Beach Pt 01

Life has a funny way of changing when you least expect it. We were a happy family, just the three of us. Married for 18 years, great sex life, loved to travel together and watch our son grow up. We had our troubles like every other couple, but we had been able to work through them and found that we were stronger for it in the end.

That all came to a crashing halt the day I got a call from my son early while I was work.

"Dad! Mom's bleeding a lot and I can't wake up her! I've already called 911 and they are on the way," he yelled into the phone.

"What happened?" I asked. Visions of her lying there in a pool of blood made me nauseous. I couldn't bear to think of her hurt.

"I don't know! I came in to tell her good morning before I left for school and she didn't wake up. The sheets are soaked."

He went on to tell me that she was breathing, but she was unresponsive. I kept him on the phone while I ran out the door and got in the car. Soon after he called, the ambulance arrived, and they loaded her and my son up. I was two hours away, but it didn't matter how fast I drove. When I got the hospital, she had already died. Massive blood loss from a ruptured ulcer. It didn't matter how many units they gave her, she was bleeding out too fast. She had had abdominal pains before, but it had never been diagnosed as an ulcer of the stomach.

Our son was a mess of course and so was I. He had to watch the person he loved the most die and didn't even get to say goodbye. I blamed myself for not having her checked more and finding out what was going on. Ulcer? Who the hell dies from an ulcer?

He blamed me too of course. Our relationship had always had my wife as a buffer between us. We were too alike in many ways. Over the next few years while he finished high school our relationship first deteriorated. But then we started going to the beach. A place we had always gone as a family. The first trip was hard without her. We had a few fights about how I sucked as a husband and didn't do enough for her. In the end it was a good trip though because we worked out some issues in those fights. He did know that I had loved his mother. We started running on the beach every morning and finishing with a swim in the surf. Exercising helped us both be too exhausted to fight or to cry. And it was always beautiful on the beach. Even in a storm.

Instead of fighting with each other, we started reminding each other of the fun times we had enjoyed at the beach with her. Instead of getting hammered drinking and being sad, I started to look forward to us talking about her. He did as well. He always had a memory of her doing something that made us laugh. The beach became a new kind of special for just the two of us.

At the end of two years, he was heading off to college. Full ride, but it was on the west coast. He had finished up high school early and had enrolled in the summer session to go ahead and get a few courses in before full time that fall. I was glad that we had weathered the storm of her passing and come out with a better relationship, but I still missed her daily. Slowly fading, but I still reached out to her side of the bed at night.

Suddenly I was faced with an empty house. The house that we had planned to retire in. Still decorated in the way she had done it of course. We had talked about how we were going to have sex in every room of the house in broad daylight when he went to college. Now I wandered around it, feeling like I was just bouncing off the walls. A stranger in a strange land that I thought I knew. Because of my job, we had moved multiple times throughout the years. Finally settling here because the job told me I was done moving. Even though this was the "final" move, we still hadn't made a lot of friends, because "final" isn't always "final" when you're in my position.

As a result, we had never made a lot of close friends. The friends we did have drifted away after her death as she had been the primary person setting up dinner parties and get togethers. The first six months we had people stopping by to bring a casserole or two. But we were both such a wreck that we rarely went out with anybody. The few times that I accepted invitations to go out with the people we had known, it was painfully obvious that to me how uncomfortable I was being a third wheel. Even worse at a dinner party where no one wanted to talk about her. Like they didn't want to bring her up because they didn't want to remind me of her, but not speaking about her besides the "we're so sorry for your loss" was even worse.

After our first beach trip together, my son and I liked spending our time together better anyway. So I had work, my son, our house and that was enough. But that one and half years passed so fast. Now he was gone, off to explore college and his future life, and I had nothing. Just our dog for company and he was getting on in years.

I was well off financially. Her life insurance had paid off the house and left plenty for a college fund that we hadn't tapped. So my son had a large nest egg for when he finished school. I still had a very well paid job and secure investments meant I didn't need to worry about the future. In my early 40's, I thought I should sit down and think about a plan for myself.

Always before, my plans had been about what was best for our family. What was best for the two of us once we were empty-nesters. Now I was hit with the fact that I could do just about anything I wanted and go anywhere I want. I had taken a few days off work to get my son to college so I called my boss and told him I was taking a few more. Maybe ten. We had a good working relationship and I didn't have anything pressing, so he was cool with that.

I realized I wanted to go the beach. But not one that I had been to before. Somewhere with no memories except what the waves would bring me. A few years before I had worked with a guy who raved about the Outer Banks in NC. So I fired up google and got to looking for a nice place with a beach view.

Looking up listings and thinking about going to the beach, I started to remember all the fantastic sex my wife and I had while at the beach. You would think that with a young child always on vacation that it would be hard to arrange, but my wife had always been adventuresome and we usually found a way to get in at least a quickie once a day while at the beach. One time she gave me a totally unexpected blowjob in the bedroom while our son was watching a movie in the next room!

That had all ended with my wife's death. I had no room in my heart for even thinking about sex. Even going to the beach wasn't sparking my interest in women because that was time for my son and I to bond and heal.

Anyway, the fifth place I clicked on had just what I was looking for. A cottage on the beach, weekly stays, dunes and a short drive to some restaurants. I figured it was a long shot that they would be available, but it was early in the season. I couldn't believe my luck. A couple had rented the cottage I wanted, but had just called and cancelled due to a family emergency. It was available starting Saturday. I booked the week and started packing.

The drive down was gorgeous. I had the top down and the dog in the seat next to me. He loved the TT and so did I. We took two days to get there, not pushing it, just enjoying being on the road. We got to the beach around lunch time on the second day, found the office, got the keys and unloaded the car. With just me and the dog, there wasn't much which was a change from when it was all of us and even from when it had just been the two of us. I had learned to travel light, but my wife never had.

I left the dog on the patio with food and water and headed out to a beach side restaurant I had seen on the way in. It had a covered patio over looking the beach and I ordered pork tacos and a local draft beer. It was great to sit there and drink a couple of beers while smelling the ocean and watching the waves crash. The rest of the scenery started catching my eye then as well. Like I said earlier, it had been a couple of long years with no female companionship and no room for it. But I realized then that this beach trip was just what I had needed. A change of pace. Entirely different from my previous life. And there were some very good looking women on the beach.

I went back to the cottage, took the dog for a walk and just enjoyed the warm summer sun and the ocean breeze. And the bikinis. I realized it was fun to be able to see the women out on the beach and not feel guilty because I was married. I was free to appreciate the beauty I saw around me and just enjoy it. I walked out to the edge of the beach and let the water rush over my feet. Just blue sky and white caps. I knew I was going to enjoy this trip.

Later on that afternoon, I got an umbrella for the dog and a beach towel for myself and found a spot on the beach in front of the cottage. The dog was old and he just enjoyed laying in the sun at first and then moving to the shade. He'd do this all afternoon long. I needed to get in the water though. I love swimming in the ocean, feeling the pull of the tide, cutting through the waves and then, once past the breakers, rolling over and floating in the sun. I swam till I got tired and then rode a large wave in, swimming with it along the breaking point until it left me slightly exhausted on the beach.

The dog just opened one lazy eye and then rolled over for a belly scratch as I flopped down next to him on the towel. A family had taken up residence on one side of me and a group of women in their early 40's on the other. It was fun listening to the young couple talk about their vacation while their two kids ran shrieking and laughing in and out of the waves. It was more interesting though to see the five women spreading out their towels and taking off their wraps. Each one was a delightful vision of a healthy attractive woman. Large and small breasts, tall and short, small hips and large. I've always liked women and all the varied shapes they come in.

Two bikinis and three one-piece suits, but they all looked good. It was fun to watch them putting on sun screen, helping each other out. I realized I was getting hard watching them and it wouldn't do to be the creepy guy staring at a group of women. So I got the tennis ball out and called for the dog to get up and play. I started throwing the ball toward the water and he would leap up and go get it. Tucking his legs under and moving at his top speed. He loved to play fetch, but the heat had taken a bit of a toll and after five minutes he was ready to call it quits. He laid down in the surf and wagged his talk and laughing I went to get him. Picking him up and putting him under my arm I noticed that the women were all checking me out.

It was another hit to me that everything was different. I've always kept myself in shape, almost six feet tall, broad shoulders, flat tummy and still had most of my hair. My wife had always told me that my legs were great and that women were always checking me out, but I had never paid attention to it. I felt kind of sexy though seeing these women check me out.

I walked back up towards my towel and said, "Amazing day isn't it?"

The brunette in the red bikini answered, "It is, what kind of dog is that?"

"He's a terrier, mixed. Getting up there in age, but still has a spring in his step every now and then."

She laughed and said, "I think we all are, but good to see that you have one too playing with him."

I dropped the dog off under the umbrella and gave him some water before moving closer to the group and sitting down. "How long are you all here for? I just found this place and decided to check it out. I'm Tom by the way."

"Hi Tom, I'm Samantha, and this is Darla (another brunette in an orange one piece), Tracy (stunning red head in a tiny purple bikini, her tits were just about falling out of her top and it was hard to keep my gaze on her face), Brenda (Asian features with jet black hair, trim body and form fitting black one piece) and Sara (a blond, blue one piece, large breasts). We come here every summer for a couple weeks after school gets out."

I did a double take when she said Sara's name. I've always been a sucker for blondes and Sara was a beauty. Hard to tell just how tall she was, but it couldn't be much. Her blue one-piece suit was barely containing her large breasts and her long blonde hair was tickling the tops of her decolletage. Nice hips that flared out from a smallish waist as well.

"Well, it's nice to meet all of you as well. I'm staying for at least a week myself, got that place up there on a last minute cancellation."

"Lucky you," said Sara, "We have to reserve our place a year in advance. We're just two doors down," she said pointing at another cottage similar to mine but obviously larger.

Tracy was on her knees, displaying her body in a stunning fashion while putting sunscreen on Darla's back. She looked at me through her large black sunglasses and said, "We often have drinks on the deck at sunset, why don't you come over tonight around 8?"

"I'd love to, I'll see you all then. It was great meeting all of you."

With that I picked up my stuff, whistled for the dog and started heading up the beach to the cottage. The wind picked up just then and carried their voices to me.

"You're such a slut Tracy! Inviting him over first thing!" was followed by laughter and I knew they were just teasing her. "He's got great legs though, I'll admit."

The rest of their words vanished on the wind, but I did hear more laughter from the group. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw Sara was watching me while Brenda was giving Tracy a high five. Ah, it was fun to see a group of friends that were sexy and laughing with each other. I was looking forward to tonight and getting to know them better. I waved to Sara and then headed inside.

I had a few hours until 8 and I figured I should bring something over with me. I headed down the beach to the store and picked up a couple bottles of wine, one red and one white. I chilled the white in the fridge and got a book to read on the deck for the remaining couple hours. Damn it was nice to just relax and listen to the ocean.

The sun was just starting to hit the western horizon when I got the wine and headed over to the girls' house. They had a pretty large covered deck and I could see Sara and Tracy sitting in chairs with drinks in hand as I got closer.

"Hey Tom, glad you came," Tracy called out as I got close to the deck. "He's well trained to Sara, he brought wine," she laughed pointing to the bottles I was carrying.

"Both kinds," I said smiling, "White and Red. A little something for everyone."

Sara looked at me and smiled, "Something for everyone? Sure you have enough to go around?"

Jesus fuck, I could feel a blush on my cheeks. I really did feel like I was back in high school. I pulled it together quickly though and said, "Darling, I'm sure a group of resourceful women can find someway to share what is available. I chilled the white, where would you like it?"

"Well Tom, that is the question isn't it?" Tracy said with a smile. I could tell tonight was going to be a lot of fun if this much flirting was happening at before I even got in the house. It had been years since I'd done anything like this, but in a way, it felt like I was stepping back into a comfortable but old pair of shoes that I had recently found.

"Looks like I need a drink, you all must be a few a head of me!"

They both laughed and rising, took the wine from me and led me inside. "Hey everyone, be on your best behavior, we have a gentleman visitor who brought wine!" Sara called out as stepped into the large room at the front of the house. The house had a nice open floor plan, with the kitchen to the back left and a hallway and stairs to the right.

The next few hours passed in a quite enjoyable fashion. The girls had made appetizers and there were plenty of drinks to choose from with a fully stocked bar. A far cry from university days of kegs parties. Very similar to parties which I used to go to with my wife. Good food, fun conversation. But here? Plenty of flirting. Tracy always seemed to be close at hand, and very often would touch my arm or brush up against me. At one point I was conversing with Darla and Brenda when she came up behind me and reached around to grab my nearly empty glass. I could feel her tits pressing into my back, yielding but firm. Her scent flowed up from behind her and I stopped mid-sentence while she took my glass.

"Tom, you look like you need a re-fill. Is there anything else you'd like?" she spoke softly in my ear.

I turned my head to look at her and her face was mere inches away from mine. She was gorgeous, her lips slightly parted and a hint of her tongue showing. Her eyes were bright green and sparkled with mischief. "Just another rye on the rocks Darling."

"Can you come help me? I think we need to open another bottle."

"Sure, excuse me ladies," I said to Darla and Brenda.

We went into the kitchen and Tracy pointed at the top shelf of the cupboard. "We have more up there, but I have a hard time reaching it. Would you?"

I reached up and grabbed the rye and opened it. I turned to see her bending over at the waist to get ice out of a cooler on the floor and scooping it into the ice bucket. Damn, her legs and ass looked perfect. She had on a sundress that was pretty short and sandals that had a leather strap wrapping around her ankle and up her leg a bit. Leaning over as she was, the dress rode up high and I had a good look at her legs almost to her ass. She had fantastic legs, tan and muscular, in shape without being body builder looking. She took her time getting the ice and I appreciated the view for as long as it took.

Tracy turned and she knew where my eyes had been. "I do love the view here at the beach Tracy. I'm going to step outside and get a breath of fresh air."

"I'll come with you, I love the ocean at night."

We stepped outside and it felt great to feel the ocean breeze, listen to the waves and smell the salt. I had an overwhelming desire to walk down to the water so slipping off my sandals I said to Tracy, "I'm going to walk down to the waves, want to come?"

"Sure, could you give me a hand with these?" pointing to her lace up sandals.

I knelt down in front of her and worked the small buckles. Her leg felt great in my hand, smooth soft skin. I hadn't touched a woman in almost two years and it was an incredible turn on. I worked one off and then the other, touching her skin as much as possible.

"Thanks Tom, much easier when a man takes off your shoes for you."

"My pleasure Darling, shall we?" and I offered her my arm to walk down the steps. She didn't let go when we reach the sand, just slipped her arm through mine as we walked past the dunes and down to the sand. The beach still held the heat from the day and the sand was warm under out feet. It felt great to be walking on the beach with a good looking woman on my arm. When we reached the edge of the tide she took one more step then me and ended facing me. She slipped her other arm around me and looked up at me. It was the perfect moment to kiss her so I did.

Kissing a woman is never the same. I had only kissed my wife my almost two decades and kissing someone new was an incredible rush. The feel of her lips on mine was soft at first. Just a kiss. The next one was harder. Then I opened my mouth a bit and so did she. A bit of tongue like we were feeling each other out. Seeing how far we wanted to take this.

I realized I wanted more from her. That I needed more. She pressed her body to mine and I could feel her large breasts pushed against me. I slipped one hand down her back and felt the curve of her ass under my hand. Her thighs were pressed against my right thigh and I knew she could feel me hard. She moaned a bit at that and started rocking her hips against me. I reached down further and cupped her ass, feeling her muscles move. Our tongues played out the age old dance and I was loving it.