I spent four days last week away from home, at a beach house. I was off the phone, away from Skype and happily off the grid. I’m back now, and I’ve missed you! But I thought that you might be interested in how my little coastal vacation went. As to not make this an enormous post, I will cut it into two parts and finish the rest next week.
Cuckold behind the wheel….
I opted to have my sub husband Scott drive all the way there while I relaxed and read a little. He was quite happy to have a change of scenery. Usually working alot and my willing cuckold during the week, I don’t know that he knew what to expect. It had been a while since he and I took a trip together, but he was looking forward to the relaxation, too.
I can say that I did not have set plans. I knew there would be wine, and even though there would be limited time in the sun, I still planned to play in the ocean and sleep in every morning. Armed with my SPF 100 and a few new books on my Kindle, I was ready to relax.
Free drinks with a little foreplay….
Leaving Scott at the rental house, I took my towel and my beach umbrella down to the sand. I got myself situated under the beautiful, blue sky and was expecting to read for a bit.
‘Be careful you don’t burn’, I heard a man’s voice say.
I took my sunglasses off and rested my eyes on a gorgeous blonde man with bluer than blue eyes. I guessed they were colored contacts, but it hardly mattered.
‘Thanks’, I said, smiling. ‘I’m always careful.’
‘Always? With everything, or just the sun?’, he laughed.
‘With most things’, I flirted back. ‘Always with the sun. I’m Amber.’
‘Jack’, he extended his hand. I shook it, and felt his strength. ‘You here with someone?’, he asked.
‘Not really’, I answered back. Scott was used to his wife with another man, and probably wouldn’t be interested in talking about it anyway.
‘You should come and see where I’m staying. I have a beach house right up the way. Cold drinks? Nina Simone? No adult supervision….’, his voice became sing-song and trailed off.
‘Adults are overrated, and I love Nina Simone. Pretty amazing that you do’, I replied. Gathering up my things, I followed Jack through the sand to the boardwalk as he opened a car door and gestured for me to take a seat.
He drove a newer Audi, and we rode about five minutes with the top down until we arrived at a sprawling beach house that I instantly loved.
‘I’m all alone here’, he said, while we sat in the car. ‘Once you go in, you might not want to leave. It could derail your entire vacation.’
‘I’ll take my chances’, I said laughing. ‘I’ll go in, but you’re buying dinner. Whatever I want.’
‘It’s a deal’, Jack said, smiling. He got out of the car, circled around and got my door.
As I got out of the car, my phone pinged. I glanced down to a text from Scott, asking if he should buy some steaks for the grill. I quickly texted back that I wouldn’t be home for dinner and he should order in. Smiling, I popped my phone back into my bag and followed Jack past the gravel drive towards the house, the small rocks crunching against my sandals.
***To Be Continued***
