Anna Maria Island
Authors: Jennifer O'Donnell
Anna Maria Island
by
Jennifer O’Donnell
Copyright 2012 by
Jennifer O’Donnell
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Guess you can say that I’m a water
girl. Meaning, I’m happiest whenever I’m near a large body of water. Growing up
my parents never had a desire to be close to the ocean but I swore to myself
that someday I would live on the ocean.
I have a confession that I haven’t
been able to tell anyone. Well, I've not told anyone the whole story of that
summer. I’ve only shared bits and pieces with my husband, girlfriends, and a
few others. But only I know the whole story. I didn't keep a diary, but the
memories are powerful; pictures from the time help bring it all back.
What I’m about to tell you takes
place when I was twenty-five and married just over two years. My husband was twenty-seven.
We had a good marriage. We had met after graduating college. I was an
administrator for a private school. He was a manager in a new software start-up
company and working to move up. We had plans to start a family, save money,
all the stuff that goes with it. Our sex life was also good. But, just good. We
had lost some of the passion of our courtship. The first year, we made love
often. The second year was less. It felt good to share our lives, our home and
build a future, but I had memories of dating in college. I had started to dream
of meeting new guys and being a bit wild. Sometimes I woke in the morning, wet,
and recalled dreams of fucking in some apartment, after some party. I worried I
was drifting away from what my life had become.
So, the spring before that summer
was the start of it. My aunt, who was always a great support, asked for a
favor. She and my uncle had a beach house at the shore and asked me to
house-sit for the summer. She knew I had the summer free and thought it would
be nice for me to use it. She offered it as a way for me to relax. It would be
a fun place to get away with my husband. Maybe she knew I needed some time to
myself. I also knew she was worried about my uncle's health. He had retired and
then learned he might not have much time left to live. They decided to spend
that summer traveling. Knowing someone dependable was sitting their house would
be comforting.
My husband and I considered it. The
upside was access to a great house nearly on the beach. The downside was he
could only be there for weekends. The drive down from is to Anna Maria Island
was two and a half hours. We debated and decided to do it. My aunt was
thrilled. I offered to pay the costs, but she would have nothing of it. Just
move in, make myself at home and enjoy it. All bills would be paid. I resisted
and she insisted. We compromised by her letting me redecorate the spare
bedrooms. I had all summer to do it.
So in mid-June, when school got
out, I moved in. My aunt gave me the keys and instructions on the security
system, the schedule of the lawn crew, and other things I'd need to manage. It
wasn't much really. They had almost everything covered.
My husband and I drove down on a
Saturday. I had packed most everything I'd need knowing he could bring more the
next weekend. We let ourselves in and walked around. It was a comfortable four
bedroom house, furnished and decorated by someone with excellent and expensive
taste. Shaped like an L, the main house was the base and faced the ocean which
was just across the street. The first floor was a massive living room, dining
room, kitchen and study. Upstairs was the master bedroom, bath and an office.
Off the kitchen was a two-car garage. In the outside area within the L was a
well-tended garden. I decided to take one of the spare bedrooms, the last in
the corner. The master bedroom was spacious and luxurious, but it felt like an
invasion of my aunt's and uncle's space to use that.
We went to dinner that first night
and toasted our good luck. We had a great beach house until September and at no
cost. That night we made love. In the morning we slept late. I made breakfast,
and we walked to the beach. It was across the street and down a short path
through some dunes to the sea. It was cool, and while some people were there,
no one was in the water. We went to a place for a late lunch and back to the
house.
We made love again. But my husband
wanted to leave early in order to get home at a decent time, so soon after that
he was off.
That night was my first night
sleeping alone and away from home since we married. I slept well. In the
morning, I surveyed the house, admiring the art and furnishings. Behind the
main house, the garden was blooming with gorgeous shrubs and flowering plants.
It was my aunt's pride and joy. The area was surrounded by a fence and quite
private. I knew I'd spend much time there. My bedroom was flooded with light
from windows on three sides. It looked out on the garden on one side and a
landscaped expanse to the neighbor's house on the other.
I went shopping and got groceries
and settled in. I explored the little town and saw that some shops were busy,
but the summer crowds were yet to overrun the place. It felt strange being
alone, and I was restless. That first week is a blur. I shopped, read books,
watched TV, and rested. I thought about how to repaint the spare bedrooms. I
also masturbated. I couldn't sleep one night, and, after a phone call with my
husband, I played. I was on the couch in the living room, TV on, and slipped a
hand into my pj's. I was wet, and I played. Soon I came. In the morning, I did
it again.
That Friday night, my husband
arrived. He was tired after a day of work and the long drive. But I was rested
and horny. We made love on the couch as soon as he got in. I was eager and all
but tore his clothes off. He met my passion, and it was great. I rode him,
pressing down on his hard cock, grinding, wiggling. I came hard and loud. He
did, too. We both noticed some renewed passion. We went to bed after getting
caught up on the week's events. He slept soundly. I was restless but slept,
too.
In the morning, he was sprawled on
his side wearing pj bottoms. I had gotten up and put on a pot of coffee. He had
not wakened. I slipped back into bed just wearing a lace thong. He grunted a
bit and curled on his side. I slipped under the covers and kissed his warm
belly. He was fit and worked out regularly. I kissed his taut abs and felt his
soft hair on my cheeks and lips. I reached into the slit of his pj's and gently
freed his cock. I kissed the tip. It tasted slightly of salt. I tasted more and
slipped the head into my mouth. He was soft, but I felt him rising. I wondered
if I could make him come and not wake him. Just using my lips and tongue, I
toyed with his cock. He was growing and I resisted the urge to touch him. I
sucked gently, softly, pulling him in. My tongue swirled about the spongy knob.
It seemed I might be able to bring him off. He shifted some and woke. I
remained under the covers. He exclaimed, "Ohhhh," as he realized what
I was doing.
I stayed put and greeted him.
"Good morning, sunshine....wakey, wakey," and slipped my lips over
his cock. He groaned contentedly as I played. I held his hip and pulled his
pj's down. He helped. I liked the position of both of us on our side. As I
sucked him more, he began thrusting, and I guided his movement. His cock
plunged deep into my mouth. I knew he loved it. It felt good for me, too. I
enjoyed the taste, the smoothness of his skin, the hardness, the swollen and
pulsing tip. He continued to thrust, and I tasted a bit of cream. It was salty,
a bit bitter. It oozed from his tip and coated my tongue and the roof of my
mouth. I knew he was close.
He was thrusting faster now, and I
cupped his ass and pulled him along. He knew I wanted him to continue. Soon he
came. The first spurt was a hot surprise. My mouth was suddenly full of hot
cream. A girlfriend in college used to refer to the first spurt being like
"come-gum." She thought it was like the gum that had a gel center;
biting it let out a surprise burst of flavor. I know what she meant. I held his
wet cock as he rocked his hips. The second spurt was larger, thicker. I felt
him spasm, and a splash of warm cream hit my neck and chest. More flooded my
breasts. I lay there, taking each burst. He was moaning, and I let him slip
from my hand. After one last squeeze of the shaft and the last drops, I slipped
out from under the covers.
"I think I may like this
arrangement," he said, as I cuddled next to him.
"Mmm, me, too," I
whispered. "I missed you all week - and thought about doing that." I
lay on the sheet, a wet spot forming near my breasts.
"And when did you think of
that?" he asked with a sly look on his face. He rolled to look at me.
"After our phone call earlier
this week. I was so horny, I made myself come on the couch just thinking about
it." His arm was over my shoulder. He stroked my back and cupped my bare
ass cheek. I pressed to his chest. My breasts felt warm and sticky. I pressed
against his ribs. We lay, resting, and more of his come dripped onto the
sheets.
After a bit we rose, and I took a
quick shower to rinse off. I stripped the bed and put the sheets in the
laundry. He stayed nude, and I wore only a thong as we went into the kitchen.
We poured coffee and looked out on the garden. The sun was brilliant, and the
leaves were bright green and glistening. We took our coffees and went out to
follow the path through the garden. "Do you think anyone can see us?"
He looked about and thought not. The fence was solid and no neighboring houses
offered views into the area. We went back to the deck and he relaxed on a
lounge chair. He looked sexy - fit, relaxed, and comfortable. "I wish I
had a camera," I teased, and he posed on the chair. His six foot frame was
fit but pale. His dark hair framed a handsome face, and his eyes were bright
and clear. I loved his arms and chest. He worked out and was nicely toned and
fit. His abs were tight from lots of crunches. The soft hair on his belly
thickened above his cock and balls. I looked down on him and felt a warm
churning between my legs.
I made breakfast, and we ate on
the deck. I had the growing suspicion that I was recovering the lost passion of
my misguided youth.
We finished breakfast, and he went
to shower. I walked through the house feeling happy, satisfied, and almost at
home. As he showered, I put on my make-up. Looking in the mirror, I saw hints
of the girl I was in college. My auburn hair was a little wet and fell well
past my shoulders. I knew it would lighten in the sun over the summer. Maybe I
would lighten it more. My face was attractive. I know men notice my high
cheekbones, my smooth skin, my green eyes. I looked critically at my figure.
I'm 5'6”and not bad, but no supermodel. I liked my shoulders and arms. Good
definition and toned, but not too muscular.
My breasts are a full C cup and
still high and firm, my nipples framed by soft areola tilted upwards. I liked
how my breasts jiggled as I walked. Not bad for a 29-year-old. Tennis lessons
and time in the gym had served me well. Some light weight work would be enough
to keep them that way. My stomach and abs were smooth and firm. I thought I'd
need to do more crunches to tighten more. My bush looked a bit full. The soft
auburn hair formed a delicate triangle covering my rather full labia. I had
noticed through school that some girls have very thin, almost delicate
genitals. Mine are more full, more womanly I like to think. My lips swell and
open when I am aroused. I've wondered if the same is true for the girly girls.
My ass is firm and round. I run and go to spinning classes. It helps. My legs
are smooth and slender. Overall, I thought a summer on the beach, with regular
exercise, would help me stay sexy. I smiled as I sat at the vanity and got
ready for the day.
Nude, I left the bathroom and went
to my bedroom. I looked for something sexy and casual and realized I brought
only jeans and tops. I selected a pair of jeans and a jersey. I wondered where
my husband was and saw that he had left the bath. Nude, I wandered down the
hall through the dining room to the kitchen. He was back on the deck, nude on
the lounge chair. I could see he was dozing in the warm sun. I thought we might
wander through the shops in town but thought better of it. I went onto the deck
and pulled a lounge chair next to his. I tossed my jeans and top on a table in
case we dressed to go out.