Vicki finished her bath uninterrupted. As she sat in front of mirror Earl came in , goosed her a bit. and stepped into the shower. The little tweaking at her ribs gave her goose bumps. She wouldn’t try to interpret their meaning. She finished with her nightly primping, got up and left the room. Not bothering to put anything on, she climbed into bed naked and rolled over on her side facing the edge of the bed. “I’ve survived two nights, she thought to herself, how many more, four ? She tried not to ponder what might be next in the ordeal. Soon, she felt Earl climb in beside her, moving up close, spooning her. She felt his cock slip between her butt cheeks and rest there, his hand reaching around under her arm and cupping her breast. Of course he was naked also. “Did he even bother to bring clothes?” she wondered. She felt herself drifting off to sleep. She didn’t try to fight it.
The next morning they both awoke early. It seemed Earl was an early riser, as was she. He walked into the room, handing her a cup of steaming hot tea, having discovered she wasn’t a coffee drinker. She had no idea how he knew. In his own hand was an equally steaming cup of java. Sitting up in bed, she accepted the cup as Earl sat on the opposite bed. She was glad they had two beds, one for fucking, and one for sleeping. Maybe someone would change the sheets on both today. ” So, what would you like to do today”?, he asked jovially, much as a man might question his wife, or willing significant other. There’s a golf course, which I don’t play, but if you wanted to try they wouldn’t hold our inexperience against us. There’s also horseback riding, some fun beautiful, trails to ride on around the property, and there’s sailing. She brightened at the thought of horseback riding. She loved to ride, but her husband, bless him, was terrified of horses. “They have brains, and sometimes they’ll do what they want, like break away and run like hell, or buck you off” he’d told her.Consequently, she hadn’t ridden in years. But she wasn’t sure if her bottom was ready to bounced up and down a horse saddle. Earl’s 8″ plus cock had been giving her a working over. “Maybe another time with the horse’s” she said, “but how about sailing ?” It sounded safe enough. Surely he wouldn’t try to fuck her on a catamaran, although, it just might be…no she wouldn’t go there. Of course they’d be naked, she’d be sure and take the sunscreen.
They ate breakfast at a small outdoor cafe right off the lobby. Everyone was naked, so was she. At least it was an outdoor, casual venue. Afterwards they went back to the room to get ready for sailing. Earl brought out the sunscreen and motioned for her to move closer. He sat in a chair as she turned before him. He, once again making sure he didn’t miss an inch of her body, then double checking. Oiled up herself she then stood before him, rubbing it into his back, down to his buttocks, then the back of his legs. He then turned around and watched her as she applied the greasy liquid to his chest, arms, and stomach. Then kneeling before him, she started to go lower. With his partially limp cock right before her, she suddenly leaned forward and gave it a little kiss, right on the head. Startled that she had done that, she leaned back, and glanced up at him. Earl was startled himself, his cock didn’t even have time to react. It had been a totally spontaneous action, her body betraying her again, she told herself. Earl smiled down at her and said”you better finish up with that lotion. She poured a pool in her palm. rubbed it onto his cock and balls, then started working on his thighs and calves, cursing her “bodily” reactions as she worked.
Vicki had also spent a lot of time sailing during her years at camp. At the marina, Earl picked out a simple catamaran, and they boarded with nothing but a few bottles of water in a bag, and the sunscreen. The wind was enough to make it interesting, but no so much that they were having to fight to gain speed or stay upright. Earl turned out to be somewhat a sailor himself, handling the ropes and turning the sails into the wind as if he really knew what he was doing. For the most part Vicki just enjoyed the ride, acting as ballast as Earl kept the boat cutting through the light waves. They rode the wind for a couple of hours, Earl giving her some tips, and allowing her to control the sails herself. For awhile she almost forgot how or why she was there. For his part, Earl enjoyed the view of her mature body. His wife had long ago quit having sex with him. He had given up trying to interest her, and seeing how in her old age she had let herself go, he didn’t mind. There were fairer fish in the ocean, or something like that, and she didn’t mind giving him time to himself. He noticed that in spite of the sunscreen, Vicki’s skin was beginning to darken after a couple of days in the sun. He wondered to himself, “now what is her husband going to think of her all over tan”. Smiling to himself, he remembered how she had to explain her bald cunt the first time they’d spent time together. At any rate, he didn’t want her to burn, that was a miserable feeling and would ruin the rest of the week. And he had more playing to do.
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