All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. Enjoy!
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This story has four of the people from my "We Needed a Vacation" series and continues their tale two years later. It would help, but certainly isn't necessary, to read those stories first. The series takes place in Belize and there are continual references in this one to Belize, and I don't think it's too hard for you to imagine what was taking place two years ago. Hope you enjoy.
We bought and moved into our new house about three weeks after we got back from our vacation in Belize. Not that we dated everything in relation to a vacation (my mother dated everything based on the birthdates of her five children) but this was a very unique vacation, one that we would never forget nor ever duplicate as well. For the four couples who had just happened to meet there, mostly due to bungalow assignments, it was a "we'll never see any of these people again so we can do anything we want and just have fun with it" kind of vacation. And that's pretty much what we did, each of the four couples being very secure in their relationships, and thus able to experiment and learn from each other in new and quite varied ways. Enough said about that for now but, when I get to thinking about that time, I have trouble tearing my mind away to concentrate on something else.
We had been looking for a new house before the vacation but hadn't been able to find anything to our liking but, when we returned home, the first place the realtor showed us seemed perfect so, after some discussions and, of course, negotiations, we agreed to buy it. Since we had sold our other house very quickly and, actually, were almost without someplace to live, plus were lucky enough to be able to pay cash for the new one, things moved very quickly and we were able to move in at the end of the three weeks. It was a very pleasant and comfortable three bedrooms on a fairly isolated lot with only one neighbor whose house backed up to our and was visible from our house. And that neighbor was kind of the deciding factor as they had a very large and very inviting swimming pool in their back yard and, having met us as we were checking out the property, invited us to share the pool with them at any time. It doesn't get much better than that.
Now, strange as it seems now, the vacation had been two years ago and we have been living in the new house for those two years as well. Also, just as we had predicted, we've not seen or heard from any of the other three couple, except for sending them some of the, um, very special videos we had taken. Well, that's almost true as we had recently heard from Caleb and Rhonda, one of the other couples who live in Windsor, Ontario, Canada. They had decided to vacation in the US this summer and, since we were right on the way, living in Ohio, they were going to stop by to renew our friendship. We, of course, wanted to see them again but had several discussions about what that getting together might involve, based on what happened when we had gotten together in Belize.
Those neighbors that I mentioned before were Jenny and Adam Wickers, and we had gotten to be close friends with them. They were fortunate enough, and it was our good fortune too, to have that wonderful swimming pool in their back yard which, as they had first suggested, they shared freely with us. Lots of good times, cook outs and just hanging out at the pool trying to stay cool on those hot Ohio summer days and evenings. We had a nice big hot tub that we shared with them and others, particularly on those cold Ohio winter days and evenings. Adam had just informed me that they were leaving on vacation the next day, given me a key to the house and asked if I'd kind of watch things for them while they were gone for at least three weeks and possibly four, depending on how arrangements worked out. He also instructed us to use the pool as much as we wanted and share with our friends too as he was sure we'd take good care of it with no drunken parties, etc. He noted that they had brand new neighbors on the other side who they had just met once, Brian and Brenda, and it might be nice if we could involve them a little so they could meet others in the neighborhood. I readily agreed with all he'd said and was sure we'd take advantage of the pool offer.
Now, Kirsten and I were both engineers by education and by employment. I'm not sure how many men have met their better half in a thermodynamics class but I would guess the number is very, very small. One thing I will say here is that our friends all tell us that neither of us is like the stereotypical engineer (whatever that is and no insult meant here) but rather seem like just "regular" people. I've never asked any of them to define what a "regular" person is and probably never will. Kirstin is a total doll, about 5'-5", very compact and solid, looking very athletic without being that way at all. She's a very shapely 32B with not a sign of droop and her butt is so cute you just want to pat it every time you see it, which I'm very prone to do, often much to her chagrin. I'm pretty average, about 5'-10", a little bit of an athletic build since I played soccer in college, Ohio State of course, and I pinch myself daily just to be sure that this sweet, gorgeous and very sexy lady is my wife and I'm not in a dream or a fantasy, when in actuality I'm married to Marie Laveau or some other voodoo witch like that.
Jenny and Adam had left and I told Kirsten that I was going to check to see that things were A-okay, even though they'd only been gone a few hours. Kirsten had seen all of the house but I'd only been in the kitchen and family room where we'd spent many wonderful hours with Jenny and Adam. I grabbed the key, went through the swimming pool gate, which you had to do to get to the house, and went inside. First down the basement where all seemed to be in order, then the first floor with the same result. Curious now, I decided to take this chance to check out the second floor, competitive enough to see how it compared to ours. I knew they had three bedrooms so I glanced in the first and it seemed about like our guest rooms. The second was pretty much the same so I went to the master. As I was about to turn around and head down stairs I thought I could see a little light in the window in, what was it, oh yes, Brian and Brenda's house. So, I looked.
And I kept right on looking because, in that window was quite a vision, a very naked redhead, standing there and looking at something outside the view of the window. If that was Brenda, and it almost certainly had to be, she was something else. The long red hair, the pale complexion, the pointed tits that stuck straight out, the almost invisible areolas but dark nipples that were very visible against the pale skin and, where I expected to see a red muff was only more pale skin, all making a rather unexpected but spectacular picture. My brain told me I should probably not watch any longer but other parts of my anatomy were speaking much louder and those were the ones I listened to. And also, those were the ones I gently touched as I looked.
Brenda stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bed with something in her hand, which I quickly decided was a remote for something that she was looking at. She pushed a couple of buttons, watched for a moment, then satisfied, laid the remote on the bed beside her and slowly lay back herself. She reached back over her head and was able to grab a pillow and slide it under her head. Then both hands went to that area between her legs and I could see she had two fingers working her pussy and the other hand had fingers rubbing Just above the thrusting in and out hand. I couldn't see exactly what she was rubbing but could certainly see where she was rubbing so I pretty well knew what was happening and wasn't about to leave, at least till I saw where this was going. Actually, that didn't take too long as I could see her hips arching and her head rolling from side to side, her mouth wide open and I wished I could hear as well as see but . . .
As she was getting up from the bed, I decided I'd probably seen enough of a show and decided not to use the bed for what I really wanted to use it for right then and needed to get home before Kirsten began wondering. Of course, I needed to take enough time to allow my own body to return to normal so I didn't have more questions to answer. I knew that we needed to meet Brian and Brenda for sure.
I was successful in lolling around long enough for my body to return to normal, even if my brain was still racing with what I'd seen. We had a pleasant dinner, talked about tomorrow when Kirsten's good friend from work, Valerie and her husband Ryan, were coming over for swimming and a cookout and also about the arrival of Caleb and Rhonda which might happen tomorrow or the next day, we weren't totally sure. We swam, watched a little TV and then it was time for bed and, either via a hunch or maybe a prayer, I suggested to Kirsten that we go next door and check out the house for the night to make sure I hadn't left anything awry from my earlier visit. She wasn't too anxious to go along but I nudged a little and she finally agreed.
