We were going to be flying down to an all-inclusive, adult only Caribbean resort for a week where we could enjoy each other to our hearts content. We had a beachfront cottage with a spectacular view and I had booked us for a couples spa treatment, with the works. We also had para-sailing, snorkling, sight-seeing and other activities planned. When the week was over, we would board a small cruise ship and travel around the islands for the next two weeks visiting different ports until we got to Puerto Rico where we would spend another week there exploring and relaxing before flying back to Miami then flying back home to LA. I had been saving for this anniversary present for her for nearly 3 years, not to mention not taking my vacation hours so I could have the time off.
Rose makes more money than I do and I’m OK with that. I’m Michael Hunter, by the way and my lovely wife is Rose Kelly Hunter, and I could hardly wait until the big anniversary party next weekend. I work for Tri-State Construction and am in charge of setting up and manning our big jobs and over-seeing construction on a lot of them. We build big office buildings, schools and industrial complexes all up and down the West Coast. Bill Rielly, the owner/CEO has tried several times to get me to take a management position but I’ve always told him I’m not a pencil pusher. Let me be with the men and I’ll make him money. I’ve proved myself to him and he’s treated me right with some nice bonuses, even to the point that he started putting them in an offshore account that set up for me as a little tax shelter to surprise Rose one day when we retired. I ‘technically’ didn’t know about it though I had the bank account number and password for it.
Rose was a school teacher but when they mandated that she had to learn Spanish, she gave them the finger and got her realtor’s license and got started. I think her figure is what made her the bucks, it’s also what attracted me to her when I first met her. Rose had worked her way up to the second highest paid agent in her firm, only topped by her boss, Rex. Although in the last year she seemed to be working harder and later hours to make her self imposed sales quotas.
As I sat at my desk, I thought back to the day I returned from active duty to my parents’ house. As the taxi let me off, I grabbed my duffle bag and headed up the walk and heard the yells and screams of people having fun and lots of splashing going on. What my parents hadn’t told me was that they had put a pool in, plus they had new neighbors move in next door and I walked in like normal, right in the middle of a pool party with the neighbors. When my mother saw me, she screamed my name and nearly knocked me over trying to hug and kiss me.
She pulled me out to the back yard where my father, Buck was grilling hamburgers and hot dogs. Then I saw her. Standing on the diving board was this strawberry-blond beauty. Her long hair, hanging partially down over her breasts, looking so sexy, especially in that little bikini, that my mouth went dryer than the desert than I had just come from. She took a step then bounce and made a double flip in the air and a perfect entrance into the water and my father and mother clapped, me too. Then another cute but younger version of her came up to me and said, “I can do it just as good as she can.” I watched at this mini-me ran to the diving board, nearly falling as she made the corner on the wet concrete and when she got to the board, she took a deep breath, stepped off, then bounced, did her flip, and did a perfect belly-flop. Ker-Splat. Mom, dad and I let out a big simultaneous moan.
The beauty had climbed out of the water and hadn’t noticed the mini-me lying face down and motionless for about 30 seconds, so without thinking I dove in and grabbed her. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed my lips and said, “I knew you’d save me. You’re my hero.” My father knew I’d been played and he and the beauty laughed. When I got out, my mother handed me a towel and introduced us. The beauty was Rosalyn Kelly Baker, Rose, from next door and the other was her little sister, Evelyn, and her parents would be over in a few minutes.
Mom said, “Michael, why didn’t you tell me you were coming in early?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.” I said. Evelyn was still hanging on to my arm.
Mom said, “Michael, go get out of those wet clothes and put on some shorts. Ralph and Linda will be here any minute.” I kept looking at Rosalyn and she was sure smiling at me. I went into my old room and it hadn’t changed a bit in the 4 years I’d been gone. That was the summer before my junior year at college and I was in the ROTC when I was called up. I had done my duty and was glad that part of my life was over and I was home. I was going to get my degree in Business Management finished up and then find me a job. I rummaged through my old clothes and found that most of my things didn’t really fit as I was a lot slimmer than when I left so I rummaged through my ditty bag and found some shorts then threw on an old college tee shirt, tennis shoes and walked out.
Dad and Ralph had set up a couple of folding picnic tables and mom and Linda had set places and my father said, “Don’t just stand there, sit down and eat boy, you’re skin and bones. Didn’t they feed you over there?” I grabbed a hamburger bun, fixings, two burger patties, some potato salad and sat down. As soon as I did, Evelyn slid in next to me, all goo-goo eyed. Rose was sitting across from me and was trying to ask questions as I ate. It’s hard to answer with your mouth full of food. I hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before and this was really good, especially the potato salad and I asked who made it. As I looked around, Rose had her hand slightly raised up.
I looked at her and said, “You made this?” She nodded. Being a smart ass, I said, “Well then, I guess I’m just going to have to marry you so I’ll have a steady supply of it, won’t I?”
She turned bright red but both tables broke into laughter and Linda stood up and brought over a bowel and said, “You haven’t tried my cucumber salad yet. You may want to marry me,” she giggled as she plopped a spoonful of her salad onto my plate. Damn, it was good too.
Evelyn tugged my shirt and said, “I helped mom slice the cucumbers. Want to marry me?” As Linda walked back to her seat in her tight swimming suit, I thought that if that’s what Rose would look like when she got older, I would make out like a bandit. She was a doll, a definite MILF.