14 comments/ 43761 views/ 5 favorites A Day At The Beach: The... By: Honey123 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a continuing story to vella_ms', "A Day At The Beach." My story picks up after Dranoel's story, "A Day At The Beach ~ Another Perspective". There is no need to read these stories in order, but should you like follow along, my story is a Chapter 3 in a four part series. The fourth chapter being Liar's, "The Girl Next Door." Enjoy! =================== A Day at the Beach: The Other Woman I couldn't get Vella out of my mind. That day on the beach was incredible. I have never been with another woman before, even though I wrote erotic stories about having lesbian relationships. It was an incredible moment in my life. And three weeks later, I still couldn't shake how she felt, how she smelled. I could still remember each curve of her body, the softness of her skin, the taste of her on my lips. I wondered if she was still sunning out there on her parents' beach reading erotic stories as the sun kissed her glorious tanned body. I lay back in my bathtub and closed my eyes imagining Vella on that day. I pictured her as she placed the papers down next to her, licked her fingers and reached deep into her bikini bottoms. Her hand moving slowly up and down, going under and then a bit faster as she massaged her clit working herself into a sweet, wonderful orgasm. I could feel my own body starting to get excited, just as it did then and I spread my legs, letting the warm bath water splash back and forth against me. I took the soap and circled it around my breasts, using the wash cloth to rub against my nipples, making them erect with the somewhat rough cotton material. I slid the cloth down between my breasts, massaging my stomach and bringing it lower. I released the cloth and let it float away using my fingers to part and caress the lips of my labia. Running a finger down the slit, barely touching the swollen skin with my fingernails, which sent surges throughout my body. My breathing became a bit labored as my hand cupped the wet mound, my middle finger tapping my clit as I bring my hand up and down along it. Using my other hand, I cupped my breast, my thumb teasing the nipple. Taking it between my fingers, I pinched it, delighting in the sensation that that has caused. I lifted my hips and brought my fingers down, spreading the lips and slipped a finger in and then out again. I added another finger, dipping them again pumping them as I moved my hips up and down. My finger began to massage my clit., faster, pressing down, crooking my finger and playing with the tip of my clit. Tapping it faster, not stopping. I pressed my finger down, circling it. My orgasm came quickly, the sensation searing through my body. It amazed me how I can make myself orgasm so quickly. Not that I am complaining, it's a wonderful feeling. I finished my bath and headed towards my bedroom, passing my cell phone that I had left on the bedside table. "One missed call?" I said out loud. "Shit!" I thought, "I hope it wasn't work." I must have left my cell on vibrate the night before. I pressed the call log. No. Not work. I hit the redial button. "Hello?" The soft, voice of a woman answered. "Um..Hi!" I stammered. I shook my head and quickly gathered my thoughts, "I have this number on my cell phone; you must have called me. My name is Honey...who is this?" "Honey!" The woman replied. "Hiyas! It's Vella! Do you remember me?" I stood there, my mouth open wide. "Do I remember you? I just masturbated to you in the bath!" I thought, but instead said, "Yes! Vella! Hi, how are you?" "Good. But, well, I was wondering what you are doing today or actually for the weekend?" My heart pounded in my chest. I began a mental checklist of the things that needed to be done, but decided it could wait. "Nothing. I'm free." "Great." She exclaimed. "Come up to my beach. I am having a party tonight. A few close friends, but I remember you telling me that you wrote erotic stories and well it just so happens that one of my friends is a publisher. I showed him a story you had wrote and well, he is dying to meet you." "Really?" "Yes. He is extremely honest and although he thought your stories were good, he did admit that they needed some work." "Oh?" "Well, um..." She paused, keeping me in suspense, "He did question if you did this for a living and when I told him no, he said thank God, but really, he wants to meet you. Actually, he exact words were, "I need to meet her." Vella's voice sounded a bit strange when she repeated to me what her friend had said. Trying to sound a bit nonchalant. "Really? Well...okay. I will bring more stories for him read as well." I said, feeling a bit disappointed that this man was saying that my stories weren't good. After all, I only wrote for fun and for a release of sorts. "He is really handsome and great fun. I think you'll like him, really!" Vella taunted. I knew she was trying to make her voice sound excited and this made me smile. I was thinking she sounded a bit smug. "Ok. It sounds great. I'll be there." Our conversation lasted a little longer as I got the details on what was ahead for me that evening. She also told me a few more things her publisher friend had to say about my writing and although I was excited that Vella thought of me, I was getting revved up to meet this guy and give him a piece of my mind. Handsome or not, I've learned not to let that get in the way tonight. I looked at the time, and realized that if I wanted to make good time, I needed to start packing. ~ ~ ~ As I approached Vella's house, the song "Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch" was blaring. I smiled to myself wondering if Vella had ESP and knew I was parking my car outside. Smiling and humming along with the song, I parked my little white sports car and turned it off. Breathing deeply, I looked up to the well-lit cottage and could see that the party was in full swing. I started to get nervous, I mean, I was thrilled that Vella invited me that I would get to see her again, but I was also nervous about meeting that publisher she had told me about. I enjoy writing erotic stories, but I never thought they were good enough to be published. Vella said that the publisher was young, handsome and very honest. She had given him one of my stories and he said he thoroughly enjoyed it and wanted to read more. He said that he they might not do well as books, but what harm would it be for a magazine. Making my way up the stone steps leading to the front door, I saw smoke from the barbecue and realized that I was starving. I also realized that I needed a drink, fast. Before I had a chance to step through the door, it swung open and an extremely attractive gentleman came out with an equally attractive female clinging to his arm. I was so surprised that I stumbled and fell with quite a hard thump on my tush. "OH!" I yelped, as I landed not quite ladylike on the hard stairs. "I'm sorry." Started the blonde-haired gentleman as he bent down, offering a hand. Before I could reach it, the woman at his side drawled in her southern accent, "Come on, sweetie, I don't have much time!" Looking down at me with an amused smirk on her beautiful face she continued, "You're alright aren't you, beautiful?" I jumped up and brushed myself off but before I could answer her they were off down the path with "handsome guy" just shrugging his shoulders in apology. "Sure, sure, I'm fine! Thanks for caring." I muttered and make my way through the door. "HONEY!!" yelled the extremely attractive blond at the other end of the room. I didn't know where to turn, I could feel my cheeks turning beet red. "Everyone, this is Honey! Honey, this is everyone!" "Hi, Honey!" came the smattered hellos from around the room. I just smiled and waved, responding with an embarrassed "Hi!" As Vella approached me, I calmed down a bit. She grabbed me in her arms and hugged me tight. "I am so glad you came." She whispered in my ear. "You look fabulous." "Thank you." "It's gonna be a crazy night, so if we don't get a chance to talk we will have all day tomorrow." She said. "You did bring your overnight, right?" "Yes, it's in the car. I figured I'd get it later." Just as Vella was going to say something, a dark-haired guy stuck his head out of the kitchen. "Vella, I need you!" I recognized him immediately and waved at him. He was the one that Vella suggested I watch her with that night. Thinking back to that evening, I smiled as I remembered how beautiful their lovemaking was. It was the last night I actually saw Vella since I was returning home from my brief vacation. "Ok, love, I will be right there." Vella looked at me. "I'll be back. Go get a drink and make some friends. I believe that guy I told you about is around here somewhere." Vella's gaze skimmed the crowd. "Really?" I asked. "Yes. The publisher I told you about!" Vella laughed and rolled her eyes. "Hey, did you forget about me?" The man was yelling again at Vella from the kitchen. She just smiled and looked at me, her dimples deepening as she winks at me. "Martin, he just drives me crazy, yannow?" I watched Vella as she made her way to Martin and laughed to myself as he ran his hand down her hip, cupping her ass and pushing her in through the doorway. I sighed deeply and began to feel desperately alone when I heard their murmured giggles and kisses. I turned and looked for the bar. "I need a drink," I thought to myself and decide that a good strong one will do. "What's your poison, love?" Said the man who has volunteered as bartender for the night. "Um...how about a Tequila Sunrise?" I asked raising my eyebrows. "Coming right up!" I watched as the bartender mixes my drink, going a bit heavy on the Tequila and winking at me as he did so. I smiled my thanks, took my drink and decided to find a quiet corner to hide in, but before I do that the door crashes open and in walked that gorgeous blonde male that knocked me down in the doorway. I feel my heart pound in my chest at the sight of him. As we make eye contact, he smiles at me and then is immediately surrounded by a bevy of beauties and has them laughing as he whispers something to the lot of them. Lifting my drink to my lips, I made my way outside, stopping along the way to have bits of conversations with people hanging out on the deck. Leaning against the rail, I watched the sunset. It was glorious. The colors of gold, orange and pink spattered across the sky, lasting only a few breathtaking seconds and then it was gone. I sighed deeply, taking another sip of my drink. "The sunset blossoms, a swirl of blood, grapes and honey..." I turned to tell the gentleman behind me how beautiful that was. I was struck speechless when I saw who it was. "So, how's your butt?" He asked looking deep into my eyes. His blue eyes with gold flecks only added to his attractiveness. Unable to answer right away, I blinked my eyes to gain some control over myself. "My Butt?" I asked. "Oh..it's fine, really! I am such a klutz" I laughed instinctively rubbing my ass cheek. This drew his attention to my hand as he watched me caress myself. I felt a tingle surge through my body and felt blush rise up on my cheeks. "What's that?" He asked pointing to my almost empty drink. "Tequila Sunrise. Ever have one? They are usually very good. I mean, this one is good to...just heavy on the Tequila." I rambled and took another gulp in desperation to shut myself up. "You are blowing it...shut up." I reprimanded myself. "Oh. No, I am a beer man myself." He laughed and for the first time I noticed a slight accent. He sounded a bit like Sean Connery and thought that he must be Scottish or something. "Which reminds me...I am a bit empty handed. I'll be right back." I nodded and thought, "Right, of course you will." And decided to take a walk on beach. The wind was warm and refreshing and smell of salty air filled my nostrils. I walked over the sand dunes and spotted Vella's raft. Sitting down, I realized that the Tequila was getting to me and leaned back on my elbows, enjoying the slight buzz I was feeling, the sky and humming softly to the music which was drifting towards me from the beach house. Sheryl Crow. One of my favorite singers was belting out a tune. Looking around to ensure that I was all alone, I decided to join in her song. I have a pretty good singing voice, but still not wanting to be embarrassed I double-checked to make sure no one was around. "Darlin', I'm killed. I'm in a puddle on the floor. Waiting for you to return. Oh what a thrill! Vacillations got allure. How you tease. How you leave me to burn..." "So, not only are you beautiful, but you have an incredible voice as well. What? Are you trying to get me to fall in love with you?" Startled, I jumped up and crashed into him making him spill the drinks on the sand and pretty much all over me! In an attempt to keep us from falling into the sand, he grabbed me to him, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me to him. My hands flattened on his chest and I immediately became aware of the muscles under his cotton shirt. I heard him laughing under his breath and bent, resting my forehead on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, feeling oddly secure for the first time that evening. "You really are a klutz, aren't you?" I breathed in, knowing full well that he wouldn't believe me if I said I really wasn't, just it seemed when he was around. I simply joined in his laughter, shaking my head. He didn't loosen his hold on me, but cupped my face with his hand, lifting it to his. I didn't open my eyes right away, feeling totally embarrassed and foolish. I turned my head slightly, which allowed my lips to come in contact with the palm of his hand and impulsively, I licked my lips feeling his skin beneath my tongue. My eyes snapped open when I heard his sharp intake of breath and watched as if in a dream as he lowered his lips to mine. I opened my lips, accepting the sweetness of his mouth and the tantalizing play of his tongue on mine. My hands slid up his chest and entangled themselves in his hair, pulling him closer. It was a gentle kiss. Soft, so very soft. Our tongues met, tasting, teasing. I pulled him closer and realize that the front of my dress was incredibly wet and was sure that it was staining his shirt. "Oh, my God! I am so wet!" I exclaim, pulling away slightly. He looked surprised and responded quickly, "I've been told I am good kisser, but this is amazing!" "What... No, that's not what I meant!" My hand covered my mouth in an attempt to stifle my laughter. "No?" "Yes...I mean..NO!" I hung my head laughing quietly at my giddiness, "You are a good kisser...I meant, my dress, it's soaked and I think I am staining your shirt." "OH!" He looked at his shirt and we both started laughing. "It's unfortunate that just your dress is wet." He said sobering up a bit. His eyes holding less laughter and regaining that passion which soon-to-be lovers know so well. A look of desire, want, need. I shivered at the thought of being naked in his arms. Feeling the tongue that I just licked, travelling over the curves of my body. As we began to move towards one another, a cell phone broke the stillness. Freezing in mid-movement, we looked at each other. Raising a finger, he answered his cell phone. "'Lo?" I heard a loud mumbling from the other end and the tone was just at the point of frantic. I listened silently as he calmed the other person down, letting them know he would be there in a few hours. As he turned away, I had a chance to collect my thoughts and inspect my very ruined outfit. "Sorry about that, Sweetheart." He said, slowly caressing my cheek with his thumb. "Something has come up. Damn incompetent people I work with! I have a deadline and now...Argh!" I watched his face as he talked, seeking perhaps a slight inclination that he was making excuses. But nothing in his expression or eyes told me that he was lying. I liked him from the moment I saw him. There was something about him, something familiar. He reminded me of someone. I just couldn't put my finger on it. I recently moved to a new apartment in New York City, so I really haven't met many people, and believe me, this man I would have certainly remembered. I was disappointed at the thought of him leaving. I simply nodded and smiled a smile that said, "I understand." "Do you live around here?" He broke the silence with this question. "No. I live in New York. I'm staying over for tonight, though." I said, suggestively. "I live in New York as well." Not really sure what to say or how to respond, I muttered an "Oh." "I'd love to see you again. Perhaps finish what we started here tonight?" His voice was soft, his accent noticeably more visible. "I'd like that as well. But I don't even know your name!" Pulling me close, he whispered his name in my ear then lightly kissed my jaw, paying close attention to the curve of my neck. "Mmmm" I moaned. "Lovely." I felt him chuckle against the soft skin of my collarbone. "My name?" "No...your kisses." I laughed, adding, "But it's an odd name. Are you Scottish?" "Swedish, actually. My accent, which believe me as gotten better, does make me sound like a drunken Sean Connery." His mouth traveled along my collarbone, his tongue licking the skin made sticky by my tequila drink. His mouth moved towards the opened buttons of my dress front, finding my décolleté and kissing the swell of my breasts. I arched my back pressing myself against him as his hands slid over the sides of my body and up over my breasts, cupping them. "Mmm.." he said softly. "You are wet." I groaned in response to him and felt my dress sliding up my leg as his hand slipped under it, caressing my thigh. I spread my legs a bit further apart allowing him passage and breathed deeply as his fingers skimmed my buttocks, slipping a finger under the elastic of my panties. "Yes. Very wet." He mumbled against my breast as his finger slid between the lips of my labia, rubbing the sides then gliding up to massing my clit. I moved my hips back and forth, enjoying the wonderful sensations flooding through my body. When he pushed his finger deep into me, my deep intake of breath obliged him to continue and I pressed against his fingers. "You feel delightful. But I can't help wondering how you taste." Simple words but whispered this way to me, made my knees buckle. I watch him as he brings his fingers to his mouth, drawing them in, sucking them, and tasting me. My eyes widened, as my arousal advanced with his actions. "Ambrosia! I want more. But I need to go." He looked at me with his gorgeous eyes. "We are not finished." "Will you call me?" I blurted out, and immediately felt like a schoolgirl. "You know it! Give me your cell number." He logged my number into his cell phone, paused for a moment and laughed. "Honey, right?" "Right." I responded, surprised that he knew my name and a bit embarrassed that this man just fingered me and I barely even know his name. "And you thought my name was odd?" He laughed. "I know." And I begin my dissertation on how my parents were flower children and gave my sisters and me very strange names. "Well, it suits you. Your honey-colored skin and the way you taste..." His voice trails off with a raspy sound. With a quick, hard kiss, he was off, striding across the sand and up the deck stairs. Vella, who seemed to be talking to him, almost prodding him stopped him. Her hands moving as fast as her mouth. He looked towards me and the putting his arm around Vella's shoulders ushered her indoors. Remembering my wet dress, I go to my car and grab my overnight from the back seat. As I slam the door, a car passes by and I hear the driver honk. I instinctively raise my hand in response and see that my Swedish friend is blowing me a kiss before speeding off in his blue sports car. I watch his red tail lights disappear down the road. A Day At The Beach: The... "What a night!" I said out loud and headed to the house in search of Vella and a warm shower. ~ ~ ~ Vella had set me up in a guestroom and pointed me to the bathroom. "Yannow, if we were alone..." Wrinkling her nose and blowing me a kiss, she takes off downstairs. I laugh when I hear the cheers of "Vella!" from the party. I showered and changed into some comfortable clothes and headed back down to the party. Vella introduced me to more of her friends who were also writers. I noticed she didn't mention the publisher anymore and questioned her about that. "Hey. Your friend, what happened?" "Didn't you meet him?" Vella was looking at me as if I grew another head. "Nooo. I did meet this Swedish guy. He took my breath away." I ignored Vella's confused look and begin to tell her about my experience down at the beach. "Hmm. Well, Honey.." Vella started, scratching her head. "I really hope he calls you." She put her arms around me and hugged me tight. Then jumping up she grabbed my hand and shouted, "Okay, people, it's time to party!!" Everyone cheered a loud "Whoop!" and the place began to really jam. We danced and partied into the wee hours of the morning. ~ ~ ~ The smell of coffee wafted through my nostrils and although I felt as though I had just fallen asleep, that smell had me drooling. I jumped out of bed and realize that I am naked so I toss on my robe and follow the smell into the kitchen where I found Vella sitting on the deck snuggled in the arms of Martin. "Honey-bunches, good morning, sweetie!" I bent down and gave Vella a kiss on the cheek and rustled Martin's hair as I walked past him. He took my hand and kissed it. "How you doing this morning?" "Good. Looks like a luverly beach day!" "Ah. Not for me. More manuals to write, things to do, people to see." Martin said as he stood up pulling Vella into his arms. "All work and no play..." She managed to get out before he covered her mouth with his. I watched them as they kissed each other goodbye. With a wave and a wink, he dashed through the door. "More than just a great party last night, huh Vells." "Oh, yeah! But now, it's me and you!" She laughed and headed out the door. "Come on, let's go to the beach and talk!" To my surprise it was already afternoon. I shouldn't have been surprised, I think I may have fallen asleep by 6 a.m. Well, passed out was more like it. I have to remind myself that I am not in my twenties anymore. "I didn't put on my bathing suit." I say and start to head upstairs. "Neither did I! For goodness sakes...like I haven't seen you naked?" We looked at each other and giggled. I have to admit a part of me wanted her to say exactly that. "Think Martin's watching?" I asked her as we headed down the beach. "I hope so." Vella smiled and exaggerated a wave towards Martin's house. As we lay on the blanket, listening to music on the radio, I turned and looked at Vella. Her small body was glistening in the sun. When she put her head down, I had the chance to look at her body. She was built similar to me; petite, her body was fit and she had a wonderful ass, which at that moment I wanted desperately to touch. I felt a tingling sensation in my nipples and was not surprised to find them erect. Vella turned and looked at me smiling. "Hey, put some lotion on my back, if you don't mind?" Mind? Me? Taking my time, I poured some lotion in the palm of my hand and rubbed them together. Slowly, I glided the creamy liquid over her back, skimming the sides of her body, working my way down to her waist. Vella rolled over on her back, giving me an unobstructed view of her breasts as she lies back. Moaning, she stretches and arches her back. "Ahh. That's better!" I laughed and resumed my task. I take more lotion and massage it into her skin sliding my hands up her sides and over her breasts to her neck, then started back down the middle of her chest. I massaged her breasts for a moment before ensuring her tummy was properly coated, then gently rolled her over. Caressing the globes of her buttocks I took in the exquisite curves as my hands moved over them. "Mmm. Honey, that feels very good." Vella said, sighing. She raised her ass and spread her legs. Without thinking, I bend down and run my tongue along the crack of her ass, causing her to gasp. I pause a bit, waiting not sure if I should continue. "Don't stop, Honey, please!" I straddled her hips and bent down trailing kisses along her spine. Her back arched making her ass and press against my pussy. I slowly slid myself along her ass, my hands caressing her upper body, my nails scratching slightly along the swell of her breasts. I teased her ribs and then slid my hand under working it down and cupping her moist mound. I dismounted her hips as she turned onto her side. I slowly slid my hand up and down the side of her body, caressing each curve feeling her skin respond to my touch. We lay in a spoon position as I kissed her neck and nibbling on her shoulder. My fingers sliding down her abdomen dipping deep into her. She spread her legs for me, bending a knee opening herself up so that I could caress her. I start to stroke her with my fingers, remembering what she liked and how she liked it. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, pumping them slowly at first and then stop. "Turn over," I shifted my weight so she could lie on her back. Closing her eyes, Vella, arched her back, waiting for me to continue. I used my tongue to trail a long wet line down her neck and across her breast to her nipple. My hands gently teased the sides of her body, my nails creating goose bumps along her skin. I enclosed her nipple in my lips, sucking it, bringing it deep into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. I could feel Vella's intake of breath and spread her legs with my knee. Vella immediately began to circle her hips, pressing her clit on my skin. I licked down her stomach, teasing her bellybutton, causing her to giggle. She combed her fingers into my hair, pressing my lips to her. My touch, gentle, tentative. "That's good, Honey...very good" Vella moaned and I continued my exploration lower. As I reached her pussy, I teased her there with the tip of my tongue. Bringing my fingers up, I spread her lips exposing the pink, wet flesh to my view and my tongue. Sliding my free hand around her hips and under her ass, I pulled her closer to me, my tongue plunging it into her. With a moan, Vella began rocking her hips, helping me fuck her with my tongue. "Oh, God, that's fucking good_" She yelled. "Lick me! Eat my pussy, please!" My tongue pumped into her faster. I licked the sides of her pussy, sucking her juices. Taking her clit gently between my teeth, I circled it with my tongue. I slid my fingers again into her pussy and fucked her hard. I felt her body tighten around them as she bucked and thrust her hips. I watched her face as she rose towards her orgasm. I licked my lips tasting her on them and smiled at her when she opened her eyes. Pulling her up into a sitting position, I kissed her lips, licking them. Her lips were soft and her tongue flicked at mine before gently sucking it between her teeth and pulling my body close. I could feel her beautiful breasts on my mine as we slid our slick bodies together. Our hard nipples teasing each other as they collided. Vella wrapped her legs around me and I could feel her pubic hair against my shaven lips and I wiggled my pussy against hers. Smiling she stroked it slowly with her fingers, making me moan against her mouth. She moved back slightly, pushing her fingers into me, pressing them harder with her hips. I rode her fingers, sliding on them pressing them between us, making them go deeper into me. Taking her fingers out, she puts them into my mouth and I lick her fingers, smiling at her. "Silly woman!" She laughed. "Lie down and let me have my way with you!" I do as she asks waiting for her tongue, her hands, and her mouth. I felt her tongue licking my clit, pressing flat down against it. I moved my hips in unison with her tongue, already close to orgasm. I felt Vella's fingers gently caressing my ass, her fingers teasing my anus, gathering my juices on the tips of her fingers and then thrusting inside me. This drives me over the edge; I rode her fingers and her tongue crying out her name. I grasped her hair pulling her face down into me. Her tongue licked me, swirling over my clit as she sucked at it. "Oh, GOD!" I yelled thrusting my hips uncontrollably as waves of bliss coursed through me. Her mouth closed over my mound as she gently licked me. She stayed there, still teasing, until my orgasm subsided and then slid slowly up my body. When her mouth reached mine, we kissed deeply. I could taste my own salty-sweet juices on her tongue as she teased mine with hers. Pulling away, Vella sighed deeply and rolled onto her belly, playfully wiggling and bumping me with her hips. "Mmmmm... I never been with a woman like this until you showed up on the beach, that day." She put her head on my breast, snuggling "I have to admit, I had thought about it and even fantasized about it. I liked it." She tickled my ribs, "You should write a story about it." I laughed with her and an image of my handsome Swedish friends popped into my mind. I let out a sigh and felt a slight nagging in my stomach. "What's up, sweetie?" Vella asked placing her head on her fists, looking at me with a puzzled expression. "Nothing, really. I have to go soon." I sit up smoothing a strand of Vella's hair from her eyes. I tap her nose lightly with my finger and we smile at each other, nodding our heads and laugh. "Yes, I know. You City gals like that 'Wham, Bam, thank you ma'am action'." She teased. I playfully smacked her on her ass then stood and pulled her up. We gathered the blanket and started back to the beachhouse. A glint of light caught my eye. I nudge Vella and pointed. She blushed and giggled. We both waved to the handsome man on the deck with his binoculars. Arm in arm we walked along the sand trying to set up another day to meet. By the time I showered, dressed and packed, I hear Martin's voice downstairs and am glad that Vella has met someone like him. He is a wonderful, safe charming person who will treat her the way she deserves to be treated. Giving Vella a hug, I jump into my car and make my way into the City. Peering in my rearview mirror watching both Vella and Martin wave at me before they embrace and head towards the house. ~ ~ ~ Daydreaming about my last two days at the beach, I made my way home. The day was wonderful, sunny, warm a perfect day. I had my windows rolled down and even the traffic of the City wasn't bringing me down. I doubted very much if anything could. With my music blaring, I barely heard my cell phone began to ring. I was startled when I saw the thing vibrating on the console. "Unknown number." It read. My heart started to pound. "It's him, I just know it!" "Hello?" I answered not caring if I sounded anxious. "You're kisses are as sweet as honey...." He started. "Mmmm..." "Where are you?" "On my way home. I am making incredible time." I say, waiting, crossing my fingers in hopes that he wants to see me. "Oh. Then I guess you wouldn't want to make a change in your plans?" "I didn't say that. Just that I am making good time. What did you have in mind?" "Well, you did say you lived close by, right" "Yes." I turned down my block and was shocked at the unbelievable space right in front of my building! "WOW, of all the luck" I thought. "Hold one minute, let me park." I said. I eased the car into the space and shut off the engine. "Sorry 'bout that. I do live in the city as well." Smiling at my luck and glancing up at my apartment, I thought, "Ah...home sweet home." "Well, I re-read your stories and..." "What? What did you say?" Not sure if I heard him right, I needed to hear it again. "Your stories, I re-read them." "You are Vella's publisher friend?" I said slowly, stunned. "Yes. Didn't she tell you?" He sounded more surprised then I did and as much as I wanted to be angry, I couldn't. "No. She didn't." I closed my eyes and rested my forehead to the steering wheel. "And now, after last night you re-read my stories and what, did fingering me change your mind?" I know I sounded annoyed, possibly even bitchy, but this just was not what I wanted to hear. "No. Last night did not change my mind. Your stories are still pretty bad, but I wanted to make sure that, as you say, fingering you didn't fog up my thoughts." He definitely sounded annoyed. The silence on the line was deafening. I waited, not sure what to say, listening to his breathing. "Look. Come to my apartment. Let's talk, what do you say?" He sounded less annoyed with this request and I did want to see him so I agreed. I asked him what his address is and as he gave me the number, I asked him to repeat it. "No!" I think to myself. "It can't be." I look up at my apartment and my mouth opens into an O shape. "What apartment number?" I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together, not sure if I should laugh out loud or scream. "14B." "14B." I repeated. "14B." "Yes. Just ring my bell and I will buzz you in. That is if the new tenant didn't leave the door open again. I haven't met her yet, but she must have lived in the country and has no idea that you don't leave doors open in the city." He said telling me about how his next-door neighbor left the door open. I barely listen to him, knowing the story full well. I didn't leave the door open on purpose, I was waiting for the movers! "Well, I..."I begin and realized that I was about to explain myself but stopped. "I mean, maybe she left it open for the movers or something..." I trailed off shaking my head fighting with myself on whether or not to tell him. "I guess, whatever!" He says. "When will I see you?" "Well, my guess is soon...very soon. I really am close to you." "Great!" When we hung up I sat in my car for a few moments longer. Thinking, working this out in my mind. I looked at my watch and decided that enough time as passed so I headed up to his...my front apartment door. I went into the landing and located his bell. "Oh my!" I say outloud as I see that our mailboxes are right next to each other's. I exhale deeply and ring his bell. "Come up." His voice came through the intercom. "The door's open." ~ ~ ~ I made my way up the stairs and looked at my door as I passed it. I knocked and pushed open his door saying "Hello?" "I'm in here. Through the hallway and make a left. It's the room on the right." I heard him say as I looked at his apartment. It's set up exactly as mine; I could get to the room he was talking about with my eyes closed. "Hello!" I said leaning against the doorway, watching him type on his computer, his back to me. As he turned around, I suck in my breath, forgetting just how attractive he is. I stood up straighter as he made his way towards me. His white tailored shirt was opened all the way revealing a chiseled chest that had slightly darker hair spatter here and there. His khakis had the top button undone and my eyes were drawn to the hair that continued from his chest and hid from me under the cloth of his pants. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. "Honey." He whispered, his accent making it sound more like, "Horny" and I have to admit that's exactly how I felt. We stared at each other for a moment as he stopped in front of me and I lifted my face towards his in a silent begs for his kisses. He pulled me close as my arms wrapped around his neck drawing him nearer still. He kissed me deeply, then trailed kisses along my neck, leaving heated imprints on my skin. I wanted him and I knew he wanted me. There was no wasting time, this was what I came for and this was what he wanted me here for. I removed my hands from around his neck and began to explore his body with my fingers. Caressing his abs, sliding over its muscles, teasing with my fingernails, I found his zipper and slowly tugged it down while my other hand sought and found his buttocks. Reluctantly, I pulled away from him so I could I take his shirt off. I used my tongue to trail a line down his chest. I paused but only to kneel before him. His hands entangled themselves in my hair, I looked up into his face, my mouth hovering at the tip of his penis, I watched him watching me as I stuck my tongue out, licking the ridge, slowly around, not taking it in fully, yet. I flicked my tongue here and there, then brought it flatly down along the shaft, my tongue swirling, licking. I nibbled the ridge of his shaft, taking it in my mouth, sucking it all the way down to his sack. I took one in my mouth gently enjoying the taste of his body, the smells. I looked up again and saw him arching his head back, eyes closed, waiting, and anticipating. I brought my tongue up again in slow licks, as if it were a melting ice cream, smiling at the moans that escape from his mouth. When I took it fully in my mouth, his hands pulled my head in closer to move it deeper into my throat. Unable to control himself, he pulled me up and pushed me against the cold wall and spreading my thighs with a knee. I moaned, whispering that I want him. I involuntarily rubbed my pussy against that knee in my excitement, feeling his hands along the sides of my torso as I dipped lower enjoying the feel of hard muscles against my shaven lips. His hands slid up my ribcage, pulling me up along his body, my nipples rubbing against chest hair, making them protrude. I moaned again, louder as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my thigh muscles contracted and pulling his body closer. Further into the wall he pushed me, kissing me harder. I could feel a hand reach beneath my buttocks holding me close as his fingers lightly traced the labia of my pussy, teasing my inner thighs before pressing hard and grinding my pussy with his whole hand. I licked my lips, feeling his breath on my skin. My gaze traveled to his mouth. I closed my eyes and lowered myself upon his hard, thick cock, whispering, "Fuck me, please!" My hands gripped bulging biceps, bending my head so I can lick and taste his neck, that soft spot between the neck and collar bone, the saltiness there made me hungry for more. I bit his skin, gently, wishing I could devour him. Lifting me up by the thighs he slid into me in one long, slow motion. Holding me up against the wall, fucking me slowly and gently with long strokes that become stronger and more powerful. I crossed my legs behind his back as he pumped harder, pushing me against the wall. I feel him pause just as the head of his penis rests inside me. "Was that what you meant?" "Yes!" I moan which makes him push harder into me. "That, too?" another whispered question. "Yes...harder" I whispered hoarsely, arching my back and bringing me closer. "Please...again!" I screamed, bringing my body down upon his cock. Holding each other tight we slid to the floor. I straddled his hips and moaned with pleasure as his cock penetrated me deeper. "Honey!" a groan, a clutch of my hips, a slow thrust. Hearing him call my name, made me push down again as I threw my head back and moaned loudly. With my knees against the floor, I pulled my hips up and down, sliding my wet pussy against the hard shaft of his cock. I pressed down hard, bringing it deeper inside. I open my eyes and watch as his face. I dragged my hands across the sides of my body, caressing my stomach, up to caress my breasts and my nipples. I sucked my fingers into my mouth and licked them, trailing a wet line between my breasts, down my stomach and to my clit. His hands moved my hips pounding me down on him. I rub myself knowing that with each stroke the walls of my vagina are contracting against that hard cock, squeezing it. His hands caressed my buttocks grabbing each cheek and spreading me open, plunging deeper with each stroke. A Day At The Beach: The... A finger began to gently rub my anus. My body quivered at this, I love my ass to be played with and I pushed back making his finger fill me as his cock thrust deeper into me. My pussy was wet with want and need. The desire to have him was building up inside - bringing me closer to the edge. My legs wrapped around his body pulling him in deeper. Suddenly he grabbed my buttocks hard and he flipped me onto my back. Although surprised, I circled my legs around his waist. Not missing a beat, he pounded into my pussy. I arched my back, rubbing myself against him loving the way he filled my pussy. I bit my lip suppressing the screams that were bubbling up in my throat. But as he pushed harder, I relented and a scream is torn from me. Driven madly by this pace, I felt his body tense as we both neared our orgasms, groaning aloud. I could feel the warmth of his ragged breath against my neck as he continued to hammer into me taking me towards the edge. I grabbed his head and pulled it to my face kissing his lips. I taste the saltiness of my skin on them as I slid my tongue into his mouth. I searched for his tongue and lick it slowly. My breasts sliding up and down his chest as his momentum builds again, pulling me down harder, faster. My fingers grasped his hair, I felt his moan in my mouth and just for a moment our tongues pause in their playful teasing as our movements slow down. We wrapped our arms around each other as our bodies locked together, rigid and suspended for the moment. My eyes closed and I felt his warm breath upon my face. I felt the slick, lubricating sweat between our bodies. As he plunges deep into me, my body begins to contract faster and faster, my vagina squeezing him into submission. I whispered inaudible words of pleasure and desire, my tongue licked his ear, my lips sucking his earlobe and moving to along his jawbone. I was ready to give in to the sweet, wonderful feeling of the orgasm building inside me. I whispered hoarsely now, "Now...yes...I am...cumming!" Forcing my eyes open, I want to have every sense alive in having this moment. Sight, smell, touch, moans, taste. I could feel his body strain as we come together, his body pumping, faster, faster, pausing then with a howl of pleasure, he comes, filling me once, then with another powerful thrust he empties himself inside me. His arms squeezed me tightly against him, his moans raspy in my ear. I felt his deep exhale of hot breath against my neck as he gathered me more gently in his arms. We lay this way for a while, just stroking each other, not speaking. No words were needed just the warmth of his arms said more than words could ever. I smiled at this thought, snuggling deeper within his arms and listen to his breathing as we drifted off into a dreamless, content sleep. Feeling wonderful and just a bit cramped, I opened my eyes and realize that it's been quite a few hours and although I desperately want to stay in his arm as he lay sleeping, I needed to go and unpack. I watched him for a few moments, taking in the softness of his features, watching his chest as it slowly moved up and down with his breathing. I resisted the urge to trace a fingernail along his chest hair and to the prize that lay beneath the sheet barely covering his hips and upper thighs. Reluctantly, I quietly slipped out of his bed and spy his tossed shirt across them. I shrugged my shoulders into, smelling his cologne as I grabbed the collar and bring it up to my nose. I noticed a pen and paper as I pass his desk and smiling a sneaky smile, I wrote him a note. When I am done, I looked at it and mouthed the words, "Perfect!" and place it on the pillow next to him. I blow him a kiss and leave his apartment. "Such a far walk!" I think to myself as I enter the apartment next door to his. "The girl next door." I shake my head, laughing at the words I wrote in my note. ~ ~ ~ The sound of a door shutting woke him up. As he stretched, he slid a hand across the warm mattress only to find himself alone. There was a pain in his stomach that he tried to ignore, but knew it will take a good part of the day. Hoping that at least her scent is still on the pillow he turned onto his side and smiled when he saw a piece of paper where her head had just recently rested. Reaching for the note, he read out loud: "Should you ever crave for something sweeter than sugar, come knock on my door and I'll give you some Honey.....The Girl Next Door...(14A)" Laughing loudly and looking at the wall the separates them, he shook his head as he heard light laughter coming from the other side. * * NOTE: Please read Liar's "The Girl Next Door" as his story is a continuation of mine. I want to thank Dranoel for editing this story. You kind words and special touch help my story come alive!