Carona Escape

I am a 60+ year old bi woman. Many of my stories, originate in memories and recent events of my life. All contain a combination of real and fictional characters with names changed as appropriate to protect the guilty. They are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, most often extremely submissive in sex.

If you like kinky mature women I hope you will enjoy my stories and comment on what you liked and perhaps didn’t like to help me improve. I sometimes, to better frame the scene, include passages from stories I have previously published here on Literotica.

COVID ESCAPE

A story of two women who found each other on the internet. You will hear from me in two voices, Robin and a friend Julie each telling portions of the story. Julie’s husband Mike must be acknowledged. The reader is safe assuming that all characters are fictional.

Julie….

We connected by email. I had commented on some of the stories she had posted as she did on mine. We found that we had a bit of rapport and began chatting, sharing our stories and our experiences and thoughts, as well as some not so secret desires and fantasies.

Robin and I lived a thousand miles apart and for many reasons, we agreed that our paths would likely never cross, but the full shutdowns that occurred as a result of the COVID pandemic changed that. Like many around the country, my husband Mike and I were compelled to shelter in place and do our jobs from home by way of the internet. Thank heavens for the internet!

About three weeks into the shutdown, my husband and I were suffering badly from cabin fever. A cool, wet spring and a global pandemic tend to weigh on a person’s mind. We really needed a getaway.

I started looking at mountain vacation rentals, figuring that with everyone staying at home, rates might be low and after getting there, the environment would be safer than a hotel or a bed and breakfast. Gas is cheap and after all, it would be like a home away from home. Mike agreed to go.

A resort community in Eastern Tennessee was way ahead in their marketing plans. On their website, they stated how every rental would be sanitized before the guests checked in and the resort would stock the cabin with food staples, a pint of moonshine and even the suddenly rare toilet paper. Winner!!

I browsed their properties and found a very nice condo available during the time we could go. In fact, they had two units right next to one another.

Immediately, I reached out to Robin. I composed a quick email and included the link to the resort’s rentals page and told her which unit we were looking at. I made a reservation for the end unit that looked into a nearby stream and the surrounding forest. I suggested that she look into renting the unit next to ours. At the very least, we could meet and if all went well, maybe something more.

That evening, I got an email with a confirmation from the hotel. While still in by inbox, a new mail came in. Robin’s confirmation was attached. She had reserved the unit next door!

Mike didn’t know about Robin, not a thing. I am a bisexual and have in the past brought other women

Into our lives, into out bed but Mike was always fully aware of my need for what I call “the soft side of sex.” A woman joining us in bed was never a surprise. Mike understood me and allowed my indiscretions as long as they never included a man. He more than welcomed having sex with two willing women. My only rule was that he never, let me be blunt, fucked them. Anything else but no actual intercourse.

There had not been a woman in my life for three years when Robin and I planned our get-a-way.

Robin….

Somehow Julie found me, a fellow writer, on line. She read one of my stories and felt a link, something she could not explain. Our relationship was very casual at first, just e-mails. As we explored our sexuality through our writing it began to mean more and grow slowly. We actually have very little in common and yet there was always something hiding in our stories and e-mail exchanges, something that often left me wet.

I find it interesting that we are both pushing into our 60’s. At 63 I have already arrived. Julie at 59 is close. We both work hard to stay in shape so our age seems to be of little consequence. We discovered however that age is always hiding in the background, never enough time, often not enough energy.

You, dear reader, may find it interesting to know that Julie and I both start otherwise fictional stories from a real life events. We weave our experiences into every story. Over time, as Julie and I talked and she told we about her husband and her relationship with him as well as her occasional encounters with women some of whom she shared with her hubby it became clear to me that what I was searching for was indeed what Julie had. A man to love and share life and a loving woman to share him with. There was never a discussion or perhaps even a thought by either of us that we each might be the woman the other was looking for.

While Julie was feeling the weight of the winter and the lock down in her state I was feeling cabin fever myself in the South and I temporarily moved to my North Carolina beach cabin to write. The move was simple. I owned the cabin that is normally rented but was sitting empty because of Covid. The weather was better, and Mother Ocean was a friend. The beach cabin was a quiet, warm, place to read and write and occasionally get drunk, very drunk.

Then it happened. Julie proposed a get-a-way. The plan was very unclear but that might actually be best. We would both arrive move into our rented condo and accidentally meet. I booked the condo next to theirs and went on a crash diet.

This was insanity! Her husband didn’t even know about me but I loved the insanity of the plan. If when we meet we are not physically attracted to each other, there is no chemistry, we both walk away still friends and her husband never knows of the long weekend with two women that would have rocked his world. If we are attracted to each other and want more we…….

Even the uncertainty of it all frankly is making me excited.

Julie..

This is going to happen!

I signed out of my email and went to Mike in the den to tell him about my awesome deal at the resort. We’d be leaving on Thursday morning and would get there in the evening. I had little trouble convincing hubby again that we needed to get away for a while. He was all in.

The “shelter in place” orders varied by state and locality, depending on the severity of infection levels and so on. Our lock down basically closed all but essential services, but we were able to get out and move around, the underlying theme was to stay home. No one was looking for people who were moving around during the lock down and we felt pretty safe making an interstate trip. Masks, hand sanitizer and a cooler with water, sodas and some food supplies would keep us going on the trip.

I logged into my email the next morning and shot Robin a note about our travel plans and we laid out a plan for meeting in Tennessee. We’d get there on Thursday and she’d arrive a hour or two after us. Once we were there, I’d keep an eye out for her arrival at the resort and I’d send hubby out for supplies and liquor for a cookout in the evening. That would give us a chance to meet and to plan.

Our plan, as sketchy as it was, was in place. I’d send Robin an update from the resort once we had arrived.

We left Thursday AM, freshly showered and ready to relax a little, away from home. It had been a long month cooped up and we weren’t done yet. Our trip was uneventful as there were few travelers on the highway. Gas stations and fast food were readily available as were rest areas. We stayed comfortable throughout the trip. Spotify kept the tunes coming as we rolled through Tennessee.

Upon arrival at the resort, we were pleased to find the place clean and modern and what little staff was on duty was friendly and courteous. The desk clerk advised us that most of the amenities in the area were closed, but told us about the walking trails and the creek and pond. We’d have no trouble staying busy and relaxing. Upon checking in, we were shown where our place was on the grounds and how we would get to it. The clerk handed us a small, wrapped box that sounded like it had water in it. The Moonshine, as promised.

On the way to the duplex, we saw only another two or three cars parked at some of the other cabins on the way. Once in the duplex location, there were no other cars to be seen. Solitude. Awesome.

The duplex had parking out front and we parked in from of our unit. Several steps led up to a large deck on the front, and we noted a gas grill and several chairs and a two person rocking chair that faced a gas fire pit on our side. Both units had a similar set-up, but the decks were split by the walk up to the units. Inside, a large room had a fireplace at one end and a small, efficient, read tiny, kitchen on the other. The furniture was tasteful and appropriate for a mountain lodge and the unit smelled clean and sanitized, as promised. These folks did it right.

Robin..

Waiting, waiting, waiting. I hate waiting! I had been packed for days. I had showered and shaved everything everywhere three times in two days. My car was full of gas and my packed bag was in the trunk. All I needed was the “go signal” from Julie and I could be there is three hours max.

I had packed carefully. Sweats for walks in the woods, a nice dressier outfit for? Oh hell, I don’t know, nothing is open anyway. Underwear, new underwear also in ivory, actually a shade of beige. Bras and thongs. A new ivory colored Teddy that complemented my skin. Do people even wear those anymore? I don’t but because I am so nervous I bought one and packed it. Of course bathing suits. If the weather is good a thong “string” bikini that barely cover my….. If the weather or mood are not so good a rather modest two piece.

The anticipation for this little vacation was huge. Maybe I was getting older but I kept thinking what if….

What if I’m too fat. What if I’m too old. What if I’m too black. I always circled back to her admission that she had never been with, made love to, a black woman or man. Her husband was a complete unknown. The most worrisome part of all of this is I guess my low self esteem and worry that her hubby will not be interested.

If I could first get some alone time with Julie…… one kiss and we will know.

My phone beeped that I had incoming mail. Do I have time to do my toenails over? Check the mail Robin!

Time to leave. Damn it I’m wet and have to change my panty liner again.

Suitcase in the trunk. Cooler filled with food and supplies (Jack Daniels) in the back seat. Toys if we need them in a small gym bag. Waze set with navigation. I’m on my way. If I hit normal traffic I will arrive just about at the time we planned a little after 6:00 p.m.

I am still nervous about this whole idea. This could go very very badly and I will lose a friend. Then again it could go well and I will gain a lover, maybe two. I sure hope Julie knows what she is doing but I’ll bet the truth is she is thinking exactly the same thing.

Deep breath and I’m off.

………

Ok turning into the resort a little early, everyone really is sheltering in place, the resort is deserted. The clerk in the office apologizes and tells me they have made a mistake and booked me into a unit next to another couple but they can fix it by giving me another, nicer, unit in a different building on the other side of the resort.

Oh fuck, this is not the plan! Think quick! Shit! Shit! Shit! Wait……..

“Miss, I hope it’s not an imposition but I wonder if you could call the people next door to the unit I reserved and see if it’s ok if I’m next door for a day or two?” I have been vaccinated and I’m quite safe. Long pause, deep faltering sigh. “You see, I was last here with my husband in that condo a few years ago.” Long pause again. Tissue to the eyes. “He’s gone now and I had so hoped to remember him this way.” Easy now, don’t over do it. Let it simmer.

Nice young lady picks up the phone and shields the conversation from me. She turns and says “Miss Green, that would be fine and they said they are also vaccinated and if you want to they are cooking out tonight and would love to have you join them.” She gives me the key and directions to the condo.

When I arrive the drive is empty. As planned, Mike is gone, but Julie is standing on the deck. Exactly the woman I imagined! I see a big smile. She waves.

As I open the door to my car she is walking toward me still smiling, a good sign. I have never been this nervous about meeting anyone, never this worried about my own physical appearance.

Julie..

What is taking so long? Robin pinged my phone when she arrived. It’s been twenty minutes. Mike will be back soon, too soon. She is just pulling in but time is short so I’m going to be standing there when she opens her door. Oh damn, she is everything I imagined. I am usually not the aggressive one but I want this woman!

It has troubled me in the days leading to this meeting that my attraction to Robin is as much emotional as physical. It’s almost like what I feel for Mike. It can’t be love, I have never actually met this woman but there is something going on I cannot truly understand.

I completely forgot about Mike and time. I didn’t say a word, I just pushed Robin back against the door of her car and kissed her. She is kissing me back and yielding to my kiss her lips parted slightly as my tongue slid between them. As I back away slightly and without planning it, without even thinking I say, “I love you.” She smiles at me but does not say a word and then, out of the corner of my eye I catch it. Mikes car is coming toward us. I’m sure he saw us kissing. I’m in panic mode. How could I let this happen? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

As he pulls along side Robin sees him too. She leans in and whispers, “Reach around me and open my car door and leave the rest to me.” As Mike approaches Robin is saying loud enough so he could hear, “Thank you so much, I am such a klutz. My sleeve would have been caught in that door until I ripped it off I just couldn’t reach the handle.”

As Mike gets close Robin quickly introduces herself to both of us. Lots of small talk and I calm down, thinking we were not seen, and invite Robin to join us later for burgers and beer. Mike offers to help Robin with her luggage.

We did it! Thanks to her quick thinking we escaped getting caught. All three of us bring her things into her condo. I’m breathing a little easier but I’m worried that we don’t have a real plan for the remainder of the weekend. As Mike and I are walking back to our unit he leans in and tells me, “Nice try Jul, but neither of you should quit your day job for an acting career. Want to tell me what is going on?” He is not angry at all. He is my Mike and understands me.

Inside, I tell him everything, everything. He and I have been here before with other women but not quite this way. I have never blindsided him like this and he asks if I am sorry. I tell him I never lied to him but I don’t answer directly because, of course, I’m not sorry.

Mike looks at me and says, “Jul, if it’s what you want I’m going to pretend you two fooled me into not believing what I saw.” I started to say thank you but he put his finger on my lips and said, “OR you’re going to go over and visit Robin and tell her I know what I saw.” He didn’t stop, “Then you are both going to come back here and tell me about the plan for the rest of the weekend.”

I did not answer him. I just stood up and walked out.

Robin..

I’m stepping out of the shower, just drying myself, when I hear a knock at the door. I wrap towels around myself as best I can. Wrapping a towel around my body is like wrapping an odd shaped holiday gift. There is always a section that just won’t cooperate. If my breasts are not trying to defeat the towel then my butt is or they team up to defeat the wrap. The towel always loses the battle and falls off.

I hold it as tight as I can across my breasts hoping for the best and check the security peep hole in the door. It’s Julie. I open the door and ask, “Julie, we ok?”

She comes in mumbling, “Yes……No….. I think so, I don’t know.” Then she tells me, “Mike wasn’t fooled, he knows everything, I told him everything. He wants us to both go over and talk about it.”

Julie is upset and close to tears. I hold her with my free arm and kiss her gently and the small towel around my hair falls to the floor. We hug and kiss lightly again. As we separate the bath towel falls to the floor and I’m naked. Not exactly how I wanted her to see me naked the first time. Her eyes are locked on mine and then she steps back a little and her eyes drift down to my breasts and below. She reaches out and lightly touches my right breast, her fingers circle gently under it. Julie locks eyes with me again and says, “You’re beautiful Robin and now I have fucked up our first time together.”

I just look at her and say, “Not yet, wait right here.”

I go into the bedroom and put on the first things that come to hand, a white thong, jeans and…where the hell is my white bra? No time, I pull on an old Moody Blues Tour tee shirt and go back out to Julie. I take her hand and start out the door saying, “Let me do the talking.”

Julie says, “But Robin, your hair?”

I reply, “Fuck it! You’ll just mess it up eventually anyway.”

Julie pulls me back and says, “Are you sure about you doing the talking? That hasn’t worked out very well for us so far.” She smiles a great big smile. I think I love her.

Julie takes my hand and pulls me to the door. I stopped and now I pull her back. “Jul, just what exactly are we going to tell him?”

Julie…

Robin just called me Jul. Only Mike has ever called me that.

I answered her question, “I know Mike. He will let us have our time together, whatever we want. He just wants to know what we expect of him.”

Robin asks, “Jul, what do we expect of him?”

We are almost at the door, almost on the deck. “Robin, do we agree Mike can participate if he wants or just watch?”

Robin answers, “Of course. That is what we said all along.”

I then pull her back for a moment. “Robin, I think Mike will want to,….try to,….. fuck you.”

Robin stops and turns back, “Jul, what the hell? I thought you and Mike agreed long ago that he would not fuck women and you will not fuck men.” “I just won’t let him. Together we can make it ok without that.”

“Robin, listen, I saw how he looked at you in the parking lot. Now I have seen you naked and soon he will too. You are a beautiful Black woman with a great body, I am White bread, plain Jane, Julie. He will want you and if you want him I’m ok with that.”

Robin squeezed my hand, “Jul, that is NOT going to happen.”

Then we are walking across the deck and I tell her in a soft voice, “You are really sexy braless you know.” I continue, “Let Mike do the talking, Ok?”

I expect Mike to be sitting in the living room when I open the door but he is not there. I call out to him and he answers from the bedroom, “I’m in here, grab a drink and join me.” Passing through the kitchen I open the refrigerator and grab a beer. Robin takes a Coke. As we enter the room, Mike is sitting on a big overstuffed reading chair near the foot of the bed.

Robin…

We enter like guilty children facing Dad. Mike is the first to speak. “Please relax, have a seat, right there on the end of the bed and let’s talk. Well I’m sure you both have had time to finish your welcome to Tennessee kisses and hugs.” He pauses and asks, “Robin, you changed clothes. Your hair is wet. Did Jul catch you in the shower?” I nod yes.

Mike continues, “Well you are both here so I’m guessing the kissing went ok. I’d also bet that you have now seen Robin pretty much naked.” Julie nods yes.

Mike is enjoying this. “That is not really fair is it?” He does not wait for an answer, “Robin, I’ll bet you would like to see Julie without her clothes on. Why don’t you help her get out of them and maybe join her for me and you both can pretend that I am not here.”

Mike is loving the moment, being in charge. He is really just asking for what we wanted anyway so I play along, my way. I stand and take Julie’s hand to join me. She stands next to me expecting me to start removing her clothing. Instead, I pull my tee shirt over my head and ask her, “Julie take your top off.”

She does as I ask but of course she has a bra on. I see it opens from the front so I reach out and unclasp it. It falls away to the floor. As it does I reach out and fondle each one of her breasts feeling their softness and pinching ever so lightly each of her nipples. I take her hands and put them on my breasts inviting her to do the same. Julie is not shy and leans in and also kisses each of my nipples. I’m going to enjoy making love to this woman.

The contrast between the two of us could not be more dramatic or erotic. Her breasts are smaller than mine. I would later find out she is a B cup. Her chest and breasts have not seen the sun in many months and they could not be more pale, white and inviting. She has an array of light colored freckles on her upper chest and shoulders that do not descend to her breasts. Her breasts are perfect with just a little less of the firmness they once had. Her pink areola are showing the tiny bumps that go with her being aroused. She has small somewhat darker color nipples than I expected.

I know Mike is watching and comparing me to his wife. I plan to make that comparison last as long as possible. My breasts are larger as I age. Now filling a C cup to overflow they are just a slightly lighter color than the rest of my body. I never understood why but they have always been a lighter color. My areola are just a darker shade of the brown of my breasts. My nipples are longer and thicker than Julies. My breasts, unlike hers, are still firm, long and point to heaven. Thank you Doctor Smith for the help with that. As he had explained, the implants are supportive and do not increase the size of my breasts. $5000 well spent. Julie and I are about the same height so I hug her pushing our breasts together. I love that feeling of breast flesh on flesh.

I glance over at Mike again and I can tell he is having a problem keeping his hands out of his pants. This is going to be tough on him!

I know what waits under my jeans so I start with what will give Mike the most new pleasure, my jeans. They are quickly gone and Mike is starring at the white patch of fabric between my legs, my thong. Julie is waiting with a look of anticipation. I unbuckle her belt, unsnap her jeans and pull her zipper down. I push her to the edge of the bed and almost as though I had planned it (I did) I bend over to pull them and her panties off giving Mike a view of my butt, the edges of my butt hole behind the thong strap and my breasts hanging down between me and Julie. When I pull Julie up from the bed she is naked. She is shaved everywhere as I am but she had a small patch of blondish hair on her low belly just above her mons.

Julie is smaller than me in every way but her butt cheeks are perfect. Just enough to be curvy without being fat or a bubble butt. They are, as is all of her body, a creamy pale white. Speaking of bubble butts, I wish mine were smaller but let me just say that no one every used the word flat to describe my cheeks.

Julie is standing in front of me naked. I lean in and ask her to take my thong off. She does as I ask but then surprises me by pushing me back onto the bed.

I glance over at Mike and he is removing his pants. Mission accomplished!

Julie has her hands on my calves and is pushing my legs up while lowering her head and kissing my thighs. She pushes my legs up as her face and tongue find my vagina. I take a deep breath and close my thighs lightly around her head. My eyes are closed and I’m enjoying her when I first feel it. A small change in her position. She has come up off her knees to make her butt and pussy available to Mike while she continues to lick me. I feel a slight nudge with each of his thrusts. It is very erotic to know she is being fucked by her husband while she licks me. Where are the damn mirrors when you need them? Julie stops licking for a moment. I feel her shutter as she has an orgasm. Then she is back and I am also close. Then I’m there. Not huge but very satisfying.

Julie…

Robin was not done, not even close. She did not wait. She threw the covers off the bed and moved her position to go down on me. I stopped her, “Oh, no no no baby. I’m so dirty. I did not shower and now Mike came in me.”

Mike has gone back to the chair.

Robin…

I did not stop and she did not really resist. Julie spread her legs and I slipped my hands under her bum to tilt her hips. I moved her legs up onto my shoulders and pulled her thighs in around my head. I used my tongue to spread her labia out of the way and creamy white cum dripped out of her, lots of it. I licked it up and pushed my tongue into her to get more. Then as I licked up along her slit I found it. Her clit had a small hood. When I first touched that beautiful pearl clit with my tongue I heard her moan “Robin, don’t fucking stop.”

She rocked into another orgasm that made her shudder. I moved up beside her and whispered in her ear: “Jul, you are delicious.” Before the night was done I brought her to orgasm again, something she said had not happened in a long time.

Mike was back on the bed and we were both seeing to him, kissing him, touching him, sucking his cock and balls. He pulled me up toward his head and kissed me on the lips pushing his tongue deep in my mouth. His hands were everywhere, my breasts, my ass, between my legs fingering me. He was not gentle or loving but he was ignoring Julie so I moved away Mike and hugged and kissed her. He was behind me now and his hands were probing my ass cheeks. He dropped down and was licking my butt hole. I like that so I hooked my knee with my arm and pulled my leg up pivoting giving him better access. Julie helped pull me almost onto my stomach. Then I felt it. His cock was pushing hard against me. I clenched to stop him. Then I was facing Julie and she was smiling. I relaxed, shifted my position slightly, and he was in me. Loud enough for her to hear he was telling me how tight I was. The orgasm that followed was overwhelming.

Julie, emotionally and physically exhausted was laying on her back beside me. As I put my hand on her stomach she turned her face toward mine and smiled. We kissed. Julie’s kisses, from the first until now were warm gentle and submissive. As I looked at her I was struck again by the contrast in the skin color of our thighs now laying one on top of the other. The song Ebony and Ivory was banging around in my head.

Julie and I were looking at each other and I lost all other desire except for her as I looked into seemingly bottomless eyes.

The more I looked at her the more I noticed things, almost as though I were seeing her for the first time. I saw that her ears were pierced, her left ear with three holes just like mine yet she wore no earrings. I have earrings that would be beautiful against her skin with her blond hair.

Her nipples and the areola surrounding them were small, about an inch across, pink, smooth and lacking all the little bumps that covered them earlier when she was more excited. Her left nipple pointed out but the nipple on her right breasts turned inward slightly. Laying on her back, her breasts, smaller and softer than mine, were just starting to lean outward as mine do now as they have gotten bigger with age. As I lifted and caressed her right breast I noticed a small scar. I wish I could ask her about it but can not with her husband laying beside us.

I moved my hand down her belly and she instinctively spread her eggs a little. As she shifted her position I noticed a long barely visible scar on the inside of her knee. A bicycle crash when she was six?

I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to know how she got it. My hand reached the small tuft of blond hair above her mound and wondered if she would let me shave it making her completely naked. There was a longer scar on her lower belly just below her belly button. One of her two boys no doubt. As I looked I could see the hood over her clit had retracted somewhat and her pearl pink was begging for attention.

I could of course feel Julie’s husband laying beside us but it felt almost as if he was in one room and Julie and I were in another. I could however tell from his breathing that he was only partly asleep. He stirred and still lying behind me his hands wandered over me and found my breasts. He was enjoying them and I was enjoying him enjoying them.

As I moved my hand down onto Julie’s mound she spread her legs still farther apart. I looked at her face and she whispered “Thank you!” She was still soaked from sex and my finger easily entered her, then another then three. Her breathing increased and after a short time I could see she was on the edge. As I quickened my pace I whispered, “let it go baby, cum for me.” I moved my thumb up and touched her clit and she was gone.

Then I remembered what had happened in a blur of passion. I had betrayed her. I had let him fuck me. He was not in my pussy but still I had not only let him I had encouraged and welcomed him and Julie had watched it all happen. Julie had helped him make it happen.

I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon cooking. They were both gone and the room was a mess.

I got up, slipped on my tee shirt, nothing else and wandered into the kitchen. I was sore everywhere. Julie, looking like she had just showered was standing at the stove. She saw me enter, looked over and said, “Good morning sexy, how do you like your eggs?”

I looked at her and said, “Good morning Jul, over hard, coffee hot and black like me, where’s Mike?”.

Julie smiled and said, “Coming up. Gone for a run, he’ll be gone for a while.”

Julie and I ate and talked about nothing in particular. She made eggs, english muffins and bacon. Perfect. As we talked she mentioned how she and I used to exchange fantasies by email. She asked if I had ever had any of those come true. Of course I had not but I was thinking that was an odd thing to bring up but perhaps this trip was one of those fantasies for her.

I finished eating and told her I desperately needed a shower and some clothes so if she didn’t mind I would take my coffee and go over to my place and make that happen. I was leaving as I saw her pick up her phone. She looked at me and smiled and said, “I’ll be here.”

It was kind of chilly out but I only had 10 feet of outdoor space to cover. As I crossed the deck I looked around and was struck by how desolate the place looked, not a person or a car in sight.

My door was unlocked..Julie and I had forgotten to lock it in our haste to leave. When I entered I was for some reason nervous. I called out, “Hello, anybody here?” Why do people do that? A criminal or rapist is not going to answer. I checked each room. Nope, not a soul. Surprise surprise. I took off my tee shirt, threw it casually toward my bag missing by a foot at least and headed for the shower. Nice warm water wash, cold water rinse, I needed that. I was drying my hair, almost done when I thought I heard something. Now I’m naked and my only weapon is a plastic hair dryer. Did I lock the door? Stop it Robin! There is no one out there. I finish my hair, brush my teeth and head for the bedroom.

A voice, a man’s voice, “I like your hair much better that way.” I turn and it’s Mike.

I am surprised but not really concerned, it’s only Mike, “Mike, what are you doing here? Where’s Julie? I am fumbling through my bag trying to find a top to put on. Suddenly modest.

Mike moves to put himself between me and my bag. He says, “Julie is in the other place. We don’t need her for what we are going to do.”

Now I’m panicking, “Mike, what the hell are you talking about? Julie has made breakfast. Go and eat and I’ll see you there.”

Mike moved closer and says, “Julie told me she agreed that I could fuck your pussy so I’m here to collect.”

I look at him, and say, “I agreed to no such thing now get the fuck out of here!”

Then I heard her voice. Standing in the doorway Julie says, “Robin, you don’t have to agree but I promised Mike that he could fuck you again and I’m going to help him.”

I grab a piece of clothing, anything, and try to get to the door but he grabs me and pushes me onto the bed. Julie is on the bed holding my arms down over my head. I look and Mike has taken off his sweatpants. He has an erection and he is on me. I’m struggling to get free but he has pushed my knees up apart toward my head. His fingers are in me then he is in me thrusting with his cock in me. I open my eyes and Julie is looking down at me she is trying to kiss me. I turn my head away so she can’t kiss me and ask her, “Why?” She is hurting me with her full weight on my breasts. Mike is overpowering me with his weight pushing my legs up and apart.

Julie is smiling, “Don’t you remember? Your fantasy about being helpless and being raped in a hotel room?” I remember, I understand.

When she sees that I understand she kisses me and tells Mike. He releases my legs. Julie has released my arms and I am holding her face to mine kissing her. The game is over but the fun is just beginning. My legs are around Mike pulling him in with every thrust. He feels it and quickens his pace and Julie slides off me and reaches back and pinches my nipples, very very hard and I’m having an orgasm that will not stop, Wave after wave and with each wave and each thrust I pull him in with my legs.

He is deep in me when I hear him groan. He falls forward onto me, I look up and Julie is smiling. She gets up and goes over to the dresser where she had left her phone. As she is leaving she says, “Hey Robin, I got it all on video. I’ll send it to you. Clean up and come on over. You and I are going for a drive and lunch while Mike cleans up our place and starts on supper. Mike got up, smiled at me, pulled on his sweat pants and followed her out the door.

I’m just laying on the bed trying to figure out what just happened. For more than a moment it was very real. I will not be sharing fantasies with that girl in the future. What video? Time to shower again but this time I’m going to lock the door.

I never get there. Julie walks in with a big smile, “Just a small change of plans, I forgot something.” She walks up to me and stands inches from me. “Did you enjoy having your fantasy come true baby?” Before I can say anything she is kissing me and pushing me back onto the bed.

She remains standing and pulls her sweatshirt over her head. She is otherwise naked. She looks at me and says with a devilish grin, “Mike left something here and I need it back.” I have no idea what she is talking about until she lays down on the bed on her back and says, “Sit on me, let me lick you clean. I just know he left a mess, he always does. Think of it as your chance to get even.” Without hesitation my legs are on each side of her and I gently lower my vagina to just above her waiting mouth. Julie slaps my thigh and says, “No Robin, fuck my face, sit on me.” I lower myself further onto her face worried I might smother her but her tongue is moving and licking my vagina and clit. I know that Mikes cum must be coating her mouth and face. Looking at her breasts and body stretching out for me is very erotic. Then I see that she she has spread her legs and is touching herself. Without thinking I lower my body fully onto her and my face between her legs. Julie’s orgasm shakes her whole body, it seems it always does. I am only moments behind her. We actually move quite easily into a position where we can rub our vaginas each against the other. Eventually another orgasm, smaller this time. This is exactly what I thought sex with her alone would be like. I want more and there is more. I stopped counting when it seemed for a moment like I was experiencing one long overwhelming orgasm.

The water in the shower was warm and so was Julie. We washed and dried each other. I was happier than I had been in a long time. I gave her some of my clothes and we went off in search of my car keys.

We were sitting in the car and when I went to start it she stopped me. “Robin, just listen for a moment ok? Mike and I have talked and come to some kind of understanding. He knows he doesn’t really belong here and he made a suggestion but you have to agree.”

I look over at her and smile, “Ok I’m listening.”

Julie continues, “Now Mike suggested this but he may have had a little help from me. The new plan is that we end this escape vacation early. He leaves for home tomorrow morning and I go back to North Carolina with you. I’m working from home anyway so I take a week or two off and spend it with you at your place and then fly home.” She is not done, “Robin, I admit this trip was a bad idea. What I liked about us in email, the kinkiness and honesty, the time to talk is missing. I want more. What do you think?”

I leaned over and kissed her. No words, just the kiss. The decision was made.

The next morning, after sleeping with Mike and giving him a night most men just dream about, we left for home. My home is only four hours from the resort in Tennessee so even with a stop for coffee we arrived by noon. When I pulled in behind the house Robert’s truck was parked there and he was working on my back porch screen door. Introductions all around and he helped us carry our bags in and left promising to return the next day to finish up a project in my rental cottage next door. Years ago I was lucky and was able to buy two cottages on the beach in North Carolina’s Outer Banks. It was barely 800 square feet but it was mine, on the beach and paid for.

We were not more than a moment alone when Julie asked, “Where ever did you find that gorgeous man?”

I laughed and replied, “Oh, he came with the house.”

She put her hand on my arm and said, “No really Robin, where did you meet him? The man has ‘take me to bed’ written on his forehead.”

I kissed her lightly and told her the truth, “Robert is the caretaker for many of the homeowners on this stretch of the beach. He was literally here the day I moved in. He does not need the money, he is a retired officer in the Marines. He helped me out a lot when I was going through my divorce and has kind of stayed close watching over me ever since.”

Julie has a mischievous smile on her face, “Robin, what do you mean exactly by ‘he helped me out’? Have you?”

I put on my best bragging look and said, “Yes I have, many times and he is magnificent. Eat your heart out girl. I didn’t know you were into Black men. Robert is a man who would never hurt a soul but it appears he also cannot say no. Since that first time years ago I have heard from many of the women along the beach that he never says no. One woman I know pretty well told me she just flat out asked him and he made love to her.”

Julie asked, “Aren’t you worried about STDs and things like that?”

I thought for a moment and said, “I’m pretty careless about stuff like that. Almost nothing can’t be cured with a few shots and It’s not like I have a husband who is going to dump me for it.” Julie suddenly looked concerned. I reassured her, “Don’t worry, Robert and I have talked about this. He uses protection for that reason and to make it all……….easier.” I ended with, “I know, I know you are going to ask what I mean by easier.

Julie was just getting started, “Robin, do you mean to say if I just asked him the right way he might?”

“Play your cards right girl and I’ll ask him for you.” I laughed. “Now go put on something comfy and I’ll introduce you to my beach.”