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02/12/2013
I was so bored in my dead end job, newly divorced, and needing some fun and excitement. I love my three year old son dearly, but needed to get away for a weekend without parental responsibilities.
I had planned lunch with my friend Ann that Thursday and was met with the news that Ann had a friend, Ross, who owned a single engine Cessna, which he had planned to fly from Orlando to Little Abaco, one of the Bahamian Islands not far from Miami. Ross also had a male friend planning to go, so Ross just needed Ann and one more person to make the trip affordable. Ann told me that she was planning to go, and for $150 each, the AV fuel for the plane and the suite we would all share at the resort would be covered. Even with my meager savings it was affordable.
Arriving at Little Abaco ended a quick and fairly easy flight, and I was glad that Ross was a good pilot. Ann and I commandeered the bedroom in the small suite, leaving the guys to sleep on the couch or the floor - it was only fair!
Saturday morning dawned with blue skies and crystal clear blue water. The resort was nice, and our accommodations livable. Ann and I arrived at the beach wearing string bikinis. Even though Ann was a bit chubby in her blue bikini there was no shortage of single men appraising each of us. I was glad I wore my new white thong bikini and felt pleased that the male/female ratio on the beach was about three to one.
Lying in the sun was relaxing, but I wanted to be more active, so I approached the man driving the ski boat, supplied by the resort for those who wanted to water ski in the lagoon. I chatted with this cute blonde guy, whose name I discovered was Mark. I also learned that he had been living on Little Abaco his entire life, 26 years. After waterskiing for about an hour, I asked Mark to pull me in to take a break and took that opportunity to ask him if he would like to have dinner with me that night? He said he couldn't have dinner because he had things to do after he got off at 6 pm, but did ask me if I'd like to meet him on the beach at 8:30 pm for wine and star gazing. I excitedly said yes!
I wore my sexy black lace thong panties and was happy I had also packed my short blue halter dress, which I wore with sandals. I arrived at the beach and found Mark sitting on a blanket he had brought just as he was opening a bottle of wine. Sitting by Mark, I enjoyed drinking wine and looking at the various constellations, which were so visible on the little island. The stars were so much brighter and clearer here than they were in Orlando, and Mark was quite knowledgeable about constellations and galaxies, and their positions in the night sky.
As we relaxed, with the water lapping at our feet, Mark started kissing me, at first tentatively, then enthusiastically. We were the only ones on the beach that starry night, and our passion grew quickly. I had always wondered what it would be like to make love on a beach and that evening I got my chance as Mark thrust his huge cock into me over and over.
With sand between our toes, as well as in places I never wished sand to be, I suggested to Mark that we go to the suite I was sharing with my friends. Fortunately, none of my "roommates" were there, so we locked the door and hung the "do not disturb" sign on the handle to the bedroom.
After showering and climbing into bed, Mark and I shared the passion that had grown in such a short period of time, this time with no sand! Exhausted and spent, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
We were awakened the next morning by my friend Ann, who was knocking on the bedroom door, so Mark and I dressed quickly. We shared hurried kisses and Mark headed towards the beach and another day of driving tourists around the lagoon on water skis.
Before leaving to return to Orlando, I went to the beach to say goodbye to my bearded island honey with the sun bleached blonde hair. We promised that what we had shared would just be the beginning...
Feeling subdued on the flight back to Orlando, I looked down at the beautiful little island one last time, sincerely hoping that I would see Mark again.
I had planned lunch with my friend Ann that Thursday and was met with the news that Ann had a friend, Ross, who owned a single engine Cessna, which he had planned to fly from Orlando to Little Abaco, one of the Bahamian Islands not far from Miami. Ross also had a male friend planning to go, so Ross just needed Ann and one more person to make the trip affordable. Ann told me that she was planning to go, and for $150 each, the AV fuel for the plane and the suite we would all share at the resort would be covered. Even with my meager savings it was affordable.
Arriving at Little Abaco ended a quick and fairly easy flight, and I was glad that Ross was a good pilot. Ann and I commandeered the bedroom in the small suite, leaving the guys to sleep on the couch or the floor - it was only fair!
Saturday morning dawned with blue skies and crystal clear blue water. The resort was nice, and our accommodations livable. Ann and I arrived at the beach wearing string bikinis. Even though Ann was a bit chubby in her blue bikini there was no shortage of single men appraising each of us. I was glad I wore my new white thong bikini and felt pleased that the male/female ratio on the beach was about three to one.
Lying in the sun was relaxing, but I wanted to be more active, so I approached the man driving the ski boat, supplied by the resort for those who wanted to water ski in the lagoon. I chatted with this cute blonde guy, whose name I discovered was Mark. I also learned that he had been living on Little Abaco his entire life, 26 years. After waterskiing for about an hour, I asked Mark to pull me in to take a break and took that opportunity to ask him if he would like to have dinner with me that night? He said he couldn't have dinner because he had things to do after he got off at 6 pm, but did ask me if I'd like to meet him on the beach at 8:30 pm for wine and star gazing. I excitedly said yes!
I wore my sexy black lace thong panties and was happy I had also packed my short blue halter dress, which I wore with sandals. I arrived at the beach and found Mark sitting on a blanket he had brought just as he was opening a bottle of wine. Sitting by Mark, I enjoyed drinking wine and looking at the various constellations, which were so visible on the little island. The stars were so much brighter and clearer here than they were in Orlando, and Mark was quite knowledgeable about constellations and galaxies, and their positions in the night sky.
As we relaxed, with the water lapping at our feet, Mark started kissing me, at first tentatively, then enthusiastically. We were the only ones on the beach that starry night, and our passion grew quickly. I had always wondered what it would be like to make love on a beach and that evening I got my chance as Mark thrust his huge cock into me over and over.
With sand between our toes, as well as in places I never wished sand to be, I suggested to Mark that we go to the suite I was sharing with my friends. Fortunately, none of my "roommates" were there, so we locked the door and hung the "do not disturb" sign on the handle to the bedroom.
After showering and climbing into bed, Mark and I shared the passion that had grown in such a short period of time, this time with no sand! Exhausted and spent, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
We were awakened the next morning by my friend Ann, who was knocking on the bedroom door, so Mark and I dressed quickly. We shared hurried kisses and Mark headed towards the beach and another day of driving tourists around the lagoon on water skis.
Before leaving to return to Orlando, I went to the beach to say goodbye to my bearded island honey with the sun bleached blonde hair. We promised that what we had shared would just be the beginning...
Feeling subdued on the flight back to Orlando, I looked down at the beautiful little island one last time, sincerely hoping that I would see Mark again.
Poster:
Michelle LaFleur
