"I can't believe it!"
"You're looking at it all the wrong way.", I said.
"Oh?"
I reached out and took her hand. "You aren't my first love, but you are my last. Those other girls simply trained me to be the best possible person for you. Forget them. I'm with you. You're all I ever wanted."
"They trained you?"
"I'm a very quick study." I rubbed her calf with a toe. "I'll give you another lesson tonight."
"I can't believe this." She said this with a smile, so I knew I was past the worst of it.
"Just remember, it doesn't matter how many were before you, only how many now, and the answer to that is one, you, and I don't want anybody else. Only you."
That must have satisfied her, since she leaned over and kissed me softly. She also had a wicked gleam in her eye afterwards. "Junior high, too?"
"Let's just say that my growth spurt in the ninth grade made everything bigger." Marilyn blushed fiercely at that. Thankfully she let the topic drop and we finished dinner without my feeling like I was wandering blindly through a minefield. Later that night I taught her a few new techniques. Education is a good thing.
By Thursday morning the storm was blown out to sea and the day was sunny and warm. We used another of the dwindling supply of rubbers and then cleaned up and dressed in our swimsuits and cover-ups. Marilyn was heading for the beach, and no matter how I tried to entice her back upstairs, she headed for the ocean as soon as breakfast was over. Even my entreaties that she needed to lie down for a few hours after every meal failed!
She searched around trying to find the perfect spot, with me trudging behind her like in a bad sitcom. I settled the matter by dropping our stuff in the middle of the beach and spreading a couple of jumbo towels out while she stood there and studied other locations. It wasn't until I pulled off my shirt that she decided this was adequate after all. Off came her shirt, and I smiled to see her in the bikini she had teased me about earlier. She posed and smiled at me. "Is this all right?"
By the standards prevalent when our kids would be going to the beach, it was definitely stodgy, but by 1974 standards it was very nice. It was a blue and white floral print, with a slightly underwired top that didn't cover too much, and a full coverage bottom, but still a fair bit skimpier than granny panties. I twirled my fingers around and she twisted around for me. "I really think you need to go upstairs and lie down for a bit. You shouldn't go swimming for at least two hours after eating. Maybe more!"
She wagged her finger at me. "Nice try, but I am not going to spend my entire vacation at the beach looking at it from inside a hotel room!"
"Well, if you get a cramp and drown horribly, don't blame me." I pulled a bottle of suntan lotion from the duffel bag we were using for a beach bag. "Why don't you let me help you?"
She deftly snatched it from me and plopped down on the blanket next to me. "Maybe my back." We oiled up, and then did each other's backs, and if I lingered longer than was necessary, it was simply to ensure proper coverage. Marilyn's quiet moan was simply from my massaging the muscles of her back.
"You sure about not lying down?", I whispered into her ear.
She laughed. "You are evil!" She jumped up and sprinted towards the gentle surf. I followed her into the water and we horsed around some, splashing and body surfing. If I managed to cop a few feels and otherwise torment her, it was purely accidental. Trust me!
Eventually we came into shore again, put on some more lotion, and sat there and watched the sights. We both had sunglasses on, so I felt safe with some girl watching. Not many girls were as pretty as Marilyn, but it was a worthy exercise anyway. For all I know, she was boy watching; I never asked, but fair is fair.
Lunch was beer and sandwiches at the Hilton's beachside café, followed by some more swimming and a nap on our towels. That part wasn't planned. I hoped I had on enough suntan lotion, but I have an unfortunate tendency to burn badly, and I suspected I would know it by tomorrow. By late afternoon I convinced Marilyn to go back upstairs for some afternoon delight.
She was giggling as we entered our suite. Like before, I followed her into her bedroom, and we kept on going right into her bathroom. "I need to wash my suit out.", she commented.
"Mine, too." I wrapped her in my arms and reached around to undo the clasp for her top. I pulled it off and then knelt down and pulled her bottoms off. I couldn't resist the temptation, so I leaned forward and gave her pussy a quick lick. She tasted salty, and a bit sandy. I stood up and shucked off my suit as well, and we got into the shower together.
"I don't think we're actually saving any water.", commented Marilyn while I rubbed the soap over her tits.
I pondered it briefly. "Would you prefer it if we stopped and separated?" I asked this as I began teasing her nipples.
She gave me a smile and grabbed my stiff cock. "Efficiency isn't all it's cracked up to be."
I washed her all over, but then I diddled her clit until she gasped and came, shivering in my arms. She ended up leaning against the wall of the shower while I quickly washed and rinsed, and then I turned off the water. We dried ourselves quickly. Marilyn scampered bare-ass into her bedroom and flopped backwards on it, spreading her legs lewdly. "Hurry up!", she ordered. I had created a monster!
I stood there at the foot of the bed and smiled as I took in the scene. "Bitch, bitch, bitch! Always with the orders!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Come on, get over here!"
"You don't love me! You're only using me for sex!", I cried out theatrically.
Marilyn laughed loudly at that. "I recall that it was you that wanted to stay up here instead of going to the beach."
I shrugged at that. I decided to torment her some first, so I knelt down on the floor and crawled onto the bed between her legs. I kissed and licked her pussy, but pointedly avoided touching or tasting her clit, so that she got to the point where she was squirming around on the bed and trying to push my head where she wanted it to go. Eventually I relented and ate her through two long and loud orgasms.
After the second orgasm, I crawled onto the bed next to her and tucked the pillows behind me, so that I was sitting semi-upright. Marilyn watched me with glazed eyes, and asked, "What about you?", looking down at my very hard cock.
I toyed with her some more. "I can't move. I'm suffering from whiplash!"
I was expecting at least a blush, but Marilyn said, "But what about those ... things?"
"You'll have to go and get them."
"Unh unh. You wore me out. You have to get them."
So I got to my feet and brought the box back in. I pulled one out and looked inside. We were going to have to go shopping. That had potential for major league humor. I let Marilyn open it and put it on me, and then I climbed on board for some good old fashioned missionary position. "You are so beautiful. I love you so much.", I whispered to her. Marilyn's pussy felt extra tight and hot this afternoon. I continued whispering to her, and spiced it up by adding some extra comments. "Ummm, your pussy feels so good ... you're so wet and juicy ... does it feel good?"
The dirty talk kicked it up a notch for Marilyn. Her arms were wrapped tightly around me, and I brought my hands down to that warm and full ass, to cup her buttcheeks and pull her against me even tighter. I had her wrap her legs around me and hold on while I pounded her into the mattress. My cock was slamming into her and rubbing her clit on each up and down stroke. After a few minutes of this, I collapsed onto her, and my cock pumped a load into the end of the rubber. It felt like it would never end, and I was wondering about the capacity of the things, but afterwards, when I rolled off of her and pulled it off, it was still in one piece.