Phyllis, my roommate for the summer, came running down the long driveway, breathless and excited. I was just walking out the door of our cottage, headed for the beach.
"Mary, Mary!" she yelled. "Somebody was asking about you today at work. Wondering if you had come out for the summer."
Before she could finish, I saw him. Strutting down the driveway. I recognized him immediately, though I couldn't believe my eyes. But there he was. Wearing his usual work attire, jean shorts, t-shirt, hiking boots, socks, and a baseball cap bearing the company logo: SYSCO. I couldn't believe it. I didn't believe it. I had asked around. He wasn't delivering to the island this year.
My disbelief lasted only seconds, before I ran towards him, dropping my glasses and beach towel in the process. I vaguely remember Phyllis mumbling, "Oh that's so beautiful." Ron and I hugged each other so hard and so close. It was if we occupied only one space.
Ron had a few hours before he had to catch the last ferry to go home. We decided he would drive back to the parking lot at the ferry, and I would meet him there to go to the beach together. An activity we had done many times in previous years. I had to drive Phyllis to the ferry anyways, because she was going off island to Nantucket to visit relatives. I drove up to the boat landing to drop Phyllis off, and scoop up my Sysco Kid.
Sysco Kid was a name one of my co-workers coined a long time ago. Even back then, it was clear to the most casual observer that Ron and I were attracted to each other. We went out to dinner once, shortly after we met. It was early in the season, so the ferry stopped running for the day at an early hour. Ron often had to spend the night on the island. This was one of those times. It was instant attraction when we met, so it was no surprise that we ended up in his hotel room. I nervously sat on the edge of the bed. Ron sat down next to me. He put his arm around me, and began to kiss me. Oh so sweetly. Slowly he guided me back onto the bed, still kissing me, but now straddling me. We looked into each others' eyes, the passion obvious and heating up.
It was all I could do to grab his wrist and stop him from touching my breasts. "What's wrong," he asked. "I can't. I can't do this, Ron" I painfully replied. I have a boyfriend. I love him. I can't betray him like this." I wanted Ron so bad it hurt. But I was feeling guilty. I would never step out on my man, no matter what he had done to me.
"I understand," he said. "Mary, I have to tell you something. I'm married. I can't either. I shouldn't. But I want you so much. But you're right. We shouldn't"
My god, I practically blue-balled the guy, and he was being so sweet and understanding!!!
We fooled ourselves the rest of the summer, and for the following two summers, into thinking we could be just friends. Indeed, we hung out every day that he was on the island. Holding hands, talking, laughing, and exploring the island on foot. Those summers were the best times of my life. It was clear to everyone how close we'd gotten. Clear to everyone but ourselves. True to our morals, we never "did the deed." Yet the chemistry intensified with each meeting. The electricity so strong it could light up a whole town.
And now, four summers later, here he was. We drove to one of the beaches that the tourists hadn't found yet. After getting out of the car, we walked the quarter mile to the beach. Our hands never stopped touching.
We laid out our towels and removed our clothes down to our bathing suits. Sitting next to each other on our towels, we got caught up on each other's lives. I told him about the tragedy that had very nearly taken my life, in the process almost extinguishing the very fire within me. I literally ran to Block Island this year to save my mind, save my life.
Ron had almost died from a heart attack less than a year ago. He was much better, now. Changing his lifestyle, eating habits, exercise, he told me, had made him much healthier than before the attack.
"Wow," we exclaimed almost simultaneously. The raw emotion overwhelming both of us. He leaned towards me, took my face in his hands, and gently kissed me on my lips. A sweeter, more loving kiss I have never felt. Pulling back from the kiss, he looked me in the eyes. I could have stared into those eyes forever. I kissed him, this time more passionately. Our arms encircling each other, we rolled me onto my back. Moving to his hands and knees over me, Ron began to kiss my neck. His soft kisses gave me chills, his breath in my ear sending tingles up and down the back of my neck. As he gradually made his way down my neck to my collarbone, the chills made me shudder and my nipples harden. Continuing his sweet kisses down my chest, his hands began to caress my shoulders, my arms, down to my hands. He held my hands as he began his descent down my cleavage. He let go of my hands to free my breasts from my bikini top. Kissing the top of my breasts, while his hands cupped my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his fingers. Soon, he was sucking and licking my nipples, alternating from one to the other. My body was all tingly, and my hips started thrusting up towards him uncontrollably. I grabbed for his cock now bulging through his Speedos. As I started gliding my fingertips up and down his shaft pressing through his shorts, Ron grabbed my wrists to stop me.
"Shhh, Mary. Not yet. It's your turn, now."
"But I..."
"Shhh, Mary. I've been dreaming about this for years. Let me do this."
Ron continued his downward path of kisses, inching his way closer and closer to my ever-dampening pussy. He let go of my wrists and eased my bikini bottoms down past my hips. He stopped his kisses long enough to slide them down my legs and off. He opened my legs, and then paused, staring at my exposed wet pussy glistening in the sun.
"Wow, you are so beautiful, Mary," he gasped. "You are so hot!"
Indeed, he had driven me mad with desire. I dipped two of my fingers into my wetness and placed them on his lips.
"See what you've done to me, honey? I have to have you. I want you to feel the rewards of your sweet attentions."
He hungrily sucked on my fingers, small animal like sounds emanating from his throat. I was shaking with desire and a newfound strength. I lunged towards him, knocking him on his back. I pulled off his shorts exposing his tall thick erection, my wetness rubbing up against it in an instant.
"You want in me, don't you, Ron?" I asked, as I began sliding my wet lips up and down his shaft. Then I took the head of his cock and started to rub it on my clit. It was so sensitive; I started to shiver.
"I want in you, now," he rasped. With his hands gripping my hips, I slid my wetness down on him. I rose up, nearly off of him, then slammed back down. Hard. Back and forth, over and over, I slammed my hips into his. I leaned back, making the angle even tighter. I could feel the first waves of my orgasm approaching.
"Ron, oh god, Ron. Oh god. I'm so close. Can you cum for me? Can you cum when I do?"
Ron's grunts and groans had become quite loud. I knew he must be close.
"Oh Mary, yes. YES. I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck, oh fuck!"
I felt the pulse. The twitch. He lost control, his grunts almost a growl. "Oh OH!" In such a loud guttural voice that I had never heard before. That did it. It put me over the edge, and the explosive shock waves hit. We continued to rock furiously, until we fell into complete and blissful exhaustion. I lay my head on his chest. Our heavy breathing slowly returning to normal. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest. So rapid at first, but slowly calming down.
Ron wrapped his arms around me, and we both heavily sighed. We had cheated ourselves for years, not daring to taste what we both craved. The moment was beautiful. Until...
His stomach growled. I looked up at him and started to giggle. I was so high, then, I could giggle at almost anything.
"What?" he innocently asked. Then he started to laugh too, my giggling was contagious.
"What are you laughing at?" he inquired.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry. Have you had anything to eat today? I heard your tummy growling."
"Well, you know..." he playfully chastised me. "You interrupted me from snacking on you, my little taste treat."
"Phyllis is out of town for a few days." I told him. I have the whole cottage to myself. Skip the ferry tonight. Why don't we grab a bite to eat at the National, and then come back to the cottage for dessert? I even have whipped cream, if you like!"
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