Waves washed up around my feet as I walked along the beach. I paused and knelt, studying a hermit crab. A shadow fell over the little creature.

“You seem fascinated by the crabs,” said a female voice. She had an accent, perhaps Eastern European.

I turned toward the shadow. At a guess, the woman was around thirty. She was nearly my height and quite curvy. A skimpy bikini barely contained her large, heavy breasts. Dark blonde hair spilled down the woman’s back and around her shoulders. She was not especially pretty, but her body definitely commanded my interest.

“I am. I probably should have been a biologist,” I commented as I rose, “I’m Marty.”

“Natasha,” she introduced, “What do you do?”

“I crunch numbers. I studied math but do so-called ‘business intelligence’. Not very intelligent if you ask me. Just making numbers dance to my bosses’ tune.”

Natasha giggled.

“I am kind of the same,” she told me, “I am fascinated by stars and started out in astronomy. But there’s more money in accounting, so I crunch numbers like you. What brings you here?”

“Christmas is coming, and I need to get away from it,” I told Natasha, “I’m not really looking forward to this alleged season of joy and peace.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

I explained, “My marriage melted down at Christmas last year. Big fight, she stormed out, Christmas ruined. So, I don’t feel very Christmas-y this year.”

“That is so sad,” Natasha responded, pity in her expression, “But I am not a fan either. I try to look forward to Christmas, but it always seems to disappoint me somehow. New Year’s seems more fun. I decided to just avoid the whole thing this year. I will go home the day after New Year’s.”

“Me, too,” I replied, “I’ve been here before. They do a nice New Year’s party on the beach.”

“I did not know that when I booked, but I am glad to hear,” Natasha said.

I took a deep breath, contemplating my next words.

“I’d like to get to know you more. How about dinner tonight?” I suggested, “Maybe drinks at the patio lounge first.”

This was the first time I had asked a woman out since the breakup.

Natasha smiled.

“Of course, Marty. That lounge is nice. I had an evening cocktail there yesterday.”

“Okay, we’ll meet in the lounge around five and eat around six? It will have to be the buffet. I doubt we can get into a specialty restaurant this late.”

“That is fine. We can book something fancy for later. For our second date,” Natasha responded with a cheerful smile.

“Is this a first date?” I asked, a bit surprised.

“I think it may be,” Natasha replied with a sly smile on her lips

I smiled back, even happier now. I was giddy with excitement as we walked back to the resort, then went our separate ways.

In the lounge that evening, Natasha ordered a fancy vodka cocktail. I kept it simple, just rye on the rocks.

My date wore a floral dress with a plunging neckline. She did not appear to be wearing a bra. I hungrily eyed her bosom as we chatted and sipped our drinks. Natasha was giving me appreciative looks back.

After drinks and dinner, we took a stroll on the beach. Natasha took my hand as we walked. When we were out of eyeshot of the resort, she turned to face me. Looking a bit nervous, she put her arms around my neck. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close. My hands rested on her ample behind.

“I've wanted you since I first saw you on the beach,” Natasha whispered with a smile, “that is why I approached you today.”

“Bold move,” I commented, “I like that. You caught my attention for sure. This is my first date in a long time.”

“Then I should make sure it ends well for you.”

Natasha pressed her mouth to mine. We shared a long kiss, tongues and lips sliding over each other. I fondled her ass cheeks as we made out under the moon. My cock swelled as Natasha’s body pressed against mine.

“My room or yours?” I asked, realizing where this might be going.

“I have a very large bed and a jacuzzi,” Natasha said.

“Mine’s similar. Guess we just flip a coin.”

We ended up in Natasha’s room. When the door was locked, I slipped the dress off her shoulders to fall to the floor. Beneath, she wore only a lacy cream-coloured thong. Natasha began undoing my pants. I unbuttoned my shirt enough to pull it off over my head. As I tossed it away, my date pushed my slacks down. I stepped out of them, leaving me in just briefs showing an obvious bulge.

Natasha pulled back the covers on her bed and lay down. I followed, wrapping my arms around her. Our bodies moved against each other as we began kissing. I rolled Natasha onto her back and lay atop her. Continuing to kiss, we started grinding against each other. All I could think of was how wonderful it was to be naked with a woman again.

I moved down to suckle at one of Natasha’s tits. As I sucked her nipple, I pulled the crotch of the thong aside. Her pussy was already wet, so I slid a couple of fingers inside. Natasha moaned softly at this penetration.

Slithering down further, I lapped at her dripping pussy, then gently sucked her engorged clit. I eased a fingertip, slick with Natasha’s juices, into her tight back hole. She did not protest at the anal intrusion, instead moaning encouragement. Those moans rose to cries as she climaxed, juices gushing out to soak the bed.

I got up on my knees, savouring the sight of my lover’s aroused body. She smiled and nodded. I grabbed the sides of her thong and pulled it off, then removed my own underwear. Natasha sat up and took my erect cock in hand, stroking it as we shared another long, passionate kiss.

“Fuck me, Marty. Make me yours,” Natasha purred as she lay back down.

I did not need further encouragement. My cock slid in easily. Slowly, I fucked Natasha’s slick vagina. Our eyes met, and we smiled at each other as Natasha’s hands caressed my body.

“My other hole,” she said after a few minutes, “Do you want that, too?”

“If you’re okay with that,” I answered, suddenly getting even more excited.

“Please. Nightstand drawer,” she said.

Inside, I found lube. As I lubed my cock, Natasha put a pillow under her back to raise her bum up. Then I took her ass. The tight grip on my cock almost triggered an instant orgasm. This was not my first anal, but it had been a while. I fucked Natasha slowly first, somewhat gingerly. She seemed to enjoy anal, so I began faster, harder thrusts. As I fucked her ass, Natasha fingered her pussy.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I gasped as I came.

My body tensed and quivered as my cock pulsed, flooding her back passage with my seed. Then it was over. I withdrew and rolled off. Natasha kept masturbating until she arched her back with a loud cry. I watched her second orgasm with delight. Expended and contented, we lay together for a while before drifting off to sleep.

I lay in bed, belly crusted with drying cum. For a while, my mind pondered the fantasy that had fuelled my masturbation. I picked up my tablet and looked again at the photos that had triggered the fantasy. The model was named Natasha, and she was posing on a beach, both nude and in swimsuits. Then I put it down with a sigh.

“A year alone must really be weighing on me if I am fantasizing about a nude model like some teenager with a Penthouse," I said aloud, smiling a little, “It was a nice hot fantasy, at least."

I showered, then put on sweatpants and a t-shirt. When I opened my bedroom curtains, snow was falling outside. It was light flurries that left only a dusting on the ground. The house across the street had Christmas lights on its eaves and covering a couple of large bushes. A Christmas tree was in their window.

“Two weeks to go until Christmas,” I said with a sigh, “I will be gone by then. No big day for me, just an Advent that never seems to end.”

I glanced at my suitcase, already half full. My flight to the Dominican Republic left early the next morning. Would I really find my Natasha there, a hot fantasy girl to warm me up and keep me company? Advent was about hope, but I wasn’t sure whether to have hope or not.

With a sigh, I went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Visions of a curvy beauty sprawled on a hotel bed still danced in my head. Hope lingered.