R and R

Mmmm...a Malibu morning. I just got back from a walk on the beach. There's a low overcast and it's about 60 degrees. Not too different from a typical summer morning up at my home in Santa Rosa. There's barely any surf this morning so there wasn't much of a crowd on the beach. When I left the house this morning in just my shorts and a sweatshirt I was feeling kind of cold, but walking along I soon warmed up, except for my feet, which kept having the surf wash over them as I misjudged how far up the beach the waves would break. I ran across a number of people walking their dogs, jogging, or, like me, just taking a morning stroll on the beach, some of them, like me, with their morning cups of coffee as company. Except for the joggers with their buds in their ears most of the people are friendly, offering at least a good morning and a smile. I came across a pair of surfers, either unaware of surf reports or eternally optimistic, leaning against a log. After we'd talked for a few minutes I started getting a little cold, so I told them so and that I needed to move along to cool off. They generously offered to warm me up between them. They were cute and fun and funny, but just then I wasn't in the mood, so I told them maybe later, and I meant it. We'll be here all day, baby, they called after me. Maybe Keshon and I will look for them later today.

Now, obviously, I'm back at the beach house. Keshon, who I came down here with, is still asleep and probably will be for a couple more hours. After Dick, our host, leaves for work and I've had a shower, I'll rejoin her there. Keshon met Dick three years ago at the Republican convention in New York, where they were both working, in their own style. Dick's a lawyer down here, handling clients in the entertainment business, business men. By all indications he's very good at and dedicated to what he does. He doesn't do drugs and drinks only moderately. His weakness is loose attractive women. That's where Keshon and I come in. He engaged her services when they met in New York and he was so taken by her that he invited her down here. She and I have both been down here a few times, alone and together, since then, and my ex, Kayla, lived with Dick for about six months when she was working down here a couple of years ago. As near as I can tell, I'm the only non-prostitute Dick ever fucks. I guess I'm an accomplished enough amateur that he makes an exception in my case. Now Dick's heading out the door, off to work. We woke up at the same time and met in the hallway outside the bathroom as he was coming out. I asked if he wanted to fuck, but he kissed me, briefly fondled my breast and fingered my pussy, and said, no, he had to work out. He walked away licking his fingers, heading to his gym downstairs, on the floor at beach level. That's when I made a pot of coffee then headed out to the beach with a cup.

Keshon and I have been here since Sunday. We left home Sunday morning and drove down the Pacific Coast Highway, catching it at Santa Cruz. I love that drive, with the Pacific Ocean off to your right as you wind in and out of the gullies and cross magnificent bridges. In the morning it was foggy and at times we couldn't see the ocean. At times the road climbs so high above the shore that we couldn't even hear it. By late morning the sun had burned through and turned into a spectacular day, even as the road left the coast and we drove through the central coast wine country. We picnicked on the shore after passing through San Luis Obispo and rejoining the coast, then stopped again for a stroll and window shopping in Carpinteria. We got here, too late for a proper dinner, at about 7:00, after a wonderful and undedicated day of leisurely travel. After we'd unpacked and freshened up, Dick took us down to Santa Monica. He offered us dinner in one of the restaurants in town, but we were content with a hot dog and a coke on the pier. We watched the sun set over the ocean, then headed back to the car and up the coast to the house. When we got back, the three of us undressed each other and spent the next couple of hours exploring and enjoying each other. When Keshon and I were here together before, Dick was away on business and was allowing us use of the house in his absence. This was the first time the three of us had fucked together. I plan to tell you about it, but now I have a shower, a warm bed, and a beautiful black woman waiting for me.