaned coming awake, my eyes opened noting the room was filled with soft early morning light, and instantly realized that the groan wasn't from watching her, but feeling her. 

It took a moment for my mind to catch up with what was happening. I lay on my side, with Stacey's leg swung back over mine as I my cock slid slowly in and out of her. I was only about half way in but her body rocked back and forth, my hand guiding her hip. A soft moan escaped her lips and ended abruptly as if she were trying to keep from making any noise. I continued the rhythm not to appear awake. She moaned deep in her throat and I had the feeling that I was hitting a sweet spot with every stroke so I didn't change a thing. She growled low in her throat, and I slid my hand around her hip to find her hand stroking her clit in a deep circular motion. I added a little pressure with my hand pushing a little more and she gasped, realizing I wasn't asleep any longer. The added pressure and the insistent stroke proceeded to push her over the edge. I could feel her grip me tight, spasm after spasm washed over her as she lost control. She relaxed after a few moments her body going limp.

"I feel so taken advantage of." I mused softly.

"Well I was sleeping peacefully when you woke me up with this." She said reaching between her legs and giving the exposed portion of my cock a soft rub. "It feels much better where it is rather than banging me in the backside. Before you get any ideas, that's not an option!" She said chuckling.

I slid free of her slippery folds, our sweaty skin parting, the cool air from the ceiling fan causing goose bumps.

"Leaving so soon?" She quipped.

I just looked down at her and gave my head a small shake, a lop-sided grin on my face as I pulled her hip back and laid her on her back. Without any prompting her knees lifted, opening herself for me as I settled between her outspread legs. I trailed kisses from her stomach, kissing and nibbling her nipples to her neck before attacking her mouth, our tongues dueling like rivals. She lifted her knees slightly in invitation, one I was more than willing to accept. I slid the head into her slowly and began rocking forward, each thrust giving her another inch until I was buried deep inside of her.

She leaned her head back and gasped. "Damn, that feels nice." I made a very agreeable sound in the back of my throat. As happy as I was to be buried in her I felt a feral compulsion to have her hard. I pulled slowly out and slid back into her as deeply as I could. I felt her grip me hard on the way out as if she were trying to sap every bit of my strength, and she was succeeding. I plunged into her faster until I became relentless. Our moans mingled in the half-light of the morning. I couldn't hold back any longer and pushed forward so hard I felt her slide up the sheets. She gritted her teeth with a small groan and arched back raising herself off the bed in a shudder as I exploded, my hips bucking with each spasm. I nearly collapsed on her, but I was able to lock an elbow.

"You are incredible." I gasped leaning down to kiss her.

"The feeling is mutual." She responded biting my lower lip, letting it slide free after a tug. "Would you be a dear? When you go get rid of your little love glove, would you bring me a towel?" She asked smiling sweetly. I smiled and nodded. I just realized that she had the foresight to wrap the rascal before she started. How is it that she didn't wake me doing that? I just shrugged it off with a chuckle as I rose on wobbly legs and went to clean up. 

As requested I brought her back a towel. "Damn, you look absolutely delicious walking around naked. You know that?" She said as I walked back into the bedroom. She took the towel and proceeded to mop the aftermath between her thighs. All I could think of was cleaning it up for her with my tongue. I took the glasses on the nightstand and went and refilled them.

She piled the pillows against the headboard and was reclining watching the ceiling fan. "Oh you are a dear. I might just take you home with me." She said taking the glass.

"Well, given a few months and I'll take you up on that." I said. I don't know what made me say that, and I quickly realized I'd overstepped my bounds. I expected a shocked reply when I looked up at her. The shocked look was on my face, she only looked back with a smirk, as if she were pondering the idea.

Stacey grinned. "Don't you have a lesson in the morning?"

"Yea." I smirked myself. "I need to get some rest, but I keep getting molested."

"You love it, now shut up and get back in bed." She said beaning me with one of the aptly named throw pillows.

"Okay, but keep your hands to yourself so I can get some rest." I chuckled. I lay down Stacey was still sitting up and her breasts were right in front of my face. I leaned forward giving her a kiss and a lick on the nipple.

"You're one to talk." She replied.

"I did not use my hands." I pointed out grinning. I fell flat on the pillow and feigned snoring loudly. I got poked in the ribs for my trouble starting a giggling fit between us. She leaned over me planting a deep kiss on me, her breasts grazing my arm.

"Sweet dreams." She whispered.

"I don't think they could be any sweeter than being awake with you." I said. I had no idea where that came from, but it felt right. Her smile nearly lit the bedroom as she snuggled against me and sighed deeply.

I'm not sure what woke me, could've been the faint sound of a lawnmower. I opened my eyes to a wavy mass of blonde hair shining in the bright sunlight that poured through the windows. I lay there unmoving, reveling in the feel of her against me all warm, soft and curves. She was still out like a light, her breathing slow and deep. I slid out of bed careful not to wake her. Slipping the sheet back around her. I responded to natures call and made my way to the kitchen and found the makings for coffee, and peeked into the fridge. She'd only been here a few days so the pickings were slim but I've worked with less. I found a tray and began building breakfast for two.

I walked carefully into the bedroom with my tray and noticed that Stacey had moved, and her expression seemed forced. "You don't have to play possum for me." I chuckled, and watched a grin creep across her lips.

"Damn I thought I was doing pretty well." She said.

"Trying to hard to keep a straight face is nearly as bad as grinning ear to ear." I said. "Besides it never worked for my little sister either." I smiled.

Stacey opened her eyes and they quickly found mine and they crinkled at the corners as her smile widened. "I could get used to this. My own personal trainer and naked cabana boy." I set the tray on the edge of the bed, and reached down and tossed a bunch of pillows back on the bed so she could sit up. I poured the coffee into the mugs. I handed her one after she sat up and settled herself against the pillows.

"Well this personal trainer is going to mop up the court with you this morning. It's only fair I give you a workout like the one you gave me last night." I smiled.

She looked at the clock and then back at me. "We're done?" She said with a pout.

I laughed aloud at that. "Where do you get the energy?"

"Clean living." She said with a wink over her coffee mug. She leaned forward and snagged the piece of toast from my hand and nibbled at it, while I replaced it with a grape popping it into my mouth. "Oh no, crumbs." She said looking down at her chest.

"Let me get that for you." I said as I leaned forward trailing my tongue along her skin. She sighed deeply as I made a show of getting every crumb. Her breathing got shallow and fast. I lifted my mouth from her and leaned back. I reached for a strawberry and brought it to her lips, as she leaned to take a bite I drew it back so she didn't get the entire thing, biting it in half. I took the half and rubbed it over her nipple and proceeded to suck it clean. Her back arched slightly with a soft moan as I laved the nipple with my tongue. I came away letting it slip from my lips. "Breakfast the most important meal of the day." I mumbled. 

Stacey busted out laughing at that. "I'm a veritable banquet of earthly delights." She said still laughing. 

"That you are." I grinned up at her. "If we're going to make it for ten we should eat up. I need to run back to my room and get ready.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who turned me into breakfast, not that I mind." She said smiling. She reached for another slice of toast and bit it off violently and smiled at me. We finished off the tray, leaving crumbs, a pile of fruit stems and empty coffee cups in our wake. I brought the dishes back into the kitchen, giving them a rinse and slipping them into the dishwasher. I made my way back to the bedroom where Stacey had stripped the bedsheets piling them off to the side as she walked out of the bath with a clean set to put on. I gave her a hand putting it all back together. I looked at the bed longingly, and I heard a soft laugh.

"You look like a little kid who's just had his Christmas gift taken away." She said.

"No, not that. I just wanted to break in the clean sheets, but realized we don't have time." I sighed.

"Well there is one thing you could give me a hand with. You see last night I got all hot and lathered by a strapping young guy. I got so wet I soaked the sheets, now I feel all sticky and sweaty, and I could use a hand washing my back." She looked me up and down hungrily. "Maybe I could even return the favor." She blatantly licked her lips, and turned to walk into the bath. I followed quickly behind her. She reached into the shower to turn it on and I gave her a nudge into the cold spray. She let out a yelp of indignation. She turned and grabbed me pulling me in with her. I started laughing at the expression on her face. 

"Oh come on now, you're from Boston this can't be that cold. I know for a fact that the water is much colder there."

I wrapped her in my arms taking the brunt of the cold water on my back. I kissed her deeply as the water began to warm. Her hands came between us, playing with the proof that cold water doesn't have the effect on an erect cock that most people would think. Though I doubt little of it could be attributed to water temperature. She attacked my mouth our tongues again lashing out at one another. We fondled and kneaded one another, mouths following hands over wet skin.

"I don't think either of us is getting any cleaner." I gasped.

"Well I know my thoughts have gotten decidedly dirty." She chuckled. She leaned back holding me in her hand, circling me in her grip. "Damn I can't believe I got this thing inside me, it's thicker than my racket handle." She reached over and poured a measure of body wash into her hand and lathered me up. "You like stroking it don't you?" She asked. "Do you think about that Julie girl behind the bar? She's hot isn't she." She began stroking me, with a firm soapy grip. My eyes sagged as she began stroking my balls with her other hand. "That cute little ass of hers in those tight shorts, and the long tan legs. I'll bet she was a cheerleader in school. Can you picture her in her little cheerleader sweater pulled tight over those firm young tits. That short little skirt flipping up and down with every jump." Her stroke was speeding up and my breathing was coming shallow and fast. "Imagine those little satin panties of hers stretched tight against her ass. You just want to yank them off don't you, and slide your tongue between her firm thighs. I'll bet she's shaved smooth, with pouting pink lips, the kind you'd just love to nibble on forever. Though that wouldn't be enough for you Chip, would it? You'd want to bury this bad boy in her as far as you could. You've imagined it haven't you? Laying her back on one of those little café tables, yanking off her shorts and panties and planting this into her to the hilt." I couldn't take much more, her hands going faster, the soapy grip was too much.

"Yes!" I gasped as I orgasmed hitting her in the stomach with a loud splat, then another. She scooped it up rinsing it off her hand, as the other finished milking me dry. "That was cruel." I said hoarsely.

"How was it cruel?" She chuckled pointing at her stomach. "I took a bullet for you!"

"So Jules lights your fire?" I asked smiling down at her through half lidded eyes.

"Me?" She said defensively as she pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Liar." I said smiling. "You've imagined her walking around the bar to bring you your drink, and after a slight hesitation leaning down bringing her beautiful pink lips to yours." I kissed her softly. "You're surprised at first, but lean up and kiss her in return, as she runs her hand up the back of your arm." I figure two can play this game. "You feel your nipples harden like pebbles as your breathing gets shallow. Her other hand grazes your thigh, as you unconsciously part them, willing her to touch you. She pushes on, sliding her fingers beneath your mini skirt finding your panties are already damp. Naughty girl. She gives you that cute little grin of hers and bites her lip as she gently massages you through them getting them even wetter. You begin moaning because her touch feels so good, gentle and probing. Before you know it, she has your panties slipped aside and she's toying with you, pressing a finger at your opening but not pushing it in. You push your hips forward hoping she gets the idea. Don't despair, she knows, but she's in no hurry. Just when you don't think you can take anymore she parts your lips and pushes gently in, not very far, just enough for you to know she has you on the head of a pin, she's in full control. If you want to cum, she's going to be the one in control. You want to cum don't you Stacey?" I asked softly in her ear, my fingers following the story.

She nodded gently water pouring down her face to her chest. "Uh huh."

"She decides she's going to go a little bit further, and slips into the moist heat she's created. But she doesn't stop there does she? Her thumb slides up through the moisture and slides hard against your clit. You want more don't you, but she's not giving it to you. She wants you to beg for it. She'll gladly give you all that you want, you only have to ask." I said nibbling her earlobe.

"Unhh! Please?" She gasped.

"Please, what?" I asked.

"Fuck me!" She cried. "I want you in me!"

I knew the last raincoat I had was on the nightstand so I improvised and slipped another finger along the first and pushed steadily into her with both, circling her clit with my thumb. She let out a throaty groan as I plunged into her, quickly forward, slowly back. I eventually plunged deep inside of her and began massaging the inner walls. She came up on her toes and she tensed her body as she breathed short, shallow breaths and began screaming as the orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy felt like a fist gripping my fingers, her body eventually began to relax, and I slowly stroked my fingers back and forth through the wet heat. I kissed my way down her neck, and back up the other side.

"Was it good for you?" I asked.

She opened her eyes partly, a grin creeping across her face. Her arms came up around my neck as she pulled me into her hungry mouth. "Any other stupid questions?" She asked softly. She pursed her lips looking down. "And um... thank you." She said sheepishly.

I smiled. "For what?"

She looked up smiling. "When I begged you to fuck me, I would have gladly spread my legs for you and let you pin me to the wall like a notice on a bulletin board, protection or not. Thankfully you were thinking, when I wasn't."

"Well I'm glad that I was able to think in the heat of the moment, because it took all my willpower not to pin you to the wall just now."

"Want to pin me to the mattress one more time before we go?" She smiled. We dried off quickly making our way back to the bed. Due to the trip down fantasy lane that I'd put just her through I was rock hard again.

"Your tennis instructor is gonna be so pissed." I said smiling.

She grinned up at me. "I think I can calm him down pretty easily."

"Is he that easy?"

"I can be very persuasive when I want to be."

We took our time, the burning passion of the night before had burned down to a smolder. This time we made love. Lips glided over damp skin, fingers massaged firm muscles, sweat built up lubricating our slippery skin, bringing us both to another incredible climax. We lay side by side kissing as I stroked her hip, she had her hand on my chest running her fingers through the sparse hair.

"This is turning into a surprisingly incredible vacation." She murmured.

"How long are you here for?" I asked hoping for the whole summer.

Her smile faded a bit. "Only until Sunday. If I'd known I was going to have this much fun I would have put in for two weeks off." The sly smile crept back across her face.

"Only five more days. How will we keep you in tennis lessons that long? I don't come cheap." I chuckled.

"Cheap denotes something of little value, and that's something that you are not." She said smiling at me. "Besides I figured if you had other lessons, they have to end by late afternoon, right? I figure I can convince you to let me buy you dinner at least once more before I leave. Unless, of course, you get a better offer."

"I don't know. I had a pretty sweet offer from Mrs. Feldman, she wants to hook me up with her grand daughter." I said rolling my eyes. I yelped when one of my chest hairs got yanked out. "Hey now, her grand daughter is only eighteen! She's shown me pictures, and she's nothing to write home about either." I winced, giving my head a little shake. "I think the rest of this week my calendar is pretty clear for nocturnal activities." I wiggled my eyebrows at Stacey, which caused her to roll onto her back laughing.

"Well I know one lesson you're going to be late for if you don't hustle that hot little ass of yours over to your place and get your racket." She said tilting her head towards the clock.

"Damn, I hope it doesn't affect my tip if I'm late." I chuckled rolling off the bed and cleaning up before wandering to the living room picking up the scattered clothing and putting some of it back on. Stacey followed me out, and went to the kitchen to pour herself another cup of coffee.

"That goes for you too. If you're late the coach may make it harder on you." I chuckled.

"Oh I think he's been pretty hard on me already. I think I'm up to the challenge." She said grinning. I walked towards where she was standing at the end of the counter. Her weight was on one leg as the other bent slightly. The sun coming in from the window behind her ringed her in gold as she lifted the cup to her lips. My eyes just kept sweeping over her, committing every line, curve and slope to memory. Our eyes locked in a gaze which spoke volumes. I knew then that if I didn't leave right away, that soon I wouldn't be able to walk, much less walk away. I walked up to her closing the distance in only a few steps, and took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply.

"Don't be late." I smiled and turned grabbing my jacket off the couch, opened the door and peeked back over my shoulder at see the huge grin on Stacey's face. I smiled back as I closed the door and turned towards my place. I walked with a spring in my step and whistled a jaunty tune.

***

I barely had time to shave and change before heading back out to the courts. I grabbed a couple bottles of water and tossed them into my bag with a clean towel, and headed to work.




30 Love Ch. 02



I made my way past the little bar near the courts and waved to Jules and noticed Stacey sitting at one of the little tables with a water in front of her. She was wearing a light blue tank top over a pleated white tennis skirt. Her long legs out in front of her. She smiled up at me with a wicked grin.

"Right on time I see." I said to her. 

"You're late." She responded causing me to look at my watch. It was 10:04, I figured I had made pretty good time in getting back here.

"We'd best get started then." I smiled back at her. She got up from her seat and walked towards me with a hobbling like she'd just gotten off a horse after a day long ride. I chuckled and I felt my face flush.

We walked onto the court and set our bags down getting our rackets out. I looked out of the corner of my eye at Stacey and noticed she was suppressing a grin, and trying not to look at me.

"What?" I asked.

She chuckled. "It's just cute how you tried to act so nonchalant in front of your buddy Julie just now." 

I just gave a little shrug.

"Despite what people may think, I'm not the kind of guy that notches the bedpost with my conquests." I said, as I felt my cheeks redden again. 

"What shall we work on today?" She asked.

"How's your serve?" I asked.

"Lousy." She chuckled. "I heard lessons could help."

"That's where we'll start then." I grabbed the basket of balls from the corner and walked to the baseline. I reached into the basket and tossed her a ball she pocketed the first and nodded for another like a pro. I smiled tossing her another. She bounced it a few times, then lofted it and nailed it solidly into the net as I watched her form. I won't lie and tell you that it was a tough job watching her form.

"Not bad, except for burying it in the net. Let me tell you, this was one of the hardest things for me to learn too. At the beginner level, it's not about driving it down your opponents throat. This isn't Wimbledon. Let's concentrate on consistency. Stand over here a minute so you can watch me."

"Gladly." She winked.

I grinned as I grabbed a couple balls. "Stand comfortably toes at one and three like this. You've got the right forearm grip that's good. Follow me." I nodded at her. "Think one, two three and it's easy. One, bring your racket back so your arm is at a 90 degree angle. Two is the hard one, the ball toss. Don't try to throw it up, keep your arm straight and lift it, let your arm do the work don't bend your wrist. You're not trying to send it into orbit. Three as you bring your shoulder around you'll meet the ball straight above your left toe at one o'clock. Keep following through after you hit the ball. If you think of it as giving yourself a hug you'll be well balanced to move for the return." After showing her in slow motion step by step, I served calling the numbers as I followed through finishing with both toes pointing towards the net, arms crossed in front of me.

She walked up to me turned and backed against me. "Walk me through it." She said, knowing the effect of having her body against mine would have.

"Okay." I chuckled. "Going to be like that is it? Relax, one and three." I pointed at her feet. "One." She brought her arm up careful not to hit me with the racket. Her arm was set perfectly. "Two." She brought her arm up lifting the ball straight up. "Three." She brought her racket arm forward as I hopped to my right allowing her to follow through without hitting me. 

I stepped aside and tossed her a ball. She reset her feet took a breath and let it out and spoke the steps aloud as she followed through with a nice serve to the far court baseline.

"Nice!" I said, my enthusiasm genuine. "Can you do it again?" I tossed her another ball.

She smiled at me and did it again, and again. She dropped two of the three right inside the baseline the other would have faulted hitting the baseline from my view. I walked over to my bag pulling out my towel and walked to the other side of the court and flipped it out laying it on the court. I shagged the balls and walked back towards her, noting that she was following through with the motions even without serving a ball. I had to admit she did have great form. The thought made me smirk knowingly.

"You have a terrific swing, let's try accuracy. They don't count if you can't land them in fair territory. Let's see if you can hit the towel." I tossed her a ball, she looked at the towel then served and hit it dead center. "Shit if everybody learned this fast I could crank out US Open winners every week." I chuckled. "I better be a good engineer, I'm working myself out of the tennis pro business."

"Oh shut up. It was luck." She said smiling.

"Luck? Care to make a wager on that?" I taunted her.

"What did you have in mind?" She said intrigued.

"Ten balls, land half of them on the towel and I'll buy you lunch." I smiled.

"You're on." She said beckoning for a ball. She proceeded to ding the top of the net on the first one.

"Relax, focus and follow through." I said softly. "One, two, three, just like dance lessons." She grinned at that, and nailed the towel the next two balls nearly dead center of her target. When the little exercise was done she'd landed seven on the towel. "This means you get dessert too." I chuckled. 

"Damn I'm good!" She said wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Oh you're not ready for the pro circuit just yet." I laughed. "But I must admit, you're damn good, at tennis then there are the other things you to excel at." I finished quickly avoiding a smack in the arm. We worked on return and volley for another half hour and Stacey was getting cocky.

"So how about a little game, loser buys dinner." She offered. I chuckled.

"I'm already in for lunch, I'm not sure I could afford dinner too."

"Then you'd better win." She smiled at me knowing I'd taken the hook. "Volley for serve?"

"You go ahead, let's see what you've got." I teased.

"Okay." She said slyly. She walked over to the side and set her racket down and pulled her tank top clear off in a single stroke tossing it on her bag. "Hot today isn't it?" She asked lifting the sports bra off letting cool air under the straps. She lifted her skirt and reached under and slid down her panties stepping out of them and tossing them on her tank top. I knew my mouth was hanging open by the grin on her face.

"Now wait a minute!" I said smiling. "That's that an unfair advantage!"

"How so? I'm just trying to keep cool, and level the playing field a bit." She grinned and walked back to the baseline with her racket and a couple balls. She was still turned away when she lifted the back of the skirt nonchalantly giving her butt a little scratch, all the while well aware my eyes were riveted on her shapely ass. Letting the skirt drop back into place she stepped to the line and served the ball neatly where the towel was earlier. I'd decided that I was going to keep her in the game by not being a competitive bastard and driving the ball down her throat on every volley. I gave it a gentle follow through putting it nearly right in front of her and she hammered it back at me, dropping it neatly to my left requiring a quick adjustment on my part. She lulled me into a deep defense and softly lobbed the ball over the net getting the point after a few volleys. 

"15-Love." She smiled catching the ball I tossed her over the net. I raised my eyebrow at her thinking that I'd better not go softly on her. She served again, this time I took it upon myself to play a bit more aggressively and it paid off when I went far corner on her after a vicious point.

"15-All, now you're playing." She laughed. She stood at the baseline and started flapping the front of her skirt up and down. "Is it hot today or is it just me?" She said well aware of the effect seeing her flashing her little landing strip at me was having.

"It's just you, and I'm not that easily distracted." I smiled. She served, and got the point.

"Just so you know. I like Italian too, though the seafood around here is incredible." She winked at me before serving again. The next point was hers as I thought about the landing strip. Damn her for the distraction. 

"30-15." She called out. Her grin was infectious.

"I heard there's a nice Brazilian grill over on the beach about 15 minutes south of here." I said.

"For a guy that's losing you're pretty ballsy." She retorted.

I just grinned, rather than replying. I had no idea who was in listening range so I figured I'd keep it clean. "Come on, you going to serve or just stand there looking good."

"30-All." She said coolly knowing that she'd been the one distracted that time. I figured I'd make it tougher on her for the next point by peeling off my shirt and tossing it towards my gear. She dropped a ball, and proceeded to bend fully at the waist showing me her bare bottom and a nice shot of pink.

"40-30." She said grinning knowing that she'd caught me off guard. She peeled back the cups of her sports bra flashing me, and fanning herself with her racket. "Wow it's hot today." Her nipples were like pink arrows pointing up to the bright sun. I thanked the people that designed the courts because they'd put in privacy chain link, so nobody could see her flash me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath vowing that I wouldn't let her distract me from my game.

"Deuce." She said with admiration, surprised that she didn't distract me enough to get the point. She proceeded to serve quickly, our volley getting aggressive as we both decided we were out to win, I went for a backhand on a bad hop and it went wide of the line. 

She grinned at me. "Ad-in." She walked back to the baseline again and bounced the ball a few times, then looked at me intently, telling me with her eyes that she would win this point and the game. She set for the server and lifted the ball and rolled forward on the balls of her feet driving the ball forward causing me to back a step and take it right inside the line. Out of reflex I put just as much power behind it as I could and keep it in, putting it right in front of her strong forehand stroke. I had time to line it up, and I sent it down the line. I hadn't fooled her, she was there in a step and with a two hand backhand driven back down the line. I miscalculated her and expected a cross court shot and missed completely.

Stacey began jumping up and down like a spastic cheerleader yelling, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I couldn't help but laugh in between gasping for breath and at the sight of her skirt flipping up flashing me several times. I shagged the balls on this end of the court and walked over to my bag and grabbed my towel and began drying off. Stacey skipped towards me still jumping a huge grin on her face and jumped into my arms. "Thank you for letting me win."

"I didn't let you win." I said still breathing hard, but not sure if it was because her hot, sweaty body was clamped to me or if it was from the game. I tended to believe that it was her body at this point. "I started out thinking I'd take it easy on you, but you're devilishly clever at setting a pattern and breaking it at the least obvious moment. You won fair and square. I'm going to have to get a second job to keep up these wagers." I smiled.

"I honestly expected to lose. I had dinner already planned out too. So you lose but you win, dinner is at my place tonight, I'm cooking." She brought her racket around behind my head and pulled me into a deep kiss. "Lunch is still on you." She chuckled pulling away our skin sticking together were it touched. She reached for her towel and began to dry off, dabbing her chest, she asked me to mop down her back and I gladly assisted seeing the rippled muscle relax from the rub down. She reached down and pulled her tank top back over her head. She lifted her skirt in front of me. "I'm pretty damp down here too if you could help me out." I chuckled at her.

"Gladly, but not with a towel." I said then knelt in front of her and began lapping up the moisture with my tongue. Stacey let out a low moan as I went after her with a frenzy licking her quickly and flicking her clit relentlessly. Her moans came out in short whimpers as she reached behind her and grabbed the fence to steady her. She tried to keep from moaning aloud, and occasional whimper escaped her lips as I took her clit between my lips and sucked firmly on it. She gasped and ground her hips into my face. I knew then she was over the top and ready to let go. I slid my finger up into her molten depths and she arched against me bowing backward as she peaked. I looked up to see her expression and only saw the skirt bunched up against my forehead. She was moaning through pursed lips as she came down off the high of her orgasm. When she finally began to relax she fell back against the fence.

"I asked you to dry me off, not to make me more wet." She gasped. She ran her hands through my wet hair as I cleaned up the mess I'd made of her thighs. "You know, I was going to skip putting them back on just to screw with you. Now I have to because I'm not going to walk around with a huge wet spot on the back of my skirt." I smiled at that. Finishing up I reached for the panties and had her lift each leg to slide them up her calves and thighs. Once I had them snugged back into place I looked at them for a moment then let out a little growl and gave her a mock bite right on the crotch.

"Lingerie, it's like gift wrap for the best present on earth."

"Oh so you're a lingerie fan, huh?" She said grinning. I opened my eyes wide and looked around, realizing my admission. "Good to know." I toweled myself off, she insisted on helping me with my back before letting me put my shirt back on. I packed away my gear and cleaned up the loose balls and we made our way off the court.

"Well young lady, this is your lunch what would you like?" I asked smiling.

"Let's just grab something outside, I think we're both a bit ripe to be hitting a dining room anywhere. Do they serve lunch at the bar?" I nodded, stating they did.

We took a table away from the bar itself for privacy. Though I knew we weren't fooling Jules. She knew that something had happened between Stacey and I, and she had a crooked smirk on her face when she came over with a couple of ice cold waters.

"What'll you have?" She asked Stacey first. She settled on a specialty iced tea that Jules brewed up herself. I said I'd have the same, even though she hadn't asked. I just smiled as she rolled her eyes at me and turned away. When she returned with our drinks I told Jules about losing the bet, and lunch was my treat. "Oh if that's the case let's see, a couple Maine lobsters, and a king sized filet mignon for each of you?" She asked Stacey.

"I want lunch, I don't want him bankrupt. Besides, I can get the lobster fresher at home." She laughed ordering a shrimp salad and garlic breadsticks. I ordered a salad with seared tuna. I saw Rick bring the tray down the path from the kitchen and set it at the end of the bar. Jules brought over the tray setting our meals down, offering a refill on the iced teas. Once settled in Stacey practically attacked her lunch.

"What are you up to this afternoon?" Stacey asked me. I shrugged stuffing the remainder of a breadstick into my mouth.

"I should check in to see if I have anything, but mid-week I've usually got nothing going on. If I had anything they would have sent me a text to let me know to call in. Why, what have you got in mind?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes but smiled as well.

"First I was planning a long hot shower since the one I had this morning was less than complete." She wiggled her eyebrows at me this time. "I figure no loss, since I only got sweaty again the minute I got out of it." This time I got a wink and a smile. "I was thinking if you weren't busy we'd go see what's going on in town, and pick up the ingredients for dinner." I thought about it and realized that I could think of nothing I'd love more than to spend the rest of my day with this beautiful woman.

"Sold. That's better than watching an aging, overweight lawyer from Jersey pretend that he's Jimmy Connors." The mental picture of that made us both laugh. I begged leave for a moment to check and see if I had anything going for this afternoon. I didn't, and the rec director chuckled when I asked him to reschedule anybody who inquired. I walked back to the table and let Stacey know I was free for the afternoon, and her face lit up like a kid at Christmas. I was amazed at the rush that smile sent through me, and I'm sure I was returning it with equal excitement.

Jules wandered over to clear the plates. I'm sure Stacey said this intentionally to be overheard. "After my winning dessert, I propose that you get a change of clothing and meet me back at my crib. That way we can freshen up and head into town from there." Stacey smiled.

"With that, what would you like for dessert?" I asked. I felt a blush hit my cheeks as Jules gave me a side long look.

"What's good?" Stacey asked Jules.

"Depends, do you want something light, or something more decadent?" She asked sweetly. Was that a barb I detected in her voice?

"Something light, I'll have something decadent later." She glanced at me smiling.

"The raspberry granita topped with white chocolate is my pick then. It's made with a splash of liqueur, gives it just the right amount of kick." Jules replied, and shot a glare at me.

"Ooh, even better." Stacey smiled rubbing her hands together in anticipation. I ordered the same, and without a word I felt Jules admonish me for my behavior. I felt guilty for only a split second until I broke her gaze and my eyes fell on Stacey again. I thought to myself, "You had your chance Jules." We finished our dessert and I paid the tab. We gathered our bags and stood.

"I'm that way." I said nodding towards a path behind the bar.

"Good to know." She grinned and stood there looking at me for a second. "Is it wrong that I want to stir up trouble?" She asked. I gave her a questioning look. "To hell with it, why not. Thanks for lunch." She said as she stepped towards me reached up behind my neck and drew me into a deep kiss. I fell into it like a dehydrated man into a pool of cool, fresh water. When she pulled away and started walking away I just grinned as she looked over her shoulder and gave me a little wave. "See you in a few." I turned and caught Jules look, her eyes were hard and her look was cool, and I realized what Stacey meant. I started for the path when I heard Jules call out to me.

"Hey lover boy." She said. I don't know why but that grated my nerves.

"What's up?" I asked walking over to the service end of the bar.

"Be careful with that one." She said. "I get the feeling she's already sunk her teeth into you, but be careful none the less." 

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious as to why she cared.

Jules looked down the path Stacey had taken to make sure she was gone. "I've been here a while, and I've seen her type before, thought not nearly as much here as on the east coast. She's the love 'em and leave 'em type. She'll use you for a week then turn and walk away leaving you on the floor like a wet towel."

"Thanks, but I think I can handle it Jules." I said smiling.

"Okay, I just don't want to see you get hurt. You're the type to get hurt." She said a soft smile touched her lips.

"I am? How do you know me so well?" I smiled back at her, and she laughed.

"I've been doing this for over seven years, and the next best thing to seeing a shrink, is seeing a bartender. It's not the best use of a psych degree, but I'm too young for suits and dealing with addled teens and troubled couples." She smiled.

"Yes mom." I said sarcastically.

"I hope you're protecting him." She said pointing down at the front of my shorts. "Just remember to protect this too." She said tapping me over the heart with her finger. In an uncharacteristic move she laid her hand on mine and gave it a little squeeze. I nodded at her.




30 Love Ch. 02



I began to turn and head to the bungalow when I thought of something.

"Is that why you wouldn't go out with me?" I asked softly.

She smiled. "No, I don't mix business and pleasure. Besides, you would leave me high and dry at the end of summer and go back to your life in Boston."

I grinned. "No, we can't have that. Thanks Jules." I gave her hand a squeeze in return and made my way back to the bungalow. 

***

I hung my towel up and grabbed some dry clothes throwing them into a bag. I checked my nightstand and realized that I used all of the condoms I had. I didn't expect to be burning through them all summer, but I knew I had better be somewhat prepared. I better fix that while we're in town. I made my way back to Stacey's using back paths that I wouldn't likely be stopped by wayward guests. I arrived at her door and knocked softly.

"C'mon in Chip." I heard through the door. I opened it to see her standing in the bedroom doorway naked, with a hairbrush in hand working the kinks out of her hair.

"What would you have done if it weren't me?" I said smiling.

"Well if weren't you I would have stepped back into the bedroom and excused myself. If it were Jules I would have worried she was here to have it out." She smirked. I thought for a moment and asked.

"Why do you say that?"

"That girl had daggers for eyes aimed right at me during lunch. You wouldn't have noticed, it's a chick thing." Stacey said unperturbed by the admission. I chuckled.

"She said something to me after you left." I said. She just gave me a raised eyebrow before turning into the bedroom.

"Really? What did she have to say. If you don't mind my asking."

"She told me to watch out for you, that you're going to use me and toss me aside when you're done."

She stepped back in the doorway, a look of concern marred her brow. "Do you feel that way?"

"Not at all, and I told her as much." I paused. "She's sort of turned into a big sister, so she worries about me. Any daggers you felt were strictly defensive, not offensive. She's not going to challenge you to pistols at dawn." I chuckled.

"Good, because the only two things I want right now are a hot shower and a hard cock." I got the distinct feeling there was something left unsaid.

"Well I'd be glad to make sure you're spotlessly clean. Despite the fact that I can't fulfill the other part, we'll have to wait until later. I'm short of shower caps at the moment."

She turned to me with a pout on her face.

She started singing into her hairbrush. "Anticipa-ya-tion it's makin' me wait. It's keepin' me wa-ya-ya-ting." 

"Remind me to plan further ahead, a 3 pack is not going to cut it." I heard the water start, and some soft humming before she walked back into the bedroom. She realized I hadn't followed and came back and poked her head around the doorway.

"Are you going to join me, or are you just going to stare at me with your mouth hanging open?" She said grinning. I broke land speed records getting out of my sweaty clothes and nearly tackled her at the door as she let out a yelp. I slid open the door testing the water and dragged her in with me. She got loose and pushed me against the wall with her body. "Let's actually use soap this time." She reached over for a puff and bottle of body wash and poured it liberally. She lathered it up, then lathered me up, working quickly up and down my arms, torso and legs, paying particular attention to my now stiff cock.

"I did mention I don't have a shower cap. If you keep that up I won't be responsible for what happens." I gasped.

"Turn around," She said, "and don't crack the tiles with it." She began washing my back, digging her hands in as she did, giving me a massage, she worked down my body massaging my ass and thighs, working her way down to my calves. It was the most relaxed I'd been in her presence since I'd first laid eyes on her. A sharp slap on the ass broke me out of my reverie. "Don't go falling asleep on me." She chuckled telling me to turn around again. "Now that's what I like to see." She smiled coming eye to eye with an erection she was completely responsible for. She rinsed me off well and began licking the head of my cock like an ice cream cone. She massaged my balls while she took me into her mouth leaning forward slowly taking more of me in with each stroke. Her stroke became regular as she bobbed up and down. A moan escaped my lips as an answering purr came from her throat. I wasn't going to last long like this. She reached behind my balls and began rubbing her fingers in a circular motion and I lost it. I didn't give her much warning but I did what I could. She caught the first of it in her mouth and proceeded to stroke me as I landed the remainder on her chest.

"That was for your post game shenanigans." She said, licking her lips.

"Remind me to bury my face under your skirt more often." I gasped. As soon as my breathing came back I lifted Stacey back up to her feet, where she'd been playing with the strings that were slowly rinsing away from her chest. "I think it's only fair that I take the time and care to get you as clean as you've taken with me." I said smiling as I reached for the puff, the body wash and returned the favor. I made a slow exploration of her body, washing and rubbing as I went down her torso making sure her breasts were clean. She smirked that I'd paused there so long.

"I think they're clean now." Her smile mirrored mine as I worked down her flat stomach, then down between her legs. I felt her push against my hand as it worked it's way down soaping her up and down. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

"Don't start the engine if you're not going to drive the car." She grinned.

"Trust me, as soon as I'm restocked I plan on taking you for a lot of rides." I chuckled.

"Sounds like fun." Her grin got bigger, as I worked my way down her thighs pushing my thumbs massaging them deeply as I worked my way down her legs. I was kneeling on the shower floor in front of her, and asked her to turn and I began working my way up the back of her firm muscular legs. I kneaded her ass digging my fingers as I watched the suds slide down her legs. She moaned softly as I massaged her lower back working my way up to her shoulders. She reached around sweeping her wet hair over her shoulder out of my way. I finished at the back of her shoulders.

"Would you like me to wash your hair?" I asked softly. I got an affirmative hum in reply. I lathered her hair being careful to keep running my fingers through it to keep it straight as I did. I started at her neck and massaged her scalp moving forward to the front and back down the sides behind her ears. The low moan coming from her told me that I was doing it right. I rinsed her hair and ran my fingers through it to keep it from tangling. I turned off the cooling water and reached out for a towel and began drying her off. She handed me a bottle of lotion and turned around. Taking the cue I made my way down her back massaging the lotion gently into her warm skin. Once I was done working down her calves she turned, and I worked my way back up. The tropical scent, and the soft warmth of her skin were having an effect on me.

"Good luck trying to fit that into a pair of shorts." She smiled looking down at my engorged cock.

"You could help me with that."

"Yea, I could." She just grinned as she combed out her hair letting it air dry. She walked out of the bathroom leaving me there to dry myself off.

I walked in to her slipping on a pink thong and settling it in place.

"Are those really necessary?" I chuckled.

"They're my only line of defense when you get me wet." She chuckled grabbing a pair of khaki shorts and a fitted tank top. She looked up and saw me watching her from the doorway and smiled at me. "You know, you'd get ready quicker if you didn't stand there with your mouth hanging open."

She pulled a t-shirt, the fabric stretched tightly over her torso, her nipples standing proudly through the fabric. Her mouth twisted in a wry little smile. "I should put a bra on, otherwise you're never going to get rid of him." She said nodding at my crotch.

"Don't. I like you like this." I walked up behind her and ran my hands up the fabric hugging her body. My thumbs grazed her hard nipples as I palmed her breasts kneading them gently. Her eyes closed and she sighed deeply.

"You're a bastard. You know that? If you left a wet spot on the back of my shorts I'm going to kill you."

I stepped back and there was a large damp spot, dead center of her ass. I chuckled. "Sorry."

She turned and smacked me in the chest with the flat of her hand. "Asshole!" She laughed, pushed me away and peeled off the shorts. Watching them slide down her legs, exposing her beautiful ass wasn't doing anything for my problem. I reached down and stroked it digging my fingers into her flesh.

"You're not getting any of that, until you get this guy covered." She said reaching around and grabbing me none to gently. "Now knock it off and get dressed so we can get going. She smacked my hands away as she slid on a denim mini skirt, wiggling gently as she settled it on her hips and buttoned it up.

I dressed quickly as Stacey stepped back into the bath for a minute. I thought about how this week was going, and for the first time, I realized I'd be leaving and going back to school in a couple months, in Boston. The thought of Stacey and I sitting at a table at my favorite pub laughing over a couple beers flashed through my mind. I turned to look over my shoulder, just catching her reflection in the mirror. Our eyes locked, and for a moment something passed between us.

"Is that all it takes to get you ready? I'm jealous." She smiled.

"It's all you need too, anything you're doing now is just gilding the lily."

She finished what ever she was doing, and turned to look at me, a questioning look in her eye.

"What?" I asked, concerned I'd said something wrong. A slow smile crept across her face.

"Thank you." She said, a light flush came to her cheeks. "I think."

My eyes opened wide. "You've never had anybody tell you that you're beautiful before?"

"Not quite like that."

I walked up to her, lifted her chin and kissed her softly. "Am I doing it wrong?" I whispered. She shook her head gently and kissed me in return. I took her hand as she grabbed her bag and we made for my bungalow.

"Awesome, I'm wearing a mini skirt and I've got to climb into that." She chuckled, looking at my Jeep.

"It's not bad. I'll lift you in if you like." I rolled up the back flap to let it the heat out, and guided her up into the seat. She did show off her lovely legs, but didn't flash her goodies.

I went to the driver's side and rolled up the other flap, and we were on our way. She mentioned a local shop in town that was an upscale grocery store, but we didn't need to head there straight away. We found a place to park, and we wandered through the old village shops. A few of them had been updated to newer shops. Stacey wandered into a shop full of summer wear and swimsuits. I enjoyed her flipping through outfits and pulled out a pink leopard print dress and held it up to her chest and looked at me with a hilarious 'not on your life' expression.

"Ooh." She pulled out a blue tie-dye number and held it up. It looked like a long t-shirt. "Whaddya think?"

I just smiled and wiggled my eyebrows at her. 

She grinned. "Sold!" She added warily. "If it's still warm enough when you come north I can buy you dinner and show if off."

I looked at her for a moment before responding. "Is this really moving as fast as it seems?" I thought. I was surprised that I had no reservations about the idea of seeing her more when I got back to school. "Well I remember August in Boston is still pretty damn hot. It's not going to get any cooler with you walking around in that either." I grinned.

She went through a small rack of belts and chose one to go with the dress, and made her way to the register. She and the lady behind the counter spoke softly as she bagged up her purchase.

"You're good buddies now?" I teased.

"She said the color was perfect to go with my blue eyes." She replied, slightly offended.

"She was right." 

We wandered down the street, stopping occasionally and she pointed to a small open shop on the other side of the street.

"Bingo. She said it was just up the street. I need to make a quick stop without you. Would you mind waiting for me, they have awesome smoothies. So I hear." She grinned.

I looked at her warily. "You're not ditching me are you?"

"Well since you're my ride that would be kind of stupid now wouldn't it." She reached up and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Trust me on this."

"Luckily I'm a trusting fellow." I leaned in and kissed her, and wasn't quick about it.

"Okay handsome, I'll meet up with you in a bit." She gave me a wink and turned down the side street, smiling at me over her shoulder.

I crossed the street, two doors past the smoothie place I noticed the familiar Rx on the sign and smirked. I headed there first.

Twenty minutes or so had passed and I saw Stacey on the corner waiting for traffic so she could cross. She didn't have any other bags, just the one she had from the little boutique. She hoped off the curb and walked quickly across. She even got a wolf whistle from a convertible stopped at the light. She arrived in front of me with a big grin on her face. 

"Not bad for an old lady, huh?" 

"He didn't see an old lady. He saw a beautiful girl with great legs in a mini skirt, and to add a little to it, the lack of a bra gives you a nice little bounce."

"You should see what air conditioning does." She replied wiggling her eyebrows. "Did you get a smoothie?"

I shook my head. "Wasn't in the mood."

"What are you in the mood for?"

I held up the bag, and her expression quirked as she saw the pharmacy logo. She peeked inside and noticed a large box.

"Wow, you may have over estimated my abilities."

"Not in the least, and more over, I don't want a repeat of this morning." I leaned in and kissed her cheek softly and whispered. "When I want you, I don't want to wait." I nibbled her ear lobe and kissed down the side of her neck causing a sharp intake of breath, a deep sigh followed.

"If you don't stop it, I'm going to rape you right here on the sidewalk." She whispered back.

"That's the kind of street performance that'll land us in jail."

"Who would we call to bail us out?" She smirked. "Come on, let's go hit the grocery store and head back." She reached over and took the pharmacy bag and opened the top of her shopping bag just enough to drop it inside. "You get to haul the groceries."

We made our way to the grocery store. She picked out various veggies and asked if I liked each. We stopped at the meat counter where she bought a small package of loose Italian sausage, then a box of pasta. We hit the dairy aisle where she picked out a small block of Parmesan cheese. We looked over the wine selection and she picked out a bottle. She insisted on picking up a bag of ice so the food wouldn't warm up on the way back, though I told her it was a short enough drive.

"Can I drive?" She asked as we made our way back to my Jeep.

I shrugged. "Sure, just keep it in one piece."

She hopped up on the seat swinging her legs around and kicked off her sandals. I was amazed when she reached down and slid her skirt up and peeled down her panties. She reached up and hung them on the mirror with a smirk. 

"That feels better, damn things were so wet it was uncomfortable." She fanned air between her legs as I sat there with my mouth hanging open as I watched. She started the engine and after a moment pulled out in traffic. She didn't go straight back the way we came into town, but took a short drive down the beach road. Due to the large condo complexes there wasn't a lot of open beach area, though there were some small dirt paths down to water between some of the properties. She spotted one of them and turned down the path. She wound her way carefully until we just could see the blue of the water and stopped, killing the engine and setting the brake. We were under the shade of a copse of palm trees.

"Get in the back." She said looking over at me. There was a feral hunger in her eyes that said, "Don't ask questions."

I got out and tilted the seat forward so I could climb in. She reached for the bag she'd put on the floor and dug out the pharmacy bag, tearing into the box and tearing off a packet.

"Take off your shorts." She said hoarsely.

It was a struggle but I was able to get out of them. She then walked around the Jeep and climbed in behind the passenger seat and straddled my lap, her skirt still pushed up to her waist. She reached down between us gripping my semi-hard cock and magically made it rock hard with a few firm slow strokes. She took the corner of the package between her teeth and tore it open.

"I wasn't kidding about raping you earlier. I would have mounted you one of of those little café chairs in a heartbeat." She said as she leaned down and attacked my mouth with hers. 

"You can't rape the willing." I gasped between kisses.

She reached between us and slid the condom down my shaft, then tilted her hips forward and put the tip to her wet opening running it back and forth across her lips. I couldn't take the teasing and reached around grabbing her ass and pulled her down onto me. I slid in slowly but the pleasure was like a big wave rolling over us slowly as we both let out low moans. I leaned forward and nibbled her nipple through her shirt. She quickly lifted it up, giving me free access to both of her hard nipples. Our hips rocked slowly as I nipped and licked first one then the other nipple, causing Stacey to gasp and moan louder. She leaned back and took hold of the Jeep's roll bar and began driving herself down onto my shaft with as much leverage as she could. I took hold of her hips and did my best to get as much of her as I could. She cried out. I knew it was time and I reached down between us and began massaging her clit in quick little circles. She began panting as her hips began to thrust even harder. That was the end of me. I lifted my hips letting out a guttural groan as I shot deep into her, her hips ground down on me in small circles as she panted and cried out again. Her pussy continued to spasm, gripping me and releasing for a couple minutes after. The sheen of sweat on her face and chest looked like she'd just had a workout in the noon sun.

We panting trying to catch our breath when Stacey started chuckling.

"What?" I gasped.

"Just thinking of my friends at work, next week they'll be asking why I look so tired after what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation."

We cleaned up as much as we could, Stacey taking the wheel again and backing us out of the dirt path.

***

We made it back to her place I put away the groceries and Stacey went and washed up. She said she felt a little sticky after our ride home. I chuckled asking her if it was time for another shower. She came back out of the bedroom wearing shorts and a new t-shirt. I looked her up and down and let out a low wolf whistle myself.

She shot me a skeptical look. "Seriously?"

I opened my eyes wide and looked at her and nodded slowly. "Oh yea."

"You're wonderful for a girl's ego. Do you want to eat now or in a little while?"

"Depends on what we're talking about." I smirked.

"You can have that for dessert." She laughed. "Hmm, I missed a call." She looked at her phone for a minute then her expression turned sour. "Shit, would you excuse me a minute? " She walked back into the bedroom, phone in hand.

I could barely hear her voice, and I realized I was eavesdropping so I went into the kitchen and got some water.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I've only been here three days! This is the first vacation I've taken in nearly a year!" She erupted in the bedroom. Her voice settled down but I could hear frustrated sounds, then a loud sigh of exasperation. She stepped into the doorway leaning against it, she had a crestfallen look on her face.




30 Love Ch. 02



"Sorry, work has decided that my vacation was going entirely to well and had to ruin it." She looked up at me, the sadness in her eyes was genuinely heart breaking. "I have to fly back tomorrow and fix an epic fuck up."

I walked slowly around the counter and took her in my arms. She laid her cheek on my shoulder. "I should have known. This week was going too well. I didn't stress out, I was really relaxing for once."

The more she spoke about leaving the tighter I held her to me. She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. To say her news wasn't affecting me would be a lie. I didn't want her to leave any more than she wanted to go.

Stacey was the catalyst that broke me out of my little world. She made me do things I wouldn't have ever thought of doing. She was a push in the right direction for me, and I knew it.

"It's okay, I'm sure they'll make it up to you. Maybe they'll give you back your vacation time or something." I whispered kissing her cheek.

She hiccuped. "It's not the time off I'm upset about losing." Her grip on my neck tightened.

My breath caught in my throat. "What then?" I asked, hoping I already knew the answer.

"When are you coming back to Boston?" She asked after a long pause.

"I was planning on mid-August. I'll need to find a place, get settled in. Why?"

She slipped free and went back to the bedroom and came back a minute later a card. She slid it into the pocket of my shorts.

"You don't have to look. I have room, if you want to, I mean, until you can get on your feet, or whatever." She stopped rambling, closed her eyes and inhaled slowly, letting out a sigh. "Listen, if I was just, you know, a nice diversion, that's fine. I'm okay with it. I just..."

I took that moment to silence her by kissing her deeply.

"You are so much more than just a diversion Stacey. So much more."

"God I didn't want to say it, but it's you I'm afraid of losing. That sounds so stupid since I've only known you three days, and I..." I silenced her again with a kiss.

"Aren't you getting hungry yet?" I asked.

"Yes, but not for food." She said smiling up at me.

I laughed as she leaned forward and sunk her teeth gently into my jaw. "That's not going to help you get ready, maybe you should call the airline while I start prepping for your magical culinary skills."

"Yea, I guess you're right Mr. Mood Killer."

"Oh the mood hasn't been killed. It's been banked like a fire, burning slowly on a snowy New England night." I said leaning down and nipping her lower lip giving it a little tug.

"Start a big pot of water for the pasta, and start dicing the veggies, big chunks. I'll call the airline and get my ticket changed. The quicker I get you fed, the quicker you can show me how much you're going to miss me." She lifted her lips and gave me a peck, then gave me a much longer kiss. She smiled up at me and gave me a swat on the ass. "Move it or we're going to be having dinner for breakfast."

"Sounds fine to me." I smiled back at her.

She took her phone back to the bedroom and started packing. I got to work on dinner. She poked her head out of the bedroom and asked me to open the wine, and ducked back in. I smiled as I did it, hearing drawers banging and quiet swearing.

I called out for the next instructions, and she yelled them back, and I continued with dinner preparations. She popped out of the bedroom apologizing and trying to assist. I set her on one of the bar stools and handed her the glass of wine she asked me to pour and demanded she take a deep breath and relax. She directed me through the rest of the preparation. She put her head in her hands and started giggling.

"What?"

"I was just thinking, I won again. You bought lunch and you ended up making me dinner."

I chuckled along with her as she peeked at me from between her fingers and broke down giggling again.

"I'll have no problem cooking for you." I said, reaching a decision I'd been pondering since she slipped her address and numbers into my pocket.

She caught phrasing and grinned ear to ear. "I'll be right back." She said and just about skipped into the bedroom.

I finished off dinner and plated it up and saw her out of the corner of my eye and looked up. She stood there in her new little blue tie-dye dress. It hugged her curves like I wish I had been. It was short enough to show off her incredible legs. Her hair was down and brushed out.

"What do you think?" She said brushing the fabric along her curves. She looked up at me looking for a clue. I knew I was standing there staring, my mouth hanging open, at the sight of this amazing, beautiful woman in front of me. She blinked several times, still waiting for a response.

I cleared my throat. "It's... you're beautiful." I said, correcting myself.

She grinned ear to ear. "I didn't want you to have to wait to see it."

We ate at her little dining table, sitting close. She teased me under the table running her bare foot up and down my leg, while we talked. She told me about her place in Boston and what landmarks it was near. She mentioned parking may be a pain because it was all on-street. I let her know I'd likely drop the Jeep off at my folks and fly in to avoid having that problem. I lived on public transportation for three years, I could do it again.

I don't know if it was the soft caresses, the wine, the softness of her voice. The rest of the world fell away. We finished pushing our plates away slightly.

"Oh no, we didn't get anything for dessert." She said. A feral glint in her eye said she already had dessert planned, and I was it.

A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Oh no, what ever will we do?"

She grinned, reached for the bottle of wine and poured the last of it into our glasses. "Let's get comfortable." She stood, glass in hand, and reached out for me to take her hand. We sat on the sofa, Stacey curled up against me and leaned in for a kiss. We started off slowly, tenderly, before long we were gasping for breath. She climbed on my lap, our hands roaming freely.

"Why am I suddenly worried your dad's going to come down the stairs, flip the lights on and catch us, and I'll be out running a shotgun blast?" I said.

Stacey bust out laughing. "That's not nearly as likely as him telling us to remember to use protection, getting a beer and going back upstairs."

"Well I've got that covered. Literally." I grinned, and kissed her again. My hand slid up under the hem of her dress. I noticed when I reached her ass I didn't hit fabric. I caressed her ass gripping her tightly and I felt a string. This was a nice little surprise, since her pair from earlier were still on the mirror in my Jeep.

"Trying to find out what else I bought today are you?" She whispered, and nibbled my lower lip.

"Mmm hmm." I murmured as my fingertips traced the string from her hip down to the cleft between her cheeks. She angled her hip so I could push her dress up. She wrapped her arm around my neck and leaned away slightly tugging the hem up around her waist revealing her other purchase. I looked down and saw small blue lace panties with swirl designs. The lace was sheer showing her little strip. There was even a small baby blue bow at the top.

"Gift wrapped with a bow." She smiled.

I grinned back at her. "Just so you know, I'm that guy who opens his gifts slowly. I like to savor the moment."

"Don't take too long. I want you to have a chance to play with it before I have to go in the morning." She dove into my mouth tongue first. I ran my fingers gently up the inside of her thigh. She shivered as I reached the small patch of fabric covering her. She was damp and hot like an August night. As I began to gently stroke the fabric she began to purr deep in her throat. I began running my finger lightly up and down the fabric causing her to shift slightly hoping to get more pressure. I deftly retreated keeping the stroking light. Her mouth became more insistent, her tongue darting into my mouth looking for a duel. Her hand gripped the front of my shirt tightly, nearly tearing it as she squirmed on my fingers. Her squirming in my lap was having a profound effect on me. It wasn't long before I couldn't take anymore, and I felt the same from Stacey without a word from her. I slipped my arm behind her back, the other behind her knees and stood lifting her with me. She let out a soft woop, and wrapped her arms around my neck as I brought her to the bedroom.

When I set her on the bed she swung around and got onto her knees facing me and immediately resumed our tongue lashing while she reached for the hem of my shirt. We paused long enough for her to drag it over my head. Her hands made their way down my chest pausing to massage each nipple for a moment which caused me to get even harder, if that was possible. I felt her unbutton my shorts, and slowly pull down the zipper somewhat relieving the pressure. Once she pushed them down my hips she ran her hands up and down my shaft through my boxers. A soft moan escaping her throat.

"I think I found dessert." She said with a sly grin. The boxers got pushed off releasing me into her soft warm hands.

"Why am I the only one naked?"

"You said you unwrap your presents slowly to savor the moment."

"Mmm hmm." I said tugging gently on the little belt she had around her waist. Soon it joined my clothes on the floor. The tight little dress had pushed it's way up over her hips and sat bunched waiting for me. I reached down low taking her hips in my hands. Her skin was hot to the touch and made me want to hurry but I held myself in check as I ran my hands slowly up her hips, reaching the little string of her thong. I slid my thumbs under them lifting them higher on her hips, tugging the material tighter between her legs. She let out a soft whimper as she wrapped her arms around my neck again and kissed my deeply. I let go of the strings and slid my hands further up her waist, reaching the fabric bunched there. I slipped my hands beneath it, and ran them up her back, pulling the fabric up as I did. I kissed my way up her jaw, and behind her ear. I found a narrow band of fabric with my hands. A bra strap which intrigued me since I knew she hadn't worn one all afternoon.

"What have we here?" I whispered. She let out a soft moan as I ran my thumbs beneath the strap and brought them around to the sides. "Does it match?" I asked softly as I began an oral assault on her neck. The merest shrug was my only reply as her head tilted back giving me unfettered access to her neck. My thumbs made it to the front and I gently massaged the soft skin I felt beneath the cups. Only managing to reach a short way into them. I pushed the dress up further over her breasts and massaged the fabric, it felt the same as the panties, lacy with a pattern design. Her nipples pushed hard through the fabric begging for attention which I gave them. I massaged her breasts gently giving each nipple a small pinch and tug through the lace.

"You're driving me crazy!" She gasped. "Stop teasing and get on with it already." Her reaction made me smile as I kissed my way up her chin and our lips met again.

"I told you I like to take my time." I murmured.

"Bastard!" She groaned. She lifted her arms over her head imploring me to get the dress off so I could continue. I surrendered and lifted the dress off gently tossed it to the side as she shook her hair out. It did match, dark blue lace barely covered her breasts, a tiny blue bow nestled sweetly between them. She grabbed me with both hands stroking me hard. She then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from a small pile she'd made and proceeded to get me covered. "I am going to cum the moment you bury this into me." She gasped.

I had finally worked myself past the point of no return and took her by the hips and quickly turned her around as she bent forward on all fours I tugged the panties down her thighs and placed the head of my cock against her wet lips. No sooner did she feel the pressure did she back against me pushing the head into her tight heat.

"Don't be gentle on my account." She begged. That was the only thing I needed to hear. I leaned forward and drove my entire length deep into her in a single motion. She yelled out a loud, "Yes!" I soon felt her grasping down on me tightly, her body beginning spasm as she reached between her legs and ground her fingers against her clit rubbing it fast and furiously. I just held onto her hips as she bucked against me doing all I could to keep from going off with her. She kept up a litany of cries both begging me to stay deep in her and thanking God. I was sending thanks too.

The spasms subsided and Stacey just gasped for breath. I held her against me with one hand, as I massaged her lower back with the other. Her breathing slowed and got deeper. Her body practically glowed in the dim light as I withdrew slowly.

"Oh God." She said again, as I began to take long slow strokes into her. She was so wet I slid in easily. I reached deep into her, and felt the wetness running down her thighs, and now mine. The feeling of it turned me on even more. I alternated by speeding up and taking her with fast shallow strokes for a few minutes then went back to the deep strokes increasing my pace. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and by the sound and feel of her Stacey wasn't bound to last long either. I reached down placing a hand between her breasts and pulled her up against me. Her sweaty back lay against my chest as I lifted her hips so hard with each stroke her knees nearly lifted free of the mattress. I reached down with my other hand and began circling her clit again massaging it between my fingers as she began to shudder again. I pumped deep into her giving her lace clad nipple a hard squeeze as I flicked her clit hard. By the second shudder I pushed into her as deep as I could and stiffened finally releasing everything that had built up since this afternoon. We both cried out as our orgasms washed over us. We were both gasping as if we'd just run a marathon. Her pussy gripping down as if to milk every last bit from me.

"So," she said gasping for air, "you like the lingerie?"

I started laughing, gasping for breath. "Yea it's going to look terrific on the floor."

"Let's find out." She reached behind her and unclasped the bra. I slid my hands up her torso lifting it free as I took her breasts in my hands, and grazed the nipples as I lifted the cups free. I nuzzled her neck, and reached for the straps and slid them down her arms. I tossed it against the wall where it fell to the floor.

"Looks pretty good to me." I said withdrawing from her hips, our sticky skin peeling apart slowly. I reached up and gave her a push between the shoulder blades causing her to let out a yelp as she fell face forward onto the bed. I reached down and pulled the panties free from her legs and tossed them against the wall where they soon joined the bra. Stacey looked up over the edge of the bed.

"They do contrast nicely with the carpet." She said giggling as she rolled over onto her back. The flush giving her body a rosy glow.

Her brow furrowed as she looked up at me. "What's the matter?" One knee pulled up slightly over the other as she propped herself up on her elbows.

I realized how my expression must look, then I smiled and shook my head gently. "Absolutely nothing is wrong. You're just so... so beautiful." She blushed deeply.

"You're pretty handsome yourself Mister." She said her eyes scanning up and down.

I looked down a bit self-consciously and realized I still had a full load dangling from the tip of my cock. "Sorry." I said as I turned.

"It's right there." She pointed to the small wastebasket next to the nightstand. "I didn't want you gone very long. She scooted to the edge of the bed and slipped it free and tied it off depositing it for me. She was face to face with my semi-hard cock. She peeked up at me through her disheveled hair and leaned forward opening her mouth and taking it entirely in her mouth, lapping up any leftovers.

"There you're all cleaned up."

"But you're not." I said and knelt at the edge of the bed between her thighs. I kissed her again, her salty tongue tangled with mine. I broke free of her lips, and began working my way down her neck to her chest. She offered her breasts to me, arching her back slightly, and I accepted hungrily. I teased my way down avoiding the nipple. She was having none of that and her hands wound their way into my hair as she directed me where she wanted me. Once I latched onto it she began to mewl softly, her legs wrapped around my torso. I crossed to take the other and offered it just as much attention. Her breathing had gotten rapid and shallow. It was time to move on and I made my way down her chest and nipped my way down her stomach. Her hands were gripping my head, urging me lower, but I wouldn't let her set the pace.

I nuzzled her little strip with my nose inhaling deeply.

"Don't tease." She said.

"But I thought you liked it when I teased."

"There's a point..."

At that moment I ran the tip of my tongue down and circled it before taking it between my lips. She let out a deep moan and laid back opening herself up to me completely.

"You were saying?" I said.

"Shut up, you have more important things to do with that talented tongue of yours." I just grinned and traced my way down her swollen lips cleaning the mess I'd made of her. I opened her up and gently licked gently using just the tip of my tongue. She moaned softly and played with my hair. The play stopped as she moaned again and she began directing. I followed her lead and let her use me to pleasure herself. Her moans turned to pleading, and I moved my lips up taking her clit between them and gently suckled it. I slide two fingers into her and began massaging her gently and she began to buck. She thrashed on the bedspread as her voice climbed. A chorus of encouragements poured out of her. She climaxed again gripping my fingers and soaking them. The spasms slowly subsided as she pushed my head away. Her breath was ragged.

"I thought you were down there to clean up, not make another mess."

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." I licked her clean again.

"I hope it's a quiet flight, I'll need the time to get some sleep."

The reminder that in a few short hours she'd be gone gave me a sinking feeling. The only thing that buoyed me was the fact that I'd be seeing her again in a couple months. I slid up beside her on the bed, her body had a sheen of sweat. I leaned forward and blew a soft puff of air across her nipple and watched it harden again.

"God I love your body. It's so responsive." I said.

"Right now, I don't think it could respond if the building were on fire." She reached down taking hold of my hard cock. "Doesn't it ever give up?"

I shook my head slowly smiling down at her.

"Hon, can you hold off a bit. I honestly think if you fucked me again right now it would kill me."

I leaned over her and kissed her again.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

I stood and pulled the comforter back as far as I could then lifted her onto the cool sheet beneath, sliding her to the center of the bed. I climbed in behind her and settled her gently against me. I kissed my way up her neck and whispered in her ear to get some rest.

"Why am I suddenly very worried that I'm going to wake up in my bed at home and all this has been just a wonderfully erotic dream?"

I reached down and took a small pinch of skin between my fingers.

"Want me to pinch you to prove it's real?"

She slapped my hand away. "No I don't want to wake up if it is." She took my hand and wrapped my arm around her like a security blanket and sighed deeply.

***

The shrill noise startled me for a moment. Realizing it was an alarm clock I looked up and noticed I was alone. I sat up and Stacey came trotting in from the bathroom.




30 Love Ch. 02



"Shit, sorry I forgot to turn it off."

She had her hair pulled up on her head and stood there naked in the warm morning light fiddling with her phone to get it to stop wailing. She looked into my eyes then down my body to my rigid cock.

"Damn if I don't want to miss my flight right now." She looked at me a moment longer then reached for a condom off the nightstand. "I can take care of that in the shower." She winked. "Time is short and I can multi-task." She backed towards the door giving me a come hither look.

I've never jumped out of bed so fast. I caught her in the middle of the floor and picked her up swinging her around. She let out a yelp and began laughing.

"I have to settle for a quickie in the shower?"

"I'm sorry sweety. I really thought we'd be at it like bunnies late into the night but I was completely wiped out. I slept like a rock." She said.

"Don't apologize, I know you were tired that's why I put you to bed when I did."

She just looked at me for a moment with an odd expression, then turned and leaned into the shower to turn it on. 

"What?" I asked, wondering what the look was for.

She turned and looked up at me, her eyes a squinting a little. "I'm just trying to figure out why you are so wonderful to me. I mean... never mind, I should just shut up now and not ruin it."

I turned her to look at me and lifted her chin. "Say it, don't hold back."

"What have I done to deserve you?" She asked.

"See that wasn't so hard now was it?"

"No, but you know the old superstition of looking a gift horse in the mouth." She said, rolling her eyes.

I stomped my foot and whinnied which earned me a deserved poke in the ribs.

When I stopped laughing I said. "Don't over analyze it. Just relax and go with it. What ever it is, it'll find it's own balance, just like water."

She just smirked and unrolled the condom over my shaft.

"C'mon in here and man handle me while I wash off." She stepped back into the warm spray pulling me with her. 

I did just that, pinning her to the wall lifting her onto me. Our lovemaking was frantic knowing it would be the last for a while. We tried to delay but our bodies won over and we both came. As soon as we had our wits about us, we began to wash up. We took our time with that too, neither of us in a hurry to bid the other goodbye. We finally dragged ourselves from the spray and toweled off. I let Stacey take over and get ready for her flight. She began dashing about putting the final items in her case. She'd decided on wearing the blue and white dress again.

"What? It's not like I had it on very long last night." She said, after I gave her a questioning look.

"I'm more worried about the number of guys who'll be hitting on you in the airport, and on the flight."

"Jealous now are we?" She grinned.

"Absolutely." I said giving her belt a little tug pulling her into my arms. I looked into her eyes for a moment then kissed her deeply. I made my way down her neck.

"Easy, it's not comfortable to be in wet panties for hours on end. Trust me, in an airplane somebody is going to notice." She chuckled, and gave me a quick peck. "Let me go so I can finish up."

"No, I don't want you to go."

"I have to, trust me it's not because I want to. Why don't you ditch this place and come with me?" She cocked her head and didn't wait for a reply, but left the idea planted in my head like a seed.

She finished up while I tossed the idea around. She had her rolling case and a small backpack to carry on and her purse in a pile by the door in no time. She looked up at the mess from last night and her shoulders slumped.

I smiled at her crestfallen look. "Don't worry I'll clean up." 

She reached around my neck and hung on for dear life, when she released me there was a tear streaming down her face, another joined it quickly.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked.

She just shook her head and sniffled. "I don't want to go either."

I brushed the tears away with my thumb. "Don't worry, it's only a few weeks, okay maybe a month or so, and I'll be using all the hot water and leaving socks on the floor. Then you'll wish you never met me."

She kissed me. "That's not likely going to happen. I'll beat your ass at the first sign of socks on the floor." She peeked over my shoulder, and a her face turned sad again. "My flight is in about two hours and it's going to take an hour to get to the airport with traffic. I should get going."

I leaned in, lifted her chin and kissed her softly. "Stop worrying." I whispered.

She took a deep breath and sighed. She reached down for her bag and I leaned down and scooped it up before she got it. We walked quietly to the parking lot where her rental had sat unused since she'd arrived. She opened the trunk and then the door to let the heat escape before she got in. She handed me her key to the condo.

"Listen... if anything changes, just drop it in the mail." She said. "Feel free to use it if you need some privacy, you know from your room mate, or anything." She fidgeted, shifting her weight from one foot to another.

I sighed and smiled. "Relax, I'm not going to start chasing bikinis the minute your back is turned."

"Well I just don't want you to feel like I have any..."

I silenced her with another kiss. "It's a good thing I have a sure fire way to keep you from saying stupid shit. You just make sure to fend off all the guys between here and home. I know I couldn't resist you in this dress if we were sitting next to one another on a three hour flight." I reached down and slid the back of her dress up finding the fabric of her thong. I kissed her again as I slid the dress back down.

"Checking up on me already?" She said with a big grin on her face.

I grinned along with her gripping her ass in my hands, not wanting to let go. "You're going to miss your flight."

"I know." She kissed me again and slipped into the car. "Call me, will you? I'm usually home and relaxing by 7 or 8."

I just nodded as I closed the car door, and she put it into gear and drove away. Once the car was out of site I went back inside and cleaned up the condo for a long absence. 

I checked my messages, no work. I admit it was nice being here but summer was the off season, and I could make better use of my time elsewhere. I formulated a plan in my head. I walked back to my bungalow and passed my Jeep and saw the pink panties hanging from the mirror and laughed. I'm sure Rick had seen them, and by now Jules had heard. I was going to get hassled for that story.

I went in and started packing. "Why don't you ditch this place and come with me?" I thought. She was right, this job was more of a vacation than a next step. I should have been jumping all over internships months ago, and now I look at the prospect of not having any jobs in my field when I get back. I was making it harder on myself later. I decided it was time to do something about it.

I called Bob and let him know. He laughed and agreed, and thanked me for the time off that I'd given him. I called the recreation office and let them know that I'd be leaving and Bob would be back. I loaded my gear into the Jeep and wandered off to say goodbye to my friends.

"Ricardo!" I hollered as I saw him sneaking a smoke behind the court side bar.

"What up amigo?" He grinned.

"I just wanted to let you know you've got the run of the place now. I just quit."

He looked wide-eyed at me. "No shit? She was that good?"

I just shook my head. "I just dropped six figures on an engineering degree. Teaching old ladies tennis isn't going to cut it any more. Dad's going to want to see a little return on his investment eventually."

"Good luck man." We shook hands and he grabbed me in slapped me on the back a few times. "You've got my number, keep in touch. You'd better go say goodbye to Jules."

I walked around to the side of the bar and saw Jules wiping down the counter, there was a single customer having a drink at the counter. It was still a bit early yet.

"Hey." I said catching her attention.

She turned and her smile slipped from her face. "What's the matter?"

My eyebrows shot up. "Nothing, why do you ask?"

"You wear your heart on your sleeve Chipper, and you're sending very mixed signals right now."

I smirked. "Well yea, I'm happy, and sad at the same time. I'm leaving. I just called Bob and told him I quit."

She walked around the corner of the shack. "Ricky! Can you keep an eye out for a second?" A puff of smoke preceded him as he walked around stubbing out his butt. Jules walked around back where Rick and I were moments before. She crossed her arms and leaned against the back wall looking down. A few moments went by before she looked up.

"Please tell me you're not chasing her."

I sighed and looked towards the beach through the trees.

"Listen, I need to think about doing something with my life. Everybody else that graduated in my class jumped all over internships, or jobs. What am I doing? I'm hanging out at the beach occasionally teaching some old lady how to hit a fuzzy ball."

"Or letting some old lady play with your fuzzy balls." She tossed back. 

She reached for the front of my shorts and yanked them forward peeking down inside. "Better get some rest while you can boys, he's going back for more!" She looked up blushing and wide eyed.

At first she shocked me, but I think I shocked her more. I'd been commando all morning, and she got more of an eyeful than she'd bargained for.

She took a deep breath. "Be careful, I don't want to find out she spit you out once she was done with you, like old gum."

"I don't think she's like that. You read her wrong. Besides, I need to think about my future, and hanging out at the beach doesn't really qualify as the next step. Maybe in forty years this will be my place to hang out, but not now."

She looked off down the beach. "You know, I was hoping you wouldn't stop hitting on me when you did." 

"Really?" I chuckled.

"Yea, you're not like the other college jocks who blow through here."

"I guess we'll never know what might have been." I said.

She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek.

"Good luck Chip, please watch out for yourself."

"I will." I said as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Keep grinding that thing against me and I may have to take a break and make you show me why she was so fond of you."

I laughed out loud as I pulled back. "You had your chance, but you rebuffed this infatuated college boy. Your loss."

We walked back around to the bar and she reached into the cooler and handed me a couple waters for the road.

I asked if she'd mind if I took her picture with my phone. She took it and added her number to the contact information. "In case you need someone to talk to, you know about stuff." She winked.

I said my goodbyes and headed for the parking lot. I figured I'd make South Carolina by sunset.

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