A Needed Vacation Ch. 01

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As the bass pounded and droned on, I felt the deep throbbing in my chest and the reverberations throughout the chair as the three of us sat there for a moment in the thick, almost silent tension hanging in the space between after I had posed the question. I knew this was one of those moments in an evening which would lead to either an interesting, if not unforgettable experience, or become a source of irritation and possibly deep wedge in our distanced friendship that might eventually end everything. Sitting there, watching the narrowed eyes staring across at me, that radiant face with its slightly furrowed browed and eyebrows that seemed to etch a mixture between playful exuberance and distrust at what I had just asked, led me to recollect the already extraordinary events that had taken place over the past few days, leading my wife and I to be sitting here in the dark, although smoke-free and impeccably decorated club, and giving me this fire, like a bolt of lightning on a thunder filled night, posing a question that clearly hinted at a deeper, visceral, and more primal context.

Three days ago, my wife and I had set out to begin a long overdue vacation. She had just finished up her second year of school which had culminated with a series of very rigorous "entrance" exams into the institution's medical program. Out of the nearly one hundred students in the initial class from two years prior, only twenty had made the final cut, and she had been fortunate enough to be in that select few. Many had been dropped by the end of the first year for a variety of reasons including substandard academic performance, absence from initial clinical familiarization, and several students had been forcedly dropped with legal issues after, what must have been, some truly incredible parties. On my end, I had just finished an eighteen month stint in the highest pressure job I had ever faced, working for a boss, who on the best of days, could be described as an obsessive workaholic. The good days during that time lasted only twelve hours and the vehement disdain, of what my boss had considered subpar performance, was directed at the individuals conducting the work. The bad days had been...long, almost abusively long, stretching eighteen hours or greater and I was frequently set to menial tasks for the duration of the day. The glare in his eyes and the dripping sarcasm did nothing but enforce the perception that I was the sole reason for all the organizational problems, the extended workdays, coupled with undercutting remarks about how if I hadn't left for dinner or to go home to sleep, perhaps the current issues could have been resolved the day prior.

As we sluggishly loaded our SUV and set out from Baltimore early that Sunday morning for Orlando, both of us couldn't help but give a sigh of relief that these obstacles were behind us and we could put fourteen hours and several states between us and these worries. Driving state to state, through the ebb and flow of traffic, we approached and passed cities creating, in a fashion an almost hypnotic rhythm, lulling both of us into a wondrous relaxed composure as we took in the scenery. With each of us taking turns at the wheel, I was able to steal the occasional glance sideways during my allotted times, and watch her small chest rise and fall with each breath. Her almond shaped eyes, with their protruding and curled long lashes, would slightly flutter from time to time as her parted lips took in a staggering breath and she shifted gently in the seat. As she adjusted, her long, raven colored hair caressed the elongated and exposed nape of her neck while a few locks teetered down into deep V-neck of her loosely buttoned shirt. Her hands, with their impeccable finish from a French manicure just a day before we left, rose up over the long, ruffled black skirt she wore, sleepily covering her shifting thighs as whatever dream she was having continued unabated. Soft, almost inaudible, moans occasionally arose, followed by what appeared frustrating repositioning in her seat and a string of unintelligible but husky words.

Watching her, I couldn't help but become entranced with the woman I had fallen in love with several years ago and been fortunate enough to marry, and my mind began to race making up my own version of what she must be dreaming about. I hardly noticed my own breath had become somewhat ragged when I suddenly heard...

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

"OH SHIT!" I yelled, as the semi-truck horn blared furiously at me causing my hands to violently swing the car back into our lane and snapping me back to the present.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" my wife cried, obviously awake now and more than a little annoyed. Her eyes were still sleepy but blazed with irritation at having been so abruptly pulled out of her slumber.

"Oh, sorry Angela," I quickly apologized. "That damn semi tried to cut me off a while back and then tried swerving into our lane just now," I lied acting more annoyed than I really was.

"Well, watch what the hell you're doing then," she retorted as the anger in voice slowly subsided. "I'm really tired for some reason and just want to sleep. Would you mind driving the rest of the way?"

Looking at the GPS and the time on dashboard, I quickly calculated we had just over four hours left so I consented and within minutes she was back asleep. I chose to focus on driving for the rest of the time since I figured getting in a nasty car wreck on the interstate might have more grave repercussions than just an angry wife. And as the scenery and minutes crept by, I fell back into that wonderful lull and peace that comes from putting more and more distance between a distasteful job and me.

The rest of drive and next two days passed without too much excitement. The hotel we were staying at was simply breathtaking. From the gold accented crown molding throughout the spacious room, the velvety carpet that encircled our feet, the enormous washroom with its speckled dark tiles floor to ceiling, glass enclosed shower and separate basin for drawing a hot bath that could easily have fit five people with room to spare, to the large secluded balcony overlooking a well maintained garden and courtyard below, it appeared no detail had been passed over. On our third day, I awoke to the sun rays peeking in through the tiny slit of the heavy drawn curtains that desperately tried to shut out the world beyond. Angela was already up, strutting around the room in just one of her white tissue t-shirts and tiny, black cotton shorts with double white racing stripes up the sides that barely covered her, while making a small pot of coffee that smelled simply divine to my groggy head.

"Well, good morning sleepyhead," she cooed, turning to face me.

"Good morning to you too. What time is it? God, I feel like I've been asleep for years." I asked my mind, eyes, and other senses slowly awakening. Then chiding her in our usual way, I said,

"You going somewhere in that hot little number?"

"It's already ten. You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you," she replied smiling. Turning around, she poured a cup of coffee and brought it over to me as I pushed my feet out of bed and onto the floor. As she leaned in, her hair gently brushed my bare chest and she gave me a very light kiss on the cheek. Then, quite unexpectedly, she delicately bit my earlobe after flicking her tongue across it, before standing back up, and placing her hands on her hips causing her chest to stick out. The fabric of shirt clung to her as though it was wet and I could clearly see her small, dark nipples jutting out. "And yes, I am going somewhere. I'm going to hit the gym real quick this morning and then I have a spa appointment all afternoon and don't forget, we're supposed to go meet Kate for dinner tonight."

Grabbing a hair tie off the nightstand, she put her hair up in a ponytail and began darting around the room as she was getting ready to leave. Taking a nice, long sip of coffee, I sat back and just enjoyed the show. I could feel the warm contents going down my throat, the simplistic aroma and taste assisting me in awakening to the rest of the room. My eyes followed her, as though I were in a trance, still unable to move because I wasn't quite awake. Finding her socks, she stole a sly glance back over her shoulder, and then bent over to put them and her shoes on, as she did, her shorts rose up the backs of her thighs to reveal more than a little bit of each of cheek. She stood up, and in one swift motion, pulled off her thin shirt overheard throwing it to the ground a distance away and turned back to face me, her breasts swaying and bouncing as she moved. Casually, she picked up her grey cotton sports bra that was on the dresser, and put it on before heading for the door while eyeing me the whole time.

"You just going to sit there all day while I run off?" she replied back with more than a twinge of humor in her voice.

"No!" I snapped, but not angrily, rising to see her off at the door. "I think I'll try to take in a round of golf, if I can still get a tee time this late in the day or just lounge by the pool. I'm just so damn tired from all the shit over the past year that I'm feeling a bit more lazy than usual."

"Ok. I just don't want you to get all bored with nothing at all to do today while I'm running around and pampering myself."

"I should be fine." I said walking over towards her. "I can always find various ways to amuse myself when you're not around." Taking her into a deep and strong embrace, I kissed her passionately wrapping one hand around the bare small of her back pulling in and the other hand lightly cupped her chin allowing me to tilt her head back. When we suddenly broke our kiss but not our embrace, she bit her lower lip and said,

"You promise you'll be ok all by yourself?"

"Trust me, I'll be fine," I said in playful annoyance. "I can always be bored lounging by the pool sipping a drink or two."

"Well, I'd hate for you to be bored. Wanna know a secret?"

"Sure," I said, playing along.

"Remember how you always said it got you superhot to think about other guys and girls staring at me and fantasizing about me?" she said softly. I nodded and raised my eyebrows in curiosity waiting for her to continue. Then she added in a very quiet and husky voice that was almost a whisper, "Well, I'm not wearing any panties right now and if there's anyone at that gym today they're going to get quite a show as these shorts ride up and down and cling to every part of me. And when I stretch out, I'm going to make sure they get a great view of my bare ass and naked pussy. Who knows, I might even touch it for them if it's just the two of us in there."

And with that, she broke our embrace and was out the door before I could utter another word.

As the door began to close she turned around, her nipples now clearly straining against the fabric of her sports bra, tucked her thumbs into the untied shorts and pulled them down just enough for me to see the top portion of her trimmed dark triangle of hair proving that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Raising an eyebrow and winking at me, Angela turned on her heels and headed down the hall towards the gym, her bouncing ponytail following diligently behind.

"Fuck..." I muttered silently to myself. My member was now at full attention and my mind racing with the vision and the tantalizing secret Angela had just told me. Unbidden, images of her sitting a bench finishing a workout in those tiny shorts crept into my head.

Smiling and moistening her lips with languid lick from her tongue, she flirted with the stranger's eyes attracting and then holding his attention. The workout was over and she needed to cooldown before all of her body tightened. Rising from the bench, she made her way over to the mats in front of the mirror paneled walls. Slowly bending over, trying to play innocently at stretching her hamstrings, the shorts rode high into the crevice of her backside revealing an ample amount of each taut cheek. Shifting first to one side and then other, Angela allowed the shorts to be pulled nearly halfway up onto her bare ass and deep into her moist entrance in front as she continued playing at loosening her tight muscles. Her hand lightly rode up and down the length of her leg and then back down her inner thigh, dancing the line again between innocence and seduction. As she stood back up, her arms stretched overheard, drawing in her already flat tummy, and arching her modest, firm breasts toward the stranger's reflection. Her nipples, beginning to harden, reached out in front of her, locking the stranger's eyes solidly on them and arousing the attention of his very large member. His gaze not shifting, she lowered her arms down grazing the straining nubs as a small, faint gasp emitted from her parted lips.

As she turned around and unseen by the stranger, she allowed one hand to quickly loosen the knot on the drawstring of her black shorts. Facing him now, she looked him directly in the eyes as a terribly mischievous grin spread across her face. Grabbing one foot behind her, she began stretching her quads but made sure the shoe firmly pressed and gripped on to fabric. Releasing the limb, she let the shoe drag roughly across the material causing the shorts to fall just enough off one hip to expose the tantalizing crease on that side, teasing and pointing to deeper secret below. As she finished with the second limb, she let the shoe drag again, and the shorts slipped down off the other hip dropping enough to reveal the top portion of neatly trimmed triangle of hair. The stranger played along and slipped his oversized basketball shorts down a little too, but halted before they reached the point of falling off altogether. Feigning surprise at her condition and the boldness of the stranger, Angela moved to cover herself back up, but allowed the movement of pushing her thumbs and fingers into her waistband to cause her entire immaculately maintained triangle to be visible for just a moment before pulling them up and tight against her flesh for a brazen display of her cameltoe.

The stranger seemed perplexed for just a moment, but then smiled deeply enjoying the teasing motions and game before him. He watched as Angela dropped back into a bridge yoga pose, with her feet firmly planted, bending backwards to set her hands on the ground. As she relaxed into the stretch, the strain of her cameltoe became even more pronounced. From this position, although she was upside down, she could see the stranger's reflection and watch his eyes focused intently on her in this vulnerable pose, hoping to receive a glimpse of what lay beneath. Enjoying the situation, she folded her arms under the arch of her back, deepening the stretch more, and lifted her hands to pull at the fabric for an ever enticing performance. Slipping the shorts down her torso, she watched the stranger's expression as the entirety of her thin, dark, pubic hair lay exposed, but stopped just before her sex came into view. A sense of euphoria seemed to be growing within her from the tantalizing display and the game; she continued to stare at him as he slipped a hand down inside his own shorts, beginning to slowly play with the length of his member.

Angela was losing control herself, changing from just mildly damp to very wet as she watched him begin his own teasing display. Her own breathing increased as she began imagining what he might look like fully naked, wondering how large his manhood actually was, fantasizing about how bold he might become in this room where another person could walk in at any minute finding the two of them in various stages of undress and passion. But she couldn't resist the urges in her own body and mind right now anymore than if someone were to tell her to stop breathing. Easing the shorts back and low onto her hips, she relaxed out of her yoga pose and rested, leaning back on her hands behind, sitting on the mat with her knees still bent and her feet wide apart. Sitting there, with legs splayed, her eyes remained transfixed on his hand moving in its rhythmic motion just out of sight.

Sensing what he thought she truly wanted, the stranger took a long look around the empty room and spent an extra moment fixing his gaze on the glass door leading to the hallway. When he returned his eyes to the beautiful creature in front of him, it was mixture of the caution, lust, and excitement. He began to take a step forward, but she became tense and held up her left hand, pointing to a shiny ring on her finger while letting a wicked smile cross her face. Understanding the game now fully, he smiled a bemused expression and took another survey of the room debating whether or not to continue, whether or not to fully commit to this indiscretion. His demeanor, the slight tension suddenly in his shoulders, the wary expression crossing his eyes, revealed his concern about the suddenly changed game. But when he returned, his look was now full of its own mischievous mirth, he let his own shorts drop to floor and it was his turn to watch her caught in amazement as she saw his full length. As if to drive home just what an incredible opportunity had been passed up a moment ago, he began slowly playing with his massive member, wrapping both of his large hands around its length with the tip still visible, watching her open mouthed, near panting expression.

Angela's eyes showed she was lost in the lust of the moment, the caution and excitement that anyone could walk in right now and find her here with this man masturbating for her. He was huge, much bigger than her husband, and her mouth hung open. The needy expression in her eyes said it all, her body wanted to suck on it, to feel it deep inside her mouth, to swallow as much of it as she possibly could. The soft moan and shifting expressed just how badly she wanted to recklessly fuck that massive cock and feel every inch of it inside her, but something wouldn't let her take that final bold move. It was dirty, and even the stranger could tell from her ragged panting that she felt slutty for all the things happening...and more than that, she loved it. She was pulling her own shorts to one side completely exposing herself and her smoothly shaved sex almost catching herself off-guard by her brazen display. She was wet, very wet. The stranger's eyes were staring at her slick, moist slit as she slowly slid a long finger up and down her entrance and ran it through the thin triangle of hair just above. The gasping sound in the room was her own breath as she felt the first shudder run through her whole body as she delicately touched herself. Her eyes locked with the stranger's as she bit her lower lip, tugging on her hardening nipples through the bra with one hand, rolling her nipple between her fingers. She pulled hard again and slipped a hand underneath the fabric to get an even better grip. With her other hand she roughly plunged one finger, then a second into herself over and over again as she watched him stroking his massive cock for her. She sped up to match his pace never letting her eyes break contact with his.

Unconsciously, I took myself in hand and joined in the scene playing out in my head.

Angela's eyes glazed over with unbridled lust at the effect she was having on this individual and she grew ever bolder. Slipping the shorts down around her knees, and then off altogether, she crawled over onto all fours arching her taut ass into the air towards the stranger as she placed two fingers back inside herself. The sound and smell of her arousal began to fill the room and she could hear the wetness of herself with each assault of her fingers. Now watching the stranger behind her in the mirror, she caught a glimpse of her own wanton expression. Over and over she slammed her fingers inside herself, while the sounds and smell of her increasing arousal continued filling the quiet room. Still, she needed more. Not relenting the pace of her fingers buried inside her pussy, she began first with light flicks of her thumb on her clit. Her legs shook as another soft, almost guttural moan escaped from her parted lips, but the speed of her thumb only increased, causing the shaking in her stomach and thighs to turn into a tumultuous tremble. The desperation, the fire inside building, and the look on her face showed she wouldn't be able to last much longer and she began easing her furious pace drawing out the stranger's and her pleasure a little longer.