Sam

“I told you this was the life,” Barry said with a happy sigh as he picked up the Corona from the holder he’d made in the sand and drank it down in one long swallow. He sighed and wiped his mouth on his arm. “Motherfucking paradise right here, my friend. Motherfucking paradise.”

I watched him exchange the empty bottle with a fresh one out of the cooler at his feet. He was sitting in the beach chair wearing a Speedo and a Mets baseball cap. Her was still fat, but his skin was baked to a golden brown and he looked happier than I had ever seen. He twisted the cap off the Corona and held the bottle out to me. I tapped my bottle to his and smiled.

“So, how’s that going?” he asked, watching as Abbie trudged out of the surf wearing a red bikini that matched the color of her hair. Her body was amazing. Every head on the beach turned to watch her walk by. She was moving slowly toward us as she wrung the salt water from her hair.

Barry whispered, “She sure reminds me of Phyllis.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that,” I said. “Other than the hair, they are nothing alike. And to answer your question, it is going amazingly well.”

“That’s good to hear,” he said with the bottle at his lips. “I hated that you carried a torch for that cunt all those years.”

“Let’s not go there,” I said, holding up my hand to Abbie, who smiled and waved back. “Phyllis and I have an understanding now. For the first time in our entire relationship we both know where the other stands. And we seem to be okay. We’re much better friends than lovers.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “And I do appreciate you handling things for me back in New York, and bringing me the buyout check personally. You could have just deposited it into my off-shore account you know.”

“Then I wouldn’t have had the chance to lie on this beach with my best friend,” I said. “Or have sex with Abbie in the ocean at sunset.”

He chuckled. “Beware of crabs, my friend.” We were quiet for a moment, then he asked, “So, are you going back?”

I took a long sip of beer and sighed. “Yeah, I’m not ready to chuck it all just yet. Business is booming and I love what I do. And the judge has bounced the Verone divorce into arbitration, so there’s no telling how long that’s gonna take.”

“Divorce is a bitch,” he said. “But if you’re on the right side of things it can sure buy you a lot of nice stuff.”

“What are you two talking about?” Abbie said, coming to sit on the end of my deckchair. She pulled my sandy feet up into her lap and gave us a smile.

“We were just talking about how wonderful true love is,” Barry said with a smile. He glanced at me, then back at Abbie. “And how happy my old pal seems. I think the two might be connected”

“Are you an expert on love now?” I asked.

“I’m an expert on many things, my friend,” Barry said. “But not love.” He pushed himself out of the chair and brushed sand off his round belly. “Well, I’m gonna shower and get ready for dinner. Meet you guys in the restaurant in thirty minutes?”

“Sounds good,” I said.

“Better make it an hour,” Abbie said, her hands massaging my feet. She bent down to nibble the tip of my big toe. “We need to take a shower first.”

“An hour it is,” Barry said with a knowing smile. “Take your time, kids. I’m happy to start without you.”

* * *

Abbie

The warm water cascaded over our naked bodies, washing off the day’s sweat and sand and layers of suntan lotion. Sam washed himself off as I washed my hair. I turned my back to the shower spray and closed my eyes to rinse the soap from my hair.

I felt his hands on my breasts, soaping slow circles around my nipples and around my globes. I sighed as I felt his hand drift down to soap up my red curls. I spread my legs so he could slide the bar of soap between my pussy folds. When I opened my eyes, I found him smiling at me.

“I’m glad you came,” he said, setting the soap in the dish before returning his fingers to my pussy. He moved them back and forth over my lips, then slid one inside.

“I’m glad I came, too,” I said, wrapping my fingers around his stiff cock, soaping it up, sliding my hand back and forth along the shaft. “In fact, I’d love to cum again.”

“I think that can be arranged,” he said. I braced one foot on the floor and pressed my back to the tile wall. Sam lifted my other leg with a hand under the knee. I guided his cock to my pussy, then put my hand around to his ass to pull him to me. He slid inside and slowly moved his hips back and forth.

“God… Sam…” I moaned as his long cock impaled me. Each time he pulled out, my clit rolled over the shaft, sending shockwaves through my body. “I love your big cock…”

“Your pussy is so tight…” he sighed, his lips on mine as the warm water rained down over our sun-kissed skin. “God… this isn’t going to take long…”

“Fuck me… Sam… Faster…”

Sam held onto me so I didn’t slip as he pummeled his cock into my tight box. I curled my toes and gritted my teeth as the fire erupted from deep inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and bucked my pussy against him. The orgasm shuddered through me as I gushed wave after wave of hot juices onto him.

I felt Sam cumming. His body grew rock hard and he squeezed his eyes shut. He moaned and pushed into me and held it there as he filled me with his hot seed. After a moment, we opened our eyes and gave each other a warm smile as the water sluiced down our bodies.

“You look very happy and content, Mr. Collins,” I said, pressing my forehead to his.

“Unbelievably so, Miss Walsh,” he said, staring into my eyes. “And it’s all because of you. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” I said. “I had a wonderful teacher.”