Urban Erotica Fantasy - Martine

Title: Weekend at the beach
Author: Martine Lewis
Copyright © 2002 by Martine Lewis
E-mail: Lewis_martine@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two lovers meet each other after three years apart.
Distribution: If you want it, you need to ask for it. This is COPYRIGHT, which means I will sue you if you don\'t ask for my permission to use it.
Dedication: Je te la dédie, à toi qui sait qui tu es. Cette histoire est pour nous, parce que je nous ai jamais laissé la chance d\'être… et peut-être aurais-je dû…


A few years ago, before I moved to Maryland, I met this guy. He was one of my father\'s friends. They were both working the same job but not for the same company. Even if he was my father\'s friend, he was my age.
I remember the first time I saw him. He was sitting in our living room, at the top of the stairway, just in front of my father. They were talking about fishing. I remember going back downstairs to my sister\'s bedroom.
\"Bé! Have you seen the guy upstairs who\'s talking with Dad?\"
We went upstairs for some futile reason and when we were back in her bedroom, we both concluded that he was awfully cute, and worth pursuing, which I did.
I do not remember how we came in contact with one another - maybe he does - but I recall having this conversation with him, on the internet and then on the phone about our very particular view on sex. That was a wild talk and, one thing leading to another, he was by my house at 11:30 pm that night. I left with him, careful not to wake my parents who were sleeping upstairs.
We drove all over the country side, before finding our way to his dorm room. Needless to say, that was a lot of fun.
3 1/2 years later, I was in Florida when I saw his name pump up on ICQ. I hesitated. The previous time I had sent him an ICQ message, I didn\'t get any answers… but it could have been his 2 years girlfriend. Yes, he had a girlfriend. When my father had told me about it about 1 year after I left, I was very very sad… I had loved the guy…
I finally decided to send him a message… and he answered. I think he was surprised that, after all these years, I was sending him a note, that I had kept him in my ICQ contact list.
I found out, that day, that he remembered everything we had done together, and a lot more than me. Surprised by all the details he was giving me, I asked him if he ever had a crush on me… and he did.
I was devastated.
The guy that I always somewhat regret to have left behind because \"maybe\" actually had a crush on me. I never thought he did, because about a week before I left, he didn\'t pick me up at the bus terminal, like he told me he would. I was mad and hurt. I had paged him and he hadn\'t called back. That\'s when I thought that what we had was only a fling for him, like it really was supposed to be for both of us. I don\'t remember having seen him after that and, at the end of August, I left.
This discovery awoke memories in both of us. I was still thinking about him from time to time, and so was he. In fact, he was thinking about me the week before. And we decided, that night, that we would see each other again.
The next four weeks were pretty quiet. My mother and aunt came to visit me in my Florida paradise, and I barely had anytime to go on the Internet. We just e-mailed, from time to time, little e-mails reminding the other that we were still alive and thinking about one another.
My mom and aunt had been gone for almost a week, that Monday night, when I came home after my doctor appointment. I was exhausted and I didn\'t feel that well. This appointment with my new doctor\'s questions had reminded me how pathetic my life was.
As usual, that night, I logged on my computer around 6 PM and read my messages for a while. I receive about 100 e-mails a day from all the different groups I signed on, and it always take me some time to go through all of them.
I was halfway through when I got an ICQ message. He had logged on, and he was asking me to chat. Of course, I accepted. And that\'s when we planned it, our little getaway weekend.
We had talked about seeing each other again when I would be back at my parents house for vacation, but it was almost a year away, if I was to go at all. I was going through immigration at the time, and travelling outside the country was not something to consider. So, that night, we decided that we could not wait that long. We had unfinished business to take care of and waiting that long was simply not something we wanted to do. So, he proposed that we meet somewhere in the States, one weekend during summer.
The idea reminded me so much of a story I had heard before, of a couple who, once a year, at the same date, would meet at an hotel somewhere, only to be with each other. And I was thrilled. I really wanted to see him again.
So we planned to meet in Massachusetts, Cape Cod. He would drive there from Quebec, and I would fly from Florida. We were both scheduled to arrive the same day, and we were to meet at the Inn which I had found through the internet and he had reserved.
I landed in Boston around 2 o\'clock, rented a car, and drove to our little getaway location. I was so horribly nervous that I had barely slept the night before, and my stomach was at the back of my throat since I was out of the airplane.
The thing I was the most afraid of was that he wouldn\'t come. I still remembered, in the back of my mind, that time when he didn\'t pick me at the Bus Station, and even if he had explained himself, this memory was still painfully fresh to me. I think he never really realized how much it had hurt, or how much him picking me up would have meant to me.
So I got in the car, and about 1 1/2 hours later, I arrived at our Inn. I was early. I came in and got the key, pretending to be his wife (reservations were under his name). I got to the room and sat on the queen size bed. The room was not big but it was cozy. Sunlight was filtering through a big window which faced the Atlantic Ocean. It was the most important thing about this room: it was facing the Ocean. The sound of the waves had an incredible soothing effect on me, and it reminded me of my North Carolina, Outbanks escapade 2 years back.
I stood up after a few minutes and, with my suitcase, I went to the bathroom to take a long relaxing shower. It was almost 5 o\'clock by the time I was done, but I didn\'t feel like eating. I was simply to nervous.
I put my light beach dress on and my sandals, and went to the beach where the waves were crashing on the sand. The sand was hot, but the ocean water was cooling it beautifully. And the salt water smelled so good.
A particular big wave came to shore, splashing high on my thighs, watering the bottom of my short dress. I let my hand float on the water for as long as the water was high enough, and the water washed away. I couldn\'t resist the urge to bring my fingers to my tongue, tasting the salty water.
I then realized that I was further from the beach than I should, so I walked back up on the sand, letting the setting sun warm up my wet legs.
An half hour later, I turned around and walked back towards the Inn, facing the setting sun. The air was still warm on my skin and I relaxed a little, releasing the tension of the trip and the wait.
I was almost at the Inn when I saw someone walk slowly towards me. The sun didn\'t allow me to recognize him at first, but I knew it was him.
I walked to him, stopping a dozen feet from him, and our eyes met.
At this time, I became horribly self conscious. How would he find me? What would he think of me? I had gained some pounds when I moved to Maryland and had been fighting hard to loose them for some times now, but it was not an easy feat. I looked at his muscled lean body and I felt so inadequate. My wet hair were unruly, flying on the incessant ocean wind, and I didn\'t have any make-up on. Even if he had never seen me with any, I felt it was important for me to have some on now. I could feel his eyes on me, and I wished he wouldn\'t be turned off by my extra 20 pounds or so.
\"You\'re as beautiful as I remember you,\" he murmured.
If I hadn\'t looked at his face, I would not have heard what he said, and his very comforting words would have been blown away by the wind.
I smiled.
\"Are you hungry?\" he asked with a grin.
\"Yeah!\" I answered shyly.
Now that he was here, really here, I could feel the hunger in me. It was about 6 o\'clock now, and I barely had anything to eat all day.
He offered me his hand, and in silence, we walked towards the Inn to get ready for dinner.
We went to a small local restaurant. It was crowded and busy but we could care less. We had a lot of catching up to do. We talked, all along dinner, about our lives apart from one another, our jobs, and our feelings while we were together, so many years ago. Our time together had been short but it had been a lot more serious and intense for each one of us, more then the other had ever suspected. And I wondered if I had knew, if I would have left or come back to him as soon as he was back from his foreign mission.
We finished to eat and I paid. I insisted on it since he was paying for the room. It was only fair of me to pay for everything else that weekend. When we walked out of the restaurant, it was dark outside. Since basically everything in Cape Cod is along the sea, we could hear the waves and it calmed me. I was nervous, I knew what was to come.
We drove quietly to the Inn, both enjoying the other\'s presence. I was anxious to touch him again, to feel touched by him, but knowing it would not be everyday for the rest of my life pinched my heart somewhat.
And I brought myself back to the present, because the present was the only thing I had.
We got back to the Inn and got out of the car. I closed the door and looked at it, taking a deep breath to steady myself. I looked at him and he smiled shyly, offering me his hand. I walked to him and took it, and we walked together in the Inn, towards our room.
He opened the door and let me in. I took my sandals out and waited to see what would happen next. He walked in and closed the door, locking it. He took of his shoes and then, in the dark, he looked at me. He took my hand and brought me towards the bed. I was so nervous, I didn\'t know what to do.
He took my face in his hands and kissed me gently, once, twice, and then more passionately. I felt his hand going from my cheeks to my shoulders and then to the buttons of my dress. He had a thing for buttons and, when I packed for our weekend, I was careful to bring only tops that had buttons, except for my bathrobe which had a belt. I felt his hand unbutton each one of the 20 or so buttons, and my dress was finally open. He made it fall to the floor and I was standing in front of him, only in my bra and panties. He looked at me, lighten by the little light that was coming from outside and I wished he wasn\'t disappointed. My breasts were a little bigger than the last time we were together because of my weight gain, and I cruelly missed my size B breasts. But he didn\'t seem to mind at all.
It was my turn to want to see more of him, more of his tanned skin. I pulled his shirt from his bermuda shorts and pulled it over his head. He didn\'t really give me time to contemplate him very long but I didn\'t mind since his lips had found my neck and he was now kissing me. My shaky hands found their way to his belt and I unbuckled it. I knew what was to come and I couldn\'t wait anymore. As soon as the belt was unbuckled, I opened his shorts and pushed them down, pushing down his underwear as well, liberating his erected sex.
His hands were on my bra, pulling it open and taking it away. Gently, he pushed me on the bed and I followed his lead. He threw his shorts away and kneeled on the bed, between my open legs, admiring me. He then painfully slowly pulled my panties down, and tossed them away. He caressed my inner thighs, close to my wet sex, looking at me with desire radiating from his feature. He wanted to taste me… I knew because it was one of the things he liked to do the most in bed. And he brought his lips to my sex and I felt his tongue on my clitoris.
I gasped, biting my hand with pleasure, bringing my other hand to his hair. It felt so good, I didn\'t remember how good a man tongue could feel on me. And he licked me again and again, until my inner sex hurt with needs. I was almost at my climax when he plunged two fingers inside of me. And I came, hard, moaning against the hand.
He stopped licking me just before it became painful and I felt him take position over me. He kissed me and I could task myself on his lips. I could care less.
I was just enjoying the afterglow of my climax when I felt him slowly pushing inside of me. I moaned with pleasure against his mouth. If felt so good to feel a man inside of me, to feel him inside of me. It had been quite a while since I had felt someone in me and the feeling was incredible, hard, soft, warm and right. He began to move in me and I didn\'t know if I would be able to last for long. My breath was already ragged and I could barely feel my face. My hands were on his chest, and his eyes were on my face, admiring the look of pleasure he was putting there.
The feeling was incredible, so soothing, so warm. And I came, almost immediately, grabbing and squeezing his muscled arms, and groaning with pleasure.
He grinned at me with satisfaction and continued to move inside of me. Seeing his grin, I laugh shyly, almost embarrassed at my total lack of restraint. But he didn\'t seem to mind. It was obvious that he took as much pleasure at seeing me come as if he was coming himself.
He continued to move in me, slowly, languorously, and feeling another climatic tension build in me, I hope he would move a little faster. I brought my hands to his butt and pushed him inside of me, increasing the rhythm The tension was getting strong in my core, and I could hear him begin to moan, the tension also building in him. Hearing him about to find his release brought me over the edge, and I felt my inner muscles contract erratically around his hard sex. Moaning, I came for a third time, enjoying every seconds of the powerful sensation. He came, a few seconds after, moaning against my neck, shooting his seeds inside of me.
Slowly, he brought down his weight on me, and I enjoyed the feeling of him against my body. I felt his sex lose its rigidity and slowly slip out of me. He was looking at me, and kissing my face gently while relaxing in the afterglow of our love making. He kissed me one last time and rolled on his back, pulling me against him. I laid my head on his arm, being careful not to cut his circulation, and brought my leg across his. I caressed his chest gently, satisfied and fulfilled. We were both tired from our trip and I knew we wouldn\'t do anything else that Friday night. It was okay, we had the entire weekend ahead of us.
Happy that I would finally spend the night in his arms, like I wish I had so many years ago, I let sleep claim me, content.
***
His hand, caressing my naked back woke me up the next morning. Not used to share my bed with anybody, I had slipped in and out of sleep most of the night, but it was okay, I was happy.
When he realized I was awake, he gently pushed me on my back and took position over me, his already fully erected sex probing and begging my sex for entrance. This unexpected awakening, his obvious desire, and his soft pressure on my clitoris awaken the desire in my core and I began to respond to him, producing the necessary lubricant to facilitate his entry. And slowly, he filed me, bringing moans of pleasure to my lips. This was Heaven.
He began to slowly move inside of me, and I bit my lower lips to prevent another moan from escaping. He was looking at me, almost curious, to see, in the morning light, every expressions that crossed my face.
Suddenly, changing his slow and languorous movements, he thrust harder and I gasped with surprise and pleasure. It was just divine to have him here, with me, inside of me… It was better than anything I could remember.
I don\'t know how long we made love that morning, but when we came, I was spent and famished.
We took a quick shower together, washing and caressing each other\'s body. We got dress and went to eat at a restaurant nearby.
We spent the entire weekend like this, having sex when we felt like it, going out to eat when we needed to, and spending lazy hours at the beach in between.
I was in paradise
But every good thing has an end.
It was early Monday morning and I had to drive to the airport to catch my plane back to Florida. We had made love so many times in the past two days that my sex was raw and on fire. I knew it would take me a few days before the irritation goes away, but it had all been worth it.
I had had two days to be reminded what I had left behind and what I should not have left.
After we had put our luggage back in our respective cars, we looked at each other for a moment, not really knowing what to say. We had come here to get some closure but obviously, we could not get any. We didn\'t know if we were meant to be and again, we didn\'t give ourselves the chance to see.
He kissed me fully, passionately, and left. As he drove away in his car, my eyes watered.
I never told him he was the only man who made me want to have his children.