Ellie has just turned forty when her husband of fourteen years announces that he's met someone new.
This sends Ellie into a deep depression that only her friends can help her out of. They invite her on a girls' trip to the Caribbean. The goal of th...
Brunch ended up being a long session of them asking questions and me avoiding answering them. My friends were my biggest cheerleaders, and I wanted to share things with them, but it felt wrong sharing things about Henry. So I only told them what I was comfortable with and withheld details.
We decided to spend the afternoon on the beach. I desperately needed to rest on a sunbed and by the looks of it so did Ana. We teased her quite a bit with her being hungover, but in all fairness we were all pretty worn out.
"That's what turning forty will do to you", Gayle chuckled.
Sarah was quick to join in, "Tell me about it. My back has been killing me from not sleeping in my own bed as well".
I sat and thought for a while, but to be honest I still didn't feel like I was forty years old. I felt younger. That might partly have something to do with me not having had kids, so my body hadn't been through what my friends' bodies had. And I was still pretty flexible from all the yoga I did. During my divorce I had lost some weight, which suited me well, so I had maintained that weight loss by doing yoga and swimming at the local pool complex.
My thoughts were interupted by a ding from my phone. It was a voice clip from Henry. I quickly popped my earbuds in before pressing play.
It was a short clip of him playing the guitar. I recognized the melody from this morning. He was humming along while playing the guitar and immediately I felt the tingeling sensation in my stomach. Butterflies perhaps.
I opened a chat and wrote a reply:
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He replied with a heart symbol.
I laid back on the sunbed and rested. It was warm, but the breeze from the ocean made it a comfortable spot to be in. I soon drifted off to sleep and only woke because Sarah poked me in the side.
"I think you have company", she whispered and nodded down the beach.
Henry was running along the beach wearing swimming shorts and sunglasses. He was tanned and perfect. I sat up on the sunbed ready to jump up and run towards him. But Sarah looked at me and whispered: "Let him come to you", so I stayed and waited. It felt kind of awkward not getting up, but I was so rusty when it came to being single and I didn't want to seem desperate. But I wasn't good at pretending and I really wanted to run towards him and throw myself into his arms.
Henry came up to where we were sitting and I really tried to contain my joy at seeing him, but I immediately grinned from ear to ear and got up to my feet. So much for playing it cool! He was so tall that I had to stand on the tip of my toes to reach him for a hug. I wasn't sure if hugging him was too much, but he went straight from the hug to kissing me on the lips. Right in front of Gayle and Sarah. And a nearly unconscious Ana of course. I smiled at him and took his hand.
"Do you mind if I borrow your friend for a while?" He asked the girls in his charming English accent.
They nodded in complete agreement and smiled obviously charmed by him. Gayle winked at me and said: "Just don't keep her out or up too late".
***
We walked down the beach to the place he was staying at. It seemed to be more like a villa than a condo. I admired the building, the huge windows and the architecture. This didn't seem to be part of the resort at all.
"My friend, Beck - or Beckham - owns it and let's me stay here whenever I want. I'm in the middle of writing and recording my next album, so I need to go somewhere without too many distractions", Henry explained.
"Am I not a distraction?" I asked looking at him teasingly.
"You're an inspiration", he smirked while drawing me closer by the band of my bikini bottoms. I put my hands on his chest and let them slide down his abs and around his back. He bent down and kissed me slowly and softly. I immediately felt this hunger for him. Like a junkie for a fix. I wanted to feel his hands all over me and to drown myself in his kisses.
I had never been this passionate before and even though Adam and I had had a good sex life, it had never been with the passion I felt now.
Henry put his hands on my ass and squeezed. This made me moan slightly and that set us off. He lifted me up so I could tangle my legs around his waist. It was effortless for him to just pick me up and carry me around. He carried me over to the sofa and gently laid me down. He placed himself on top of me and started kissing my neck and chest. He continued down my stomach and stopped just under my belly button. He looked up and I nodded for him to remove my bikini bottoms and continue. He did so without delay.
There was no doubt that he had done this before. Nor would it surprise me when I was told he had done it a lot. His tongue found its way around my creases and edges and his technique was perfect. In all my years of marriage, I had never had this kind of pleasure. I dug my fingernails into the fabric of the sofa to steady myself, but within a very short moment I exploded into orgasm. It surprised me so much that I covered my face in embarrasment.
"Don't cover your eyes, love", Henry said and removed my hands. "Was that okay for you?"
