My name is Genevieve, but you can call me Ginny. I’m a sixty years old, divorced, and live in a small town in western Ohio. However, today I’m sitting a warm sandy beach in Hawaii, soaking up the rays of the sun, and watching the white sails that dot the blue waters. I came here to renew my spirit and maybe find a man to make me feel like a woman again.

My story starts in early February, when I glanced out the window I noticed there was more snow on the ground.

I shivered, “Burr, I’m tired of this dang snow! I want to be somewhere warm, with the tropical sun tanning my nude body.”

I had no problem with nudity, because I still think I’m sexy, warm and inviting. . . even if I only have one breast now. You see I had cancer two years ago, and to save my life the doctors removed my right one.

We had just celebrated our twenty-sixth anniversary. My husband had a problem with the loss of the breast and could not accept the results, so needless to say the marriage ended in divorce.

As I sat there looking at the white, cold, landscape, I decided I needed a change of scenery. Somewhere that was warm, sunny destination with beaches. A place to boost my spirits; hell maybe I could even find a man there. Oh God, it would be so nice to feel like a woman again.

I began thinking, and then it dawned on me. Before our divorce, I’d secretly been saving for a trip to Hawaii, some thing I could surprise hubby with. However, now that he was gone, and the money was still in my saving account, why not go there now?

I quickly grabbed the newspaper, as I remembered seeing a special Hawaii vacation package from the local travel agency. I thumbed through the Sunday Times and spotted it. I could spend seven days and six nights in Maui for a fraction of what it usually cost.

I looked at the clock; it read 2 p.m., so I picked up the phone and dialed the number.

“Hello, this is Ginny Baxter; do you still have the vacation package for Maui, Hawaii? Oh good, book me the trip.”

The woman at the agency then asked, “You will just love Maui this time of the year. The trip leave March 1st and returns March 8th, airfare, hotel room and a rental car is included in this package. How many shall I write down are going?”

I giggled aloud and told her, “Oh it’s just me honey. I need to get away from all this dang snow!”

After that she took my address down and said, “Your packet for the trip should arrive their by Friday. If you do not receive it by Monday the 3rd, give me a call.”

I replied, “Okay, thanks for everything, goodbye.”

I almost dropped the phone as I was so excited about getting away. I ran to the bedroom saying, “Maui, here I come!”

It took me almost two days to decide what to take with me. I made a list of things I needed to buy for the trip as I went. The last thing I looked for to pack was my swimsuit.

After one glance at it, I turned red, frowned, then shrieked, “That‘ll never fit, I have to buy me a new one.”

I added that to my list, making a mental note not to buy anything hot pink in color.

Then on the next day, I went shopping, and found this cute bright blue suit that hugged every curve of mine perfectly. I bought it, and by suppertime, I was packed, excited and raring to go. All I needed now was the information packet from the agency.

I swear the rest of the week drug by slower than molasses. I thought Friday would never arrive.
When it finally got there, I had to wait until four o’clock in the afternoon to receive my mail. I was watching the mailbox like a cat about to pounce on a canary. After I saw the mail carrier coming up the walk, I ran out the door, and almost knocked him down.

I stopped dead in my track, blushed from head to toe, and said apologetically, “Oh sorry, I was in a hurry because I am expecting something special in the mail today.”

He grinned, looked into his bag, and then handed me my mail, and suggesting, “That’s okay, just be careful not to run next time, you might fall.” He tilted his hat and offered, “Bye and have a good day.”

I went back into the house and sat down on the sofa and hurriedly ruffled through it. I found the packet from the agency, then laid it on the coffee table, and then went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea.

I sat down, took a sip of tea, and then opened the envelope. After I made sure everything was there. I picked up the colorful brochure about the island, and began reading it. The site of the blue sky, white sandy beaches and tropical palms trees made me wish I was there already.

It was then when I noticed another brightly colored brochure. Upon closer inspection, I read, “Visit ‘Little Beach’ while in Maui. A nude beach where one can enjoy the sun and friendship of the other nudist”.

It made me think of our younger days, when hubby and I used to always go to places that had nude beaches.

My mouth went dry, and I began to become aroused, thinking about what might happen if I went to that nude beach while I was in Hawaii

I quivered with anticipation and exclaimed, “Oh my God, I’m going to that nude beach---just maybe I will find a man, who is not afraid to look at a one-breasted horny, lonely woman!”

That night, I fell asleep dreaming of tropical beaches, nude men, and a midnight rendezvous’ under a star-lit sky. As the warm ocean waves caressed the shore, this tall dark handsome male, was caressing every part of me. I woke up, naked, quivering, with rock hard nipples and a drenched pussy.

I looked at myself, laughed out loud and said, “Ole lady, you need a man!”

Before I knew it, March 1st was here, it was 8:45 a.m., and I was boarding, Continental Airlines flight 5757 to Maui-Kahului. It was going to be a long trip lasting almost twenty-four hours, and I would arrive at my destination at 08:37a.m., the following morning.

I arrived there exhausted, after an easy flight, right on schedule. After checking through customs, I was greeted by a Hawaiian woman, who placed a lei around my neck, and announced, “Aloha.”

I thanked her, and then looked around for the information desk. Once locating it, I walked over and inquired where I would find the shuttle that could be taking me to the Sheraton Maui Resort.

The woman politely smiled, pointed and replied, “It’s out that door to your left. You can recognize it by its bright yellow, blue and green colors. When you get there, the driver will then assist you and take you to your hotel.”

I thanked her and made my way outside to the shuttle. I couldn’t miss it, because it was the only brightly colored shuttle there. In front of it stood a man, holding a card with my name on it.

I greeted him, and showed him some identification. Afterwards he gathered my luggage and escorted me onto the buss. In about forty minutes, I was at my hotel.

The hotel and the surrounding area offered a wonderfully enchanting view of the island that was even more beautiful than the pictures in the brochure.

Once inside, I checked in and a bellboy assisted me with my luggage as we headed up the elevator towards room 342. When we were outside my door, he politely asked if I needed help to unlock the door, and I assured him I did not. After I entered the room, he followed with the luggage.

I tipped him, and told him thanks. When he was gone, I locked the door, kicked off my shoes, then walked over, opened the drapes and walked out on the balcony. Oh, wow, the view was even better then it was before. I could see the white sandy beach, stretching for miles on either side of the hotel. White sails dotted the blue waters, and a few sunbathers were scattered along it shore. I made a mental note to check it out later as I needed a nap.

Since the bed was right by the window, I lay down, listening to the sounds of the waves hitting the beach and fell asleep.

When I awoke it was well past lunch time. I rubbed my eyes, searched for the room service brochure and ordered me a light lunch, with a diet cola.

After that, I unpacked. I then looked at my watch and noticed I still had time for an afternoon stroll. I change my clothes, putting on a cotton white short, with a matching flowered top, sandals, and a hat. Applied some sunscreen, checked my make-up, then grabbed my purse and headed toward the beach.

I took the elevator down to the lobby and followed the arrows that directed hotel guests to the private beach.

The warm sun and cool ocean breeze made me feel relaxed. I watched the people on the beach. I couldn’t help but notice a young couple, probably on their honeymoon, frolicking and caressing each other. It made me remember the times when my husband and I walked hand in hand, along the nude beach. Of the times we found a secluded spot to make love in the middle of the afternoon.

I trembled with desire, feeling my nipple and clit swell and throb. Oh how I wanted a man, to take me away from it all, and make me feel like a sexy-hot woman once more.

I sighed, looked at my watch and decided to head back to my room. It was best to take it easy today. Tomorrow, I would do some site seeing, or maybe check out that nude beach.

Once I was back inside the room, I stripped. Then walked over to the full length mirror on the closet door and looked at my body. I quivered, so aroused with desire that I needed to masturbate. Oh how I loved doing that as I watched my reflection.

I ran my fingers across the left nipple, pulling at it, then rolling it between a thumb and forefinger until it was taunt and erect. I then spread my leg and saw how wet I had become. As I watched, drooled, and panted, I began caressing the inner folds of my pussy in search of my sensitive clit. I gasped and trembled hard when my fingers touched it. The more I caressed the more my body responded, it wasn’t long until I was panting, and shaking all over with an earth-shattering climax.

I felt weak in the knees and I decide to lie down on the bed. I continued playing, fantasizing that my fingers were his. With one hand, I tantalized my nipple as the other slid inside my hole, finger-fucking it deep, and hard.

I closed my eyes, raised my hips off the bed and squealed, “Make me cum darling. Then fuck me, deep and hard, and fill me with your sweet cum!”

As I once again, shuttered towards another orgasm. I screamed, “Oh God, I want a man, to take me and make me his!”

I then envisioned a tall handsome man, fucking me with long, deep thrust. I bit my lip, shook all over and climaxed once more. I lay there, for a moment, daydreaming of who that man might be.

After that I got up, took a shower, done my hair, reapplied my make-up and dressed in a new silky dress. Rechecked myself in the mirror, whistled, winked, and headed out the door, to go eat dinner, in a lovely restaurant I’d seen while walking on the beach.

After dinner, I was having a bit of jet-lag and decided to return to my room. When I got back to the room, I ordered some dry wine. After it arrived, I poured me a glass, and then walked out onto the balcony. I sit in one of the comfortable lounge chairs and gaze up at the starry sky. I sip my drink, listen to the waves hitting the beach, and wondered what tomorrow will bring.

The cool night breeze and calming sounds of the water almost make me fall asleep. So I decided it was time for bed.

That night I dreamt of Hawaiian luaus, romantic walks along the beach, hot-lust filled night of wild sex and passion, with a man, I meet at Little Beach.

I awoke the next day, with the cool breeze of the ocean caressing my face. I did not want to get out of bed, as jet-lag still had me in its grip. So I ordered breakfast in my room and just took it easy that day.

I also thought about site seeing, verses the nude beach and it made me feel uneasy. What if the people on that beach were like my ex-husband. Would taunt me, and not accept me like I am. Could the fear of hearing their, whispers, and stares keep me away?

I felt like a nervous teenager about to go to her first prom. So I decided just to spend the next two days sight seeing, until I could muster the nerve to just go the nude beach.

On the fourth day their, I said, “Ole lady, its now or never to go to that beach!”

So I donned a pair of casual shorts a loose t-shirt, and went commando. Grabbed my beach towel, sun blocker, shades, and bottled water placed them in a tote and headed out towards that beach.

Once I got there, I paid the fee to spend the day on the nude beach.

The attendant gave me a pamphlet outlining the rules. He then directed me to the bungalow where I could change, adding that lockers were available where I could put my things.

After that he handed me a key on a chain and said, “Enjoy your time at Little Beach.”

I walked over to the bungalow, change, and place my clothing in the locker. I then grab my tote and strolled naked out the door, expecting to be taunted and stared at.

To my surprise the people around me were open, warm and quiet friendly.

By the end of that day my heart sank, as I was sure, I’d meet a tall handsome man. One not too embarrassed to with me, and would treat her like a queen for the day.

I laughed at that remark thought to myself, “Oh hell who am I kidding, one who’d fuck the daylights out of me and make me feel like a real woman again!”

I did meet a lot of nice people my age. We talked about everything from gourmet cooking to sailing. As the sun began to set it was time for the beach to close.

A woman, on my left named Martha asked, “Hey Ginny, will you be back tomorrow. I sure hope so; you’re a wonderful person to talk too.”

I smiled, and replied, “Sure, I’ll be back tomorrow.” I then leaned over to her, winked, chuckled and confessed, “Maybe I will find a tall handsome man here tomorrow, lord knows I need one.”

She laughed out loud and suggested, “Well if you do honey, ask him if he has a brother? I need a man too.”

That night as I lay there in bed, I began to cry. What if I came all that way, enjoyed the sun kissed island and never experience the touch of a man?

I cried myself to sleep. My dreams were not filled with hot-wild nights of making love, but with visions of spending the rest of my life alone.

I awoke the next morning feeling depressed. I wanted to crawl in the nearest corner and just cry the day away.

I shook my head and gave myself a little pep talk. “Ok woman, it’s time to quit wallowing in self pity and get out in the sunshine and enjoy yourself, with or without a dang man!”

I then decided to make the best of things and just have fun, no matter what. I ordered breakfast and ate it on the balcony. The fixed my hair, applied enough make-up to be alluring, put of a white sundress with bikini panties underneath and once again headed toward the beach.

Once their, I saw Martha, sitting in the sandy area near the trees. She waved and shouted, “Hey, glad you could make it. Come on down.”

I smiled at her waved and begin walking towards her. I pulled up a chair, smiled mischievously and asked, “Anything exciting happening today?”

The woman on the other side of me spoke up and said, “Pull up a chair honey, get comfy, and help up size up the men. This is more fun, than watching midget mud-wrestling.”

I hated playing games like that. However, I didn’t want to hurt any ones feeling, so I got a chair, and set it off to the side of the group.

I looked in the opposite way than they were. I spotted him, a man who looked about my age, walking towards me.

I ogled him, trying to watch him nonchalantly. The closer he got, the more my skin began to crawl with desire. I ran my tongue across my lips, felt the nipple swell, and pussy get wet.

I didn’t want the others to hear me so I whisper under my breath, “Mmm, tall, grey haired and, handsome.”

It was then that our eyes met. I shivered all over and told myself, “Oooooh honey, you look good enough to eat.”

My name is Scotty, this year I decided to vacation in Maui. Since I’m also a nudist, I’d been told by friends not to pass up seeing a nude seaside area called, “Little Beach.”

It wasn’t hard to find and as I pull the car into the parking lot, my skin trembles with desire. I got my stuff, lock the vehicle and headed toward the entrance to the nude beach.

After paying the attendant, I received a key and directions to the men’s bungalow.

Once inside, I stripped, store away my clothing and wallet. Apply waterproof sun-blocker, before locking the door and heading down to the beach.

As he walks along, he notices that not too many people are on the beach that day. Which was okay to me, I was there to relax and if possible have a bit of naughty fun.

I’d gone just a few more feet, when I looked to the left and notice a group of women near my age.

I lick my lips, take a deep breath and say, “Okay, it’s time to pick out one beautiful lady, to walk along the beach with. Oh hell, he knew what he wanted, a hot, blooded, horny woman he could fuck!”

It was then that I observed that one of the women was sitting alone, off to one side. She was nude, had long black hair, and was reasonably attractive with one exception. She only had one breast and it was a nice one.

Where the other one had been there was some very serious scars, obviously left by the surgical removal of that breast. To me, she looked very lonely and unhappy but there was something about her that intrigued me.

So I decided to walk up to her and at least say hello to the lady. When I did a seductive pair off blue eyes met mine as her whole face beamed with excitement.
Her smile told me she was very happy to have attracted the attention of a man.

She spoke with a soft sensual voice, “Hello, my name is Ginny, while don’t you sit down and visit with me for awhile?”

I did and soon the two of us began talking and if were long lost friend. It was then that she told me that she had breast cancer. In order to save her life, the Doctors had to remove the right one.

With tears in her eyes she told me that her husband of twenty-six years just couldn’t accept her after that and ended up divorcing her.

Ginny went on to tell me the main reason she had come to Hawaii was to regain her self esteem and to get her life back on track.

She then hung her head and with a quiver in her voice confessed, “I haven’t been with a man since well before the divorce.”

I reached over and place my hand on her chin and raised it. Then looked at her lovingly and asked, “How about joining me for a swim? Come on it will cheer you up.”

She smiled, dried her eyes and replied, “Oh hell why not, that sounds like fun.”

I reached out, let her take my arm and together we walked toward the water. It looked so cool and inviting. She stepped in and I followed.

I pulled her close to me, put my arms around her and caressed her back. Oh God her body felt great against mine. We stared into each others eyes and I brought my lips down upon hers.

Mmmm, that kiss went straight to my dick and I could feel it swell even in the cool water.

Ginny leaned into me, with her hard nipple against my chest, and returned my kiss with all the passion inside her.

Her body trembled as she whispered, “Oh God, where have you been hiding? I need you, I want you, Oh hell, let’s fuck. . . .I need to feel your cock deep inside my pussy!”

I pointed to an overgrowth on the side of the beach and suggested, “Ginny why don’t we go over their and see if we can find a quiet, private spot.”

She seen the area and smiled. Her eyes glow with lust beckon me to show her the way.

Leaning into me she whispers, “I’ll follow you baby, because I need you as much as you need me.”

I looked around and see that no one is really paying attention to us. So we walk toward the area behind that was overgrown. We found a cozy little place where can have a little bit of privacy.

I gently lay Ginny on the grass. First thing I do is to start kissing her lips and work my way downward. I stop briefly to suck and nibble her hard nipple, then continue toward her pussy.

As my lips and tongue tantalize her drenched cunt, Ginny quivered all over.

She placed her hands on my head and exclaimed, “Oh God, Fuck me, NOW! I need to feel your cock inside me!”

Now how can I resist such a sweet temptation? I move between her legs as she spreads them wide.
I grasp my cock, and guide it with one thrust balls deep in her hot hole.

Ginny wraps her legs around my waist moving with me as we create our own musical rhythm. Her pussy grips me like a vise, milking me hard.

It’s not long until she is climaxes again. I place my lips on hers and shove my cock one more time inside her. It explodes filling every crevice of her hot pussy.

She kisses me with one strong enough to curl my toes and asked, “How long will you be in town love?”

I rolled off of her, pulled her into my arms and replied, “I’m here for another week. Why do you ask baby?”

She snuggled up close, flashed me a sultry smile and says, “Because I want to spend the rest of my time here with you, in my bed, or yours.”

I gave her a devilish grin and said, “That sounds like a marvelous plan to me. How long will you be here baby?”

She hung her head, held back the tears and replies, “I’m afraid not very long, my flight back to the mainland leaves on Saturday. That only gives us the rest of today and tonight to be together.”

I kissed her hard and said, “Well let’s make memories that will last a lifetime then. Where are you staying?”

Ginny answered, “I’m at the Sheraton Maui Resort, room 342.”

My eyes lit up, and I said, “Now isn’t that a coincidence, so am I. I’m in room 400. How would you like me to pick you up say around 6 p.m., and take you out to dinner to celebrate your new beginnings?”

She giggled and said, “Well I suppose, but only if it ends in my room, with me as dessert!”

I smirked and replied, “Oooooh fuck, I cannot wait for dessert!”

That evening we had dinner together and then went back to her room where we had the comforts of a bed. I don’t think either of us slept that night as I wanted to make certain Ginny felt like a woman again.

She fell asleep in my arms sometime around 3 a.m. I watched her sleeping for awhile then fell asleep.

Her alarm clock woke us both up around 8 a.m. She looked over at me, yawned and stretched and said, “It’s a crying shame, I can’t take you home with me.”

I cradled her in my arms and replied, “I know darling, but I have commitments I can not break all next week.”

She kissed me deep and hard and exclaimed, “I loved every minute of it Scotty. The memories we made will last me a life time. If it is in our destiny, we’ll meet again. Now kiss me good-bye now, so I may pack and return home. You don’t have to accompany me to the airport either, and I hate mushy farewells.“

I kissed her deeply, then climbed out of bed, got dressed and left to go to my room.

Once inside my room, I called the front desk and asked, “Is there a way to send Ginny Baxter some roses to her home, without her knowing it. I want her to get them the day after she arrives home.”

The clerk replied, “Yes there is sir, but I won’t be able to give out her address without her consent.”

I answered, “There is no need for me to know her address. I just want a dozen red roses sent to her home, the day after tomorrow with a card that read this, and make sure it says exactly what I tell you.”

He replied, “Okay, go ahead and tell me what to write on the card.”

“Ginny you’re still a complete woman, one who is a very desirable sex partner. Thanks for making my stay in Hawaii, enchanted. Scotty.”

Ginny left on a plane to return to the mainland, and her home in Ohio. I never heard from her again, but for that one brief moment, the sex was hot, wild and passionate.

I arrived home in Ohio, with my spirit renewed and a new lease on life. I left my bags at the foot of the bed, and decided to relax for the rest of the day.

I made my way to the kitchen to fix me a cup of tea when the doorbell rang.

I walked into the living room and looked through the peep-hole to see who it was….and all I could see were roses.

I opened the door and there stood a florist. He asked, “Hello, is your name Ginny Baxter?”

I replied, “Yes it is.”

He then said, “These roses are for you then.”

As I took the roses and smelled there sweet fragrance, I noticed a card. I read it quietly and with tears in my eyes, said, “Thank you Scotty, for making me feel like a woman again.”

 

Is this about you?

 

No a good friend of mine, told me about this experience and ask me to write the story. He said, quote, "I done one hell of a job." Hugs kountrygal.

 

Follow your dreams

Kountry...............you know I've enjoyed your stories but this one has so much feeling in it
that I thought I was in a different forum. And that's a compliment just so you don't misunderstand. It only shows that no matter what the situation is, keep a positive attitude and follow your dreams. She was one brave lady for sure. Or rather she is.........I chose the wrong tense.

 

i always read your stories as soon as i see them posted but this one i really liked plus it hit home to. i have a sister who 5 years ago at the age of 30 had breast cancer and had to have double masteconmy (spelling?) and after wards she didnt feel beautiful anymore. it goes to show that there is someone out there for everyone and we all deserved to be loved. looks shouldnt matter either. keep your stories cumming kountry. love them all!!

 

Hot Story, Well Done

Kountrygal
You did a great job with this story. You enabled me to relive a very hot epasode in my life. Thank You
Scotty

 

Men think only of themselves

His wife loses one breast to cancer, he wants a divorce. Should he lose a nut to cancer, does she divorce him--no she "Stands By Her Man"; he limps from the operation. People ask her, "Why is your husband limping, heard he had testicle cancer, did he loose a nut?" She responds, "No, he injured his leg". Men are cruel to the wives who have stood by them.

 

oO good) i like it