Toby Edwards was walking toward the quad. It was a very warm Spring
Wednesday – a couple of weeks after Spring Break in the year of our Lord 2002.
Toby was looking forward to Summer already. He was tired of school. Wished
he’d be able to join the navy, like his dad. Instead he was going to college
in the Fall. His parents insisted he go to college. Just like they insisted
he take the bus every day for the last four years to go to this predominately
white magnet school.
Well…To be honest, Toby really liked the school…Even with the hour and
a half bus ride each way. He’d made some good friends out here. His mind
wandered back to his freshman year when one of the white boys asked why he was
here ? “We don’t have a football team…You know ! Duh !” Some of the other
kids laughed and Toby remembered wishing he was hundreds of thousands of miles
away…Where his dad usually was…Out in the Pacific, toying with the chinese
navy.
He didn’t often feel that way…Until last year, that is. The navy was
the last place he wanted to be. He was tired of hanging out with a whole
bunch of white people. His dad had been stationed for a while at Nellis…The
local air force base. Then he got transferred…About the time Toby got
accepted to the magnet school. Shit ! It sure wasn’t a magnet for black
people…But his scores got him in fair and square and he did pretty well for
himself. A two point nine-seven. He was already registered at UNLV for the
Fall semester.
In a way he was excited about it…He’d be missing all the things that
were happening now. He remembered some of his dad’s friend’s stories. His
dad was stationed out of San Diego and when the ship was in port last Summer,
Toby went down and spent a couple of weeks. The trip turned his life in a new
direction.
Oh ! His mom and dad were still married and all that. Their home was
just in Las Vegas, to allow him to attend the magnet school. His parents were
making a big sacrifice for him…..
San Diego, California
His mom and he were only going to spend the weekend but Toby ended up
staying…Sleeping on the floor. Toby’s dad was sharing an apartment with
another couple of guys who also had families else where. The first night the
three of them went to a party at this house on the base or what ever the navy
calls it. There were lots of black people there. Toby felt some what at
ease. He ended up getting cornered by this older gentleman who had flown
combat in Vietnam. Shit ! Toby didn’t remember the war. His dad hardly
talked about life on the boat at Yankee station. His dad did two tours during
the war years…Before he was born.
His dad approached. “Captain Samuels…I see you’ve met my son.” Toby
knew what a Captain was and knew it was pretty high up. Captain Samuels told
Toby that his father and he had served at the same time…On the boat
together…During the war. He was a brother, too !
The next night they went to a barbecue. Again there were a lot of people
there – of all colors. He ended up with his dad, talking with a couple of
young white guys. Shit ! They weren’t too much older than he was. They were
talking about air planes and were very interested in his dad’s opinions about
the new avionics in the fleet’s birds. It was only later that his dad told
him that they were the fleet’s newest pilots.
His dad let him stick around after the women took off for a movie and Toby
tasted his first beer. The conversation got louder and it appeared to Toby
that every one of the men were arguing about something. They all had strong
opinions. Some were arguing politics…Wondering if President Bush would send
the fleet to Taiwan to counter the chinese fleet which was roaming the Western
Pacific at will.
Others were arguing about which port of call had the hottest women. Two
or three beers later he ended up with a group who was talking about the air
war over Bosnia. They feared a confrontation with the chinese wouldn’t be the
walk in the park that operation had been.
Toby was amazed. Yea ! There were a lot more whites than any other race
but there were lots of black guys and even a couple of orientals. One of the
orientals yelled out, “Fuck the chinese !” A couple of guys started laughing.
The guy next to Toby elbowed him and said, “He’s korean. They hate the
chinese.”
Shit ! Toby couldn’t tell one from the other. They were all chinese at
school. And at school everyone hung out with their own gang…Well, not that
kind of gang. The magnet school didn’t have those kinds of problems.
Everyone just palled around with their own race. Now, everybody knew each
other and they mingled in class without problems but during breaks and
lunch…And after school…Unless you were working on a project with some
kids…Well, you get the picture.
Toby surprised the shit out of his dad when he asked if he could stay
longer and spent almost all of that time down at the navel base, watching the
airplanes take off and land. His dad took him out to the ship and they spent
one whole day. He couldn’t believe how big it was…..He rounded the corner
of the administration building and entered the library.
Las Vegas, Nevada
Nicole Taylor was deep in thought…Having a difficult time concentrating
on school. She’d couldn’t get Mazatlan out of her mind…Thought about it
constantly…Could hardly wait to go back. This time with her best
friend…She was getting behind in her school work…Not that it really
mattered. She’d been accepted at UNLV…Was a senior…A BMOC (big man on
campus…Maybe, that should be woman ?) Captain of the school volleyball
team…It was composed of both boys and girls…Played in a special league.
Nicole was also president of the senior class and the school’s honor roll
society president…Well liked by all…Had a pretty light load and figured
she could skate through the remainder of her high school career.
Wow ! Was Mazatlan out of this world ! She had such a great time…and
she thought she was going to hate it…During Spring break…She was the
youngest…Seventeen, almost eighteen. The rest were all college age. She
felt alone…Just not quite cool enough to hang with her sister’s friends. At
the last minute one of her sister’s sorority sisters dropped out and they
couldn’t find a replacement. So, Meridith, her older sister, got her to go in
this girl’s stead.
Mazatlan, Sinaloa
…..That first afternoon she felt deserted. Her sister and all of her
sorority sisters were across the pool with some guys, drinking beer. Nicole
couldn’t stand beer…Now, margaritas were ok but the free ones they served at
this get together or what ever it was…The hotel called it a welcoming
party…Anyway, the margaritas had hardly any tequila in them. Nicole
couldn’t taste any booze in them at all…Had three and didn’t feel a thing.
I saw her as soon as they came down the stairs. An athlete…Tall,
probably five-eleven…Good strong thighs and hips…Not too wide but not slim
either. The same hips and thighs on a shorter young woman would give her a
figure shaped like a triangle but on her they looked good. Modest bust…But
she did have a little cleavage. I took a peek as she bent to get another free
margarita.
“Better slow down with those, miss. I’d hate to see you spend the first
night up in your room puking.”
“I’m eighteen…Plus these don’t taste that strong.”
Nicole Taylor was glad she’d been assertive. It shut the old guy up,
right away. He was just smiling at her. Wow ! Did this guy dress weird !
His getup was right out of the sixties with the hippies and all that shit.
Even her parents were too young to get in on that. And the hair…Like all
frizzy all over and long ?! Jesus ! It looked like he’d gone for years
without a hair cut. Her hair was shorter. And a snow white…Or maybe it was
the tan that made his hair look so white ? She had a hard time deciding.
Must be the tan ?
“I’m getting together a sweep later…You know, sweep through all the
night spots…If you’d like to pal around with us, that’d be cool. I’m
meeting everyone at the El Cid at seven thirty and then we’re going bar
hopping and to dinner and then dancing and then who knows ?” I threw up my
hands like I didn’t know what I was talking about but I did. She suspected.
I felt it.
“Oh ! Yea ! And then you drug all the girls and send them to a mexican
jail and have your way with them.” She wasn’t smiling very much and I was
sure this was a hard sell. Ok ! Off to greener pastures.
Thank God ! He left. Did he think she was stupid ? This was Mexico.
You just didn’t wander off with some guy you just met. Especially an old man.
Shit ! What was he doing down here ?
She ran into him again two hours later. Nicloe Taylor was on her hands
and knees in the gutter, puking her guts out. Through teared up eyes she saw
the old man, like a pied piper, leading a group of college kids through the
front doors of the…Shit ! She couldn’t even remember the name of the
restaurant. Meridith was pissed and telling her to hurry up. She wanted to
catch up with her friends.
She woke before the sun was up and felt like, horrible the next morning.
Shit ! It was just getting light. What did she expect after going to bed
almost before the sun went down. She’d slept for over nine and a half hours.
She didn’t think she’d ever been that drunk. Shit ! It was hardly four
drinks…But that one at the restaurant was huge, with lots of tequila.
She was walking along the beach, approaching that night club on the point
and saw a lone surfer riding a wave. He kept turning back and forth on the
wave and then ran to the front part of his board and just stood there…The
wave kept going and going and then he finally did something and was paddling
back out.
She sat in the sand and watched. He was riding another wave and this time
went right to the front of the board but didn’t stay there long. Now he was
turning back and forth. This time he did something different and was heading
toward the shore. She was glad he was getting out of the water a ways down
from her as she hadn’t brushed her teeth before leaving the hotel and her
breath smelled like puke.
He waved in her direction and she looked away from him, down the beach, to
see if there was anyone else around. The beach was deserted. She didn’t wave
back but looked at her watch instead. It was only six-thirty. She looked
back at the surfer and saw him walking up the beach toward the highway…At
least, in that direction. She breathed a sigh of relief. No hassles this
morning. Her head was throbbing. She looked back at the surfer…Like she
just remembered something.
It was the old man. Yes ! It was the hair…Almost white and now in a
pony tail that almost reached his waist, tied with a brightly colored
scarf…And he did have a good tan. She would have sworn he was a young guy
when he was surfing. He’d disappeared from sight.
She saw him again later in the day as he and some blonde were setting up a
volleyball net and staking out a court with some rope on the beach in front of
the hotel. The blonde was at least his age…Good tan but the hair was
bleached.
The woman had the ball out and was volleying to herself. Not bad for an
old woman. The old guy was at the steps, talking with one of the security
guards. Nicole was eating lunch not ten feet away but couldn’t understand a
word except for “Senior Willy.” A Mexican woman with about a seven year old
kid came wandering up to the steps from the hotel. She was probably about
twenty-eight, maybe twenty-nine ? The old man put his arm around her and
kissed her forehead.
The four of them spoke for a few minutes and then the old man went out and
volleyed with the blonde woman. Nicole had thought the blonde woman was his
wife but now wasn’t sure. The two of them weren’t bad. After a few minutes
the they fanned out around the pool, challenging any mixed doubles team.
There were several takers and Nicole was surprised at the caliber of play.
She’d watched beach volleyball on TV. Shit ! She played volleyball.
Might make the woman’s team at UNLV ? Had hopes anyway. The old man and the
blonde beat the first twosome but that girl hardly knew what she was doing.
The second team waxed them. The blonde was too short…Was good with the dig
and volley but couldn’t go to the net. She set the old man twice with a dig
on serve and Nicole was tremendously surprised at how well the old man spiked.
The two of them wandered up onto the patio and sat down with the mexican
woman and the young boy. The blonde and the boy were wrestling around on one
lounger and the old man was sitting with the mexican woman on another. The
old man was trying to get her to take her shift off. The woman was arguing
with him. Now the young boy was trying to pull the old man out of the lounger
away from the mexican woman. She was obviously his mother. Maybe the old man
was his grandfather ?
Meridith and her friends were sitting a little ways down from them.
Nicole paid her bill and wandered down to join her sister. The boy was
tugging the old man by the trunks toward the stairs. The old man was faking
that he was struggling. The mexican woman was laughing and yelling to the boy
or maybe the old man ? She didn’t know ? It was all in Spanish.
I looked up and saw her. No Shit ! A total surprise…Hadn’t sensed her
at all…Very strange. I broke into a smile and wrapped Pablo up with both
arms, lifting him off his feet. He was insisting we go surfing. He was very
emphatic. “Enough of this sport you play with women.” He told me. I
reminded him that Erin surfed every once and a while. My son was a throw back
to the stone age when it came to women’s lib…It positively had to be the
culture as it didn’t come from me ?!
“Missed you last night. We had a great time. Sorry you couldn’t make
it.” I left it at that, put Pablo down and off we went to the waves.
Nicole was frozen, could only hope he hadn’t seen her puking her guts out
in the gutter out in front of the restaurant last night. Her sister told her
no more drinking. Well…Fuck you, sister ! She was confident she could
sneak a few but never again like last night.
Her attention was drawn to the water and the old man with the young
mexican boy. They had a couple of those foam boards and were riding just
about anything they could catch and they both caught a lot of waves. She had
a coke and shared some nachos with her sister’s friends. She still felt like
shit but felt a lot better than this morning. The old man and the boy were
getting out of the water. They had to be related…Almost like twins who were
forty years apart…Maybe, fifty ??
“…Shit ! That’s him. Right over there…Don’t look.” Nicole didn’t
but several other girls did. She knew the girl meant the old guy. “I heard
that the parties at his place after everything closes up are just incredible.
Some girl heard he has a room down in one of the hotels year round and this
fucking mansion a couple miles away. Always inviting kids over to party.”
The girl went on and on about all the rumors…Drugs, Mexican organized crime,
the pictures…Some girl was spreading the word that a friend of a friend of
hers once posed nude for him and was paid some astronomical sum…Enough for a
year of college.
Nicole turned and stared at them. The old man and the boy were sharing a
lounger, soaking up the sun. The blonde was no where to be seen and the
Mexican woman was in the shade, reading. Who cared…He wasn’t going to rape
her on the beach. Nicole made her move. She got up off the lounger, she was
sharing with her sister, and walked down toward them. Almost like he sensed
her presence, he rose to his elbows and smiled as she approached.
Nicole squatted down on his side of the lounger. Neither had said a word,
both staring into each others eyes. “All my sister’s friends…” She nodded
down in the direction she came from. “…All they can talk about is your
party last night. Sorry I missed it. You were right…It was an early night
for me.” She laughed a little and wondered why she was telling him this ?
How totally juvenile !
“You probably drink Cuervo Gold or something worse at home…Down here
that shit is rot gut. The locals wouldn’t drink it if they were dying of
thirst. With the good stuff you won’t taste the bite like up in the states.
You weren’t the only one. I’m sure when you walked to the point this morning
you saw the remains of lots of first night dinners.”
She almost blurted out. “How’d you know it was me ?” But kept her mouth
shut. The boy rolled over and was almost cuddling with him. She could feel
all her sister’s friends staring at them.
“Where’s the blonde lady ?” She didn’t give him time to answer. “Thought
you might need a partner ? I play in high school.” It was out before she
realized it. She should have said college. Too late now.
I was already disengaging from Pablo. If she was worth a shit ? We were
going to kick ass. I was stoked. “Yea…I’ll get the next game.” I’d been
watching a little…This one couple…Probably NCAA level…Not first team but
they’d played a lot of ball. They were controlling the court. She was
standing next to me after I put my scarf around the net chord.
“I’m going to get wet. Get us a ball.” I was thinking this couple
playing…Well, they’d played about eight straight and were ready to fold in
the sand and the heat. Plus…They’d never seen me play but that would only
last a minute or two…Still, might be worth a point or two.
Nicole was disappointed in his play from the very beginning…Right when
they started warming up. He couldn’t do shit ! The match was over. Maybe,
this wasn’t going to be too good an idea ?
He was approaching her…Had his hand on her shoulder, was bringing his
face close to hers. She thought he was going to kiss her. She almost backed
away from him but couldn’t. His strength was a surprise and she froze. All
her sister’s friends were lining the wall, watching, waiting for the up coming
match. That drew more people, wondering what was going on ?
The security guard had a big smile plastered all over his face. He’d seen
“Senior Willy” do this a million times. Just a few minutes ago “Senior Willy”
had whispered to him, as he headed toward the beach. “They’re toast, George.”
Georgie like Willy Tamarack. Willy would often spend hours with him in
the dead of night, teaching him english. His english was getting pretty good.
His boss was very pleased. Georgie was very pleased and leaned back, ready to
watch Willy and this youngster beat the shit out of these college kids.
I had my hand on her shoulder…Could feel the heat of her body through
her “T” shirt. “I’m sorry, miss. I don’t know your name…And that would
help us a lot. I’m Willy Tamarack and you are ?”
She could hardly speak. The heat of his hand was like a warm towel
resting on her shoulder. One of his fingers was lying right on her bra strap.
Her nipples started to get hard. He looked at them and then back to her face
like it was no big deal.
She sputtered out. “Nic…Nicole…Taylor.”
“Do your friends call you Nicole ?” She nodded and he continued.
“They’ll come at you first. They think I’m shitty…So if you handle the ball
well, they’ll concentrate on me to win. Can you hit the ball ?” Again she
could only nod. “Where do you like the ball ?” Oh ! Shit ! She had to
talk. She couldn’t.
She was frozen. This was a big thing for her. I gave her shoulder a
little squeeze. “Nicole…They didn’t see me play earlier…Just saw me
warming up with you…How’d I do ?”
It was like she was with the team…Back in Vegas. She was a team, with
this old guy and he had just suckered the other team out of a couple of points
easy. When they saw him play like he did this morning…She grinned across at
him. His face was very close to hers.
“Back if anything. I don’t handle close sets very well…About three feet
would be perfect.”
“You got it, Nicole…Just get it up in the air. I don’t move as fast as
I used to.”
She was about to turn toward the net when he forcibly turned her and
kissed her right on the lips. She damn near jumped up and down when he let
her go, the energy rushing around inside of her so fast. They were going to
kick ass. This was going to be fucking “A” great. She bent and loosened up
as Willy rolled them the ball.
She didn’t get a good dig on the ball and it caromed off toward Willy, way
over his head. He had his back to her and was digging hard to get it. Nicole
was devastated. He’d never set her worth a shit ! He’d be lucky just to get
it in the court. She’d fucked it up and was poised to go anywhere to get the
ball over the net. Well, at least he wouldn’t have to leave his feet. But he
still had his back to her. He’d never get it where she wanted it.
“Coming up, Nicole.” She was sprang into action when he yelled. She
moved back a step and OH ! Fuck ! The perfect of sets. The guy across from
her hadn’t left his feet yet and Nicole drilled the ball into the court about
three feet inside the rear line.
Willy was over slapping her on the butt. “Great hit, Nicole. Let’s
put’em away fast. They’re ready to fold. Did you see the look on the guy’s
face ?”
Willy picked up the rolling ball and proceeded to run off seven straight
points until he lost service. They’d only returned two. That old man could
really serve. The final score was fifteen to three. They were both sweating
freely and Willy had his arm around her shoulder. She smelled him. He
smelled like the ocean. How cool !
They were sharing a lounger, having given up the court. The other couple
wanted a return engagement and Willy said tomorrow would be cool. Nicole was
in outerspace. She could see her sister’s friends down the way, sneaking
peeks at them.
The youngster was still asleep. So was the mexican woman. A waiter came
by. “Frankie…Dos Pacificos, por favor.”
“Or would you rather have a coke or something else ?” They stared at each
other for several seconds before she answered.
“No. That’s fine, Willy.” She was comfortable with him and would rest in
the glow of their victory for a long, long time during this vacation. She was
now the peer to her sister and her friends.
“Nothing beats a Pacifico after a game like that. They’ll kick our asses
tomorrow, though.” He laughed, had his hand on her thigh and was giving it a
squeeze. Their beers arrived. God ! It tasted great !
“You got a suit on under that ?”
She looked at him a long time before answering him. Then finally shook
her head “no.” He reached back into the mexican woman’s beach bag and pulled
out a bikini top.
“Try this on…If it fit’s, we go body surfing and I’ll show you how to
become one with the ocean.”
It was a little too big but she came out of the bathroom with it on
anyway. She really didn’t give a shit if she lost it. There was hardly
anybody out in the ocean. Now, the pool was full but he said the ocean.
He was following her with his eyes. She felt self-conscious, like
everyone was watching them. Guiding her toward the stairs, he rested his arm
on her shoulder. He whispered to her. “It looks a little loose. I’ll cinch
it up good before we go in.” They were on the sand, at the water’s edge and
he was untying her top.
“Too tight ?” He looked, over her shoulder, at her breasts – now firmly
tied into the larger cups.
“That’s good, Willy. Thanks.”
The sun was low on the horizon when they finally headed for shore. They’d
body surfed for over an hour and were knee deep in the surf when he stopped
her. She was used to having his hands on her body. He’d pushed her into the
first three waves. After that she had the hang of it and was on her own. Her
sister’s friends were still down the way. She could see them all looking out
at them.
I turned her toward me and spoke very softly. “I haven’t had this good a
partner in over a year. We’re going to kick some serious butt this week. You
game, Nicole.” She just nodded. “How about dinner with me tonight…Then
we’ll hit some clubs. I’ll show you everything you missed last night. But I
might not get around to seducing you because I still have all these stupid
drugged up girls at the local prison.”
He smiled and she was laughing hysterically. “Sure…That’d be cool,
Willy. I’d really like that.” He was going to kiss her and she kissed him
back. It lasted a long time but he didn’t try to french with her.
They were back at his lounger. The woman and child were gone. The blonde
never came back ? “I’ll meet you in the lobby at eight-thirty. The good
chefs come on for the late crowd. The locals eat late…When it’s cooler. A
skirt and blouse would be cool. I’m wearing a coat…No tie, though.”
As soon as he left the patio and entered the hotel, she was mobbed by her
sister and her friends. A million questions. She picked up her stuff and
headed toward the hotel, the rest trailing behind her. Nicole Taylor didn’t
have time to fuss with these fools. She was on cloud nine and only started
talking when she got out of the shower…Her sister waiting for her in their
shared bedroom.
“Well…What was that all about ? Shit ! He’s older than mom and dad.”
“I’m going out to dinner with him.”
“You mean on one of those night club tours…How much is he charging you ?
You can get them real cheap by the end of the week…I heard that today.”
“No. He’s taking me to dinner and then to some clubs afterward. Don’t
wait up sister, dear.”
“Oh ! Wow ! You’re kidding me…It’s one of those tours…Isn’t it ?”
Meridith was already throwing open the door and yelling down the hall. “She’s
going on one of those tours with him…” Nicole could care less what they
thought.
Willy insisted they eat first and even made her take a shot of tequila at
the restaurant. It went down so smooth and tasted so great. No after taste
like the tequila in the states. The place was small and everyone seemed to
know him. He introduced her to everyone they talked to. They all asked about
Lucy. That much she could pick up. She had no idea who Lucy was ?
He ordered for the both of them and they ended up with about a million
thumb sized barbecued shrimp on a bed of fettuccini noodles with some special
sauce. Willy said he taught the chef how to make it. She wasn’t sure she
believed him until half way through the meal, the chef came up to the table
and asked how the sauce was ?
“Perfecto…Ferdinan…” The two of them chatted for about five minutes
as Willy finished off the shrimp. The bill came and they were off in the jeep
and heading back to the Golden Triangle, as they called it down here. Instead
of parking at the hotel, Willy drove way down the playa and parked at Senior
Frogs. This is where she puked last night. He walked her right past the
gutter, where she was kneeling a little over twenty-four hours ago, and right
through the front doors. The music was blaring at a million decibels, she was
deafened.
Before she knew it they were on the dance floor, dancing like crazy.
Willy just threw her purse to a bar tender and waved to him. She’d probably
never see it again. Jesus ! The old man wasn’t that bad. He was really
moving with the music…Like he was trying to become one with the vibrations.
The sound made her deaf but she almost felt she could communicate with him.
His hands would come so close to her without touching her…It was freaky.
The tempo slowed, she was in his arms and he was molding himself to her. It
was so sensuous and if they weren’t on a dance floor with a hundred other
sweating dancers she would be tearing her clothes off.
Oh ! God ! What was she thinking ? Like Meridith said. He’s older than
mom and dad. The were back to dancing apart and Nicole spied Meridith dancing
with a guy. She waved. Meridith waved back.
“Is that your sister ?” She felt the question, more than heard it and
just nodded. Willy turned and waved to Meridith. She waved back.
He bought her one more tequila shot at the next place they went. It was
almost all locals. Well, there were a few USA types…All girls. Willy was
the only male who wasn’t a local. He knew a lot of people and there was more
bullshitting going on than dancing. She danced a few slow, very close dances
with him in between the bullshit.
Each time he almost smothered her with his body…Like quicksand. But
other than the closeness there was nothing sexual about it. They were in the
jeep when he asked her. It was after two. She was hardly tired…Full of
energy.
“Would your sister worry if you spent the night out ?” She was silent and
I was afraid this was as far as it was going to go.
“Yea…She would but I don’t think she’d do anything stupid like calling
the cops.” I laughed and headed for the hotel. Nicole was afraid she said
the wrong thing. He had to be talking about taking her to bed…About having
sex with her…What else were they going to do all night ? Well, there wasn’t
much of that left.
I greeted the night manager and explained my problem. He was more than
willing to go upstairs with a note. Better yet, why doesn’t the young lady
use the phone ? I thought the note was better and he provided us with
stationary. I scripted the note…She wrote it. The assistant manager sent
the note off after calling the room to see if anybody was there. There was.
We waited by the wall. We’d be here until two fifteen. I was anxious. I
felt it was in the bag but you never knew until you drove off with them.
Sometimes when you got out of town they chickened out and wanted to go back to
the hotel. We were walking. It was only a twenty minute drive but three is
cutting it a little close. She tensed up just a bit when it got real dark
outside town but was going to brave it out like a trooper.
I had the open sleeping bag laid out and was toking up the bowl when she
finally asked. “You married ?”
I laughed and handed her the bong. She’d smoked dope before and now I
knew it was in the bag. We were both stoned sober by now but the first hit
took us to the moon. She mumbled something unintelligible and then a few
moments later a long “Wow !”
I told her about my wives, Erin and Lucy…And I told her about my son.
We took another hit and then I asked her if she wanted to go swimming ? She
didn’t say anything right away. I figured she was too stoned to be thinking.
Then it rushed out. “Yea ! Willy…Let’s go swimming.” I was getting spongy
imagining her naked in the dark water, wrapping herself around me.
Oh ! This was going to be good. I struggled to my feet and held out my
hands. We were kissing and my tongue was roaming around in her mouth. She
was saliva rich, very juicy. I was betting her pussy was going to be like the
fountain of youth. My cock was starting to harden. I started pulling up the
hem of her sun dress…One piece and I was betting that she was wearing some
real sexy underwear. I wasn’t disappointed and my cock soared when she
reached for my belt buckle.
My jacket fell to the ground and my pants were on the way down. I threw
her bra behind us and was working on her panties when she yanked down my
shorts. My cock was like a sledge hammer pointing up out of my groin, just
hard as set cement.
I believe both of us knew that it’d be a while before we went swimming.
Her breasts were taunt, her nipples erect…Rather large for her handful size
breasts. The areolae were all crinkly and the nipples pointed out of her
breasts like ripe berries. Between her legs was a forest of dark curly hair,
much darker than the hair on her head. I slid a hand between her legs as I
helped her out of her panties. She clamped her thighs closed around my hand
and I massaged her mound and cunt with my fingers and the palm of my hand.
There was a volcano brewing between her legs and her urgency was almost
overwhelming. Her hips were starting to move about as I massaged the meat
between her legs. I moaned real loud when she captured my cock with her hand
and started to jerk it off. The moan excited her. She was slack mouthed and
breathing shallowly at the same rhythm she was strokin’ my dick with. I felt
she was almost there. I had the knife edge of my hand against her labia and
could feel moisture. She was humping my hand like she had just discovered the
wonderful feeling you get when you play with yourself.
It surprised her. Her entire body became taunt and then she was spasaming
and if I hadn’t been holding her by the waist, I’m sure she’d be a crumpled
heap in the sand, spent. I guided her to the van, her legs rubbery…Sat her
on the mattress, right at the edge. I had my tongue swimming in her mouth,
could feel her breath on my face through her nostrils. I laid her back and
started at her neck, frenched her ears, bit her lobes…Stretched her arms out
above her head and nibbled on her cleanly shaved under arms, teased her
nipples and reamed out her belly button until it was a pool of saliva.
Her pubic hair was thick and curly. It parted easily and she was more
than ready. Her lips were thick and slick with her excitement. I bathed them
with my saliva and teased her clitoris until her hips started thrusting up off
the mattress, her moaning and groaning a constant noise now. Her furrow was
spread apart like an oyster and I dinned at my leisure, my cock still like a
crowbar jutting out from my loins.
Her legs were hanging outside the van, so I reached under her knees and
pushed her thighs up and back toward her head. She surprised me and grabbed
the back of her knees. My hands were free to roam around her crotch as my
tongue drove her to the moon and stars. I spread her labia wide and there was
nothing but pink. She looked shaved. She was looking at me from between her
legs.
“Like this ?” I kept my eyes locked on hers and swiped at her clit with
the tip of my tongue. She threw her head back and screamed. “Ooooohhhhhh !”
I buried my tongue in her passage and reamed it around while her hips started
grinding her wet meat around my face. I slipped my thumbs down and massaged
her anus. Her hips were bucking her cunt up and down my stiff tongue.
I wish I could talk. I’d tell her to let go. She was so close. Time to
fuck ! I rose to my feet, her hips still bucking up and down…Trying to fuck
the air. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was panting…Close to
hyperventilating. I slid my right thumb in her cunt. It was nibbling on my
thumb like a fish goes after food. My cock was in my other hand, hard as
stone. I slowed the rhythm of her hips. Her hips were just rotating around
with my thumb deep in her womb.