Milestone day 3 by iamscrwd

Milestone day 3 by iamscrwd

No looking back as adventure is paramount , For the second day in a row I woke up with having to gain my consciousness while attempting to clear my vision through the fog from a bit of too much imbibing.

Thought for a second that maybe I was falling into the clutches of alcoholism, and then shook that idea off rationalizing that yesterday was my birthday, I deserved it.

The thought of an unexpected consequence from my self-induced birthday present just flew through my mind, wondered for a second if there was a doctor who could prescribe a dose of morning after pill around.

But after the initial fog dissipated, I felt good…a touch of my slightly swollen labia brought a satisfying smile to my face.

Maybe I could save my son from having to satisfy my urges…as long as other…err, targets are available. Then again…my sinister gremlin whispered in my ear…maybe not!

For the first time since arriving at the resort, I actually had a few hours that did not predicate the hunting for sexual opportunities. Kind of took a break, gave my libido a rest. Explored the resort away from the neighboring den of iniquity. The beach on the other side of the land spit was pristine, filled with tourists, young and old, all in a euphoric state. A sense of contentment washed over me.

That contentment was interrupted by the feeling of an intruder upon my space as a shadow washed across me.

It was the guy from last night.

I did not want to see him…never again; he served his purpose last night…good riddance.

Just as I was getting ready to tell him to go back to his wife…I did not have to. She arrived in force. Angrily getting his attention with a hard smack to his face, then pushing him hard in the direction of resort. Screaming, mostly towards me, “Get your sorry ass away from that whore!”

My smile broke into a chuckle.

Her hands went to her hips and if eyes could kill, I would have been tulip food in a heartbeat.

Could not help myself. I raised my hand using my thumb and forefinger illustrated a gap purposely exaggeratedly short to imply her husband had an inconsequential dick. I shrugged and jerked my head in his direction.

She flustered, turned bright red…then her expression passed into a slight confused look.
In a surprising flip, she said, not with anger, but with a slight degree of humor, “Well it might be small…but it is mine”.

I let out a small laugh. “Yeah…it is all yours…don’t worry”.

Somehow, with the absence of her husband, yet maybe because of a mutual knowledge regarding her husband…there was a smidgen of bond, an understanding, an opening of a channel.

“Is it really that small?”

Should I tell her the truth? Or let her believe it really is that small, because in actuality he was just shy of average from what I could tell. Bigger than my husband, for sure…but much smaller than…have to stop thinking about him that way, you know whom.

“Well…” was all that came out of my mouth.

“Yeah…maybe I guess it is. My friends husband seems to fill out his swim suit much more than my husband.” She said almost whimsically, a wishful tone injected.

Then in another surprise, she stuck out her hand and introduced herself…Her name was Cara and she started to say her husband’s name.

I quickly put up my hand to stop her.

A brilliant smile shot across her face…she immediately knew my intention.

“I know now that it will not happen again…at least with my husband”.

I nodded…she smiled more confidently.

As if I was wearing a priests robe, Cara began telling me things I did not really need to hear.

Cara picked this place…and had intentions of trying to possibly seduce her friend’s husband. She has had fantasies about him since they had gotten married. She had hoped that her friend would have too. Cara stumbled a bit…that her husband might have made a move on her friend. That might have given Cara an opening to validate her own intentions.

Her insecurities came through has she went on, she felt her friends husband was not really noticing her…maybe she was not attractive enough.

From my observation, Cara had no reason to think that. She was thin, athletic, and even though she was not well endowed in the breast category, they were enough to fill her bikini top. Her face more than made up for it, pert nose, high cheekbones, and large brown eyes. She was very attractive.

“I do not think that there is a male on this island that would not find you attractive…” and then I threw in, “sexually attractive”.

Her smile broadened.

“How do you do it?” She caught the raising of my eyebrow, “ I mean…last night…you uh…my husband…”

I laughed and then said, “It was my birthday, a lot of liquid courage, and …to be honest I was extremely horny!”

Cara laughed, “Well then happy birthday…will take no offense, consider it was a present last night.”

I didn’t…my fantasy was to take what I wanted…and I did. Cara or no Cara.

She continued. Cara was the reason they went next door last night. It was her curiosity…that just maybe she would be the recipient of an exciting dalliance. Not her husband…she was more jealous than hurt.

I asked her if she would like to tour the facility next door.

She was taken back…almost surprised, but noticeably interested.

I explained that I had joined as a guest yesterday and was allowed to sponsor a visitor.

Cara nodded…then, “isn’t it nude?”

“Yep…don’t worry you’ll fit in…you’ll be fine”.

She thought for a minute, then cast her eyes towards her husband who was still in a look of shock as if expecting to be beaten for his indiscretions last night. He was standing talking to what I assumed was Cara’s friend and her friend’s husband.

“Let me go tell them that we want to hash out the misunderstanding of last night…in private. Then can you take me?”

“Ok”

Cara went over and with false angry animation towards her husband, but with a contemplative demeanor towards the others, apparently explained the reason she and I were going to have a personal one on one discussion.

It must have worked. Cara was back in a flash.

Since we had to pass right by my room on the way to the hedonist gate, thought it might be easier on Cara to don a robe.

Youth has its virtues and when Cara took off her bikini I could see that her petite frame would be in demand…lucky to be five foot two at the most and could not tip the scales much over a hundred pounds, her small maybe “B” size tits stuck out without any indication of gravity…whereas mine fought a slowly defeating battle.

Don’t get me wrong…mine might have lost a half an inch or so and still do not slide of my chest when lying on my back. But…youth to be served, it is obvious Cara’s small breasts almost defeated gravity.

“I wish that I had boobs like you” Cara commented as she checked me out.

“Not always an asset…takes work to keep them from sliding down, but thank you.” I always enjoyed a compliment.

It was not lost on me that modesty was no longer my initial reaction.

We wrapped the house robes around us and headed to the gate.

Just inside the gate, there were a series of hooks. A place to hang our robes, or whatever clothing a person might have on.

I had no problem shedding my robe, Cara seemed a little hesitant, yet a nervous look around must have convinced her that she would stand out more with the robe on.

Off it came.

Almost immediately from a quick cursory glance that the resort had quite a few additional patrons this afternoon. Apparently with the weekend starting the clientele increased. My thought was, more meat!

Went over to check in and did the quick intro of Cara to Denise and as Cara went through the administration paper work, I took an opportunity to scan the area.

The male-female ratio definitely was impacted, still more female, but it had to be very close. Some interesting, some not, but most of those that were had red bands, especially the younger ones. The ones my attention seemed to be drawn to.

Cara finished up and donned a green band, my guess she was on the pill and any encounter was a go. Good for her, if she was able to over come shyness and inhibition, I was sure she would realize her intentions fairly quickly.

Do not get the idea that sex was the only purpose of this facility, might be the primary underlying activity, but the premise was being comfortable in an unfettered, nude social gathering. Even if it was my driven goal…my bucket list.

Cara acted like a child at Disneyland, her head swiveling from side to side as if she was trying to not miss any sight. She had a look of wonderment on her face. I was captivated by her expression.

Then her head stopped, her eyes opened wide, her lips forming an “O”.

I followed her line of vision…right to the biggest hunk of man meat I had ever seen…even in pictures.

If this guy’s cock would have a hand attached to it, it would have been an arm. It was that big. The flaccid girth was bigger than my wrist. Hanging there it extended almost to mid thigh.

I might have gawked for a couple seconds, but unfortunately that huge cock was attached to a body that did not warrant any desire from my standpoint.

Do not get the wrong idea, I do harbor very strong fantasies of inter racial sex, especially with a huge cock like that. But, since I spent the majority of my life maintaining decorum of physical fitness, seeing that soft, round body, especially the huge beer belly just turned me off. Still, after a quick calculation, figured that cock was at least all of nine inches long and thick as a coke can.

Even if he lost fifty or so pounds, I would still have to challenge myself to overcome the other fact. He was at least ten years older than me…and my desires leaned in the other direction. And of course…he had a red band.

Cara on the other hand…she was almost drooling. She elbowed me as if I was not paying attention. She asked how to get introduced as if I had met this guy.

I looked back up to him, he was staring directly at us, his large, round, and dark face broke with a huge white smile. Do not know the smile was for both of us, me, or just Cara. Then again, just over his shoulder in the distance I saw Mary Anne talking with a gentleman much more interesting to me.