Touch me
Two kindred souls come together during a trip
Jill
It was a hot day in July when Jill arrived at Jan's home. The drive from West Palm Beach to Miami was pleasant enough and fortunately the traffic moved at a steady pace. She tooted the horn and like magic, the garage door rolled up. Standing by the door was her best friend Jan, dressed in a bright yellow sleeveless sundress. She parked her car and gave Jan a hug. "You made good time," Jill said.
"Better than the last time by a long shot. They finally opened some of the streets in my neighborhood. I swear, a street gets closed off and you don't see any work being done. I think they do it just to fuck with us."
"Same here. I'll give you a hand with your luggage and then we can relax. I've made a pitcher of vodka tonic and the pool is ready for action."
"I'm ready for both. Not much luggage this time, just two carry-on bags. It took some doing but I met the 33 lb. limit that is required by the local airlines we'll be using. I bought some wash-and-wear blouses and underwear. They look nice and I should be able to layer for the temperature range."
"Always the good traveler." She laughed and said, "Remember the trip to France where we met?"
"A two-week tour and you packed like you'd be gone for a month."
"That poor bus driver."
"At least you've gotten a lot better."
"Thanks to you. I'm so sorry I'm not doing this trip with you. It looks like quite the adventure,"
"Hey, I understand. Family comes first. I appreciate your hospitality and the ride to the airport."
"Mi casa, su casa."
"Thanks, Jan; you're the best."
"Hey, what are best friends for?"
The bags were deposited in the guest room and Jan said, "I'll pour the drinks and see you at the pool."
Jill quickly undressed and grabbed the robe left for her on the bed. It was short and barely covered her bottom. She smiled. She got use to swimming in the nude with Jan a long time ago. They were kindred spirts in many ways.
Jan and Jill have been close friends for more than five years. They met on a trip and by coincidence, were newly divorced. They just wanted to get away for a while and a tour of France seemed like a good idea. They hit it off and not only have they taken trips together, but they've become each other's emotional support. They talk nearly every day and have discovered they have similar taste. It didn't take long before their conversations became quite frank about their life; past, present, and future.
Sometimes, after a few glasses of wine, sexual fantasies and desires became the topic of conversation. It was quite graphic and erotic. So much so that, with Jan's help, Jill began writing erotic stories for publication on a website.
They were frequent visitors but when they were going on a trip, it was more convenient for Jill to spend a night or two in Jan's home. It was easy to get a car service to take them to the Miami airport. On this occasion however, Jill was going alone and Jan was the car service.
Jan was naked and floating on a raft with two glasses in her hands when Jill arrived at the pool. "You look comfortable," she said.
"I am and so's the water."
Jill deposited her robe on a chair and dove into the pool at the deep end. She swam underwater until she reached the wall at the shallow end. "Gosh this feels great."
She hopped on a raft and maneuvered it next to Jan's. "It's days like this when a pool really feels great."
Jan handed her a glass containing their favorite adult beverage. "You're so right. I use it just about every day but there are days when it's just too hot to be outside." She reached over and squeezed Jill's hand. "It's nice to have company too."
"Speaking of company, how are you and Roger doing?"
"Not. Nice guy but no chemistry. How about you?"
"Same. Dating sucks. We both know all too well the pain of not being with the right guy."
"I'd like to meet the guy we write about."
"For sure. I feel like Kathleen Turner writing about her Jessie in the movie Romancing the Stone".
"I like that movie and you're right. Where's our Jessie?"
"If we find him, we could always share."
"Just like your latest story. By the way, I've printed it out, made some corrections and wrote in some suggestions."
"Thanks. You're a great editor and co-writer. What'd you think of it?"
"Let's just say that my vibrator got a lot of use."
"I hope our readers have the same reaction. I'll look it over when I get to Mongolia. I want to give it some time before I read it again. I'm supposed to have internet service but remember, I'll be 12 hours ahead of you so we can't read it together like we have in the past."
"I needed my vibrator more than once with the story, did you pack yours?"
"Never leave home without it. I packed so that it's vertical when it goes through the x-ray and the batteries are in the smaller bag."
"Who'd thought that nice almost middle-aged women like us could write hardcore stories?"
"And enjoy it too."
"Wouldn't your fellow travelers be surprised to know of your hidden talent."
"Who knows, I might get an idea for another story."
"Do you know anything about your group?"
"Only one guy, Larry from Kansas appears to be a solo. For the rest of the group, there is a married couple and the rest appear to be solo women."
"Here's to travel and all its adventures." Jan held up her glass and they clinked them together.
"And maybe meeting our Jessie along the way," Jill added.
Larry
Larry thought he'd have to cancel his trip to Mongolia at the last minute. A week before his trip was to start, a large transformer in the system caught fire. Getting it removed and a replacement installed, tested, and then put into service is not a quick project. Fortunately, his co-workers stepped up and with his help, divided the work among themselves.
