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“You’re okay with me and Gretchen…” I mused, looking across the water at the rising sun. It was brighter now, truly almost morning. “What about me and… say… Mrs. B-er, Carrie?”

“Yep.”

I bit my lip and pushed my luck. “Me and Doc?”

“Sure. Why not?” His response surprised me. We’d talked about a threesome with another woman… but he was okay if I slept with another man while he wasn’t even around to supervise? “Sweetie, this is your freedom vacation. I told you that before you left. Anyone you want, you can have.”

“Our freedom vacation,” I reminded him, standing and brushing the sand from my shorts. “You’re still coming aren’t you?”

“Yep, my bag’s already packed.”

“How’s Beth?” I asked, debating which way to walk. I was probably off the Baumgartner’s beach, but I continued on anyway, not quite wanting to go back and face everyone in the house quite yet.

“She’s good. She misses you.”

“I miss her, too.”

“But she’s looking forward to a week at grandma’s.” There was a short pause and then he laughed. “Speak of the devil, I hear her now. I better go before she tries to get her own Frosted Flakes again.” I smiled, remembering how much trouble little Miss Independent could get herself into in a very short amount of time. “I’ll let you go. Call me later?”

“Count on it. Love you, babe.”

“Love you more.” I smiled.

“I love you more, too,” he said, saying what he always said when I told him I loved him more. “Bye.”

He’d hung up before he could hear my goodbye, although I said it.

I slipped my cell phone into my pocket and was about to turn back to walk toward the house when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. There were three old cabanas spaced evenly on the sand on the other side of the cover of the tall rushes and shoregrass. The vegetation was almost thick and tall enough to hide me completely, even if I was standing, and it might have been tall enough to hide Henry, too, if he hadn’t turned his head to the side just at that moment. The motion caught my attention and I moved toward him, frowning, wondering what in the world he was doing out here at this hour of the morning.

Early morning swim, I surmised, as I followed another curve in the vegetation. The field was clearly a natural boundary between the Baumgartner’s timeshare and the one across the way. I wondered who the cabanas belonged to. I neared the edge of the field and stopped, my eyes widening and my stomach clenching.

Henry was leaning with his shoulder against one of the cabanas, peering around the side. His face was hidden from me, but I could clearly see his swim shorts pulled down, and his hand moving between his legs. Flushing, I began to back away, not wanting him to see me or even sense that I was there, fearing it was already too late. His head turned slightly back in my direction, and I instinctively ducked down and into the rushes. The ground there was moist and soft and I sank a little, giving me even more cover.

Now what? I didn’t move for a moment, my heart beating fast, not daring to even breathe. Had he seen me? What in the world would I say if he had? In all of the sexual scenarios I’d imagined since I knew I was coming back to see the Baumgartners, I had to admit that finding Henry masturbating on the beach had never crossed my mind.

Finally, I dared to poke my head up above the top of the grasses. He was still there, probably twenty feet away, and he was still…well, it was pretty clear what he was doing. His hand was still moving fast between his thighs-I could tell by the way his shoulder flexed-with his cheek resting against the side of the cabana. I was almost directly behind him now, instead of at an angle, and thankfully couldn’t really see much anymore.

I stood there, indecisive, trying to figure out how to sneak away unnoticed, and it wasn’t until he leaned a little further around the cabana that I wondered what it was he was looking at, what he was doing here in the first place, out here jerking off behind the old cabanas?

Too curious for my own good, I moved further into the rushes and shoregrass, pushing my way through slowly, trying not to make any noise. Henry was clearly too focused on what he was doing to hear me, I decided, as I found a better angle. My line of sight gave me a good view now of Henry from the side, his face twisted in pleasure, his hand gripping his cock-good god, he was big, like his father, the thick rise of his cock red and swollen, the head almost purple and clenched in his fist.

My pussy twitched at the sight of him, and I swallowed hard, telling myself I needed to get out of there-I needed to get out of there now. This was all kinds of wrong, and I didn’t want to have any part of it. Maybe there was some woman he knew who sunbathed nude on the beach or something and he came down here to watch. Boys his age-what was he now, nineteen? — seemed to have no off switch when it came to arousal.