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A Chance Encounter: Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-05-21 22:22:40 +0000 UTCNeedless to say Mr. Eldridge was all I could think about for the rest of the day. The warm sun, the soft sandy beach, the cerulean blue waters, the sweet fruity rum drinks, the thrumming dance floors, the other hot young singles, none of it could distract me. Nothing could wipe the smile from my face either. Eventually I give up and retire to my room until dinner. He and I had exchanged numbers and every few minutes I found myself tempted to shoot him a text to try to shift our meeting to an earlier time. But I hold out. If seven was good for him it was good for me. I didn’t want to pester him. I had waited this long to see him again I could wait another couple of hours.
Besides, I needed to blow of a bit of steam before we met again. After seeing him I was jittery with jumbled emotions and nervous anticipation. There was only one surefire way I knew to settle myself. Once in the privacy of my room I dig my little pink bullet vibe from out of my luggage and toss it into the middle of the queen sized bed. After slipping out of my beach skirt and bikini I open the curtains and balcony door to let in the natural light and fresh breeze, on the fourth floor as I was nobody could see me anyway.
I continue to marvel at our crossing paths so far from where we’d known each other. What were the chances I would run into him here of all places? Being the level headed woman that I was I knew destiny and fate weren’t real things. But thinking back to the various destinations I had been considering for this trip, and the subsequent decision to come here based mostly on a gut feeling, I couldn’t help but wonder if there had been a guiding hand helping me along. Whether it was some cosmic force or just a wild coincidence didn’t matter a bit. The fact was we had found each other in this place, at this time, and I was deeply thankful for it.
I stand at the balcony door with my arms out, one hand on the frame and the other on the door itself, feeling the warm Caribbean breeze wash over my naked body. I could hear steel drum music and laughter down below. Out beyond a few lower buildings I could make out a bit of the palm lined beach and past that the glimmering azure ocean that stretched on forever. I let out a contented sigh as I take it all in. I could never do this back home in my cramped shared suite that only looked out on the next apartment building across the alleyway. This was money well spent. Especially now. I would have spent it all just for the opportunity to meet Mr. Eldridge again, all the rest of it now felt like a lovely bonus.
Running over our short conversation in my mind I am a bit embarrassed that I ended up blubbering so soon after meeting him but I quickly get past that. It had been an honest and natural expression of my feelings, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me cry before. Having known me through my most turbulent teen years Mr. Eldridge had seen me at my best, at my worst, and everywhere in between. I smile and shake my head. Brian. He told me to call him Brian. I’m not sure I could ever get used that.
I run my hands down my body, over my breasts and then down along my sides and over my hourglass hips to end gripping the sides of my legs. Fuck I was horny all of a sudden. Turning back I return to the bed and slide up onto it. Laying face down I stretch out to feel the smooth cool cotton against my skin. The fresh smell of the sea and the gentle breeze continue to waft in over me from the open balcony.
God it had been surreal seeing him again. In some ways it felt like barely a day had gone by. When he pulled me into that big enveloping hug the years melted away and I was whisked back a decade and transformed into that girl who so idolized the man. Being held gently by his strong arms was something I never thought I would feel again. An embrace by a tall powerful man was always a treat for me, but it was different with him. In his arms I felt truly…safe. And the smell! That spicy aroma of his classic cologne conjured forgotten memories and feelings as clearly as if they happened yesterday. What a hug!
Moving on its own my hand had slid down between my legs.
Alternately, it also felt like an entire lifetime had passed since last we met. So much had changed in my life during the intervening years. It was bizarre interacting with him as an adult for the very first time. A strange dichotomy. All at once we were both as close as family and total strangers. In the blink of an eye I was sharing drinks in a loud bar here in this adult only singles resort with a figure from out of my childhood. My memories of him were purely in a wholesome family atmosphere with him as a parent and me as one of the kids. Going to the movies as a group, little trips all together, being driven to and from school, cooking and sharing meals, and other such things with my “sister” Jessie always at my side. But this out of the blue meeting had been one-on-one and as equals. As adults. Surreal!
“Hahhh.” I sigh as my fingers slowly and firmly rub up and down over my aroused clit. My other hand slides between me and the covers to squeeze my full breast. I try to push the thoughts of Mr. Eldridge from my mind to allow myself to become lost in my usual masturbatory fantasies. However, my imagination refused to cooperate.
As much as I tried to forget it or at least dismiss it as accidental, the moment that stood out most of all was that oh so quick cleavage peek. It lasted barely half a second yet in my mind’s eye I watch it play out over and over again. Never had I caught Mr. Eldridge look at me like that, like a man with instinctive desires looking at an attractive woman, and that was something I certainly would have noticed back in my teens. It wasn’t something I’d ever confess to but I may have had a teeny tiny puppy crush on him in my formative years. One of your typical silly girlish infatuations with an older man. But how could I not? He was…perfect. Caring, dedicated, hard working, successful, tall and well-built, definitely handsome, and strong of character; he was literally everything I wanted in a man. The standard by which I measured every partner against. The high hurdle not one guy had cleared thus far.
“Oh fuck.” I breath. I’d barely gotten started but my pussy was already wet. My sex glowed with a rising pressure. I shift up to turn over and prop my shoulders up on the big overstuffed pillows, my head resting lightly against the headboard. I pick up my small vibe and quickly have it buzzing to life.
I couldn’t help but wonder how he was feeling about our chance encounter. Except for the brief expression of grief when I had brought up Jessica’s funeral, something I would be more careful with going forward, he looked to have been genuinely happy to see me again. The warmth of his smile and the way his eyes lit up on seeing me touched my heart. It was a relief to learn that he had checked in on my graduation year to see how I was doing. It showed he cared. Nothing could erase the hurt I felt at his disappearance from my life but I would do my best not hold that against him. I understood, at least a little, his decision to start anew after his daughter’s passing. His fresh start certainly wasn’t hurting him any. He looked good! He was a bit grayer with a few more wrinkles, his hair a little longer and wilder, he had a bit of that dark scruff that always looked so good on older men, but overall he was tanned, healthy, and looking more fit than I could ever remember.
Damn he looked so fucking fine. The buzzing vibrator rubs in slow circles around my love button. The middle two fingers of my other hand slide into my hot wet slit. “Ohhh yesss.”
Looking at myself in the large wall mirror across from the bed I think about what a shock it would have been for him to see me after all of this time. Not that he saw me like THIS or anything, but still. While he looked mostly the same I had undergone a complete transformation. My bright emerald green eyes, long straight fiery red hair, freckled cheeks, and high arched brows would have been instantly recognizable. But the rest of me was another story entirely. I was a very late bloomer and he hadn’t been there to witness my final growth spurt. The gangly awkward teen he had known had bloomed into a voluptuous curvaceous adult. I was no pin-up girl but I knew I had a sexy sassy girl next door vibe going for me. I could turn heads when I wanted to, and down here in Punta Cana I was striving to do just that. I mean, half the reason I chose a singles resort was to get laid without fear of awkward romantic entanglements.
“Ohhh God. Yeah.” I whisper with rising passion. My hips grind along the rhythm of my thrusting fingers and press the vibe tighter into my clit.
I was dressed to be noticed…and he noticed! I didn’t do it on purpose. Had I thought about it I would have thrown on a top or even wrapped a towel over me, but my whole focus had simply been on talking with him again. I didn’t even consider my state of dress, or lack there of. I must have made him uncomfortable being as scantily clad as I was. No wonder he bowed out so quickly and set our meeting up for a more formal location. Still…no regrets. Had it been different I might not have gotten that titillating little peek.
“Ohhh. Ohhh yeah.” My fingers are wet and slick as I curl in them into my pussy deep and hard. Pulling my arms in I press my big tits together.
Did he like my big tits? Is that why he looked? Did he like my body? Did Mr. Eldridge like the way I had filled out?
“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh God!” My vibe is on full blast as my hand rubs it back and forth furiously.
Did Mr. Eldridge…desire me? Did he think about me like that? Was he in his room…right now…doing what I was doing?
“Fuck…fuck…oh fuck!” I start rocking and grinding against the toy. My breathing fast and shallow.
If only he could see me now! If only he could…if only…! My mind blanks as the blissful building pressure reaches its absolute zenith and I float a moment on the very precipice of climax. My fingers thurst, my hips buck, my vibrator growls against me, my mind’s eye focused on a single ruggedly handsome face. RELEASE!
In the throes of a white hot body wracking orgasm I throw my head back and cry out. “DADDY!!!”
