But he was also a young man in the prime of his youth, as was she a most comely young woman indeed. He gave her a smile and then looked down at his cock. It rose to greet the maid and the blonde smiled wide even as she removed what little clothing she still wore.
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Story 13
The man was younger, much younger than her. She needed this; of that much Helen was sure. She looked into his sharp green eyes as they made one more sweep before the band. The music was perfect. They were perfect. She hadn’t felt this alive in years, and she couldn’t wait for what the rest of the evening promised.
“Shall we go upstairs?” Her young date whispered into her ear, nibbling at the diamond studded earring.
A pleasant shiver coursed through her body, making that familiar feeling of excitement and apprehension bring back memories of years gone by. “Yes, let’s.” She whispered back just as eagerly.
He swept her off her feet over the last three steps and all the way to the room he had booked at the hotel for this date. His strong muscular arms and chest felt wonderful against her yielding body. She had her arms around his neck and her face buried under his chin as he opened the door. They fell on the bed, clawing and tearing at each other. Helen wanted every inch of his hard young body. She stripped him off all his clothes and reached for his cock. It felt so hard and virile in her hand, reminding her somewhat of Harold’s, her ex-husband. It felt just like his, about the size and girth of her skillet handle, but oh, so much harder than her ex-husband ever could be.
Her own designer dress lay in a heap on the carpet as she dropped to her knees and hungrily popped the young man’s erection into her mouth. She heard his groan of pleasure; it sent a thrill all through her. How long had it been since she had heard a man’s throaty groan with her going down on him. She had the entire five inches down her throat, feeling it pulse and throb inside. His hands were all over her hair and shoulders, dipping down to her full bare breasts from time to time. It had been a while, a long while, since she had something this hard and alive to play with. She could keep sucking on it for hours.
But the young man and other ideas as he pulled her up to her feet and kissed her on the mouth. She sucked on his tongue, letting him get a taste of his own arousal. She felt his hands roam down from her breasts over her belly and down to the sopping heat between her thighs. He pushed her down on the bed, and she heard him fumbling around. Then he was on top of her, pushing his cock inside her welcoming wetness. The familiar sensation of a condom covered cock entering her brought back memories of her younger days. Her husband had never used one, whenever they had sex, if it could be called such.
Helen grabbed at her younger lover’s head, pulling it over her aching breasts as she felt his cock slide all the way inside. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, anticipating the relentless pounding she was going to get from this young bull. He obliged, slamming in hard against her body and making her gasp. One-two-three humps and then she heard him gasp and grunt before he held her tight and stiffened up. The strange sensation she felt inside her pussy told her that he was orgasming into the condom. She looked at him, feeling a little confused. His grunts subsided as did the tension of his body against hers. To her utter shock, her lover pulled out of her and turned around to lie on his back, gasping and sighing. His face had a look of contentment and bliss with his eyes closed and his body relaxed. His young cock, still wrapped in the condom, receded a few inches, looking no bigger than her thumb.
“What? Is this it?” Helen tried hard to keep the rising disappointment down. “Aren’t you going to… try again?”
“Huh…” He opened his eyes. “Oh, sorry, babe… I’m all done for the night. Maybe another time.”
Helen ears felt burning hot. She couldn’t believe she was hearing this, from a man so young and handsome. Feeling like a fool now, she couldn’t comprehend why she had allowed Gail Spence, her best friend for thirty years, talk her into doing this. This blind date with a younger man she had never seen before. But that was what a blind date was; she tried telling herself, an escapade with someone you’ve never met before. The adventure was in the thrill-seeking of the mysterious experience. She was certainly wound up when she met Gavin. He was younger by ten years and very good looking, almost movie star good. His sense of style impressed her, as did his mannerism and his humor. They had such a good time, a fancy dinner at posh hotel, the elegant dancing and then the thrill of anticipation for more.
“Is this how you do it, Gavin?” She didn’t hide her frustration.
“What do you mean?” He asked, tetchily. “We wanted a fuck and we got one.”
“One of us did.” Helen ground her teeth audibly. “You should have mentioned your lack of… ability?”
“Wha… I most certainly do not lack anything.” He sat up and glared at her defiantly. “I got very excited, and now I’m tired. That’s all.”
“I don’t believe this.” Helen got off the bed and grabbed her dress off the floor. “Well, I want to leave.”
“Alrighty, good night.” He drawled sleepily.
“What do you mean?” She looked at him wide eyed as she hastily dressed herself. “You’re going to take me home…”
“No, I’m going to get some sleep. I paid good money for this room till the morning.” He turned away from her. “Call yourself a cab. Take care and good night.”
She was sure steam was jetting out of her ears just then. Controlling herself from hurling a jar of fruit juice at him, Helen put on her shoes and walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open behind her. She took two steps at a time down the wide carpeted stairwell and quickly stepped outside the hotel. It was ten minutes past ten on the timer on her phone. She dialed for Gail Spence as she walked briskly along the driveway of the hotel.
“Get over here and take me home.” She barked into the phone even before her friend could greet her.
“Helen? What the…” She disconnected before Gail could say another word.
A half hour later the blue Volvo Gail owned pulled up beside her. The door opened and a visibly concerned blonde stepped out and walked over to her. Helen stood her ground, arms across her chest and her lips pursed in a tight frown.
“Ohmigod.” Gail grabbed her by the shoulders. “What happened? Did Gavin stand you up?”
“Worse.” Helen gnashed her teeth and gave her best friend the quick version of the very short blind date.
“Holy mother of…” Her best friend palmed her own face. “Is he still in there…? I’m going to give him a piece of…”
“Never mind him.” Helen grabbed the blonde’s slender arm. “I don’t want to even think this ever happened. Take me home. Now.”
“God, Helen.” Gail shook her head as they got into the car. “I’d never have even… shit, I’m so sorry to have…”
“Just drive, I need a long soak in the tub… to get over this.”
“Yes, yes… of course.”
An hour later, feeling cozy and comfortable in a warm bubble bath, Helen sighed deeply and sipped the martini Gail made for her. Her best friend sat across the bathroom floor and sipped on a glass of white rum and fruit juice. She had an apologetic look on her face, making Helen feel sorry for having yelled at her like that in public.
“I know you only want the best for me, Gail.” She said with a deep sigh. “But I guess I’m just doomed to have these shitty experiences when it comes to sex and relationships.”
“Well, if you give in to that kind of thinking…” Her best friend shrugged. “Not very the Hell’s Kitten Helen I know of…”
“What else am I to expect, Gail?” She was exasperated beyond measure.
“Nothing’s ever worked out for me… not even in high school, and college was even worse. ‘Hell’s Kitten Helen’ was just a farce, an image that I kept to feel cool about myself. It was plain stupid… and that’s why I married the first guy who asked me. Was I desperate? Hell, yeah! Am I desperate now… fuck, I don’t know…? I don’t know what to expect any more.”
“Your desperation was just in your mind, honey.” Gail had her tone smooth, with no emotional wavering. “You never needed that marriage. And it lasted way too long. But now you are free, free of the prison that you wanted to cling to.”
“Gail, you’ve been my best friend for thirty years, ever since we were nine.” Helen exhaled deeply, making bubbles float up from the water around her. “You know me better than anyone, even my parents… hell, you know me better than I know myself.”
“Shucks, and that’s why you were convinced this blind date would work.” The blonde hung her head between her knees. “I guess I mislead you there…”
“Not just you, I was way too eager to get on with life after this shitty divorce.” Helen gave her friend an apologetic laugh. “Harold was everything a woman would NOT want in a husband, and it bleeding took me more than fifteen years to work that out.”
“Nothing else can you do, when you stay in denial.” Gail said.
“Hope was what kept me going,” was Helen’s defense. “Hope for things to get better.”
“And hope was also the restraints that kept you locked up in this prison of a marriage.” Her best friend laughed without mirth. “But now you are free, Helen. You are free to spread your wings out wide. Now you can fly again.”
“That’s just what you said before setting up this blind date for me.”
“Guess that was one of those things that were meant to go wrong.” Gail exhaled deeply. “But I’m going to make it up to you, Helen. I’ll think something up… something good.”
“As long as it’s not another blind date.”
“Once bitten…” Her best friend laughed and drained her rum and fruit juice cocktail drink.
* * * * *
“Rio Di Janeiro!” Helen gasped as she stepped out of the airport and into the driveway.
“Here we are, baby.” Gail put her arm around her and laughed. “The hot and sexy beaches of Brazil.”
“I’m so glad we’re doing this.” Helen gushed. “I mean, you’re doing this… for me. Never in my craziest dreams would I have considered coming here.”
“Ah, I owe you for last week’s fuckup, babe.” Gail pooh-poohed her off. “And besides I need the vacation too, from work and home.”
“How did you get Cary to agree…?”
“Cary and I have an arrangement; let’s say… we’re married with benefits.”
“You can’t mean what I think you mean, Gail.” Helen had an astonished look on her face.
“Indeed, I do.” Her best friend laughed. “And it’s kept our marriage healthy and interesting.”
“Good grief!” Helen felt the heat rising in her cheeks. “I can’t even imagine anything like this with Harold.”
“Harold’s the past, dead and buried… forget him.”
“Oh, I have… I have.” She shook her dark haired head. “But, are you… I mean, you’re going to hook up with some…”
“That’s not really the plan, but I won’t shy away if anything like that happens.”
“Wow!” Helen was beyond bemused at that instant. “I really envy you now, Gail.”
“Enough about me, we’re here on this holiday for you.” Her best friend waved at the exciting atmosphere all around them. “They’ve got everything here, surfing, sailing, skydiving… everything… and look at all those gorgeous hunks everywhere.”
“I see them, Gail.” Helen nodded, feeling the excitement ebb and flow inside her. “But I don’t think I can… bring myself to…”
“Hey, this is your holiday, baby.” Gail linked her arm in hers and began walking toward their pick-up from the hotel. “Anything you want, you do… if you don’t think you need to find anyone here, no need to. Just let your hair down and have fun.”
“Yeah, that’s something I really need to do.” Helen nodded and stepped into the wide open top jeep from the hotel.
“And I’ve been saving the best for last, Bestie…” Gail laughed and made a flourish. “I’ve booked us up for a very exclusive and exotic message therapy session.”
“A massage…?” Helen gasped and held onto her sun hat as the vehicle picked up speed.
“Yes!” The blonde replied excitedly. “I’ve heard quite a bit about them… and everything extremely positive and enticing. So we’re getting ours tomorrow.”
“But… Gail, they must cost a fortune.”
“Hel, I said before… it’s all on me, you’re just here to relax and enjoy yourself.”
“But these massages… you say its exclusive and exotic… in what way?”
“I hear they’re as good as having sex, without all the stress and frustration of a relationship.”
“What?” Helen almost lost her hat to the wind. “I’m not going to let some stranger manhandle my body…”
“They’re professionals, Helen.” Gail replied with a snort. “And besides, you already let a stranger manhandle you…”
“Oh, god!” She glared at her best friend. “You don’t have to remind me about last week’s blind…”
“I’m talking about your damned marriage to that jerk.” The blonde stuck out her tongue.
“Oh!” Helen felt the hot flush of embarrassment flood her cheeks. “Well, you do have a point there.”
“Yeah, but never mind that, girl.” Gail smiled wide. “Here we are at our bright and sunny hotel for five days of fun and frolic.”
Helen couldn’t help admiring the beautiful holiday resort they were going to spend the next few days in. It had everything one would wish for to make a perfect getaway. The rooms were independent and spacious little cottages and the entire resort was one huge garden dotted with pools and eateries. She felt like a kindergartener on her first day in the playroom.
“This is heaven…” She could just gasp.
“Come on… let’s enjoy every moment that we are here.” Gail said as she tipped the porter.
And enjoy they did. Swimming, surfing, exploring coral reefs, sunning on the beach in scandalous little bits of swimwear and basking in the glory of the warm sunshine and the admiring looks of hunks of every size, style and ethnicity. And that was just the first day.
When Helen woke up the next day, she felt relaxed, refreshed and invigorated instead of the tired and worn out state she had feared she would be. She could smell something exotic being prepared for breakfast in the private kitchen by the private staff that came with every one of these cottage like rooms.
“Ready for another day in paradise?” Gail’s cheery voice made her look up.
She nodded and stretched languorously on the bed. “I am more ready to chow down on what that delicious aroma all around us is coming from.”
“That’s a very special Brazilian breakfast.” Gail nodded and plopped down on the bed beside her. “A crazy mix of corn and tropical fruits, with beef, chicken and bacon. Come on, let’s get energized for another rush at the beach, and then, before dinnertime… unwind with that mmmhh-licious massage special this place is on the map for.”
“Oh!” Helen inhaled sharply. “I’d forgotten all about that… do I really need to…”
“You damn well know you do…” Her best friend scowled. “That’s the whole idea of doing this, Hel… I promise you, it’ll be the time of your life.”
“Oh, I do hope so…” Helen scratched her left eyebrow. “But given my rotten track record…”
“That’s all going to change, darlin’.” Gail laughed and grabbed her wrist. “Now come on, before my belly eats its way out of me.”
The whole day breezed by for Helen. The beach was the most fun place ever. They went paragliding, sailing on surfboards and even snork
eling. She had never had so much fun and excitement even in her teens. And every where she looked, specimens of male perfection filled her vision. Powerful and muscular bodies, chocolate brown to caramel tanned, huge and bulging to tight and sinewy, it all had her blood boiling and she was thankful that there was enough water around to keep her wet all over all the time. And then before she knew it, Gail was dragging her back to the resort for the specialty of the place, the sensuous satisfying massage session.
Given her current condition of arousal, Helen had little if any inhibitions about the massage and was actually looking forward to it. By the sound of it she could guess that a state of undress would be the norm for the session, but then she was an experienced woman when it came to such matters. She had been naked in the presence of others before; well, at least her husband and the few other men with whom she had ventured to go down that path. Helen could count those instances on one hand.
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