Libby Shores: Box Set

By Jason Walker

The complete Libby Shores series by Jason Walker:

Libby Shores, North Carolina is an idyllic beach town. Slowly lapping waves caress sandy beaches, bright sunny days bathe over the area. The Outer Banks are pristine sandy stretches with low Atlantic waves on one side and soft flowing dunes on the other. For the residents and tourists, life can be idyllic . . .

Cougar Unleashed

It is the perfect place for a sexually liberated cougar to prowl the dunes for fresh meat.

Can her voracious appetite for sex be quelled and can anyone tame her?

Innocent Confessions

Many people think what happens on vacation, stays there. What if that place is where you live? Are your activities really secret? Within this group of friends in Libby Shores, sometimes sharing naughty secrets can be fun. Even then, a lot goes on behind closed doors that you don’t always share, even with your closest friends.

Six women, six stories and so much pleasure to be had.

The Socialite

Troy Robbins needed a change, and he sought it there among the seagrasses and lighthouses. Upon meeting a beautiful woman, he soon realized that she needed a change as badly as he did and perhaps they could make those changes together.

The couple soon realize that sometimes, change can be difficult and painful but in the end, so very rewarding.

PUBLISHER NOTE: (M/F), (M/F/F, F/M/F), Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, D/s, Impact Play. bondage, domination, spanking, exhibitionism, 82,500 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Nov 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463914403

Jason Walker

Born in the mountains of Western North Carolina, the author began his career in Radio Broadcasting in the late 1970s. Having traveled the country, he has now, inexplicably, landed back in the town of his birth. Writing full time and producing audio and video promotional products for authors takes up his days and enjoying his life fills all the moments in between. Active in social media, he welcomes any opportunity to interact with his readers and sincerely believes that there is no such thing as negative feedback. Something can be learned from the opinions of others, even if that opinion is less than glowing. You are encouraged to contact him via email, social media or through his website. And as always, he thanks you for taking the time to read his words. He hopes you enjoy them.

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LIBBY SHORES

BOX SET

The complete series:

Cougar Unleashed

Innocent Confessions

The Socialite

JASON WALKER

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LUMINOSITY PUBLISHING LLP

LIBBY SHORES: BOX SET

The complete series:

Cougar Unleashed, Innocent Confessions, and The Socialite

Copyright © November 2019 Jason Walker

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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CHAPTER I

Elaine Morrissey was a classy woman. Firmly in her mid-fifties, she had stopped trying to hang on to her youth some time ago. She had no problem being mature. She enjoyed compliments on her appearance and enjoyed the attention she received from men of all ages but especially ones years younger than she. She stood an above average five feet seven inches tall. Her once raven black hair was now salted with flecks of grey and extending from just above her left temple was a metallic silver shock lock. She had colored it for years, as it appeared in the span of a few months in her early forties, now she accepted it for what it was. She had threatened to recolor if another appeared on the opposing side because she thought it might look a little too Bride of Frankenstein, but the one was all that ever showed, and now she liked the unique look it gave her. She had made this decision after noticing an early twenty-something girl with her hair dyed in much the same fashion. She accepted that if she could pull it off naturally, that it must look all right.

Elaine had outlived two husbands. Charles Harris had died basically at his own hand by becoming far too involved in recreational drug use. During a cocaine-fueled binge, he had managed to crash his car off a cliff and into the ocean. Her second betrothed, Ellison Morrissey suffered a heart attack at the tender age of sixty-three. At the time, he was nearly twenty years her senior. Some speculated that she had married him for his money, but in her most honest moments, she admitted that she had truly loved him and was crushed by his death. She had mourned for years before coming back into the light. It was really only then that she discovered the true depth of her late husband’s wealth. His companies had run under their own management during her mourning. At the end of that period, she was approached by a young man who informed her that the shareholders were prepared to buy out her interest in the company, and the offer they made was astounding. So, she cashed out and started her life anew. She moved from North Carolina’s capital city of Raleigh where her reputation had been drawn into question and bought a house that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean in the beachside community of Libby Shores.

Now Elaine spent her days in what others might see as trivial pursuits. She learned how to play golf. She walked the sand and sunned her body. She busied herself with charitable activities and enjoyable parties. Having lived in the community of Libby Shores for nearly eleven years, her past was finally just that, the past, and she faced each new day with vigor and anticipation. Fortunate to be of good genetic material, she had aged much better than her contemporaries. She appeared years younger than her chronological age and took pride in maintaining a healthy lifestyle. Daily exercise, healthy meals and a positive outlook on the world kept Elaine Morrissey smiling most of the time. Recently she had discovered there was one vital part of her life missing. It was something she had only toyed with in the years since the passing of her late husband, three times to be exact, but Elaine was starting to miss sex.

For most of the women she associated with, it was a fairly taboo subject. Women her age weren’t supposed to concern themselves with such things. It was something that they did only when their husbands were either able or insistent enough.  There was nothing recreational about sex for those women. She looked at it differently. She had reached an age where she could finally view sex as not only a means to express love but as a truly recreational activity. She had gone through the menopause years ago, and with that torment behind her, she discovered that she needed the touch of a man. She had dated a few times, and each was a bigger train wreck than the prior. At first, it was that the men were too shy, and then it was that they couldn’t perform to her needs or desires, or she found men who were looking to get married and have someone take care of them. She wasn’t against the idea of being with someone long-term, but she didn’t want to enter into some kind of long-term nursing contract. Now in Libby Shores, she found herself wanting.

Libby Shores was a typical beach community in many respects, but it still maintained its own uniqueness. For the period of May 1 through Labor Day it was a hive of youthful activity. The summers were filled with vacationers. It was a time when most of the locals who were capable, went inland, to mountain homes or to the big cities. Elaine always enjoyed the summers. The crowd was enjoyable to be around and usually quite fun to watch. Her house sat on a wide and open stretch of sand. It was a large house that faced the ocean, with decks off three floors. Her neighbors were far away on either side. She had purchased the empty lots on either side to ensure it. Nature had done an excellent job of clearing them during a hurricane that passed through just before she had moved. During the summer days, she would sit on the deck or walk on the sand and watch the younger folks enjoying themselves. During the daylight, that meant splashing in the surf or volleyball, during the night, she had spied more than one moonlit tryst right in front of her house on the sand.

Elaine also enjoyed the attention she would get occasionally. Not being quite brave enough to sport a bikini, she did choose the most stylish one-piece suits from the finest designers. She was always flattered when she heard a whistle in her direction or listened to some young man trying his best to chat her up. Their attempts were so juvenile and ham-handed, but they were flattering nonetheless.

Elaine Morrissey had lived in Libby Shores for nearly eleven years and in that time had made only two friends — two people that she considered real friends. She had many acquaintances. People she spoke to at the country club, people she verbally sparred with over bridge, and more than a couple of bartenders had tried to become friendly, mostly because she was a very good tipper, but only two people had shown themselves to be friends. Janet Doorts was a multigenerational local. She was a member of one of the families that had founded the town not long after the civil war; Libby Shores was named after her great-great-great-grandmother, Libby Watts. Now her family were the movers and shakers. Her uncle was mayor, her father had started a large high-end gated community called Victory Point, and Janet’s husband was the single most successful real estate agent on the coast. That was how Elaine and Janet had met. Elaine came into town, purchased a nice house and two additional lots for cash. In appreciation of the commission, Jack Doorts had invited Elaine to a party, and she and Janet had hit it off immediately. Now the two were both fifty-six years old, and both refused to act like it. Janet was fun.

Elaine’s other best friend owned a boutique just inland from Libby Shores. Paul Morat fancied himself the fashion guru of the eastern North Carolina. Not that tough a claim, she often wondered how many were contending for the title. Paul was ostentatious, to say the least. She knew it was mostly an act to perpetuate his self-created myth. He was, in his own words, amazingly gay. She had met him through her friend. Janet said she knew they would get along and she was right. She found him to be extravagant at first, but in quieter moments she discovered that he was thoughtful and intelligent. When he didn’t have an audience, he claimed he was normal. She often argued that being homosexual shouldn’t be considered abnormal.

Paul confided in her that he had been married for several years. He had a natural talent for design. In his earlier life, he had been an architect, a planner for a major city, and had taught art at a community college. Once he discovered that he could design clothing, he knew he had found his true calling. At first, it was difficult to gain a foothold, but as soon as he put on his "amazingly gay" act, he fell in with the crowd and fast became a leader of that cottage industry of fashion design in the Southeast. Along the way, he also discovered that he was in fact, at best bisexual but leaned more towards homosexuality. That was what had cost him his marriage. Once over the hurt of the divorce, Paul had gone full force into the gay community and had become its King or Queen as it were, in most people’s eyes.

The group of friends enjoyed lunch at each other’s homes at least once every couple of weeks. This week Elaine was the hostess. The trio sat on the deck in the afternoon shade and sipped wine.

Elaine that was a marvelous meal thanks so much. I wasn’t looking forward to having yet another cold salad from the drive-thru between meetings.

Paul, you’re welcome to come here for lunch any day you choose.

I wish I could, but lately there has just been too much to do at the shop. There is a big show coming up in Atlanta, and I’ve been riding my staff to get the last pieces prepared.

Janet couldn’t resist. I thought you liked riding the staff, Paul?

Her evil grin elicited laughter.

Well, in some cases that’s true, but this is different!

Elaine, what’s up with you lately?

What do you mean?

You have been, I’m not sure, preoccupied?

It’s nothing. I’ve just had something on my mind.

Is it anything we can help with?

No. I’ll be fine, it isn’t anything serious.

Paul stood from his chair and took the ladies empty wineglasses. Well, girls, I’ve to get back to work, lots of things yet to be done.

The two women kissed Paul goodbye, and he made his way out the front door and to his car. The pair returned to the deck, and Elaine opened another bottle of wine.

Paul is a lot of fun.

She nodded in agreement as she walked out onto the deck and handed Janet her now full glass.

Do you have to be anywhere today?

No. I told Jack I was coming over here and he said, ‘have fun.’ He knows that I’ll show up when I show up. Anyway, he had a couple of showings this afternoon, so he’ll be busy.

Elaine took a seat on one of the loungers and sipped her wine while they both sat silently watching the groups below. The summer season was about to begin. The weather had warmed, and the first groups of young people had already arrived. The family groups would be next, as schools around the region started letting out for summer vacation. Janet pointed to a young man swimming and splashing in the waves.

Look at that, Elaine. Were men that pretty when we were that age?

The young man walked from the surf and Elaine stared. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-three. He was tanned and taut; muscular but not overly buff. She watched every rippling muscle and flexing tendon as he strolled up to a woman lying in the sun and bent to grab a towel.

No, Janet, I don’t think so. At least I don’t remember them being that nice, but my memory isn’t what it used to be.

They both chuckled at the remark. Elaine couldn’t take her eyes off the young man. She watched intently as he filled his palm with tanning oil and reapplied it to his muscles. The young woman was oblivious to the great show he was giving anyone who would look. Had she noticed, she should have been stopping him. He was being bold, obviously trying to get a reaction. The young man rubbed the oil all over his body and apparently was enjoying it. Elaine could see his now much more obvious erection straining against the fabric of his tiny bathing suit. The forward press was strong enough to actually cause the waistband to pull free of his lower abdomen an inch or more, revealing the top of a forest of black curly hair.

Elaine, are you all right?

It was only when Janet spoke that she became aware that she was staring. She also felt that the pace of her breath had risen while she watched him.

I’m fine. I guess I just got caught up in the moment a little.

She tried to dismiss her actions, but Janet was having none of it.

You need to get laid.

What?

It’s so obvious! You need to get laid! I mean, when was the last time?

It hasn’t been that long! Elaine tried to diffuse the embarrassing situation but knew it had been a number of years.

It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everybody needs sex.

Elaine could tell that her friend wasn’t having fun at her expense. She was, in an odd way, genuinely concerned for her.

Well, honestly, it has been a while.

For the next hour, the two talked about sex, specifically about Elaine’s sex life or lack thereof. She regaled her friend with the stories of the men she had dated and how each one was worse than the last. The one who had the short fuse, and the one who couldn’t get it up at all; there was the guy who spent the entire evening talking about his various infirmaries, and the one who was so broke, all she could think was that he was searching for a meal ticket. She had some bad luck.

Well, are you looking for a mate, I mean a husband?

No, not really. I’m financially secure and more than a little independent. I like my life.

So, you just need sex?

Well, I wouldn’t put it that way, Janet. You make me sound like a slut or something.

Well, what’s so bad about admitting it? I mean, there are times I just really want to get laid. Fortunately, Jack is usually either willing or at least willing to look the other way.

Look the other way?

He works more than three people combined. When I get in one of my moods he can tell. If he isn’t into it or just doesn’t have the time, he looks the other way while I get my needs taken care of.

Janet, what are you saying?

Sometimes, as long as he knows about it, Jack doesn’t care if I get sex from someone other than him.

It was a plain and shocking statement. Elaine had never seen that side of her friend and now was wondering how well she really knew her, even after eleven years. Even with the shocking nature of Janet’s admission, she was curious.

So what, you hit on some of the guys at the club?

Oh lord, no! If I’m going to get laid, I want someone who can really do the job. The guys at the club are all our age. Hell, I would say half of them can’t even get it up, much less go all night.

Then who?

Janet just smiled and looked at the young man standing on the beach talking to his girlfriend.

You mean him? Elaine wasn’t hiding the shock in her voice.

Well not specifically but someone like him.

How? I mean . . . no, I actually mean how?

Janet giggled and turned to face her friend.

Most of these guys who come here in the summer are either here with their friends or with some girl that they aren’t all that serious about. It’s easy to get one of them to pick you up. You head to one of the dozens of parties or a bar or . . . heck, I have been picked up at the burger joint more than once. You just have to flirt a tiny bit, and they will snap. I’m not anywhere near as sexy as you are, and I can pretty much get a young man in my bed for an hour or the night anytime I want. You can pretty much have your pick.

Elaine was silent for a long minute after Janet finished her explanation.

Well okay, but these guys are not much more than kids. They can’t know what they are doing. I mean, I’m past grubbing around in the back seat of a car.

That’s the great thing about it. They don’t have any bad habits, and they will listen. They are usually so into being with an older woman. We’re called cougars or MILFs by the way. It’s an acronym for Mom’s I’d Like to . . . well, you know. Anyway, they are so into it you can tell them exactly what to do, and they’ll almost always do it. You can tell them how you like this or that you want to do that, and they work really hard at fulfilling your wishes. Even when they get it wrong, it is still pretty great and then, give them a beer and ten minutes and most are ready to try again. When you are done with them, you take them back to wherever they are staying, and you’re done. In a week, you will never see them again, and there will be a whole new crop to pick from.

And they’ll do anything? Elaine was now curious about details.

Anything! A few years ago, I became fascinated with how guys pleasure themselves. I had caught Jack masturbating, and he was just embarrassed and wouldn’t talk about it. So, I went to a big bonfire they were having up the beach. A young man expressed an interest, so I just came out and asked him.

What did you say?

I asked him if he would show me how he pleasured himself.

And?

After he blushed he nodded. I took him to one of Jack’s rentals, and I watched him as he stripped and jerked off for me.

So, you didn’t even touch him?

I didn’t say that. After the first time, he didn’t even lose his erection, so I got undressed and told him to go down on me, which he did expertly, and after I came, I returned the favor. It was great.

Elaine was now fully enamored with this idea. She had never seen a man masturbate and had often thought about it. Aside from that, she was excited at the possibility of having a man in her bed that would actually want to get her to orgasm and would be willing to do it how she wanted. She also liked the idea of no strings attached and was even a little excited at the idea of being some young man’s best summer vacation memory.

Even Paul does it.

That statement shocked Elaine more than any other.

Paul? Paul hooks up?

Sure, he does! He says it is easy to spot the ones that are gay or at least experimental. He has told me several times that he gets enough sex during the summer to last him the rest of the year. You knew Paul doesn’t have a serious boyfriend? He says that this place allows him to catch up on all the sex he missed for all those years he was married.

The news about Paul, while at first surprising, in retrospect wasn’t really a shock. Privately, he was a much more normal person who happened to be gay; publicly he was always on. His public life was a performance and armed with this information about the other side of Libby Shores, she could see that he was likely one of the more active individuals in that scene.

They both laughed as Elaine went to refill their wineglasses as Janet continued to tell her about this part of Libby Shores she had been unaware of until today.

Oh, and if you are into anything kinky, these guys are more than willing to try stuff too.

I’m not kinky, Janet! She thought she was a little too quick to try and defend herself and blushed.

Elaine, I’ve seen the kinds of books you read. There is some pretty hot stuff in there. I happen to have read some of the same ones, remember? I gave them to you. I know you have another side to you that you aren’t admitting to. I’m just saying that if something different occurs to you, try it. These guys are twenty to twenty-five-year-old walking talking hormones, and you can get them to do just about anything.

Elaine’s mind was racing. She was excited and a little embarrassed. She continued to question Janet for the rest of the afternoon. She couldn’t find a downside other than how others might perceive her actions, and according to Janet, it was a fairly standard practice, and as long as you were discreet, no one would say a word for fear of having their own activities brought into the light.

By the time her friend was ready to leave it was starting to get dark. Janet had stopped drinking more than an hour before, but Elaine had not and was now really feeling the effects of the alcohol on her system. She bade Janet goodbye with a hug and a kiss and promised to give what they had discussed a lot of thought and to not act on any of it, at least not that night because she had far too much drink in her system.

You want to be pretty much sober the first time you do it. Seeing some handsome young man become putty in your hands is way too fun to forget.

Elaine laughed at Janet’s words. Oh, I think if I get one in my hands, he won’t be putty!

Janet just smiled wickedly and walked out the door. Elaine made her way back onto the second-floor deck and looked out over the sand. The few folks that were left were gathering up their belongings to leave and start their evenings elsewhere. She did see the young man from earlier look in her direction as he shook sand from a towel. She just smiled and offered a little wave of her fingers. He smiled back at her.

She began making plans, naughty plans.

CHAPTER II

Several days had passed since Elaine’s conversation with Janet. She had no reason to doubt her friend but did wonder if Janet actually did the things she had said and if it was in fact, that easy to lure a stranger into a sexual situation. She worried about the risks, and yet she was excited about them too.

Elaine had gone through phases as she matured. When she was young, she was a little wild. Dancing and parties, drink and drugs, she enjoyed the late nineteen-seventies and eighties. Then she fell into the role of wife. It was comfortable and pleasant. Charles had his moments. It was his vigor and vitality that had attracted her to him in the first place.

Charles was fun, steady and a good husband. Elaine had no idea that he had not given up his interest in drugs like she had until just months before the accident that claimed his life. Prior to that event, the couple had enjoyed a seemingly normal marriage. It did include an active sex life, but it was usually fairly normal. Nothing kinky or out of