By mid-August, Abbie and Tim are settled into their new home and lives. It is incredible how far they had come since that night last April when they met for the first time. Four months for so many changes, and all so positive to happen. Let alone that it just feels like how it should be.
The house looks wonderful, thanks to Grace’s diligence. The yard and garden now a showplace which they both like to work in. Finding new interests together and learning more and more about each other’s past add to the firm bond Abbie and Tim now have.
Around this time, Abbie starts thinking about Tim’s comments about never really having a vacation growing up, or even in recent years. She has an idea and searches online, makes some calls, and finds just what she is looking for.
Over dinner that evening, she introduces the idea to Tim. “Honey, I have been thinking about you never having a real holiday. I’ve looked around and think I have found somewhere that would be perfect for us to go for a couple of weeks. It is on the coast, Bournemouth. I discovered a wonderful guest house with so many amenities and so close to the water. The house is Victorian and has limited spaces, so it does not have overwhelming crowds. And their menu sounds delightful.”
Tim sees Abbie’s enthusiasm rising as she tells him more and more about the place. She even runs to get her laptop to show him things. Tim feels this interesting feeling beginning to well in him. Not anything sexual, but the sensation of excitement about something, mixed with the knowledge that someone is doing some special, just for him.
As he looks at what Abbie shows him, he begins to be blinded by his tears. No one ever did anything so focus on his happiness before. Yes, Les did try to help Tim over obstacles in his youth, but this, being done just for him, makes his heart swell towards Abbie.
Abbie, seeing the tears in Tim’s eyes, stops mid-sentence and tells Tim, “If this is something you do not want, we don’t have to, Tim.” In response, Tim sweeps Abbie up in his arms and settles her on his lap as he kisses her over and over, telling her there is no way they are not going on this holiday.
Abbie squeals with delight and tells Tim, suddenly more serious, “Tim, I am glad you want to, and please do not be angry with me, but when I found they have an opening due to a cancellation, I booked us for two weeks. I am approved for the vacation time at Pathways.
“This is where you might not be happy. I talked to Ruth about the trip, and she relayed it to Phillip, who is more than happy for you to take the two weeks off. According to Ruth, he said, ‘Tim needs a vacation; he hasn’t taken one since he started here.’”
Tim swats her behind with affection and tells her that it seems she has taken everything into her own hands to plan. Abbie giggles and squirms with excitement as she details the plans to Tim.
The rest of the week is a flurry of activity getting packed and ready for their trip. They will take the SUV to have more room. It is under two hours to drive to the shore. But even such a short distance will feel like a distant land to them being at the seaside.
Tim was there once many years ago with Leslie and his mother for a day trip. But that was the only real outing to the coast that he ever remembers. For Abbie to remember where he said they had gone and got accommodations for them adds one more thing for Tim to love her for.
They tell their plans to the Thursday night bunch when they meet this week. All are excited for them and can’t wait to hear all about their vacation when they return. Les does kid that the rest of them might just take over Tim’s kitchen for their Thursday feast. And when Tim assures them that it would be fine, Phoebe tells him that Les is only joking, but Grace and Sam are welcomed to join Les and her at the Peacock on Thursday instead.
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Friday evening is filled with final packing, loading the car, and after a light dinner, Tim and Abbie go to bed early. There really is no real rush to leave in the morning, but they plan on taking a longer scenic drive, first to Brighton, then along the coast west to Bournemouth.
The next day, Tim and Abbie enjoy the sea breezes and the different vista from their landlocked hometown. Feeling frisker and frisker, Tim and Abbie's hands keep touching and rubbing each other’s thighs along the way. About halfway to Bournemouth, things get the better of them. Driving through the National Forest, they find an out-of-the-way turnoff and pull in. They are hidden from the road by the foliage when Tim stops.
Grabbing a blanket from the back, the two hurry over to a soft grassy spot under a tree. Tim has barely laid the blanket down before Abbie is kneeling in front of him, undoing his pants. Down they go, followed by his undershorts. Abbie’s mouth is around Tim’s glans as her hands squeeze his balls and wanks his shaft. His breath is taken away; Tim lets out a low, sensual moan.
How well Abbie can always suck him. The pleasure she gives him feeling her mouth on his member stirs Tim so much every time. Abbie’s sweet tongue is licking and teasing his glans and slit. It sometimes feels like a kitten licking him to excitement. And when, like right now, Abbie lets out a hushed purr as she sucks and licks, the feeling grows even more. As does Tim’s cock.
It should be said that Tim always felt his cock was not that large, which did play a big part in him never pursuing any sort of relationship before Abbie. And even when with the prostitutes, Tim felt they were being condescending to him. Never really looking at other men, whether in gym showers or at urinals, Tim had no basis for feeling this way. It was just one more instance of him feeling an outsider and object of ridicule or rejection.
Actually, Abbie’s was the first, up close, he had ever compared with. And it is true that she is not large, making it easy to consider it her clit. Tim began to accept that his equipment is not as small as he always felt.
With Abbie’s concentration and skill, Tim now gets very stiff and shows his real size. All things considered, it is on the larger size. How self-perceptions can make a person so unsure or feel inferior.
Together as Abbie keeps her lips clamped on Tim’s glans, they move. Tim is now on the ground on his back. Abbie is kneeling beside him as she continues her concentration on the lovely stiffy in front of her.
With Abbie’s attention right now, Tim’s balloon is being blown all the way up. His girth requires Abbie to use her thumb and middle finger almost to enclose it to jerk him more and more. Tim realizes that Abbie is bent on making him cum in her mouth, not to move to actual intercourse. He is alright with that, as Tim has come to know that Abbie loves the taste of his semen.
She takes his balls both together, and then one at a time, in her mouth to suck to harden. They are like two large, tough walnuts. They are filled with fluid that wants to flow through Tim’s shaft and out to see the world. Squeezing with her hand again, Abbie sees the first precum slipping from Tim. She greedily licks it up like a kitten with a bowl of milk.
Her soft, slim hands on Tim’s balls and shaft thrill him. Abbie’s gentle but purposeful touch always does that to him. She remembers back to the beginning how Tim would cum so quickly from the excitement of being touched. By someone who liked him, not a random whore, made him cum before he wanted to.
Now, used to Abbie’s touch and skill, Tim can take his time and enjoy the ride to the top in a leisurely manner. Tim feeling her doing her finest tricks and treats, is swelling close to the peak now. He is so close. His cock trembling, even visibly shaking as the semen fills his shaft. It is like the sperm is lining up for the final charge out of him. He laughs to himself at that image. He remembers long ago watching a dated movie by Woody Allen which included an army of sperm waiting for their orders. Everything you wanted to know about sex* - that was it.