Travel Companions Wanted

"So, 20 years eh, that sounds like a lifetime to me," I started the friendly conversation.

"Yeah, sometimes it feels like that," Peter acknowledged. I thought he would continue with the standard, "It's really been great" or "I love her more every day," but he said no more.

He held my hand, even when we got to the pier. Occasionally his other arm would slip around my waist, but only when he switched from my right side to my left, or back.

"There isn't any action here. How about a walk on the beach to work off some of those onion rings," he suggested.

Peter was getting a little bit too clingy for me, maybe bordering on creepy.

"No, I think I'd rather go back for a drink, or maybe a swim in the pool," I responded.

I stopped, as he tried to lead me to the stairway to the beach.

"It's been a lovely walk Peter, but I'd feel more comfortable back at the Resort."

It was like I had woken him up, his attitude changed right away.

"Oh, right, Yeah it is pretty dark and creepy down there," he hastily agreed with me, and set our course back to the hotel.

"I'm just going to change into my swimsuit, now Peter," I explained in the lobby. He stood there smiling and nodding.

"My hand, Peter?"

He released my hand, like he didn't know he had it.

"Oh, sorry dear," he mumbled. "I'll see you in the hot tub."

He headed for his room. I headed for mine.

I only had two bikinis with me, and one was so skimpy that I shook my head looking at it. What was I thinking? Peter would be holding more than my hand if I showed up wearing this!

I wore the top of the less revealing one, and a pair of shorts over my skimpy thong.

Peter was already there, and he had two tall Pena Coladas at a table next to the hot tub.

I had my beach towel wrapped around my waist, but I pulled it off as I got to the table. Peter actually looked disappointed when he saw the baggy shorts that I was wearing.

"Hot tub or pool?" Peter offered.

"Drink first, I need more booze." I didn't think that Peter was a problem yet, but he was on a short leash, and I wasn't going to let him get more comfortable with touching me.

I asked a waitress to turn the music up a notch, and I started to feel the stress of my first day on the job, draining from me.

Okay, it wasn't like I was laying bricks, but it was still something that I took very seriously.

"So tell me about yourself, Seine," Peter finally found something to say.

"I grew up in Houston, went to the U of T, in Houston, and now I do software consultancy, in Houston."

"Well, it is a big city," Peter offered.

"True, but I love to travel," I responded. "I guess I have always wanted to see the world."

"Simone and I have seen quite a bit of it," Peter warmed to the subject. "We honeymooned in Paris, and we have gone to a different big city for every five year anniversary. London, Munich, Copenhagen, and Rome for the 20th, but we had to put it off till next year."

"That would be a hefty price tag," I offered. "This is my first time outside of Texas," I conceded.

I had to see the pictures of their kids. Their daughter was in College in New York, and their son was in his senior year of high school. Both had romantic friends and they felt that there would be a wedding in the next year or two.

Finally Ryan and Simone showed up, and we made excuses, and headed back to our room.

"How did your walk go?" Ryan asked me as soon as the door was closed.

I thought I heard a catch in his voice.

"He wanted to hold my hand the whole time!" I whined. "Then he wanted to go for a walk on the beach, and it just felt too creepy, so I insisted that we come back to the pool."

"Hmm, not as creepy as I got," Ryan went on to explain that Simone was hoping that we could have a swinging party tonight, and when he politely declined, she suggested that she could give him a quickie in the men's room if that was okay!

"I admire your self constraint sweetheart," I complimented him, then stepped in close. "Have you rested enough yet?" I pushed my hand down his Hawaiian shorts, while he smiled and gave me his answer with a pulse of his rising cock!

His kiss took my breath away, and his hands on my breasts made my heart race. He picked me up and took me to the bed. Where we stayed for the rest of the evening, falling asleep in each other's arms.

We woke to the pounding on the door.

"Hey sleepy heads! Ryan is late for our meeting! Hello! Wakey Wakey!"

"Guess who," Ryan whispered and kissed me gently.

"Let me get it," I offered.

I walked to the door naked and swung it open. Peter was standing there, right next to his loving wife.

"We are busy, but thanks for the wake-up," then I closed the door.

"Nice!" Ryan laughed and jumped out of the bed to chase me into the shower.

"Your ass looks so good in the morning," he insisted as he lathered it up with his strong hands.

"Yours is fine too," I insisted as I raked his chest with my hard nipples.

He lifted me onto our fuck ledge, and pushed into my pussy with his rock hard cock.

"Mr. EverReady should be your name," I whispered as he picked up the pace and I lost myself in the mysteries of a deep orgasm.

Our fingers were wrinkled from being in water for so long. We used a lot of hot water, but it seemed endless.

Ryan missed his first meeting, but he said it was not his area of expertise, so he would not be missed by anyone. I thought he might be missed by the lovely Simone, but I didn't say it.

I headed for their breakfast bar, where there was just me and three ladies cleaning up after the morning rush. I was still able to get a plate of fruit and a hot coffee, which I took out to the pool.

Of course Peter was in the hot tub with another lady that I did not know. I tried to lose myself in a book, but they were all over each other. There is no way that I was getting into that cesspool on this trip. I pulled out my bottle of sunscreen and plopped a hefty amount on my belly, then moved some to my legs and arms, giving myself a thorough cover.

I got back into the book, just as Ryan appeared at my side, breathless.

"Hi Seine," he huffed out. "We are just up there." He pointed to a glassed room on the second floor. "My boss insisted that I help you with the lotion." He was now smiling, and an older man was waving down at me.

"Is that him?" I asked, but didn't need to point.

"Yeah, he's known as a bit of a perv, but he's quite harmless I think," Ryan explained as he picked up the cream.

"Can I give him a peek?" I asked.

Ryan knew exactly what I meant.

"Sure, he's cool," he claimed.

I pulled the strings on the top and set it down on the table.

"Get to work soldier," I commanded.

Ryan put an ounce in his big palm and set to working it into my jugs. The two in the hot tub stopped playing around and just stared. I could see the boss staring down too.

"I missed a spot on my legs too," I explained while parting them for easier access.

Ryan got down and rubbed even more into my thighs, bringing his fingers into my crotch with every rub.

He took his time, but eventually he gave me a kiss and headed back up.

His boss was still standing at the glass wall, with a half dozen others.

I sipped on my drink and thought about his cock and what he would do with me when the stupid seminar was finished.

We had to have a late dinner again, as our afternoon love making went long and hard. This time we went into town for a meal at a local pub. It was our last night, but Ryan still had another meeting, and everyone was invited, since there would be drinks and a fancy dessert was planned.

There would be no onion rings today. I ordered the blackened swordfish with a ginger sauce, and Ryan finally ordered something different, picking the steak with mushrooms and a baked potato that looked a little orange for my taste. Ryan explained that it was not the same as our potatoes, but it tasted similar.

"Well, you managed to get a little bit of sun," he opened the conversation.

"My titties got more sun than they do in Houston," I offered.

"Well, you should let them out more often," he replied with a sweep of his tongue around his lips.

"Why don't you have a girlfriend, Ryan," I finally bit it out. He was so damn perfect that it did not make any sense.

"I am actually engaged to be married," he conceded. "I hope that is not too much of a shock to you, after the wonderful time that we have had."

I was disappointed, but who was I kidding? I had to be a whore to get a guy like this. I couldn't help but look at my ring, then I felt awful about feeling bad!

"Hey. It has been a wonderful time," I exclaimed with confidence.

"Damn right it has been, and I'm sure we can do the same, maybe next year?" he added.

We didn't have time to go to our room, so we headed straight up to the party room. There were about 30 people mingling and listening to music. They had a small band with guitars, a sax, and a keyboard, and a portable bar, with the same older gentleman making drinks.

"Greetings my young friends. Would you like my specialty, or something different tonight?" His smile helped me to rebound from my brush with reality.

"I would love another Penis Colada," I said without realizing my error.

Ryan's boss was standing behind me and he broke out in laughter over my silly slip.

I took the penis shaped popsicle and ran my tongue around it, right in front of him.

"Oh, I get it now," he said. He was smiling with genuine good cheer.

"Ah, you found my fiance," Ryan uttered as he turned to his boss.

"Who would ignore a beauty like this," Bob warmly wondered, but he did not undress me with his eyes, at least, not then.

I got to dance with many of Ryan's co-workers, wondering how he was going to explain the different fiance or wife when he saw these people next year.

The party broke up after midnight, and I saw Simone and Peter slinking off with yet another couple.

We went to our own room for more sex. I couldn't help but wonder if I could handle this job with an old fat guy like Bob, but I guess that he wouldn't be nearly as demanding as Ryan.

As we lay in each other's arms, he explained how he was changing jobs in a few months, moving to manufacturing from finance. He didn't expect to see these people again, but if they did meet in the distant future, his woman looked quite a lot like me. He just wished that she liked sex as much as I did. I didn't suggest that he offer her money, but I did think it.

We had different Flight Attendants for our return, but I played the fiance card, and they helped us to join the mile high club. I had to press my face into the mirror, with my chest dangling above the sink, while Ryan did all the work, grinding into me from behind. Of course we made more noise than we should have, and an older couple gave us a sneer when we came out, but it's an exclusive club, and they would never be invited.

Ryan lived in Dallas, but it was easier to take the shuttle bus. We returned the ring to the Jewelers, explaining that we were just not compatible. It still cost Ryan over a thousand in what they called 'restocking fees', but he didn't seem fazed by the cost.

He hired a Towncar to take me home and he was gallant right to the kiss goodbye.

"I wish you the best Seine," he whispered in my ear as we hugged.

"You have my number Ryan. If you need a weekend away?" I gave him a last kiss and jumped into my ride home.

When I got to my apartment I found an envelope that he had pushed into my travel bag. No love note, but the 5 C notes spoke for themselves.

I checked my emails first, and confirmed that I had a successful trip with my contact at Travel Companions. They had my next job. A trip to Los Angeles!

I always wanted to go there!