Kelly was bored. It's hard to imagine a beautiful woman ever being bored. I sometimes fantasize about coming back in my next life as a sexy, hot, intelligent woman. It's not because I secretly want to be a woman, I'm here now as a man, and I dig it. It's what was destined to be for this particular trot around the globe. My fantasy stems from the desire to see what it's like to hold the power a woman holds, the sexual power, amongst others, but sex is the one I'm intrigued with. To me it is fascinating and, from my perspective, much more interesting than a man's. Women hold the keys to the universe, they are the proverbial flower around which the world rotates. The men are like bees continually seeking out the flower, the flowers, the nectar. The flower just sits there and the bees come to it, everyone going fucking crazy trying to taste and collect the power the flower has to offer. To me that is sexy. I'm not afraid to say it,
"I want to be the flower."
I don't understand how the flower could ever get bored. We'll see what I think after the next lifetime. I'll write about it.
Anyway, Kelly was somehow bored. She had made some massive changes to her life a couple of years ago foregoing the extreme partying and promiscuity that made up much of her twenties and early thirties. She had been visited by many bees during those early years and not all of them were gracious about it.
Kelly lived in a beach town at the outskirts of a large city in southern California. It's a well known place. She lived in the same house for many years and still lived there at this point in time. It had been partitioned into apartments. I think there were four. She had "housemates" essentially. Some of them had become part time lovers, some were women with whom she became good friends. Either way the action and opportunity to go and do things was endless and she wasn't one to miss out. In changing her life she lost some friends. Once the drugs and drinking are gone some folks show their true colors. Some left and then came back into her life later on. She still has some good friends from that time.
At the time this story takes place Kelly was thirty-six. She looked amazing. Her long straight golden-brown hair encased her high cheekbones and greenish blue eyes. Her lips were full, as they still are. Her smile could melt any man. She truly was and is regal. Shaglus, me to be exact, is known to say that Kelly is his dream woman, and that is true. She is perfect. She has an athletic body, her feet are flawless, her breasts beautifully shaped and medium sized, though now they are larger, with plump nipples that become fully erect. Her legs are strong and to this day look as if she's in her twenties. She turns men's heads everywhere she goes. She acts the role of a nice girl, and nice she truly is, but if you can get her alone she's anything but just a nice girl, she's voracious and playful. She is a very sexual being.
As she sat in her apartment on this particular day exploring the depths of her boredom her phone beeped. She looked at it. An email had just come in. She clicked on it. As it opened she saw the name Wesley Meadow. She was surprised. She hadn't heard from him in years.
"What could he be writing about?" She thought to herself.
Wesley had been a lover of hers from the past. He had worked for a friend of Kelly's named Helga who was an architect. At that time Wesley was becoming an architect. Her friend Helga always organized parties and many architects always came. Through the years of this Helga always invited Kelly to these parties, Kelly had met and hooked up with quite a few architects. Wesley, or Wes, as we'll call him, was one of them. They had seen each other on and off for years. In the beginning it was really fun but as time passed Kelly felt like she had grown up, to a degree,and that Wes was just kind of on repeat. It seemed as though he was living the life his parents, well to do parents, had wanted him to and was not living his life. He started to become hollow. It became unattractive. During this period of realization she also noticed that his armpits would sweat profusely and stain his shirts. Kelly was not put off by sweat, but this predictable and unsightly version of it began to cool her jets, so to speak, in regards to her sexual attraction to Wes.
She read the note:
Hey Kelly! Long time no see. I was thinking about you the other day and as I was this ad for a trip to Cabo came up. For some reason it tripped a wire in my head and made me think it would be great to see you again. I got this little idea that maybe I could take you to Cabo and we could spend a few days there together. Now I know we've had a relationship for many years, on and off, and it was a sexual relationship. I just want you to know that I'm not just trying to get laid, but that the thought of seeing you really got me excited... Not in that way... Well, maybe a little. But there will be no pressure, just friends and we can go from there. I can maybe play a little golf and you can see the sights and get in the sea. We can have a few dinners and just see where it all goes. I hope this isn't shocking. I could use a vacation as my life has become pretty much just work. My Dad is always pushing for me to achieve higher goals. You know how that goes. Anyway, let me know what you think. I miss you. I miss the fun we used to have.
Sincerely,
Wes
Kelly really didn't know what to think. She had recently been pondering whether she should buckle down and get a serious boyfriend as opposed to the hook up friends she currently had. The excitement of being invited on a trip shone a sweet glow on Wes. "How sweet of him!" She thought to herself. And then she thought, "Is it he who is sweet, or is it the idea of Mexico that is sweet?" As of right now, well right then, she could care less and in this way it blinded her to all the little things that had become annoying and unattractive about him. Could she see herself settling in with Wes? In all her time living in her apartment she had never had a live in boyfriend. The only man she lived with for a spell was her asshole Icelandic husband whom she married so he could live in the country. She had divorced him only after a short go at matrimony. She was craving stability, cultural normalcy, someone to rely on. She thought it over. Was this a sign? She was superstitious. How could this not be a sign? She began to mull over all the good things about Wes. He was attractive. He was a little taller than her, she was five foot nine and he was probably five foot ten. He was in decent shape though she hadn't seen him in a while and who knows what office life had done to him. He was nice if not a bit beige. He had some money and at points in the past the sex was decent. His cock wasn't the biggest she had seen but it got hard and she knew what to do with a hard penis. She began to get excited about the idea. It broke the boredom. She wrote back:
Hey Wesley! Wow, so wild to hear from you. I was just sitting here bored when your note came. It broke the boredom. I can't promise you anything but it would be fun to go to Cabo and see where it leads. We had some nice times in the past, it would feel good to reconnect and who knows? I'm game. I love Mexico. I'm stoked you thought of me. It got me thinking of you. Let's do it and see what happens. Like I said, I can't promise anything but we'll never know if we never go! Can't wait. My schedule is free. Arrange it and I'll meet you on the plane, or in Cabo, whichever is easier.
XOXO Kelly
Kelly knew that she would have sex with him as soon as she wrote the note. She never could resist even when she knew it probably wasn't for the best. She wrote what she did just because it quieted the voices in her head that were against her going and, deep down, against her doing it with Wesley again. "It'll be fun." She thought.
His note back to her was elated, almost giddy and she had to admit it was a little annoying. His tendency to act and talk as if it were his father speaking was tough to swallow. It wasn't manly or attractive. She did her best to ignore it. It was just a little trip. She could get laid, have some dinners, stay in a hotel on the beach. She loved hotels. She loved sex in hotels. She always said that traveling was the best time to have sex as everything that happens there stays there, you don't bring it home. It was easy. Once again, it must be nice being a flower.
A few days later Wes sent her an itinerary. She would meet him on the plane Saturday, today was Wednesday, and they would go from there. The resort Wes had chosen was right on the beach front in Cabo San Lucas. She had never been there before. It looked somewhat fancy. They would be staying three nights and all of her expenses were being paid. What could be better? She began packing the next day in her own meticulous, organized fashion. She packed her bikini, her sexiest underwear, her razor, a couple of sun dresses, some tops and a skirt or two. She loved packing. She savored the thoughts of being on vacation in a few days and even the potential romance with an old flame.
