“Who is it?”
“I don’t know you ever met her. Does the name Guinevere Appleton ring a bell?”
“No.”
“She goes by Gwen also.”
“Nope, still no bell.”
“She’s a real firecracker, tiny little thing and I remember her as being fun and enthusiastic. If she says ‘yes,’ I think you two would get along great.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll let me know,” he chuckled, “But I’m not promising anything.”
Two nights later she handed Ted a glass of wine with a smile on her face. “Honey, she’s in. I’ve made some preliminary reservations and I really want you to do this again.”
“I’m still not sure, Abs…”
“Here, let me show you her picture. Here it is when she was in Cancun two years ago. Isn’t she cute?”
Tom saw an attractive petite woman with fairly dark skin and loose, curly black hair. “Yeah, she’s OK…”
“OK? You crazy? Guys were chasing her all the time.”
“Why is she still single?”
“Same as Suzanne. Recently divorced. Back on the market. Thought it would be nice to get back into the swing of things with a nice guy. That’s you, by the way.”
“I’m not too sure…”
“Look. Let’s have you two talk. You can get to know each other a bit over the phone and if there is any doubt after that, we can cancel.”
“You’re sure about this?”
“Yes, Honey, I’m sure. Come on, just talk to her.”
Two nights later Tom and Gwen zoomed privately for nearly twenty minutes. Their conversation was easy, comfortable and friendly. And Tom was impressed at how warm she seemed to be. Near the end of their conversation Gwen assumed a more serious attitude and told Tom she would be glad to spend some time with him but she wanted him to know she’d never do anything to come between him and Abby. As far as she was concerned, they’d spend some time together and, in her words, “that would be that.”
After the call he went back and sat down with Abby. “So, what do you have in mind for us? She’s back in fly-over country while we’re out here.”
“I want you two to spend some time together on the coast at Turtle Beach. I’ve put a hold on a condo there for a long weekend, you know, three nights, and you two can have a minivacation together.”
“Three nights? Are you crazy?”
“No, I’m not. You need a break from your job anyway and she has lots of vacation time available.”
“But three nights?”
“Look. I had a fling in Hawaii and this will be kind of like that: more than a one-nighter.”
“And you’re OK with this?”
“Absolutely. You’ll have some fun, enjoy the beach and come home to me.”
“Let me sleep on it and I’ll let you know.”
Of course, in the end, Tom caved. Gwen was amazingly attractive, his girlfriend wanted him to do this and she was right: He needed a vacation. Once he agreed, Abby was a fireball of energy confirming everything while telling him she’d spend the time visiting her sister in Arizona.
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He drove up to the tiny airport in Turtle Beach right before as the puddle hopper landed. He was able to park and get to the terminal before Gwen walked in from the plane. She was absolutely stunning. The video stream didn’t do her justice. She was tiny, no more than five foot two, but she was a fireball of energy. Once she saw him, she ran up and gave him a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips.
“Oh, Tom, nice to finally meet you in person.”
“Yeah, you too. Luggage?”
“Nope. I’ve packed everything I need here in my carry-on. I figured we’d spend a lot of time at the beach or not wearing much, so I didn’t need a big ol’ suitcase,” she laughed.
Gwen was amazingly attractive. Her dark skin was smooth and the color of caramel. The black hair was a loose, casual ‘mop’ of fairly loose curls framing her face beautifully. She sported fairly small breasts and her ass was full and tempting. They went to his car and drove to the condo right on the beach. As it was off-season, they were the only ones staying in the building for the weekend.
“Wow, we can be as loud as we want, huh?” Gwen giggled. Tom realized she was a real firecracker and the weekend would probably be one to remember.
After dumping her bag, they went into town and had a quick meal at a local shrimp shack. On the way back to the condo Gwen turned to him and cleared her throat. “Uh, so, we’re gonna do this, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“And this is for fun. A getaway. Nothing more, right?”
“Yeah, definitely. I do love Abby and I’m doing this at her request, so, we can’t develop any, uh, any feelings, if you get my drift.”
“Right. This will be a quick sexcation and then we’re done.”
“Agreed.”
“Good. Is there any booze there? I need to loosen up some. You?”
Back at the condo they each had a drink before they wandered out onto the deck. There was a beautiful view of the ocean but Gwen was distracted by the hot tub. “Come on, Tom, help me with the lid. Let’s go for a soak. Once the lid was removed she stood up and peeled of her top and shorts before turning to him.
“You gonna join me?”
He nodded yes and watched in amazement as she turned away slightly and undid her bra and shucked her panties to the deck. Once she was in the water she called out for him to join her. In the water they relaxed, finished their drinks and talked more about themselves. She stroked his legs with her feet before coming over to his side and reaching down to grab his semihard cock.
“Mmm, nice,” she whispered in his ear. “Mind if I crawl on top?” There she reached around him while leaning in for a kiss. They swapped spit, as she called it, for a while until she slid close to him and held his cock again, rubbing it up and down. Once he was hard, she raised up and aimed him right into her core and slid down on him.
Tom had never been a fan of sex in the water. Water was never as lubricating as normal pussy juice, but on this occasion it didn’t seem to be an issue. She rose up and down on him, hugging him tightly with her head down at his shoulder level. She increased her tempo and the depth of her plunges until she dug her fingernails into his flanks as she climaxed, moaning in his ear.
“Was nice, Tom,” she paused before going on, “And you’ve got some staying power.”
“Yeah,” he snickered, “I was having the best time watching you that I forgot about myself.”
“Can’t have that, now, can we? Let me take care of you.” Grinning, she grabbed his hands, brought them to her modest boobs and plunged up and down again. “Oooh, I like how you fill me,” she moaned. “Go ahead, let go. I want to feel your cum in me.” With her sexy words and deeds, he released, climaxing deep within her warm, tight tunnel.
After a few minutes they both recovered, stepped out of the hot tub and went into the condo. There was no embarrassment as they stood nude grabbing a quick snack and a final drink before going upstairs to the bedroom. In the king sized-bed they relaxed next to each other, chatting about themselves and getting to know each other a bit more. He mentioned his background while she told him of being the only girl of mixed race in her private school in New England. Her father had been a white feature writer who met her African model mother while they were working on a photoshoot for a popular woman’s magazine. Apparently there was some pushback from both families but the two were in love and married years ago. Their marriage was still strong even into their retirement. Gwen, in spite of being an only child, was not spoiled and had to prove herself in school and now in her job working for an up-and-coming senator from her state.