Temptation on Vacation Ch. 01

Author's Note: Readers of my stories usually know they typically fall into 2 types: romantic or "fun". This is definitely a more "fun" story. My fun stories usually involve me exploring a theme, like raceplay, or maids, or power/control, and for this story, cheating. It was definitely fun to write, and I hope you have fun reading it too!

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"A little help?" I heard someone yell.

I saw a volleyball roll in front of me while I sat on a lakeside beach near a beach volleyball court. Standing up, I pulled my red hair behind my ears, picked up the ball, and saw a bunch of college kids looking over at me from the court nearby. All too happy to help, I threw the ball over to them, but not being very athletic, it didn't go as far, or as straight, as I hoped it would. Nonetheless, the group seemed happy that I helped.

"Thanks!" one of them yelled, and I waved back at them before sitting down and continued to watch them play.

Watching them became a guilty habit of mine since arriving at Lake Blackwood for a summer vacation. Since I arrived, I noticed that the same group of college kids always played volleyball around the same time every day while I walked the path along the lake. They were young, full of energy, and most notably, very athletic and attractive. As a woman who just turned 40, watching them made me feel young again, and seeing their youthful and muscular bodies gave me a rush of excitement. Before long, I started to time my beach relaxation to when they played.

All things considered, it was also a nice distraction from the reality of my life. I was diagnosed with depression earlier this year, and it was suggested that going somewhere new and being amongst nature might help. I wasn't enthused about traveling far, but fortunately, I found this cute little spot by the lake that wasn't too far of a drive from where I lived. I even rented a cozy lakeside cabin so I could help disconnect a bit from the world.

My husband was supposed to go with me, but a last-minute work emergency came up that required him to travel, so he couldn't join me. I couldn't reschedule the trip, so I asked my daughter, Tessa, if she wanted to go with me, but she said no. I knew it was because she wanted to have the whole house alone with her new boyfriend, but she tried to deny it when I asked. I had to admit, he was pretty cute, so I understood why she wanted to spend so much alone time with him. I knew she was using protection, so I wasn't too worried about her. We also had a great relationship and I knew she would talk to me if anything happened.

Suddenly, I heard one side of the court erupt in cheers and laughter, making me smile along with them. I envied them. They were so young and carefree; I wished I could feel like that again. I found myself staring at one particular player celebrating, who I internally dubbed my vacation muse. He was not only attractive but legitimately one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. His chocolate skin glowed in the hot summer sun and his impressive muscular physique was like a magnet for my eyes.

Thanks to his shirt that clung tightly to his body, it was easy to see how muscular he was. He wasn't ripped like a bodybuilder or anything, but his whole upper body was covered in thick, bulging muscles, yet he still had a narrow waist and a hard-looking stomach. His legs were thick and powerful, and I loved watching them as he ran through the sand. If I was being honest, I always secretly had a thing for black guys. I never acted on it, and only dated white guys, but there was something about black guys that always made my heart race.

He embodied the type of guy I would fantasize about when reading my romance novels. They would always be muscular guys who would quite literally sweep me off my feet. The kind of guy who would make me feel small and weak in comparison. He would look at me with such passionate desire that I would melt into him. I never imagined I would actually see someone like that in real life. He stirred an arousal in me that I hadn't felt in a long time.

The beach volleyball game ended and they started to disperse. Since it was getting late, I decided to head back to my cabin before my pale skin started to burn. Walking the path for a little bit, it curved into the neighboring forest. Once I arrived at my cabin, I decided to shower to clean any sweat and lingering sunscreen off my body. Fortunately, this cabin had a full bathroom and a functioning shower. Walking into the bathroom, I started to run the hot water while I pulled my clothes off my body. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but admire how I looked.

While I mainly felt old, my body looked like it belonged to someone much younger. My skin barely had any wrinkles and was still tightly stretched across my body. My C-cup breasts were surprisingly perky despite my age, and my flat stomach and thin waist was something I was proud of. My legs were thin but shapely, and when I turned to the side, I marveled at my proudest asset.

My ass still looked incredible, even after all these years. It was surprisingly big, but also firm and perfectly round. It was definitely the one thing about me that got the most attention from guys, and it was probably what got me my first date with my husband. I kept it in shape from a constant yoga routine but rarely showed it off.

Realizing the shower was running for a while and likely already hot, I jumped in. After rinsing myself off and feeling rejuvenated, I dried myself off before covering my body with a plush robe I brought with me. Walking out of the bathroom, I grabbed the romance book I was reading and decided to sit outside on the small front porch of my cabin.

I could see the shining lake through the trees of the forest and it looked beautiful as the sun started to set. Settling into my chair, I opened the book to where I left off. Reading romance novels was an enjoyment that I also passed on to my daughter, but she was having better luck in the physical romance space than I was.

While reading the book, I couldn't help but fantasize about the black volleyball player. I thought of him picking me up and me running my hands along his powerful arms and chest. He would lean down to kiss me and I... I suddenly realized that I was absentmindedly squeezing my breast through the robe. I panicked that I was doing something so lewd outside like that. God, why did that guy make me so damn horny? Closing the book, I decided that was enough for tonight and I should go to bed.

The next morning, after eating breakfast, I decided to walk the lake path and felt surprisingly refreshed. Maybe the vacation was just what I needed to beat my depression after all. After walking far enough down the path, I turned around to walk back. Eventually, I noticed the same group of college kids were playing at the volleyball court again. That was weird, this was not when they usually played.

I slowed down to watch them and I quickly found my muse. Keeping my eyes locked on him, I absentmindedly started to walk off the path closer to them, when I suddenly slipped, lost my balance, and fell down from the raised path and down a small sand slope. Goddammit! I was such a clutz sometimes.

Sitting up, I sighed heavily and started to wipe sand off of me. I tried to stand up, but when I put some pressure on my foot, I winced in pain. I guess I twisted my ankle a little bit. I carefully sat back down while cursing myself for getting so distracted by some young guy. I hoped no one watched an old lady like me fall like that.

A shadow fell over me, and I heard a deep voice say, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm...uhh...fine," I stammered after I looked up with my green eyes.

Oh my gosh, it was my vacation muse! Finally seeing him up close like this made me realize how handsome he was too! His eyes were friendly and bright, and he had a square, chiseled jaw. The muscles that I admired from afar were even more awe-inspiring up close. He exuded both power and confidence and I felt my heart begin to race inside my chest. All I could do was look up at him and swallow deeply.

"Are you sure? That looked like a bad fall," he replied and I found it sweet how genuinely concerned he seemed.

Embarrassed that someone like him saw me fall, I looked away and said, "No, really. I'm okay."

I tried to stand up again, eager to get out of this situation, but the moment I put some weight on my ankle, a jolt of pain rattled my body and I winced in pain. I sucked in my breath and bit my lip from crying out as I tried to keep myself standing. Dammit! I was beyond frustrated that someone like him had to see me like this. He probably thought that I was some frail old lady.

"Yeah, you aren't foolin' anyone. That shit looks like it hurts. Let me take a look," he said while crouching down and looking at my ankle.

While he looked at my foot, I couldn't help but stare at his incredible body. He was only wearing a men's tank, so his arms were exposed and I gazed in amazement at his huge biceps. I saw a peek of his thick, broad chest and my arousal only increased. When I saw his wide shoulders, I couldn't stop imagining how easily he could pick me up and throw me over them. God, I haven't felt this horny in years.

"Doesn't look like anything's broken, probably just a mild sprain. Here, why don't I help you get away from the path so nobody accidentally runs into you," he said confidently as he stood up.

Grateful for the help, I replied, "Sure, that'd be nice."

Extending out my hand, I assumed he would allow me to lean on him while I hobbled alongside him, but I quickly realized he had a completely different idea. He lowered his arms and suddenly picked me up like I weighed nothing to him. I gasped and instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. My heart was now pounding in my chest, not from fear or surprise, but from arousal. Without a word of protest from me, he started to carry me closer to the volleyball court.

I couldn't believe what was happening! A powerful young stud was carrying me just like I fantasized about a thousand times before. He was carrying me effortlessly and I marveled at how strong he seemed to be. I made sure to look away from him while I blushed heavily. I thought of yelling at him or ordering him to put me back down, but I couldn't deny how good it felt. Not only that, but he smelled amazing too. He was already sweating from being out in the sun, but I was floored by how intoxicating his scent was.

Reaching a spot near the court, he slowly lowered me down until I was sitting in the sand again and once he leaned back up, he said, "I'll be right back."

He ran off before I could say anything, leaving me totally flabbergasted. Did that really just happen? Part of me thought of leaving, but I knew I wouldn't get far with this ankle. Yet, a larger part of me wanted to stay here until he came back so I could see him again. I realized that I was becoming a bit too infatuated with him. My obsession with black guys was definitely coming back in full swing after being ignored for so long. Although, so far I was just admiring. It wasn't like I was crossing any line. Besides, it wasn't like my husband ever needed to know.

While waiting for him to return, I started to take off my open-toe sandals and stretched out my foot. I looked around and it didn't seem like anyone was paying attention to me. In fact, no one else seemed to even realize that I fell down and injured myself. I was starting to become somewhat grateful that at least one guy noticed and cared enough to check on me. Although the longer I waited, the more I started to wonder if he was coming back at all.

After a few minutes, I saw a figure running along the beach towards me. It was the same guy and when I saw him coming right towards me, everything else slowed down. My heart started to pound in my chest again and I shamelessly watched as his muscles bounced with each step he took. He really was a hunk. Snapping myself out of whatever trance I was in, I watched as he finally ran up next to me.

"Hey, I got you an ice pack from our cabin," he said while handing it to me. "The ice should get it feeling better in no time."

Giving him a friendly smile, I took the ice pack and pressed it up against my ankle. I shivered from how cold it felt, but I knew it would help make it feel a lot better. I was honestly a bit surprised that a stranger like him would be so nice to me. He was actively taking care of me and was a hell of a lot more attentive than my husband ever was. If he was this sweet as well as that attractive, I wouldn't be surprised if girls were constantly flocking over to him, even white girls.

"This is great, really great. I'm sure it'll feel better in no time," I said while staring at him with my green eyes.

"Of course, happy to help. By the way, I'm Xander," he replied and extended his hand out towards me.

"I'm Wendy," I said softly while shaking his hand, still completely mesmerized by him.

"It's nice to meet you, Wendy," he replied in a smooth, warm voice.

Releasing his hand, I realized that I was blushing and quickly looked away before saying, "Thanks..uhh...thanks again for...you know...umm, helping me."

"Nahhh, no thanks needed. I'm just happy I could help out a stunningly beautiful woman like yourself," he said without skipping a beat.

My eyes widened slightly at his comment and I stared at him in shock that he said something like that to me. He was looking at me with a ridiculously charming smile and I found his confidence and charisma incredibly alluring. I felt my cheeks start to burn and I knew I was blushing deeper and not burning from the hot sun. Did he really think a mom who just turned 40 was beautiful? Watching his eyes start to roam across my body, I could tell he meant it.

I didn't pay much attention to what I picked out to wear today, but I suddenly realized how much of my body I was showing off. The tank top I wore wasn't low cut, but it was pretty tight. It not only highlighted my perky, C-cup breasts but also showcased my flat stomach and thin waist. I was wearing pants, but they were light and mostly see-through, showing off my shapely, toned legs.

"You're....very sweet," I eventually replied in a stammer, barely above a whisper.

You're sweet? What the fuck was I saying? I should be telling him that I had a husband, that I was a mother, and it wasn't appropriate for him to hit on me. I should have been yelling or at least scolding him, but instead, I was sitting in front of him blushing like some horny college girl. What was wrong with me?

"Hang out until your ankle feels better," he said with a smile that made my heart race. "I'm gonna get back to playing."

He turned to leave and my eyes didn't waver away from him for even a moment. I was staring at him transfixed while I felt my arousal spiking. Keeping the icepack on my ankle, I watched as he immediately started to make an impact in the volleyball game. Watching his body athletically move from this close of a distance made me swallow deeply. I was so turned on that I felt my panties dampen and I instinctively bit my lip. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was living in one of my romance novels.

Before I knew it, hours passed by and the water in the ice pack was practically melted. The volleyball group finally seemed to be finished and they all started walking off the court. They all went to their bags, piled to the side, except for Xander. He walked straight over to me after they were done playing, making my heart speed up in my chest. God, I couldn't get over how hot he looked.

"How you feeling?" he said in a deep voice.

Finding it impossible to not smile at him, I stood up and shyly said, "I think it's feeling much better. I should be able to walk again, thanks to you."

"I can give you a hand back to your campsite if you want," he offered, flashing another one of his charming smiles.

Immediately blushing, I quickly responded, "No, no. That's ok. I'm alright. But...thank you."

"Alright, I hope to see you around Wendy. Later!" he said before turning around and walking back to his friends.

As I watched him walk away, I stared at his broad, muscular back. Instinctually, I felt like I wanted to run after him and jump on his back, wrapping my arms around his neck. I shook my head from such thoughts and chastised myself for even thinking about something like that. Him picking me up without me asking or knowing was one thing. Actively trying to find ways to touch him was a line I knew I shouldn't cross.

When I started to walk back to my cabin, I was surprised by how good my ankle felt. I thought it would be more sore or tender, but it felt like I never hurt it at all. I guess the ice really did the trick after all. Arriving back at the cabin, I walked into the bedroom and immediately laid down on top of the bed. I realized my heart was still beating fast in my chest and I tried to calm it down. However, whenever I started to think about Xander again, it started to immediately speed up.

I reminisced how it felt to be carried by him and how hard his muscles felt. God, thinking about it was making me so horny that I could feel myself getting wet. It wasn't long until I started to fantasize about what it would be like to touch and explore those bulging muscles of his. First his chest, then his arms. My arousal only deepened and I started to absentmindedly lightly rub my pussy through my pants. My entire body shivered in response and I desperately wanted to keep going.

Imagining what it would look like if my pale, white hand pressed against his black skin made me groan softly and my hand slipped under my pants to directly rub my bald pussy. I was incredibly wet already and I slid my fingers up and down the length of my slit. A low moan escaped my lips and my fantasy only heated up. I imagined him taking off his shirt, allowing me to explore more of his impressive body. I would look up at him and he...he...oh god. He'd kiss me and I'd lose myself in his lips. I knew I would. It would be so wrong, but would feel so good.

By now my fingers were slowly rubbing my clit and my body was getting hot. Longing to increase my pleasure, I pushed my other hand down my tank top, underneath my bra, and started to flick my hard, sensitive nipple. I writhed on the bed in pleasure and I could already feel an orgasm building up within me. I couldn't stop now. I needed to feel a release.

Letting my imagination run wild, I thought of him grabbing my large, firm ass and pulling me close against his body. The thought of my tiny, pale body pressed up against his imposing black frame made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Meanwhile, my fingers split open my pussy lips and I immediately plunged two of them inside. I moaned loudly while I started to push them in and out. I curled them to find my g-spot and shuddered in pleasure when I found it.

In my fantasy, I was now completely naked. Whether I took off my clothes or he ripped them off me, I didn't care. My smooth skin was now rubbing against him and now I imagined that it was his fingers who were exploring my pussy instead of my own. I felt like letting him do whatever he wanted with my body. I didn't care if I had a husband, I wanted this. Needed this. Crying out in pleasure, I soon bit my lip and focused on fingering myself. Juices were pouring out of me and I could feel myself getting myself closer and closer to my orgasm.

I began to pinch hard my sensitive nipple, but I fantasized it was Xander biting down on them with his mouth. Imagining his hot mouth covering my puffy pink nipple sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. Rolling onto my stomach, I groaned into my bed sheets and pulled my fingers out of my pussy before rapidly rubbing my clit. Bolts of pleasure were wracking my body and I moaned loudly. I wanted to cum so fucking bad.