Mr. Zimmer's Wild Weekend
by Persephone
"Carl, you need a vacation."
Carl Zimmer looked up from his monitor and rubbed his eyes. "Uh huh."
"No really. Vacation. Four days away from here. You've been working yourself to death. When did you last even see sunshine?"
Shelley Sullivan regarded her boss with concern as he hunched over his monitor once more. As the managing director of a restaurant supplies company, he'd been working twelve to fourteen hour days, trying to keep up with demand. He hadn't given himself a day off in a month and his eyes were hollow and grey.
"Carl. Sit up, look at me." Shelley used the voice she reserved for her children when they were misbehaving. Carl Zimmer sat up and gave his secretary his attention. Shelley Sullivan was his favorite employee, bright, pretty and still sexy at forty. And she had an exquisite teenage daughter he'd met at the company picnic last year, when the pretty young thing had worn those shorts, so tight, and that skimpy midriff T shirt... she'd asked him for a deviled egg, and he was so obsessed with her sexy body he forgot all about the egg....
"We can handle things here. I've already made arrangements," Shelley said. "There's a private vacation resort in Cancun. Three days from now, you're on a plane. Fresh air, sunshine, pretty girls to look at. And I won't accept any excuses."
"Yes Mrs Sullivan," he replied. It had been a joke between them. Her mother had been his seventh grade teacher, who used to discipline him when he acted up in class. He never let on how aroused that had made him, or how much he thought about his favorite teacher after he got in bed that night. Apparently good looks ran in the family.
"Pack a bag. You won't need much. Eden's Grotto is a clothing optional resort. It'll give you a chance to really let go...."
"I - what? I don't know if I'm ready for..."
"Trust me, you're ready. Or you will be. 'No' is not an option."
"Yes Miss Sullivan," he answered dutifully.
Four days later, Carl Zimmer was landing in Cancun. As soon as he stepped off the plane he realized how right Shelley had been. The warm summer air and light breeze made him feel better almost immediately, and the sight of three young girls in microscopic bikinis greeting visitors made him glad to be alive. He hailed a golf cart taxi and made his way to the resort.
Carl Zimmer thought of himself as an open minded individual, but he did blink and look twice as he entered the breezy, sunlit lobby. A young couple, maybe twenty and completely naked, were standing by the door as he walked by. She had a warm glow about her and his erect cock glistened with fresh pussy juice.
He walked to the desk, where an unbelievably beautiful topless blonde greeted him with a sinfully erotic smile.
"Welcome to Eden, Master. May I check you in?" Her firm boobs bounced slightly as she spoke, making him feel he was nineteen again.
"Yuh- um, yes. Carl Zimmer. One person, three nights."
"Mmmmm....." her lingering sigh suggested that she wished she were changing his occupancy from one person to two, and Carl felt his cock begging to get to know her.
"Cabana seven, out the door and around the left side, by the pool. You'll have a good view of me - I mean the pool. Enjoy your stay!" She handed him a hard plastic key and let her fingers linger in his.
Carl found his cabin and tossed his bag on the bed. He saw a note next to a pitcher of margaritas, waiting for him.
'Drink me,' the note read, 'then head to Surfside Cove.'
Carl suspected that someone might be playing tricks on him. Maybe Shelley. This whole trip had been her idea. But anyway, he was willing to play along. She was one extraordinary secretary.
He poured himself a generous margarita and downed it in three gulps, and poured another. After two glasses he felt invigorated and relaxed, ready for anything. And horny! Christ, he hadn't felt this randy since he and Marilee Wilson had fucked behind that gravestone on Halloween night. He'd been sixteen and thought he learned what love was that night.
Now he was a forty three year old man, divorced, with one son who never speaks to him. And suddenly, wildly, he found himself as alive and horny as a rabbit on an Ecstasy rush. Damn.
Carl slipped into his swim trunks. Hmmm. Did his cock actually look bigger? hard, yeah, but actually longer? Impossible! He shrugged and stepped out to find this 'Surfside Cove'. He hailed a golf cart and let the shirtless black kid drive him across the beach. Passing a couple of beautiful topless women in their late twenties, wearing nothing but thong panties and inviting smiles, he was hard-pressed not to jump out and throw them both onto the sand and just go at it, but he restrained himself.
The taxi eventually brought him to the edge of the beach where a rocky ledge overhung a secluded grotto. A wooden sign read, "PELIGRO. Surfside Cove - not safe at high tide. Discretion advised." He thanked the taxi driver and ventured into the shallow, sandy cove.
Centuries of waves had sculpted the sides into a series of ledges, where rounded stone formations had created layered seats. Sunlight streamed in through a cleft in the ceiling, illuminating sparkling sand and pockets of still water. Carl ventured further into the cove looking for clues to follow, but found only water, sand and abandoned swimsuits.
He settled into one of the natural benches to wait for whatever would happen next. It didn't take long. An older woman, possibly in her early sixties but still very attractive, entered the cove in a one piece bathing suit, actually a bikini connected by a mesh panel. She settled down near him and let a shaft of sunlight warm her face.
"Anything is possible in a place like this, you know?" she said after a while. Carl didn't know if she was talking to him or just thinking out loud, so he grunted in a non-commital way.
"You come here to get away from it all, and meet old friends, and new," she continued, "and nature takes its course." She unzipped the side of her swimsuit and deftly slipped out of it until she was sitting nude on the smooth stone bench. Carl couldn't help but look, admiring her firm body. She had the look of someone he'd seen before but couldn't place, at once mysterious and familiar.
"Join me," she whispered, "get out of those silly clothes." She casually stroked her fingertips along his thigh, almost making him jump - but his erection responded, begging to be released. He slipped his shorts down, letting his hard cock spring upright, and she responded by running her nails along the underside of his shaft, cooing pleasantly. He slipped his suit the rest of the way off and settled back against the warm stone, his eyes closed reveling in her expert touch.
"I know when a man needs to connect with himself," she said, "and I think I'll let you get reacquainted." Carl frowned slightly at her comment. Was she inviting him to masturbate? Did she want to watch? This woman seemed nearly old enough to be his mother.
He decided that inaction was the best response, and waited to see what she'd do. Damn, she looked familiar! After a few seconds of awkward silence, she withdrew her hand and he heard her rise up and walk out of the cove. There was a brief shuffling of more feet causing him to pause, but surely anyone familiar with this cove wouldn't be surprised to see a naked man with a hard-on inside.
"You never did bring me that deviled egg, Mr Zimmer," said a young female voice he recognized. Carl sat bolt upright and stared at the girl: Shelley's daughter - Carrie? Karen? Something like that - who'd looked so young, innocent, and inviting at that picnic, in her tight shorts and that tiny show-a-little-teenage-boob top, now sitting right before him on the sand, completely and gloriously naked. Her legs spread to reveal her smooth, fuckable fifteen year old pussy and her plump young breasts with cherry-red nipples. She tossed her honey blonde hair, stretched like a cat, and winked at him.
"Surprised to see me? This was Mom's idea. She knows I wanted you to see me nude ever since the picnic. I just couldn't stop thinking about the way you looked at my body...." the young girl stretched again and then slowly stood up. "Do you like what you see? I hope so!" She glanced at Carl's cock and licked her lips.
"I… Oh, god," he stammered, "there's no easy way to say this, I remember you, but I don't remember your name."
She giggled and slid her hands around his back.
"Chloe, silly. Chloe who wants to be fucked hard by Mr. Zimmer, whose name I do remember!" she took his hands and pulled him to his feet, then pushed him down and laid him on the sand, straddling his body with her pretty legs.
"Hold my body, Mr Zimmer. Let me feel your hands on my skin. Or should I call you Carl? Or sir?"
"Carl," he grunted, still trying to understand how this moment could be happening. His secretary's sexy little daughter, that forbidden Lolita of blossoming adolescent sexuality, was naked and straddling him in a secluded cove at an exclusive Cancun resort where public sex is not just allowed, but expected.
Chloe lowered her young body until her moist, welcoming pussy lips pressed lightly against the tip of his straining cock. Carl moaned and reached for her waist, caressing her warm skin. She smiled down at him and slowly, oh so slowly, let him feel his cock sliding into her depths. Chloe threw her head back and gasped as he finally lost control and began to thrust up into her savagely, his cock filling her fragile body.
Incredibly, his unnaturally huge erection disappeared completely within the naked young beauty, and she began grinding her puffy outer lips against him, letting her body find its rhythm with his. Carl moaned and gripped her waist, dragging her down as he thrust upward; kissing her firm young breasts as his tongue teased her nipples. She let her hair brush against his face as he slid his cock into her moist, eager young pussy, her body begging for his. He flipped them over so he was on top, trapping her tiny form beneath him and thrusting into her, fucking this young beauty with a ferocity he hadn't achieved in years.
After a few moments he felt his cock soaring towards a massive orgasm, as she felt hers approaching too.
"Don't stop," she gasped, "Ever! oh god! Fuck me. Fuck ME!!!"
Carl Zimmer pounded into her with savage passion as he felt his balls erupt, filling the greedy young teenager with his spurting cum. He thrust twice, three, a dozen more times before going rigid and then collapsing on top of her, gasping for breath, his body slick with sweat.
"Oh my god," he whispered, "what the fuck are you even doing here?!"
"It was all Mom's idea. Gramma? Did you get it?"
"Huh??" he asked, looking up.
The older lady smiled down at him, and at last he recognized her face - the same lips that had whose erotic shape had given him his first erection when he was a twelve year old schoolboy.
"Carl," she said in a voice that he remembered very well, "you've been a very bad boy today." Under him, Chloe began giggling uncontrollably.
"And I'm going to make sure you to spend the next four days fucking my grand-daughter every chance you get. My daughter is absolutely going to love this footage when you get back to the office!"
"Wanna go for a swim?" Chloe asked, sitting up. "No need for a suit! Then when you're ready, I am so sucking that cock!"
Yeah, the next few days would be interesting... and he knew Shelley would be eager to hear all about it!
[Editor's Note: If you are wondering why this story is in the Horny Spirit category, all I can say is I can't prove anything, but I'm mighty suspicious of that Margarita.]
