Alberta Graham - The twins and mother

Suddenly feeling a bit daring, the young blonde wife returned the stranger's gaze boldly, meeting his stare for what seemed a long time, and then breaking the contact. Flushed and excited, she lay back down on the blanket beside her husband who had noticed nothing of the exchange. She could feel her breath coming in quick little gasps as she lay trying to calm herself. How silly, she thought, but nonetheless she shivered a bit with excitement.

"Would you like me to rub a little more lotion on?" Don asked. She could already hear the sound of the tube being undone.

"Yes, darling," she replied. "Just a bit more!"

Carolyn turned over on her back and gave herself up to Don's fingers as he rubbed the creamy lotion into her already bronzed skin. His smoothing fingers moved onto her calves and then upward to the shapely firmness of her thighs.

"Mmmmm…" she said. Her eyes were closed and it was easy enough to imagine that it was someone else's fingers on her skin, touching her intimately like this. Why not imagine the stranger? There's nothing really wrong in it, and no one will ever know anyway, she thought, a smile of contentment coming to her lips.

"Do my back too, love," she whispered, reaching back to undo her bathing suit straps. The full firm shapes of her breasts felt heavy as they were freed, and Carolyn let them push softly down into the blanket that covered the sand beneath her. Her nipples stiffened from the contact, and the young blonde sighed as a shiver of desire coursed through her sun-warmed flesh. Don's fingers were firm on her back now, and she wanted him to move down to touch the sides of her naked breasts, but she knew he wouldn't do it unless she asked. Don was very self-conscious around other people, whereas Carolyn had a tendency toward exhibitionism. It was nice to be admired and to know that her beauty was appreciated.

She suddenly felt it was too boring to ask Don. If he couldn't do it on his own, then it was no longer as exciting as it ought to be. Sometimes Don was exasperating, to say the least! She was willing to bet that the sandy-haired man who was perhaps still watching from his spot further down on the beach, was not hesitant about such things. In any case, it was fun to imagine that he wasn't. That he would boldly begin to massage her breasts right there on the beach where anyone who was looking could see!

He was certainly the type who would make love to his wife on the kitchen floor if he felt like it, and not wait until they were in bed together!

Don was rubbing the suntan lotion over her smooth shoulders now, and the familiar scent of it made her nostrils flare slightly. It reminded her of lovemaking, of sweating bodies and hot sun, of what it was like to lie on the beach right after being completely satisfied by a good thick cock. It reminded her of one of her old boyfriends. She and Don, her new husband, had made love every night since they'd arrived at the resort, and a couple of times in the afternoon during siesta, but even though Carolyn couldn't complain that she was frustrated, she didn't feel that sensation that she loved, the feeling of being completely fulfilled by sex, so exhausted that she felt limp and breathless, totally mindless and happy.

Carolyn certainly couldn't say that she was mindless. She was thinking quite a lot as a matter of fact; a certain sign of her restlessness. The surroundings were so lush and exotic and the heat beat down so steadily, even at night. It was all very dramatic, as if something ought to happen that was out of the ordinary. So far nothing had. Still there was a feeling of strange anticipation in the air, and it created a strange stirring in the twenty-one year old girl's veins.

"More?" Don asked tenderly.

"No… thanks, that's enough," she answered, ready now to take a short nap. Then she would go in the water again, just once more before going back to the cabana. That night she and Don would go to the club again. A new trio was playing and Don wanted to see them. But Carolyn had planned to get him to take her in to a discotheque in the town too, one where the dancing and the music might be a bit wilder. She hoped to see some exciting seedy types, too, not just the rather boring tourists who were all rich enough to afford to stay at El Molino and were consequently dull as paint. All, except the sandy-haired fellow in the neighboring cabana, that is. He was decidedly interesting.

Carolyn lifted her head up for a brief second and looked in the direction where the stranger had been sitting. Gone. The beach was practically deserted. Even though she knew it was silly, the young bride felt a stab of disappointment.

"Looking for someone, darling?" Don looked up from the magazine he'd been reading.

"No… I was just wondering if that man who sells iced drinks was still there."

"Then you were looking for someone!" Don said lightly.

"Yes, I guess I was," Carolyn admitted, vexed by the entire conversation.

"No, he's gone now," Don said, speaking of the barman who wandered the beach with a small cart during certain hours. "But I'll run up to the main building and get you one. What do you want, another Rum Collins?"

"Yes, yes, that would be fine," Carolyn said, trying to smile pleasantly up at her husband.

She was lying there thinking about what she would say if the stranger came by while Don was up getting her a drink. Still she lay with her eyes closed, digging little patterns into the sand with her feet. It was highly unlikely that he would come by, she decided. He'd probably gone back to the cabana several minutes ago. He was probably swimming in the pool with his wife right now, probably making love to her, or at least wanting to. His wife was pretty, no doubt about it, but Carolyn felt pleased with the thought that her own legs were better than the redhead's. She was just beginning a complete mental comparison, something she often liked to do where other women were concerned, when she felt a presence at her head and a voice spoke down to her.

"Some weather, isn't it. Not a bad day since we came!"

Carolyn looked up with a start. It was him!

The stranger's gray-green eyes gazed curiously down at her while Carolyn struggled to turn over and sit up. She felt at a vague disadvantage having him looking down at her like that while she was lying out flat.

"Oh… you startled me!" she exclaimed, searching for her sunglasses. Sunglasses always made her feel secure, people couldn't tell so well what you were thinking when you wore them. Fitting the glasses over her eyes, she looked up at the tall, good-looking man. "Yes, it is beautiful here, isn't it?"

"On your honeymoon?"

Carolyn did not want to admit that she was, for some reason. But obviously it was not the kind of thing you lied about. "Yes," she replied, "as a matter of fact, I am… that is, we are!"

"Me, too," the man replied. "By the way, my name is Jack Williams."

"Mine is Carolyn Bak… I mean Larsen."

Jack laughed. "Having a hard time getting used to your new name?" he asked.

Carolyn laughed too. She liked him. He made her feel comfortable right away, unlike some men she'd known. "Yes; you men have it easy. You don't have to change your names!"

"Touche. But think of it this way. This is the third time I've given my name away!" Jack was squatting down beside her now, balancing easily on his haunches, his strong muscular body deeply tanned and healthy looking.

"You mean this is the third time you've been married?" Carolyn was astonished.

"Give the little lady a silver dollar!"

Carolyn blushed. Imagine being someone's third wife! But then she thought about it and she realized that she was Don's second wife, after all. Of course his first wife had died, and she assumed that Jack had had two divorces. She wanted to ask, but decided not to. "I'll bet this is your first time out," Jack continued in the same vein.