Prologue
The water was ice cold on Alana’s skin. Skinny dipping within sight of my aunt’s house. Great idea, Mark. But she was smiling. Her neck and face, exposed above the softly rippling lake water, felt warm from the hot summer air. Mark was breast stroking around her in small circles, his naked member bobbing slightly above the surface of the water, teasing her to look. They talked and they laughed, alone on a night that felt like a different world. Undisturbed except by the background noises of June.
There were words between them, but they didn’t stick. Everything seemed to simply slide off the bourbon they had stolen from her aunt’s liquor cabinet. Her inhibitions boiled away in the bottom of her belly despite the cold lake water, and she felt something between Mark and her change. It was as if, standing together in a room with the lights off, they’d found the switch.
They swam close, the soft sound of Mark’s six-battery boom box (top of the line at the time) seren ading them in the background. Their pulses quickened despite the slow music and their lips met firmly and with slow passion.
Mark took Alana by the hand and walked her out of the water o nto the grassy lake shore. She plopped her naked bottom down on the laid out beach towel, leaning back onto her arms and letting Mark enjoy the sight of her perfect breasts and slim, hourglass form.
Prowling up to her slowly, he came down to touch lips once again as he gently pu shed her back onto the towel. They were slow but intense, and began to pick up the pace. Mark caressed Alana’s perfect waist and generous hips. He loved the feel of her plump abundant lips, the smell of her fresh from lake.
He guided his hand down between her legs. They closed instinctively in response, Alana breaking from their embrace to look into Mark’s clear, blue eyes. He kissed her again, ravenously, and her legs relaxed as she was overwhelmed by his passion….
That night was the last she would see of Mark for a decade.
Chapter One
Alana peered out the window of the Greyhound, thinking. Memories of Mark’s naked, glistening form hovered in her mind - teasing. It’d been awhile since she’d seen Mark, but she still fondly remembered their days laughing and joking around together during the long, hot, boring summers at her Aunt Barbara’s house. Mark was a local she’d met randomly while bike riding, and they’d become fast friends. They used to go skinny dipping in the nearby lake when her aunt went down to town for groceries, Mark showing off his cut physique - earned during his long hours of practice for the high school football and basketball teams. Of course, she hadn’t seen Mark in forever. If she were honest with herself, she’d be a little disappointed to see him still holed up in her aunt’s small town. On the bright side, if he was still there, they’d finally get a chance to discuss what happened the last time they saw each other…
A tingle went up her spine, and Alana suddenly felt warm. She looked around, as if people in adjacen t seats could sense her thoughts. No worries, there, she thought, eyeing the gruff looking man asleep in the aisle across from her as evidence.
It occurred to her that all things considered, her life could be a lot worse. She was recently divorced, sure, but at least now she no longer had to endure a relationship in which she felt neglected and underappreciated. Toward the end she’d suspected that Jeremy had been cheating on her, but at that point she hadn’t even cared anymore. At least she’d come out well in their settlement, losing almost all of the physical property shared during their marriage (thus the Greyhound on which she was currently riding instead of the Audi she’d gotten from Jeremy a few years ago), but keeping a sizeable portion of the money from their joint investments (i.e., most of it).
When she’d decided she didn’t want any more of the corporate life (or her very corporate,
The water was ice cold on Alana’s skin. Skinny dipping within sight of my aunt’s house. Great idea, Mark. But she was smiling. Her neck and face, exposed above the softly rippling lake water, felt warm from the hot summer air. Mark was breast stroking around her in small circles, his naked member bobbing slightly above the surface of the water, teasing her to look. They talked and they laughed, alone on a night that felt like a different world. Undisturbed except by the background noises of June.
There were words between them, but they didn’t stick. Everything seemed to simply slide off the bourbon they had stolen from her aunt’s liquor cabinet. Her inhibitions boiled away in the bottom of her belly despite the cold lake water, and she felt something between Mark and her change. It was as if, standing together in a room with the lights off, they’d found the switch.
They swam close, the soft sound of Mark’s six-battery boom box (top of the line at the time) seren ading them in the background. Their pulses quickened despite the slow music and their lips met firmly and with slow passion.
Mark took Alana by the hand and walked her out of the water o nto the grassy lake shore. She plopped her naked bottom down on the laid out beach towel, leaning back onto her arms and letting Mark enjoy the sight of her perfect breasts and slim, hourglass form.
Prowling up to her slowly, he came down to touch lips once again as he gently pu shed her back onto the towel. They were slow but intense, and began to pick up the pace. Mark caressed Alana’s perfect waist and generous hips. He loved the feel of her plump abundant lips, the smell of her fresh from lake.
He guided his hand down between her legs. They closed instinctively in response, Alana breaking from their embrace to look into Mark’s clear, blue eyes. He kissed her again, ravenously, and her legs relaxed as she was overwhelmed by his passion….
That night was the last she would see of Mark for a decade.
Chapter One
Alana peered out the window of the Greyhound, thinking. Memories of Mark’s naked, glistening form hovered in her mind - teasing. It’d been awhile since she’d seen Mark, but she still fondly remembered their days laughing and joking around together during the long, hot, boring summers at her Aunt Barbara’s house. Mark was a local she’d met randomly while bike riding, and they’d become fast friends. They used to go skinny dipping in the nearby lake when her aunt went down to town for groceries, Mark showing off his cut physique - earned during his long hours of practice for the high school football and basketball teams. Of course, she hadn’t seen Mark in forever. If she were honest with herself, she’d be a little disappointed to see him still holed up in her aunt’s small town. On the bright side, if he was still there, they’d finally get a chance to discuss what happened the last time they saw each other…
A tingle went up her spine, and Alana suddenly felt warm. She looked around, as if people in adjacen t seats could sense her thoughts. No worries, there, she thought, eyeing the gruff looking man asleep in the aisle across from her as evidence.
It occurred to her that all things considered, her life could be a lot worse. She was recently divorced, sure, but at least now she no longer had to endure a relationship in which she felt neglected and underappreciated. Toward the end she’d suspected that Jeremy had been cheating on her, but at that point she hadn’t even cared anymore. At least she’d come out well in their settlement, losing almost all of the physical property shared during their marriage (thus the Greyhound on which she was currently riding instead of the Audi she’d gotten from Jeremy a few years ago), but keeping a sizeable portion of the money from their joint investments (i.e., most of it).
When she’d decided she didn’t want any more of the corporate life (or her very corporate,
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