The airport window vibrated faintly as another jet took off shooting into the sky and banking away out of sight. Chase Morgan glanced at his watch and nervously eyed the departure time on the sign displayed prominently over the head of the airline official operating the gate.
"If Connie doesn't shake her ass you're going to be enjoying this outing without her, Pal."
Chase winced and glanced over at his best friend Ryan Taylor, "She'll be here. I got a message from her ten minutes ago that she was in the airport lot and looking for a parking space."
Ryan had never been gifted with a lot of patience which was ironic for a guy who worked as a guidance counselor at their local high school.
"Better late than never," threw in Ryan's wife Stephanie from where she lounged in one of the barely cushioned airport chairs. Stephanie smiled tolerantly at Chase as if in silent agreement with him that Ryan could stand to relax a little more and worry a bit less. The smile showed the dimples in her cheeks making her look younger than her twenty-six years. She and Ryan were quite a contrast as a couple. Ryan stood nearly six-feet-two-inches tall with broad shoulders and long arms still looking like the starting tight-end he had been back at Lake View High School. Stephanie was a full head shorter at five-feet-seven give or take a half-inch.
"Here she comes," added Chase with palatable relief in his voice.
Connie Morgan ran towards the group stopping just a few feet away her long, curly red hair spilling around her face. She brushed it backward with one hand, holding onto the handle of her carry on bag with the other. The move revealed her fair-skinned face covered in light freckles and dominated by a pair of brilliant green eyes that flashed like twin emeralds.
"Sorry, guys. Last minute emergency at the office couldn't be helped."
"It's fine," said Chase stepping forward to give his wife a hug brushing his lips across her pert mouth. Her lips were slick with dark pink lipstick that felt smooth and creamy.
"Don't you worry about it, Sweetie, we knew you would make it," offered Stephanie as she stepped up for a hug of her own throwing a look at her husband who cleared his throat and nodded in agreement.
Seeing the two women together, Chase couldn't help but compare how different they both were. Connie was a few inches shorter than her best friend with the petite body of a dancer. She was wearing a tight pink blouse that accentuated her small, perky breasts, and a short gray skirt her pale, muscular legs sticking out the bottom. Stephanie was a more traditionally curvy girl with dark hair that fell in a raven-black wave down to her shoulders framing a face that had managed to win back to back Homecoming Queen awards when they had been in school together. Her breasts dwarfed Connie's sticking out in front of her and stretching the scoop neck of her tank top. Though Stephanie had fair skin herself, she tended to tan at the slightest touch of the sun and Chase had no doubt she would be berry brown by the time they got back from this trip.
"They are going to start boarding soon," observed Ryan looking back at the people standing up around the gate. He wore a frown that distorted his usually handsome features. In Ryan's world, everything ran according to the time table in his head, and he hated the slightest disruption from that script.
"Come on, folks, let's line up before Mr. Control Freak here blows a gasket," said Stephanie in a joking tone.
Ryan started to say something but stopped himself noting by his wives smile that she was only kidding. He had been making more of an effort to control his need for perfect organization as well as the resultant temper tantrums that sometimes followed when he didn't get it.
"Onward then!" echoed Chase smiling again at Stephanie and noting her patience. He didn't see how anyone could ever get angry with Stephanie Taylor. The electric smile that lit her gorgeous face could melt a man's heart at fifty-yards. Back in school, Chase had harbored a terrible crush on Stephanie, of course so had half the male population. He had kept his interest hidden from Ryan knowing he didn't stand a chance with her anyway. Chase wasn't a bad looking guy, a couple of inches shorter than Ryan and more slender with longish blond hair compared to Ryan's close-cropped brunette locks, but he was no ripped athlete.
Eventually, his interest had turned to Connie. They had met working on the school newspaper where he had been a staff photographer, and she had edited the Features section. Even back in those days, Connie had been quirky and cute if not quite the sexy girl-next-door she evolved into years later. It had taken him weeks to work up the courage to ask her out, but they had hit it off from the get-go.
The four of them had graduated and ended up attending the same state college together where Connie enrolled in computer classes and became a top-notch programmer while Chase had gotten a degree in photojournalism. Ryan had surprised everyone when he decided to parlay his psychology studies into a career path in education while Stephanie went the same route as her semi-famous mother going into interior design. Their group friendship had grown through four years of higher education together, and they continued to be close afterward. The two couples had married within months of each other and still lived in the same city just a few miles apart.
This vacation though was the first time they had ever tried going on a long trip together.
The idea had been cooked up by Connie and Stephanie as a way to save money by sharing the cost so they could have a fancier trip than either couple could afford individually. The girls had settled on the exotic sounding setting of MonaToa Island for their joint destination and now here they were about to hit the road.
"Did you remember to bring plenty of sunscreen?" asked Chase over his shoulder to Connie.
"I figure if I run out I'll just borrow Stephanie's."
Ryan laughed, "Stephanie doesn't use sunscreen. She oils up like a pig looking for a spit to be roasted on."
"Hey! I'm smarter in the sun than that! I just prefer to go for the low end of the sunscreen line. I've never known you to complain at the end of the summer," she said suggestively wiggling her eyebrows at Ryan.
Chase swallowed briefly imagining what Stephanie's naked body must look like covered with sweet tan lines.
The flight was crowded with vacationers, and the foursome had trouble finding room in the overhead bins for all their stuff, but soon they were settled. The flight was about ten hours, so Chase pulled out a book to pass the time. Connie sat next to him setting up her laptop.
"Tell me you didn't bring work from the office with you? This is supposed to be a vacation."
"There is just a small code bug I need to hunt down it won't take more than an hour or two. Hey!"
Ryan reached across the aisle with one meaty hand and grabbed her laptop right off the tray.
"Chase is right we are supposed to be leaving work behind," he said with a smirk shutting the small computer and shoving it into the pocket of the seat in front of him, "you get your toy back when we land!"
Connie started to argue, but took a breath and sat back in her seat deciding that Ryan and Chase were probably right. She could be a bit overly focused on her job, and this was supposed to be about letting go of their responsibilities for a few days. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked longingly at her laptop for a moment then up at Ryan's face while he flipped through an in-flight magazine. Chase was super sweet, and she loved him dearly, but she had to admit there was something about the more manly Ryan that occasionally gave her goosebumps. He could be temperamental, but he was strikingly handsome and very charming when he wanted to be. Stephanie had mentioned to her once how Ryan liked to be bossy in the bedroom. Chase was always so gentle and tender, almost shy when they made love. It made her curious what it would be like to be with a man who took what he wanted aggressively.
"I'm sure he will give it back when we land," said Chase thinking she was staring over at Ryan because she was still thinking about her laptop.
"What? Oh...Yeah, sure, it's not a big deal," said Connie with a hint of embarrassment at being caught staring at her husband's best friend.
She settled back in her seat fishing her Kindle out of her purse.
Ryan hadn't been oblivious to Connie's gaze. He smiled to himself thinking much like Chase that she was just upset about not being able to keep her nose in her spreadsheets, or whatever it was she did with a computer. The minute she looked away and started to toy with her Kindle he took a moment to steal a glance of his own. Connie was no match for Stephanie in the looks department, and yet there was something about her wholesome cuteness he found intriguing. For just a second, he tried to picture what her pale, freckled body would look like naked and on top of him with her head thrown back in a powerful orgasm. The thought made his thick cock twitch in his shorts, and he groaned a bit when the swelling head pressed uncomfortably against his zipper.
"Everything o.k.? I have some airsick pills if you need them?" said Stephanie sounding concerned.
"I'm fine just ate too much before we boarded."
The engines began to rev-up making the whole plane shake, and everyone fell silent as it taxied down the runway slowly picking up speed. The wheels left the ground seconds later, and they were on their way to the adventure that awaited them.
TO THE BEACH -
The flight had been surprisingly smooth and the landing uneventful.
