This Is Our Life

She proceeded with way more energy than the task needed to position their towels and settle in. I noticed her husband watching with bemused humor as she set about her task. They were a very attractive couple. You could find her picture online by searching for Cheer Leader/Blonde/Hot. She was shorter than David by a good bit and had a perfect little body. Well, all of it wasn't little. Her boobs were about the same size as mine, a good c-cup, but on her little body they looked much bigger. She had the tightest little ass on her and no body fat to speak of. I'm sure she never has to wonder whether men find her attractive. She probably has to fight them off with a stick.

Her husband was taller than me and very fit. He had those Ken Doll looks that make the young women sigh. To be honest, I thought he was sigh-worthy as well and was the best looking man I'd ever seen in real life. Definitely hot and those washboard abs were so... Interesting bulge too. Not David sized, but nice. It looks like little miss cheerleader likes a hung hubby.

One thing I quickly learned that she and I did not have in common was our approach to people. I'm happy in my own company. She loves everybody and can't wait to talk to all of them. Something she soon made apparent, "I'm Annabelle, but I go by Anna, and this is my hubby, Chase. We're celebrating our wedding anniversary. Isn't this place amazing? We've never been to a place like this. What's your name?"

I chuckled, "OK Anna, slow down a little. There's no hurry. There are three words, well kind of, one of is a contraction if that matters to you, that you need to remember. Whenever you find yourself getting in a hurry just tell yourself 'I'm On Vacation'. I'm Sara by the way and it's nice to meet you."

Her smile lit up her face. She really was very beautiful. She has these amazing big blue eyes and full lips. Her personality made me want to grab her, tickle her till she giggled, then give her a big hug. I thought to myself, David told me to make some friends and I could do a lot worse.

Of course, she had to go and ruin it, "You're not alone, are you? We can move if your hubby or boyfriend is coming."

Hell, it wasn't her fault, "My husband David was called away for a work emergency right as we were leaving for vacation. He's supposed to be here in a few days. For now, I'm on my own."

She stood up and put her hands on her hips as she attempted a stern look. She was cuter than shit, "No way! Huh uh. You're hanging with us till your hubby shows up. Right Chase?"

Chase smiled tolerantly up at her from where he reclined on the towel. He looked like a Playgirl model waiting for the cue to reveal his turgid manhood. He then looked over at me. The smile he gave me sent a shock through my crotch and I almost jumped up and ran to my room. Damn that man was sexy. I was intrigued by the thought that watching the two of them fuck would be erotic as hell.

I wasn't thrilled about being their third wheel. The idea of watching them parade their hard young bodies around and knowing they were likely having epic sex was hot as hell, and I resisted it. I didn't need them heating up my fossilized libido, "Now you're being silly Anna. You two didn't come here to escort an old lady around. I'll be just fine on my own."

I thought she was going to twist her own head off she shook it so hard, "It's already decided, and besides, you're not an old lady. How old are you anyway?"

Chase piped up, "Anna! You're being rude."

She waved her hand at him, "It's fine. We're both women so it's different." She looked at me expectantly.

What the hell, "I'm forty-two. How old are you? Twenty? Maybe?"

Her laugh was just as infectious as she was, "I'm twenty-seven and Chase is twenty-nine. We've been married for five years."

I was astounded. I only said twenty because it didn't make sense for a teenager to be at the resort, and she certainly looked like a teenager. Damn! Some people get all the good genetic stuff. Her follow up question nearly undid me, "We don't have kids yet. Do you have any kids?"

I struggled, but somehow managed to answer her, "I used to have a daughter."

She looked at me puzzled, "Used to?"

The tears began falling and I couldn't stop them, "She was killed in a car wreck two years ago."

Suddenly I was enveloped in a nest of her limbs. She was on my lap of all things, with her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my head tight against those tits of hers, "I'm so sorry Sara. I didn't mean to make you cry."

She gently pushed my head back and started kissing my forehead and my cheeks, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Each sorry was punctuated by a peck on my cheek. For fuck's sake, this was just too ridiculous to fathom. She was so damn cute, and so obviously upset at upsetting me. I couldn't help it. I started to chuckle. Then I was laughing, and she was still giving me her little kisses. I finally cupped her face with both hands and held her off, "OK, enough already. I get it, you're sorry. You couldn't have known and you're fine. I'm not upset with you. It's just that I miss her so much."

Chase stood while looking a bit uncomfortable, "Anna? I'm going to take a little snooze in our room. You gonna stay here or come with me?"

Anna made no move to get off my lap, so I gave her a shove, "Get off me you little pixie. People are staring at us. Go (I put up finger quotes) NAP with your husband. I'll be fine right where I am."

Anna reluctantly moved off my lap and sat next to me, "Nah, I'm not ready for a nap yet. I'm gonna hang out with Sara. I'll come wake you in a while honey."

Chase just nodded and left. Well shit! I had hoped she would take off with her husband so the questions would stop, but nope. The resort staff was making sure we kept our glasses full and before long the two of us were getting pretty toasted. Her questions continued and the combination of too much alcohol, and too much living in my own head, resulted in a severe case of diarrhea of the mouth on my part.

Two hours later we were both drunk and I'd told her just about every secret I had. She knew way more detail about my sex life than I would normally have ever told anyone. It was a good thing that Chase found us. We were drunk, had spent too long in the sun, and I hadn't eaten since lunch hours ago. He herded the two of us to one of the resort dining facilities and made us eat. I barely remember eating, and I don't remember how I got to my room. I woke up the following morning not nearly as hungover as I thought I would be, but not doing great either. My skin was mildly burned and I was thankful that David insisted we get tans before our vacation.

I wasn't highly motivated to get started. I was on vacation after all and couldn't see any reason to be in a hurry to start the day. It's not my nature to lay around lazily, as much as I first thought I wanted to. I lost my patience quickly with the lack of activity and decided to get cleaned up. Clad in my little vacation bikini and a sheer coverup, I made my way to a late breakfast. Reinvigorated, I ambled my way to the beach. I walked toward the spot I had used the day before and spotted Anna right away. She and Chase had settled on the same spot as yesterday and Anna had saved me a spot with a spare towel.

I settled in next to them and we said our morning hellos. I pulled out the sunblock and got started on my arms. Anna sat up and moved over next to me, "Let me do your back and you can do mine."

She didn't wait for my reply as she took the tube from my hand. She moved around behind me and chattered away as she spread the white lotion on my shoulders. It was a strangely intimate situation for me. I don't remember a woman ever laying her hands on me in that way and I was embarrassed to realize that I found the situation a bit erotic.

She stopped and rested her hand on my shoulder, "Lay down on your stomach. I can't reach your lower back very well."

Uh oh. I wasn't sure that I wanted to do that. I know I was reading more into the situation than was there, but I couldn't help but think we were taking the intimacy level up a notch. I shook off my wayward thoughts and laid down on my belly. Her hands went back to work. Her delicate and soft little hands were in no hurry to spread the lotion. They were in fact moving slowly and languidly down my back. The simple act of spreading sunblock was turning me on something fierce. I decided that I might have to take a short break from the beach while I visited my room. My rabbit vibrator was calling my name.

I was not totally surprised at my disappointment when she finished. She picked up her own bottle of lotion and handed it to me before she settled on her own towel. I moved next to her and began applying lotion to her back. Feeling mischievous, I followed her example in lotion application. I was running my hands down her back when I heard her quietly moan. The effect on me was instantaneous. My nipples got hard as pebbles and the goosebumps rose on my arms. This little petite beauty was turning me on!

At this point in my life, I had never had sex with a woman, and certainly had no plans to change that. The closest I ever got was an almost tryst with a lesbian friend. We were at a party while I was in college, and I got way too drunk. I went looking for a place to lie down and found the only bed not being used for sex. She was already there and when I settled next to her, she rolled over to look at me. We talked drunkenly for a little while, then her lips were on mine. The kiss was nice, and my curiosity got the best of me. I tried to escalate things, but she put a stop to it, "Sara, please stop. I know you're straight and curious, but I have feelings too. I like you a lot and if you and I ever do get together, I want it to be special. I don't do hookups."

She wasn't some life experiment. She was a human being with her own wants and needs and I had ignored that in my quest to satisfy my curiosity. In the moment none of that occurred to me. I was a drunk college student after all. I did give it a lot of thought afterward. As for that night, we snuggled together and fell asleep. She was gone when I woke in the morning. We remained friends, but I was firmly in the heterosexual camp, and she was not.

I hadn't realized that she had a crush on me, or how hard it must have been for her to turn me down. She wanted more from me than a casual fling, and I wasn't close to ready for that. My curiosity was never satisfied, but I did learn a valuable life lesson. People want to be loved and want to give love, no matter what their sexual orientation may be.

I continued to apply the lotion while thoughts of my almost tryst ran through my head. Anna let out another moan. This one just a bit louder and that brought my attention back to reality. I noticed that my hands were not so much spreading the lotion as they were caressing her skin. I pulled my hands back quickly and went back to my towel. Anna's sigh of disappointment brought a flush to my face.

I pretended not to notice and feigned drowsiness to avoid a potentially uncomfortable conversation. We enjoyed the lazy morning until the heat drove us to cool off in the ocean. Chase was his charming hot self, looking like some sort of Adonis. He got playful with Anna when she swam close to him. He swept her up in his arms, planted a quick kiss on her lips, then tossed her in the air. She came up out of the water laughing, "Give Sara a turn honey!"

I was suddenly very aroused, so I tried to swim away. He wasn't having it and soon chased me down. His hands gripped my waist, spun me around, and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. My eyes were wide open in shock as I flew through the air. I couldn't believe he could toss me around like that. I was a lot taller than his wife and outweighed her by a good bit. It's not like I'm fat or anything. I'm just really tall for a woman and naturally weigh more. Of course the kiss shocked me a little too.

My lips tingled from the quick kiss and I was very flustered when my head reappeared above water. Fortunately, his attention returned to his wife, giving me the opportunity to wade to shore. I went to my towel with the goal of drying off, then going to my room. I needed an orgasm in the worst way and my trusty rabbit was calling my name.

I was gathering my stuff when Anna and Chase joined me. Anna dried off next to me and my eyes followed the towel as it caressed her petite body. She caught me looking and gave me a sweet smile, "Let's get some lunch Sara."

I hesitated, "I was kind of wanting to take a nap."

She grinned, "No way! You can sleep at home. We're on vacation."

I could have insisted, but she was so fucking cute that any resistance I had disappeared. I followed her and Chase up the beach while my eyes kept darting from his tight ass to her cute little bubble butt. I'm surprised that I didn't walk into a wall or something. These two were getting to me and I was torn. The last thing I needed was their blatant sexuality reminding me of what I wasn't getting. I had decided long ago that my sex life was on indefinite hold, and I was single mindedly focused on resisting temptation.

Things had been bad for David and I for a long time. There had been so much tragedy and sadness in our lives. He had told me a while back that I could have sex with someone else if I wanted, but I resisted the idea. I love my husband and I wasn't so sure that he really wanted me to sleep with someone else. This vacation was our chance to re-connect and as hard as it was to let go of the baggage that had brought us to this point, it didn't help at all that David was working. I resented it even though I knew that it wasn't his fault. The look of sadness on his face as he left me at my gate left no doubt in my mind that he wanted to be with me. The fact was though that he wasn't with me, and I irrationally blamed him to a degree.

We had a nice lunch and Chase surprised us both, "Sara, would you mind keeping my amazing wife company for a while? I really need a nap."

Well shit! I had planned on spending some quality time with my rabbit. I couldn't very well tell them that, so I gave the only response I could, "Sure, no problem."

Anna's sweet face went through practically every expression in the book. When Chase announced his need for a nap, her disappointment was evident. I think she was hoping for something other than a nap to take place in their room. When he asked me to hang out with her, she perked right up and looked hopeful. When I agreed, she grinned from ear to ear. She gave her husband a kiss and whispered something in his ear. He responded with a lascivious grin before turning and walking away. I was puzzled by their interaction but chalked it up as private stuff married couples do all the time.

Chase wasn't out of sight before she grabbed my hand, "He loves his naps. Come on! Let's go to your room and hang out."

I couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm, "You don't want to go back to the beach?"

"Nah, I've had enough sun for now. I want to hang out with you and do the girl talk thing."

A few minutes later we were in my suite. The room bar was stocked well and we soon had drinks in our hands. We talked and talked about everything under the sun. As the alcohol went down, the inhibitions went away, and the talk turned sexual. On one hand, I felt uncomfortably embarrassed. I was already horny and didn't need the torture of being reminded of what I wasn't getting. On the other hand, listening to her talk was sending a thrill through me that I hadn't felt in years.

During the course of our conversation, she told me how she met her husband, "It was serendipity that brought us together. I was in a relationship that was falling apart. My lover wanted more than I could give her and her jealousy led to a huge argument. She yelled and screamed, then kicked me out. I was at the moving van rental place when he walked in. He had just broken up with his girlfriend and was moving out as well. We ended up sharing the cost of the van and helped each other move. We moved his stuff first and when the last box was placed in the bedroom we attacked each other. The next thing I knew I was moving my stuff into his apartment. We've been together ever since."

I barely caught the last of her explanation. I was stuck on the fact that her lover had been a woman, "You had a relationship with a woman?"

She nodded, "Yeh, she was awesome and I really did care about her, but I wasn't in love with her. I like cock too much to give it up for full time pussy. She wanted exclusivity and I wanted adventure."

My curiosity was definitely stirred up, "So, you swing both ways. Do you miss that side of you now that you're married?"

She gave me a look that I wasn't sure how to take. That look sent shivers through me, "Chase knows all about that side of me and is fine with me having an occasional woman lover. There have been more than a few times that he benefited from my bisexual nature."

My mouth fell open, "You guys do threesomes?"

She grinned, "Yeh, and it's so hot. I love to watch my hubby make my lovers cum. He's really good and watching him lets me see his amazing body in action. He loves to watch me pleasure another woman, and of course, she gets both of us. Our biggest problem has been my lovers wanting things to get serious."

She slid over next to me on the bed, "I don't think that would be a problem with you. You love your husband and I don't think there is any danger of you leaving him for me."

She was inches from my face and looking so damn adorable. I never saw her hand move. I felt her hand on the back of my neck as she applied the slightest of pressure pulling my face toward hers. My mind was moving at a thousand miles an hour in a million directions. Before I could decide how to react to her revelations and her touch, her lips met mine. The kiss was soft and tentative as she gauged my reaction. My eyes were wide open in shock, but I didn't pull back. I did just the opposite and leaned into it, closed my eyes, and kissed her back. The next thing I knew, I was on my back with my arms around her and her tongue was entering my mouth.

We kissed and explored each other's mouths for the longest time. I missed intimacy so much and her kisses were throwing gasoline on my internal fire. I could have laid there all day just kissing her. When we finally came up for air she looked down at me and smiled sweetly, "You're a great kisser Sara. I'm glad we did this. Isn't this better than what you would have been doing by yourself?"

I couldn't help but giggle, "Well, it is very nice, but you don't know what I was planning on doing, do you?"

She looked at me puzzled, "I think I'm a little offended. What would you be doing that's better than kissing me?"

I blushed, but didn't hesitate to answer her, "I was planning on pleasuring myself."

She grinned huge, "Really! Were you going to use your hand, or do you have some toys? I have some toys if you want to borrow one, or two, or three. I have some really good toys. I know! Let's go to my room and get some! Can I watch you?"

Oh my god this little pixie was just full of energy and whatever filter she had must have been removed and tossed away long ago, "Uhm... I don't know about that. I've never done anything like that while someone watched. It would be weird."

She kissed the living shit out of me, then gave me that sexy grin again, "Oh come on. It's vacation and you can do whatever you want. You're not hurting anyone, and I know it will be fun. Come on, let's go. Pretty please."

I was torn. This was way out of my staid comfort zone, and maybe that's why I followed her out of my suite. I was nearly shaking with nerves when we approached her room. She put a finger to her lips before she opened the door to remind me that Chase was sleeping inside. I had been so caught up in our interaction that I hadn't even thought about the fact that her husband was in the room sleeping. We entered the room and she motioned for me to follow her into the bedroom. I wasn't remotely prepared for what I saw.