Greetings fans of my writing... (this marks my 100th post on OCC). Do I get a prize? HA!
It has been far too long. I do not have a good reason for my absence, but can assure you I come bearing the gift of a story. Sometimes, one just gets busy and I found myself just checking in once and while on here and not contributing. However, I'm back with a story. Thank you to the few who reached out to see if I, Cate, or Jenny Red were alive. We all are and doing well.
My story involves my wife (who I am still happily married too) and some new and old names. I still cannot show our pictures or reveal anything else about us, but I WILL show off some photos of one or more of our guests. In prior posts I've shared just about all the important physical details about us you could want. This story like another revolves around previous shared story that incorporates this thread:
https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=185525
I'll get right with the story as you all want that and NOT me rambling...
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I had been putting a lot of time in at the gym per my wife and old friend Aaron. Aaron has moved and it is not longer feasible for him to drive to the specific gym I go to so we stopped lifting together. As per my wife, it is too inconsistent with our jobs on meeting up since we do not work the same exact shifts (close, but no cigar!).
So I have been going on my own and putting in the work solo daily. I got into a routine and after about a month the girl who worked at the counter said, "Man, you are here every day? That's awesome keep going!" I said thank you and realized she talked to a lot of the people who came in saying, "Hi", "Hey, how are you?", or something of the same wording. I got to know her name as "Alana". Alana is a tall drink of water at 5'10" and thin. She has long dark brown hair and dark eyes. She has a Hispanic look to her, but is essentially a jeans and t-shirt girl.
At 20 (when I met her) she is young, but yet mature.
In a few more weeks, Alana and I talked a little more at the front desk. She complained that she didn't always have someone to help her and push her. I like having that too, so we agreed to work out a few times together.
After the first time, we were both hooked and she shared some floor exercises (planking was one...) and I pushed her with weights and especially cardio. It is was very innocent and any flirting was minimal. We would work out together once a week and then it would change to twice. Througout this past summer we would work out as many as three times a week together even though I was there pretty much daily.
My friend Aaron told me it was odd and I was 'robbing the cradle". I chuckled back and I must of said it in such a way where he actually saw it was just two people working on fitness. Cate also met her and gave me a hard time at first, but then thought she was just sweet girl who liked to work out.
A few weeks passed and we just started to talk during, before, and after our workouts. Our talks would go in many different directions, from what she wanted to do, vacations, food, movies, music, TV, and life. We would laugh and usually shared some common interests. I did appreciate her musical interests and she got me into a few bands (and vise versa). Overall, it was working out (no pun intended) perfectly.
One day, dating was our subject of conversation and I don't even recall how it came up, but she had trouble meeting "DECENT" guys. I asked her what she meant by "decent" and she said, "like you!"
I remember thinking and saying, "What makes me decent Alana?"
She rattled off a list like she was trying to name all the seven dwarves, "Well, you are sweet, romantic, strong, successful, and... your definitely cute!"
THAT last part had my full attention suddenly. "Cute?" I questioned.
"Yeah... no... you are a hottie... even if you are old!" I was both beaming and hating being called old. She lightly punched my arm, "Old man!" We both laughed and I actually wondered if I was officially old...
The next week or two we flirted a little, but exercise was the key focus. I mentioned to my wife about being called a 'hottie' by her and she laughed. We had a little playful banter going, but in the end, she agreed, I was a 'hottie'.
I am not bragging that I am good looking and there will be no, 'but' following this. All guys want a girl to say that about them or that they are handsome, cute, or have a big cock. I'm no different so I hope it is okay to swell with pride that I'm not looked on by her as ugly or unattractive.
We would work out a lot more and then due to school and my work have to postpone until we both got back to normal schedules. The communication continued with texts and a few phone calls. She once asked if I could pick her up when she got a flat tire and I did as well. I got a big hug from that and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't turned on by that.
Cate would eventually mention that she thought Alana had a crush on me and I at first denied it. It didn't take long for me to see she might be right. I did freak out a little as I saw 'danger' ahead. My wife ever being the supportive, sexy, sexual, and loving person that she was said, "take it slow and just be her friend." As she turned out the lights in the bedroom one night.
Drifting into the fall, Alana and I would work out a lot as we both seemed to be able to meet up more and more. Sometimes my wife would join us as well. When Cate was with us, the flirting, fun, and talk never changed. We all just really liked pushing one another. I think on two occasions Alana and Cate both worked out together and grabbed some food once too.
Alana would turn 21 just before fall hit and I took her out for lunch with Cate and got her a small gift from both of us. She almost cried when we she got it. We both got hugs and she kissed my cheek and Cate's.
At some point she mentioned about going to Jamaica with her friend for a vacation in late January. We talked about there and our place in St. Maarten. We both asked a lot of questions back and forth as I had never been to Jamaica and she had never been to St. Maarten. Around Thanksgiving of this past year, she mentioned her friend was having trouble with money and may not be able to go with her. By mid December, Alana told me indeed her friend would be unable to go to Jamica and she was stuck having purchased the tickets to fly and not having anyone to go with.
I felt bad for her and we switched subjects for whatever reason until my wife arrived to join us. Cate mentioned about St. Maarten and heard she was going to Jamaica. Alana let her know what happened and how disappointed she was in her friend (whose idea the whole trip was).
Cate excused us and asked if would be okay to invite her along to St. Maarten to me. I actually objected thinking it might be 'odd' to her parents. Oh how wrong I would be. We would eventually invite Alana to come down to St. Maarten with us and change her tickets. Her airline allowed it and it was set.
By Christmas she and my wife were talking about shopping, food, and the beaches. Alana was told by my wife she could do her own thing if she wanted too, but the rule was she had to tell us where she was going so we knew. We would also meet her parents at the gym too.
I met her mom, who was the same height as Cate and she was a bubbly, busty, in shape woman not much older than us. THAT made me feel old. She was very thankful of us allowing Alana to go with us. Her Stepfather also frequented the gym and was not very tall. He was a man of few words as he shook my hand and said thank you for taking her along with you. I kept thinking a 'talk' was coming from him, but it never did.
I would later find out her mom was an ex-stripper and met her stepfather while performing. I still laugh at that thought. Her mom didn't look like a stripper, but then again I do not know that they (strippers) have a look to them.
As January approached, my wife and I attended one holiday event and we talked about St. Maarten on the way home. Cate had had a few drinks and was definitely enjoying it. When we got home, she stripped down to her panties (HOT AS FUCK!!!) as we talked in bed. She kissed me and we went to bed. Well, we had sex first! I knew then, that she was into whatever happened... but in truth neither of expected anything.
The first week of January were a blur of packing, talking, planning, and otherwise getting ready to go. We would be there for the same flight out, but stay a few extra after Alana left two weeks in. We made sure her parents had information on how to get in touch with us and what not as well.
A few days before, my wife had Alana come over to talk about the trip and things to do. I came home later and walked in as they were talking in the kitchen eating Christmas cookies and drinking milk. They acknowledged me and I told them to keep talking and I'd just listen.
As I got my dinner, the talk soon turned to beaches and Alana asked about beaches on the map. Some beaches were crowded and some were high surf so Cate was explaining them to her. Alana asked about one beach and Cate said, "oh, that a clothing optional beach." I never paused because I didn't think anything would follow.
"Oh, we can go there! Unless you guys don't do those beaches? I'd love to go to one!" She looked up and her eyes darted from me to Cate.
Besides having the deer in headlight look, I blurted out a, "ahhhhhhhh" but was helped out by Cate.
"We can go if you'd like, but there will be topless women and maybe even nude people."
"I can hang with that... I'll definitely go topless with you Cate!" My heart skipped as she glanced over at me.
Cate was cool as a cucumber and they continued talking about French cusine boats, hiking, and beaches! I stood behind the island for a while with a surging semi-hard on that would get excited at will. Alana would leave about 30 minutes later.
Cate and I would talk a LOT about that evening's events and our thoughts... I think I actually told her, "I have to go to bed as much as I want to continue to talk."
A few days later we would leave. Cate and I flew out together and Alana on a different plane. Because she got a cheaper flight, a few lay overs, and different airline, Alana would actually leave before us at the airport but arrive after us.
Cate and arrived in a sunny, warm and relaxing St. Maarten at just before noon. We actually had time to go to the house, unpack, Cate to do some light cleaning as I gassed up the Jeep and drove back to the airport.
I waited there for Alana whose plane arrived on time with a pair of flip flops, cargo shorts, and an orange Orioles t-shirt on. I told her I'd have the orange on so I'd be easy to spot. Unfortunately, there were a few other orange t-shirt people walking around. I started to worry a little.
It actually turned out easier than I out better than I anticipated. I spotted Alan instantly. She had her long brown hair in a pony tail with a Red Sox hat, tank top with a plaid button down undone over it and some of the shortest jean shorts I'd ever seen. She had flip flops on too and a backpack over her one shoulder. I yelled to her and after the third time she heard me and searched for me with her mirrored aviator sunglasses. When she saw me she smiled and ran towards me.
She jumped into my arms like we were either long lost friends or lovers! She wrapped her legs around me and squealed with excitement. I can recall this vividly. Then she just would not stop about how excited she was to be here, her flight, and how awesome of time we'll all have.
We wandered over to the suitcase carousel waiting for her baggage to come off the plane. We waited and checked and checked and checked some more. No sign of it. We searched all the areas and no luggage was left behind. We checked one more time and no suitcase ever came. After an hour plus we spoke to someone and they had accidentally sent it elsewhere on another flight. The airport gave her $100.00 voucher to get clothes and would give more if it couldn't be sent to her by noon or so in three days. $100.00 doesn't go far... especially since you pack for what you specifically need.
Alana was pretty furious over it and I did manage to calm her down. Accidents do happen and she let a cooler head prevail after that. So I loaded her loan bag into the Jeep about an hour after talking to the lost luggage people and getting her voucher.
Once in the Jeep, Alana seemed to calm down. With the warm breeze blowing, the ocean all around, she began to smile and just relax. I took a much longer way back to the house showing her different places and where we could eat, go to the beach, shop, and anything else she might like. I showed her an old fort, a market, the dock where our boat was (which led to LOTS OF questions), and a couple of clubs. One she spotted right away was a strip club called "Golden Eyes". That sparked some questions... and a "we'll have to check that out, I always wanted to go to a strip club." I can say I was as surprised as I was curious (see aroused slightly) at her interest.
We drove up the hills to our home near Oyster Pond and I can still hear her say, "Shut up!!! You live here. OH MY GAWD!" She smacked me in the arm harder than I thought she could (and would) and if there had been a shack a few miles away, I might have joked and drove here there just to see the reaction.
I grabbed her bag and opened the front door for her. She was very excited and went really slowly through the foyer making sure to take in the room before going to the next. I didn't see that coming and half expected her to run from room to room getting excited.
Cate was in the kitchen cooking some cookies as she found out that Alana had a big sweet tooth (like we do as well). Alana saw her and almost tackled her to say thank you for everything. You just kept being in awe of the house and we definitely 'get it' as well. While we have grown used to it, it is rather awesome and just amazing. After a tour of every room in which took almost an hour, I took her outside to the patio by the pool. She saw the pool and frowned that her luggage had been lost. Cate looked at me and gave me the look. Us guys know this look... the look a woman gives you saying, "oh honey... sweetie, baby... I NEED (insert item or items). She didn't need to do the look (as I would have done it anyways) so after we had some cookies we'd go shopping.
Alana and Cate were talking like long lost friends nonstop and pretty much ignoring me. I was happy to drive and be their 'b*tch' carrying things, opening doors, and being the good husband. Although Alana had a voucher for $100.00, we spent closer to 7x that on clothing for her and a dress and a bikini for Cate.
When we stopped at the bikini stores, I found myself checking out Alana. She modeled the suits for Cate and I and it really gave me a look at her lean body. As I stated above Alana is tall at 5'10" and weighing in at the same weight as my wife who is 5'07" (a whopping 134). While my wife has some massive boobs and great curves Alana was no slouch either. I think it a safe bet to describe her boobs as "B cups" and her body despite being thin was curvy. Those legs were nice and long and her butt was very squeezable!!!
At the end of the day near 8PM, we wound up buying two bikinis, three dresses, heels, two bras, underwear, and probably some other shit, I didn't know about. I learned quick to just swipe my card and smile. Near the end of shopping, Alana did ask in ear shot of me, if I was okay. My wife agreed I was quiet as pretended to not be listening in (sorry babe!). They both came out of one of the last stores and apologized to me for neglecting me.
I didn't see everything we bought her or Cate, but I would see some of tonight as we would take Alana out to dinner at a classy seafood place that was French. She was very excited as were as well.
In the parking lot before we left the stores, Alana hugged my wife saying, "thank you" about a hundred times. She promised to pay us back. When she hugged me, she whispered in my ear, "thank you Matty" and I'd be lying if I wasn't turned on that she called me by the pet name Cate did.
Back at the house, I for once let down my fellow men, by being the LAST to be ready. For that I feel great shame and lose 'Man points' for doing so. When I came down stairs in a button down shirt and khaki pants, both ladies looked stunning. Both my wife and Alana had one dresses that were very short, but yet classy. My wife's boobs were not on display and again both women looked great.
We arrived at the restaurant and were seated almost immediately. As soon as they sat us, the waiter started to speak in French and Alana immediately felt out of place and had no idea what he was saying. I translated for her and spoke exclusively in French to him as did Cate. Alana was staring at me as I did most of the talking and asking of questions. When he walked away to get our beverages she said she was amazed with my French. Alana said it was pretty "HOT" when a guy spoke French and then caught herself realizing that she was talking about my wife's husband (me).
"It's okay, Alana! It is pretty hot when a guy speaks another language!" She grinned as she winked at me and we all had a little chuckle at my embarrassment. Our table only sat four and I felt Cate's leg rub against mine as she winked suggesting, that later I might find out how "HOT" it is to her.
Dinner came and went and so did drinks. Finally dessert was offered and crème brulee was had by all. It was great night and we drove back as we were all yawning a little. Once home, Alana said she wanted to go to bed as the traveling had tired her out so Cate and I did as well. We told her in the morning there would be fresh pastries, fruits, and cereal available to her in the kitchen and we'd be down by 8:00AM. She smiled and said thank you again, hugged us both and slipped off to her room.
Upstairs, I took off my clothes and came out to find my wife standing there looking outside in nothing more than pair of sexy panties. I came up behind her naked with a growing hard on and wrapped my arms around her and those big boobs. She loved that feeling of security she got from me and we stepped out on the small balcony and looked at the ocean together.
Before long I was penetrating Cate from behind and she was slamming her ass back against me as I made her exceptionally wet. As I grabbed her hips and she held the railing she glanced back at me with a look of sexual desire and then looked back out. She groaning slightly and then without any warning, pulled out of me dashed to the doorway in the bedroom. I was confused as she grabbed my hand and yanked me in. She almost snapped my cock in half and before I could say anything she peeked through the window curtain and we both saw Alana's sliding glass door illuminated with light her leaning against the railing down to below looking out at the ocean. Given that she was still there and letting the warm breeze blow, she probably never saw us, but as Cate would say, "she could have very easily!!!"
Now back in the bedroom the mood had been ruined and we both turned in to bed. FUCK!!! I was still horny, but Cate was still worried. We drifted off to bed with my cock never having released it's load! Damn it!!!
More will come shortly!
