wife, Mollie, ran the boardwalk café as a summer only business. They enjoyed the casual, open atmosphere of the beach community and the conversations with tourists.
“Good morning, Art. I’m glad I caught you here.” She quickly conducted her business, again giving out Blake’s phone number, then continued on her rounds.
Next came a gallery specializing in photographic art. Bob Mason owned the gallery and did all the photography. During the summer, he only accepted photographic assignments that were of particular interest to him. When he needed to be away for a few days on one of those assignments, his mother ran the gallery for him.
The next business on her list was another gift shop, this one dealing exclusively with items associated with the ocean, such as sea shells. A bicycle and roller skate rental shop was number five on her list. The sixth and final summer business she had established as one of her clients was a kite shop. She allowed a brief thought as to the coincidence between that and the fact that Blake apparently liked to fly kites. An omen of some sort? A portent of things to be?
She dismissed those thoughts as illogical. Her business concluded, she returned to the beach house. Enthusiastic shouts reached her ears, telling her something was going on outside. She poured herself a glass of iced tea and carried it out onto the deck.
The voices emanated from a volleyball game next door. Vicki sat on the deck and watched the combatants battle it out. She immediately spotted Blake. Just the sight of his taut muscles and finely honed body sent a tingle of excitement rippling through her pussy.
Each team consisted of one man and two women. She carefully eyed the four women, two of whom wore thongs and the other two string bikinis. They all appeared overly endowed, whether real or implants, she couldn’t tell from her vantage point. With all the jumping and stretching required to play volleyball, it was a miracle their boobs didn’t pop out of their skimpy bikini tops.
She turned her gaze on the two men, with Blake the best player by far. She allowed a little huff of indignation. He’d obviously gotten lots of practice as he apparently had nothing better to do with his time than play volleyball and fly kites.
The other man was dark haired and in his forties. Blake had told her about his neighbor, Tim, while they were having breakfast. Even though he had not exactly said so, she’d gotten the impression he didn’t totally approve of Tim. How odd that an unemployed beach bum would disapprove of a partner in a prestigious law firm.
“That’s it. Game!” Tim’s shout brought her attention back to the makeshift volleyball court. The winning side consisted of Blake, one blonde woman, and one brunette. Tim’s team included another blonde and a redhead. Blake shook hands with Tim and kissed all four women. Not an innocent little peck on the cheek, but a kiss for each one right on the mouth. Even though it appeared to be a quick kiss, had he used his tongue?
The inappropriate thought shocked Vicki. She tried to shove it aside, but became distracted by Blake’s blonde teammate rubbing her body against his in obvious invitation.
Tim grabbed the redhead around the waist and lifted her off the sand, burying his face between her ample breasts as he swung her in a circle. She wrapped her legs around his hips and whispered something in his ear. A lascivious expression flashed across his face, and a sly smile curled the corners of his mouth.
He finally put her down and called to his blonde teammate, “Come on, baby. Let’s go see what other games we can find inside.”
Both women removed their bikini tops, allowing their bare boobs to bounce in the late morning sunlight. Tim reached out and tweaked all four nipples belonging to his two teammates, who were obviously about to become his playmates for sex games. Apparently none of them cared who saw them or knew what they were about to do.
The other blonde
“Good morning, Art. I’m glad I caught you here.” She quickly conducted her business, again giving out Blake’s phone number, then continued on her rounds.
Next came a gallery specializing in photographic art. Bob Mason owned the gallery and did all the photography. During the summer, he only accepted photographic assignments that were of particular interest to him. When he needed to be away for a few days on one of those assignments, his mother ran the gallery for him.
The next business on her list was another gift shop, this one dealing exclusively with items associated with the ocean, such as sea shells. A bicycle and roller skate rental shop was number five on her list. The sixth and final summer business she had established as one of her clients was a kite shop. She allowed a brief thought as to the coincidence between that and the fact that Blake apparently liked to fly kites. An omen of some sort? A portent of things to be?
She dismissed those thoughts as illogical. Her business concluded, she returned to the beach house. Enthusiastic shouts reached her ears, telling her something was going on outside. She poured herself a glass of iced tea and carried it out onto the deck.
The voices emanated from a volleyball game next door. Vicki sat on the deck and watched the combatants battle it out. She immediately spotted Blake. Just the sight of his taut muscles and finely honed body sent a tingle of excitement rippling through her pussy.
Each team consisted of one man and two women. She carefully eyed the four women, two of whom wore thongs and the other two string bikinis. They all appeared overly endowed, whether real or implants, she couldn’t tell from her vantage point. With all the jumping and stretching required to play volleyball, it was a miracle their boobs didn’t pop out of their skimpy bikini tops.
She turned her gaze on the two men, with Blake the best player by far. She allowed a little huff of indignation. He’d obviously gotten lots of practice as he apparently had nothing better to do with his time than play volleyball and fly kites.
The other man was dark haired and in his forties. Blake had told her about his neighbor, Tim, while they were having breakfast. Even though he had not exactly said so, she’d gotten the impression he didn’t totally approve of Tim. How odd that an unemployed beach bum would disapprove of a partner in a prestigious law firm.
“That’s it. Game!” Tim’s shout brought her attention back to the makeshift volleyball court. The winning side consisted of Blake, one blonde woman, and one brunette. Tim’s team included another blonde and a redhead. Blake shook hands with Tim and kissed all four women. Not an innocent little peck on the cheek, but a kiss for each one right on the mouth. Even though it appeared to be a quick kiss, had he used his tongue?
The inappropriate thought shocked Vicki. She tried to shove it aside, but became distracted by Blake’s blonde teammate rubbing her body against his in obvious invitation.
Tim grabbed the redhead around the waist and lifted her off the sand, burying his face between her ample breasts as he swung her in a circle. She wrapped her legs around his hips and whispered something in his ear. A lascivious expression flashed across his face, and a sly smile curled the corners of his mouth.
He finally put her down and called to his blonde teammate, “Come on, baby. Let’s go see what other games we can find inside.”
Both women removed their bikini tops, allowing their bare boobs to bounce in the late morning sunlight. Tim reached out and tweaked all four nipples belonging to his two teammates, who were obviously about to become his playmates for sex games. Apparently none of them cared who saw them or knew what they were about to do.
The other blonde
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