Vacation
I wanted and needed a vacation.
Finally, after months of planning, I was relaxing at cruising altitude en route to a little piece of paradise.
After the plane landed in Ft. Myers, I retrieved my luggage from the baggage claim, then headed to pick up my rental car.
The Florida sunshine kissed my bald head as I drove with the roof open. I love the heat, not because I am a firefighter, but, because it soothes and relaxes me.
I inhaled the salty air deeply as I crossed the causeway bridging the mainland to Sanibel Island. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I checked in to the Roosevelt cottage at the ’Tween Waters Resort on Captiva Island.
The sun was about two hands high over the horizon when I stepped out of the cottage and looked at the water. The morning was beautiful. No cloud in the sky, the water emerald blue, and the sun browning my skin as I viewed the scenery. I couldn’t ask for a better vacation.
Well, actually I could. It would be better to experience this view with someone next to me, holding my hand, or with my arm around her waist. But, I was standing here alone and I was not going to let the past dampen my vacation.
After donning my swim trunks, flip flops, and t-shirt, I walked to the beach in order to officially begin my week of doing nothing but relaxing.
A few people were looking for shells as I made my way to the water’s edge. The Sanibel stoop was just as popular on Captiva island.
I wonder if they call it the Captiva crawl here, I thought while I was spreading my towel on the sand. Stop it, John, you are on vacation, not at the firehouse or writing. I told myself as I laid back on the warm sand.
I enjoyed playing with words and phrases and had recently begun writing stories during my downtime at the firehouse. Many of the stories I wrote were not shared with my crewmates. I leaned towards erotic writing and detailed scenes of gratification in order to help me with my loneliness. It helped me pass the time on slow shift days and kept me from going crazy when I ran out of projects at home. I planned on writing during my stay, but right now, sun, sand, and surf.
The sand felt good, the sun felt good, and the water sounded heavenly. I had gotten up a few times and submerged myself in the gulf in order to cool off and keep myself from getting a bad sunburn. Retirement could not come soon enough, I thought. I could see myself living close to water, in a warm climate, and as tanned as I wanted to be.
After my shower, I unpacked my luggage and decided to make a list of a few items I needed to get from the store. I walked over to the doors leading to the small lanai and closed the blinds. I didn’t want to be seen walking around the cottage naked, resulting in me getting thrown in jail for indecent exposure on my first day of vacation.
Once I closed the last blind, I notice my reflection on the glass of the door. I could see that I had a good start to a tan line. I turned back and forth to see if the lines were even on my waist and legs. I never considered myself a vain person and still didn’t as I stood and looked at myself. But, if I meet someone and I have weird tan lines, she may laugh and not want to play.
The thought of playing caused my hand to reach for my shaft and I began to stroke. I lifted my right foot and rested it on the fireplace hearth and watched myself in the reflection as I pumped my hand. I took myself to the edge then stopped. The tip of my bulging head was wet with precum and my hips were gently thrusting as I stepped away from the reflection.
“I will feel that pain a little later,” I said aloud, then chuckled.
I wiped the precum off with my finger, dried it on a paper towel, then got dressed.
Once my shorts touched my sack I knew the edging I gave myself would remind me of the pleasure and pain for the rest of the day.
I smiled because of the discomfort I feel.
The visit to the grocery store caused a person to experience extreme temperature changes in a matter of a few feet. Hot and humid was replaced with freezing and shivering once the store was entered. The change in temperature caused the most pleasing to the eye effects on women when they entered the store. Not necessarily being a boob guy, I do like nipples and what the cold causes them to do.
Call me a perv, but, I do enjoy the look of hard nipples. The Island Store did not disappoint me this day. Don’t get me wrong, I am not the type to stare and make someone feel uncomfortable, but, I will look and sneak a glance when I can. Hard nipples and the hint of areolas through a white bathing suit top received most of my attention during the visit. The lady standing across from me sported hardened points of flesh that needed to be suckled, licked, pinched, and bit. The view resulted in me hardening slightly. The pain of my edging increased and caused me to involuntarily reach down and adjust myself to a position of comfort. Fortunately, I was standing by the produce display so my crotch was below eye level. So, no one saw a pervert adjusting himself while looking at the white bathing suit lady with yummy hard nipples picking up some oranges.
My ride back to the cottage was filled with images of curvy women, thoughts of warm sand, and feelings of sharp and pleasurable pain in my groin. The salty breeze and bright sun hugged me and reminded me I was allowed to think and feel whatever I wanted. I was on vacation.
I put the groceries away, fruits and veggies for snacks, and a few breakfast items. After everything was sorted, I decided to take my laptop to a shaded area and write.
After getting a lemonade slush-type drink, I made my way to a table that was covered by a huge umbrella. The view was breathtaking and the light breeze was comforting.
The story I decided to work on was one I started back at the firehouse on my last shift day. The story was about a guy buying a haunted house and learning the ghosts are very friendly. It was a work in progress, but a lot of fun to think about and write.
My thoughts were interrupted by the loud laughter of a man that appeared to be laughing more at his own attempt at humor than did his wife or the kid that sold them their lemonade slush-type drink. I looked up and allowed my lips to form a little smile. The loud guy and his wife, sat at the table next to me. I recognized her as the white bathing suit top lady from the grocery store.
