Sarah Redux - Part Four - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part Four

... for an early Friday afternoon, and I arrived earlier than I had expected, somewhere around 2:00 p.m. The front desk at the Inn let me check in early. The room was larger than most hotel rooms, with a view to both the front of the Inn, as well as the backyard and ocean. I opened the windows for a cool cross-breeze. Other than its size, this was your typical New England sea-side, old resort, hotel room. There was a large four-posted, canopied bed, small couch with two stuffed chairs, coffee table, a little dining table with four ladder-back chairs, side tables and lamps, and a bathroom that was last modern at the beginning of the 1940’s. Sarah, a bath person, was going to love the big, claw foot bathtub. But if you are a shower person, like me, it was not the best set-up. The tub had one of those wrap-around shower curtains that usually let water run out onto the bathroom floor, a small shower head that stood three feet over my head, and nothing to grab hold of should one slip in the tub. I unpacked and set out to explore the Inn. There was a formal dining room, with small, square tables, white linen table cloths, and a white china setting; a smaller, pine paneled dining room that served food in a less formal, family-style format, with big plates and bowls of self-serve food; and an indoor and outdoor bar. To one side of the outdoor bar was a deck and pool; directly behind the bar area was a small grassy “play area”, a postage stamp size beach, and, to either side of the ...

... beach, big, dark, jagged rocks. At the right of the small beach was a long, curving, rock jetty with a blinking white and red warning light at the very end. The jetty curled out into the ocean water, protecting the Inn’s beach swimming area. I sat at a table under the covered portion of the outdoor bar, had an alcoholic beverage, read the Inn’s brochure, and scanned the ocean for ships or whatever else might be out there. Light rain landed softly on the plastic overhead cover and dripped off the edge in front of me. It was muggy, yet cool, with a breeze coming up. “Hey sailor, buy a girl a drink?” I heard from behind me. Sarah had arrived. I was somewhere in the middle of alcoholic beverage number two. She wore a light green scarf over her hair, and a shiny, dark green raincoat, with its belt tied tightly around her waist. Underneath the raincoat, from her multi-ring pearl necklace to her black high heel shoes, she was still in her work clothes. Sarah had made good time in her long drive from New York to Maine. From where she was in New York to somewhere in Vermont, she'd thought about the stores she had visited, what she might include in her report to the company, and what negative things she would keep to herself and correct when she had the opportunity. From Vermont to New Hampshire she thought about new dress designs and fabrics she could use. From New Hampshire to Kennebunkport, however, all she thought about was sex, and all the things she and I might do in or out of bed. ...