Esther called me up one day out of boredom from her work routine. We were shutting down early that Friday after wrapping up a big contract, so I asked her, “How about if we run away for the weekend, like we used to when we were in school?”

“Where did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know, but we’ll make it a short trip, we can pack light.

“How light?” She sounded tentative.

“Meet me in your lobby, we can leave your car there and I’ll drop you off when we get back.”

“Wow, just like that?”

“There’s nothing we can’t do without, or that we can’t get later. Like I said that one time, ‘We’re young, we got our wheels and plastic on our hip, what else would we need?'”

I could almost see her smile at the memory those words brought up. When my father had taken off for South Korea for three weeks, I had just picked up a sport bike and met her on campus. I knew that one of her old boyfriends had one and she loved riding it with him, so I was glad about my choice when her eyes lit up when she saw me arrive. She slung her backpack and asked where we were going. I just shrugged and pointed the bike west. When she saw that I wasn’t going to stop at our home she asked me why weren’t packing, and I that’s when I first told that saying to her. She grinned and put her arms around me tight. Just two youngsters going off on an adventure. We hit the Pacific coast and turned Highway 1 into a thrill ride. We stopped at dusk in a small town where we rented a cottage for the weekend, and we spent it dancing at a local music spot and sweaty fucking each night.

“Then you remember that salsa place we found that night?” She was warming to the idea.

“It would be a very sad thing if we ever forgot.”

“I’ll see you downstairs!”

We flew out to Monterey and stayed at the Plaza Hotel, which sat at one end of Cannery Row. While I unpacked, Esther took off her jacket and shoes to relax before we set out for dinner. The bay was clear of clouds and fog, so I opened the drapes of the floor to ceiling windows. Esther padded across the floor to join me and take in the view.

“Thanks for bringing us out here, honey.”

She noticed my facial expression, an involuntary, slightly startled look. “Do you think this place is okay?”

“Yeah,” I told her, “This place is great. It’s not that. I never mentioned it before, but it feels a bit funny to hear you call me honey.”

“Why not?” she asked as she turned to me, unbuttoning her blouse, and letting it drift open. The view behind her seemed pretty insignificant all of a sudden. “You’re the man in my life, so that’s my pet name for you.”

“It’s just that I’m used to you saying that to my father.”

She made an “ah” of understanding and shook her head.

“Alex, the divorce was almost four years ago. We’ve been living together for two. I’m not your stepmother anymore.” She reached into my pants and grasped me in way that reinforced what she said. She squeezed and stroked, slow and firm, going a little faster when my cock hardened in her grip. She let her blouse slip off her shoulders, and it slid down to the floor.

“The people in those beach houses across the bay might have big telescopes,” I warned her.

“If they want to peep, then let’s give them something to really gawk at,” she told me as she took her skirt off and gave me a tongue kiss that made me break into a sudden sweat. “Leave the curtains open.”

I picked her up and carried her to the bed.

We left for dinner while there was still a little light left. She knew a small restaurant a couple of blocks over on Lighthouse Avenue that she wanted to try while we there. On our way across the coastal bike trail, we noticed a couple sitting by the side. The man was in obvious discomfort and the woman was tending to him.

“Are you two going to be all right?” Esther paused to ask them.

“Some dust was kicked up and got in his eyes,” the woman answered.

“Let me look at him,” Esther asked. She examined his eyes and told him, “Please try to keep your eyes open.”

Esther lightly touched his face to hold his eyelids open and blew gently on his eyes. “Okay, try carefully to blink now.”

“I think that helped, thank you.”

“What’s your name?” the woman asked.

“I’m Esther. This is Alex.”

“I’m Marisol, the man you helped is my husband, Carlo. Thank you very much.”

“It doesn’t look like your eyes were scratched, but you should get some eye drops to clear them out and soothe the inflammation. Come with us, there’s a drug store on the corner over there.”

As Esther helped Carlo, he was apparently getting turned on by her gentle touch and the soft sensation of her breath on his face. Marisol’s gaze directed me to his crotch, and I could now see the size of his dick as it swelled up in his pants. It not only made a huge bulge, but it was halfway down his thigh towards his knee! Marisol stepped towards the sidewalk, blocking the view from any passersby.

It bumped Esther’s leg and she looked down. I could see her mutter, “Holy fuck.”

Carlo shuffled back a step self-consciously. Marisol stepped in front of him to spare him further embarrassment. I noticed that she was stacked very nicely for her short frame. I also noticed her look at me with appreciation, though I quickly put that aside as flattering myself. Besides, she already had a tall, dark handsome man with a member hanging halfway down his leg. I figured that he must be a porn star wherever he came from or had been hired by a resort to keep tourist women coming around.

Esther’s maternal instinct kicked in and she wanted to stick around a bit while Carlo’s eyes got flushed out. Marisol didn’t seem to mind the fussing. “Thank you so much, you didn’t have to go out of your way to do this.”

“Not at all,” Esther pointed, “We were on our way to that restaurant across there when we saw you.”

“Please, allow us to buy you dinner, then. It’s so good to meet pleasant, helpful people.”

Damned if she didn’t make eyes at me again. Esther noticed too but didn’t make anything of it. If anything, she seemed inwardly pleased. At dinner, the two of them carried on like sisters or long-lost friends, talking animatedly with lots of laughter. Carlo and I talked photography and motorcycles. Afterward, there was still a lot of night left so I asked everyone what they would like to do.

“I want to stop in the shops on the way back to pick out what to wear for the weekend,” Esther answered, putting a hand on Marisol’s shoulder, “and now I have someone to shop with.”

Carlo and I grinned as the two of them smiled at each other and back at us.

“Happy wife, happy life,” he nodded to me, then leaned over to kiss Marisol.

“Would you care to join us for a couple of drinks?” Esther asked. “Alex, you and Carlo can find something and we’ll join you upstairs when we’re done.”

Carlo and Marisol headed back to their car to move it closer to the hotel first, then Carlo and I picked up a smooth, sweet liquor from the hotel bar to split with the girls and went up to wait. He stepped out on the balcony for a smoke and settled into a chair to enjoy the view. I poured glasses for us and settled into the other chair.

“This is a wonderful suite, so much room and a magnificent view.”

“Esther’s pretty good at making this sort of thing happen. I’m just the one who gets us started.”

“How did you two meet?”

“I’ve known her since high school,” I fudged, “I didn’t get together with her until a few years ago. I never thought that I would. I always thought she was beyond my reach.”

“I can understand that. After we got married, Marisol told me that when we first grew close that she felt insecure, that she was too young and inexperienced for me. She’s very beautiful, but she thought I would never take her seriously.”

“It’s not a good feeling,” I agreed, “but when Esther and I finally got together, wow, it really clicked.”

“Marisol thinks you are a very handsome couple.”

“I’d thank her when we get a chance.”

Carlo smiled easily.