I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All - Sex Stories

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... that. His friendship and the support of my other friends and co-workers got me through the worst of it.

But I was still alone. And now I was lonely. Most of the time, I was able to push the lonely thoughts to the side, but not always. I sold the antiques Karen and I had gotten together, bought my way out of my lease, and moved to a little house on a wooded lot a few miles from town. I thought changing my lifestyle, along with removing the last reminders of Karen, would help.

It didn't. Friends tried to fix me up with women a few times, and some of them seemed really nice, but there was no spark. I was OK during the day at work, and going out with the guys was still fun, but the times that I used to spend with Karen were empty. I wasn't dangerously depressed, but I sure as hell wasn't happy.

Part of me said that I was fooling myself, but another part said that a change of scenery would do me good. That's why I booked a room at a seashore hotel for my vacation this summer. Hell, what could it hurt? I could work on my tan, maybe go deep-sea fishing, do a little gambling, and stare at women in bikinis. Maybe I would get lucky. Would it solve my problem? Of course not. But at least I wouldn't be sitting at home, alone.

Yesterday, I was walking on the boardwalk, waiting until my lunch settled enough for me to go swimming. I had been pretty careful about sunburn, but I realized I was almost out of sunscreen, so I went into a little shop to see what I could find.

I ...

... spent a fair amount of time looking at the cheap novelty t-shirts, the chintzy souvenirs, and the postcards. Finally, I picked up a tube of the sunblock I wanted, and decided to head for the cash register.

When I turned, I bumped into a woman and knocked a pair of sandals out of her hand.

“Oh my God, I'm so sorry, miss,” I stammered as I bent down to pick them up. “Are you OK?”

“Don't worry about it. You didn't hit me hard, but you should watch where you're.... Well, hello, Kevin!” she said.

For the first time, I looked at the woman I had run into. I'm terrible with names, but one look at the long legs in tight jeans, the trim belly and firm breasts in her skin-tight crop-top, and the beautiful face looking down at me refreshed my memory instantly. “Marianne, hi! What are you doing here?”

“I'm on vacation,” she replied. “I'm surprised to run into you here.”

“Well, I think I ran into you,” I said. “I'm here on vacation, too. I never expected to see anyone I know.”

“Are you here alone?” she asked.

“Yeah. I've pretty much been out of circulation for a year, ever since....”

“Ever since your girlfriend and that asshole I called my husband cheated on us,” she said.

“Um, yeah. That made me a little gun-shy about pursuing another relationship.”

“Me too,” Marianne said. “It took me a while to put it behind me, but I'm moving on.”

“You're doing OK, then?” I asked.

“My lawyer made sure of it. Bob had some family money and did pretty well for himself ...