Age gap

The Towel

Kasie’s request on our getaway was as mind-blowing as it was heart-warming and comforting

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Kasie traveled with me, my daughter Anna, and my now ex-wife Becki when we left New York each year between Christmas and New Year’s for a week of sun in the Caribbean. My annual bonus paid for the tickets, lodging, and meals.

She was the best friend to Anna, and her light-hearted nature made her pleasant to have around despite the challenges she faced with her parents, like her Dad’s DUI arrest on the day of her high school graduation.

This year was different. Life had changed dramatically. Anna was working in a paid internship, and Becki had decided during the summer that it was time to seek other partners after a couple of decades of marriage. Gone.

Staying put and getting used to sleeping alone in a queen-sized bed seemed like the only option.

“You should go, Dad, and work on your novel,” said Anna before Thanksgiving. “Clear your mind a bit. Kasie asked if we were going. I told her I’m not able to, but she says she’d be willing to pay her way.”

“Just me and Kasie?”

“Why not?”

I mulled it over and decided it was important to keep the semblance of a tradition. Kasie had a similar interest in literature and journalism, and always asked me questions on how I got my assignments.

Take the trip.

I made a quick call to the resort, reserved two rooms, and decided I’d spring for the plane tickets. If she wanted to pitch in… ah, heck. Just having someone pleasant and who was easy to talk to would be nice.

After a thirty-minute delay in taking off, the flight was fine, and we made it to the resort just fine with one suitcase and a carry-on each. When I walked up to the desk and gave the clerk my name, I got a surprise.

“Yes, we have everything right here. Room 243.”

Odd. “Room 243?”

“Yes.”

“I was told room 257 and 258.” I glanced quickly from the clerk to Kasie and back again.

The man furrowed his brow, seemed to study the screen, and said cheerfully, “Room 243 is ready for check-in.”

“But reservations were for two rooms.”

“It doesn’t show that here.” His fingers flew over the keyboard. “We’re sold out. Quite booked this week.”

“But when I made the…”

“I’m quite sorry.”

My mind was reeling. “Does it have two beds or one?”

“Room 243. Two double beds.” He smiled.

A line was forming behind me, and I was yawning. “Okay.”

His fingers clattered on the keyboard. I gave him my credit card for the deposit, took the two room keys he gave me, and walked back to Kasie perched on a chair, watching over the luggage like a mother hen.

“Uh, room 243.”

“Great,” she smiled, popped up, and grabbed her bags.

“That’s the only room we have. There’s some mistake.” Embarrassment paralyzed me. The resort was on a sprawling beachfront, and the nearest hotel was going to be quite a taxi ride away.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

A getaway always holds some type of promise, but reality has a way of catching up and changing plans.

“Well, let’s go.” Kasie sounded upbeat. “Room 243 it is.”

“Alright.” I figured it’d be easy for me to spend time in the lounge or write in a quiet area of the lobby if she needed space. We rode the elevator one floor, made it to the room, and opened the door.

“Oh, this is nice,” said Kasie.

The room had a kitchenette, a sofa, and an easy chair angled to one side, decorated in a relaxing soft, blue hue with a wonderful ocean view and palm trees. A partition hid the bed.

The bed. I glanced side-to-side. One bed.

My shoulders tensed. I hated that feeling, the type of tightness that attacked my body when facing deadlines. “Hmm.”

“I’d like to take a walk on the beach,” said Kasie, setting her bag by the closet and looking for … the second bed.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa,” I volunteered, peeking into the bathroom with a spacious spa tub and a walk-in shower designed without a partition. The room was perfect if I was having a second honeymoon, and not a strangely awkward getaway with my daughter’s best friend.

“Or I can.” Her voice carried a sense of obligation.

“No, don’t think about it.”

“That’s too bad.”

The sofa looked like I’d have to bend my knees and lie on my side.

“Worse things could happen.” Although I’d hate to think what those worse things would be.

Kasie smiled. “I don’t think it’s too bad. And, listen, I can sleep on the sofa at least one night.”

“Go take your walk,” I laughed. “I’ll be fine.”

Kasie grabbed her swimsuit from her suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom, and I poked around the kitchenette. Plenty of coffee. Good.

I’d be alone with my thoughts, which was sometimes scary, hopefully not dwelling on how Becki had secretly grown unhappy with me while spending more time on the internet.

Seductive lies about a better life with someone else were the downside of technology, and my heart felt the pain sneaking in.

Kasie stepped out of the bathroom. “I’ll be back soon.”

In the snap of a finger, the warmth of Kasie’s eyes combined with her smile drew me in. The lovely way her wrap fit around her hips and her bikini fit over her breasts just shook me. “Okay.” I felt like I slurred my speech. “No hurry.”

“I’ll be hungry and thought we could grab dinner. I’ll pay for us.”

“That’s okay, don’t worry. Enjoy the stroll.” I smiled.

“Okay. Let me know what you’d like to eat.”

“Will do.”

She was out, and when the door closed, I was left with a rapidly beating heart.

Dinner went well on the resort’s patio with a plate of spicy shrimp. My margarita was light on tequila and great for sipping. I had a few pages to knock out and decided I needed a clear mind.

Kasie ordered the same, and I forgot her 21st birthday was weeks away. For a split second, I wondered what others thought about us and if I was some creepy older guy.

I laughed. A creepy, older rich guy. If I had plenty of money, I wouldn’t mind if some gorgeous young thing was after my bank account. It’d be fun to have that amount of dough.

“What’s so funny?” Kasie leaned back in her chair, sipping her drink.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Liar.” She smiled. “You don’t have to tell me, but I’m curious.”

“I was just wondering if people thought I’m an older rich guy.”

“Because a younger woman is sipping drinks with you?”

“Yeah.”

Kasie furrowed her brow. “Hmm, do you think anyone cares?”

“I guess they don’t, but it’s fun to guess what they might be thinking.”

A warm breeze floated over us, the sun dipped, and the patio lights came on with a band playing and couples dancing. Suddenly, a thought of how Becki enjoyed dancing on the same patio in years past struck me and my jaw tightened.

“What’s the matter?” asked Kasie.

“Just lost in my thoughts.”

“I can tell.” Her voice turned upbeat. “Let’s dance.” She stood, moved to my chair, took my hand, and I followed her to the floor where we moved together, with my arm supporting her back and our fingers locked. “Thank you for bringing me.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Memories always tag along, don’t they?”

“Yes, they do.” Her comment was wise, and I relaxed, taking her hands in mine and cherishing the moment.

“Let’s create new ones.” Her eyes became a safe space, and I never realized how acceptance could be an aphrodisiac.

After the first night of sleeping on the sofa, my knees ached and my shoulder was so stiff in the morning that I winced while putting on my shirt.

I waited until Kasie rolled out of bed in a nightshirt was just below her hips and was showering even though the bathroom door was open.

We went to breakfast with plenty of fresh juice, and she announced her plans to lie on the beach.

“Join me for a while anyway.” Her voice and eyes pleaded with me, so I set my work aside and ventured with a towel onto the sand, lying next to her.

“How about some lotion on the shoulders?” she asked.

In our past travels, I had never touched her. She and Anna lathered each other. But now it was fine, although awkward. “Sure.”

“I mean, I’ll put lotion on you.” Her voice was as gentle as the ocean waves rolling onto the white sand.

“Oh, okay.”

She took the bottle, lathered her hands, and started with my sore shoulder, working it gently and deeply. I could feel the muscle loosening. “Don’t sleep on the sofa tonight.”

“Fine.” I didn’t answer or ask if she was willing to change places, since I was falling asleep while her hands slowly worked over me.

We waded into the surf. She dove in and swam, and we left the sand and decided to head to the village for shopping. But first, she wanted to take another shower.

“A quick one.”

“Fine.”

Several minutes went by, and she called softly. “Andrew.”

“Yes.”

“Can you bring me a towel, please? I don’t want to get the floor wet.”

I stepped in and Kasie stood with water dripping from the ends of her hair, over her shoulders, and down her breasts. “Okay.” I took the towel, and before I handed it to her, she murmured.

“Wrap it around me, please. I’m a bit chilly.”

Once I veiled her in the fabric, I surrendered. “May I dry you?”

“Please, do.”

Laying the towel over her shoulders felt awkward until Kasie whispered. “I need a connection as badly as you.”

I pressed onto her shoulders and in the moment kissed her mouth while running the towel over her lower neck and down her breasts while pressing against her bottom, caressing her ass, and feeling my cock throb.

Her butt was gorgeous, and she spread her legs shoulder-width, letting me run the towel slowly along her inner thighs. Her flesh was like a magnet, and my emotions were helpless metal filings, clinging to her. I opened my mouth, pursed my lips, and kissed along her buttocks on the right and then the left before dropping the towel, placing my hands on her ass, and licking slowly and delicately as though savoring her as a delicacy.

We kissed and passion replaced words, and in a moment Kasie had me undressed. and I stood naked with my cock protruding while she sank to her knees, opened her mouth, and took my shaft. Tasting, licking, and letting me experience the pleasure that had vanished many months before.

Kasie licked and used her tongue to trail down my cock, along my balls, and back between my legs, before I paused to shower quickly, dry off, and join her in bed with lazy kisses that felt deep and shook me to the core.

Though she was young, she was generous and held me tightly, and made me — a much older man — feel secure. I rolled onto my back and let her mount me as we looked deeply beyond each other’s eyes and into our hearts and souls.

“I need this as much as you do,” she whispered, making any guilt vanish. Kasie lowered her mouth near my ear and nibbled on my earlobe while I thrust deeply inside, bringing her moans and groans to the surface.

Her ass felt heavenly, and I squeezed, releasing stress while she muttered, “Yeah.”

I fucked her and felt more hope for the future than lust in the moment, and she responded, and though my orgasm pushed and released from my cock. I was still buzzing and coaxed her, so she turned with her legs over my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her waist and brought her pussy to my lips and licked deliberately, flicking against her clitoris, and igniting her passion.

Kasie shook, subtly at first, and then her body rocked while I held her, and she exhaled in long gasps.

As nice as it was to come inside her, we shared a quiet joy in lying next to each other in the silence.

“You’re precious. Thank you.” I held her close.

“Sleep with me tonight, please, and tomorrow. I was too lonely last night, and I promise your shoulder will feel just fine.”

I smiled, took in her scent, and let her voice soothe me. I wondered if we’d even make it into town to go shopping.

“I’d say it’s on the mend.” I winked, closed my eyes, and lay against her flesh feeling content.

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