1 comments/ 8015 views/ 2 favorites Sea Breeze By: Millers *All characters, places and events are fictional* The sun pierces through the glass window as Amy pulls the sunglasses over her eyes. Putting her foot down slightly, the car pulls away as she races up the coastal highway. Taking in a shallow breath, she notices it getting stuffy inside. Winding down the window, she feels he rush of the fresh, salty sea air. "This is going to be sensational!" she thinks as the cool sea breeze brings a refreshing change all over her body. "This weekend is all about me me, me ,me. No work, no responsibilities, just me!" Amy's job as a receptionist had dulled her life, working 9-5 with no perks. After being offered to stay at a friend's beach house, Amy had been looking toward to this for a month now. All the hard work had paid off, and she had been given the use of a beach house for several days to unwind. Taking a sip of her water bottle, she notices the solitary beach house just on the horizon. Slowing down on the road, Amy pulls into the lot for the beach house. Noticing a car parked to the side, she checked the address again. "I thought this place was supposed to be empty? " she thought. Suddenly thoughts of a solitary weekend start disappearing from her mind. Letting out a sigh of disappointment, Amy turns the car off and hops out. Walking up to the house, she realises it's a duplex, with the house divided into two. "Fine, just fine, who cares?" she thinks as she walks up to the duplex door and unlocks it. Inside is very nice. Polished floors, white shades on the windows. The cabinetry is old, but well kept with a solid oak kitchen bench top. A soft cream couch sits in the lounge room with a TV hanging on the wall. A strong sea breeze welcomes Amy as she opens the back doors leading to a spectacular view of the ocean, cleaning out the stuffy air. Amy heads back out to her car, grabbing her items, and hauling them into the house. She places her suitcase in the bedroom and heading back towards the kitchen, she is again greeted by the breezing playing with her long dark hair as it whips in the strong air. Opening the shopping bags, she starts placing items in cupboards whilst checking out the supplies left there from previous tenants. "God I need a drink. Something nice, wet and cold", Amy thinks to herself, grabbing the chilled wine out of the shopping bag. Searching through the cupboards, she finds herself a glass and pours herself a white wine. Picking up the glass, she walks around the house and opens the windows letting the sunlight pour in and add some vibrancy to the establishment. Taking a sip of wine, the cool liquid eases past her lips and down her throat. Hearing the crashing waves, Amy turns towards the water and heads out to the deck. The modest size area has a spectacular view as the sun glistens on the water. The yellow and orange tinges light up her face as she slowly slips on the wine. Standing there on the deck, Amy thinks about work and the recent struggles there. That stupid bitch Karen had been undermining her for months now. Making Amy look incompetent in front of her bosses was starting to wear her down and she had no out. Nothing except for this weekend. This is what Amy needed. Somewhere to get away from everyone and everything. Looking out onto the water, Amy thinks about all the troubles at work, the stress and crap she has had to endure. Thoughts of quitting come into her mind, but she has endured so much there not to just give up now. So coming up here was a great idea, just to get away from everything, from everyone, from life..... "Hi there!" sounds a booming voice below on the sand. "Oh my god!" she yelps, startled by the sudden interruption. Looking down she sees her wine slop on the deck floor as her mind is suddenly bought back to the beach house and her surroundings. Looking down, Amy sees a guy in his early thirties. Dark Brown hair, medium build and height with green eyes. "Hmmm, not a bad way to be interrupted" she thinks as her eyes look this cute, sexy guy over. Dressed in dark board shorts and a crisp white shirt, he looks up at her through his dark shades. "Oh gees, sorry you crept up on me there!" says Amy. "Yeah I saw that. Sorry about that." Replies the young man below her. "I'm John." He says. "Amy", she replies. "You just got here hmm?" Quizzes John. "Yeah. I'm just taking a break from the real world." Says Amy as she softly smiles to the stranger below. As John looks up, he can see the figure above him with the sunlight reflecting off her wine glass. Straining against the glare of the sand, he struggles to take in her looks. "Sounds like a good idea. I'm just here for a few days to unwind myself. So what are you running away from up here?" "My Job." She replies. "Hmm from the sound of your reply, that's about as much of that subject you want to talk about." States John "I see mind reading is one of your talents eh?" Taunts Amy. "I have some other highly desired skills as well" 'Holy shit did I just say that??' thinks John. Hey, if you like I've got a bucket load of food cooking for dinner." You are more than welcome to join. No pressure, the invite is open." Says John wondering how far this stranger will be willing to 'socialise' for the evening. "Thanks, I'll think about it and ah, I'll let you know." Replies Amy. "No worries, I'll hear from you later on!" he says turning away to the other duplex. "Jesus, that's a nice ass" Amy whispers to herself as she sees him walking away. "Stop it Amy! you just met him..gees!" giggling to herself and strolling back into her duplex. Reading her book, Amy lays on the couch, listening to the ocean and the crashing waves. It's so relaxing. With the fresh breeze Amy finally starts to settle in. The smell of the ocean, the soft sunset slowly going down. This is the life... Deeply involved in her book, Amy never notices John come in. Shocked that he voluntarily let himself in, she sees him smoothly walking right over to her. Taking deep, panicked breaths Amy can barely speak. Her personal space is instantly invaded as John moves right into her suddenly pressing himself against her. Then with purpose, he lowers his head down planting soft, gentle kisses on her neck. "Say something, for fuck sake Amy!" Her mind screams to herself. Yet she can't, as having the feeling of a man arouses her, only allowing herself a soft sigh as she craves the touch of another. Moving her waist, she feels the tingling in her pussy, everything is just delicious. Moving her hands up her leg, she can barely control herself as she inches her fingers closer to her warm thighs, itching for some satisfaction. Looking into his eyes, Amy can feel her heart beating like a damn rock concert is taking over her body. With John only inches away from her face, he breaks the silence... "You know I am still waiting for you to cum" Amy's eyes pop open as she startles herself awake. "Oh my god." She moans, wiping her eyes with the realisation it was just a dream. Lying on the couch, she feels a wetness in her panties as her eyes adjust to the now darkening room. "Oh shit,shit,shit what's the time?" She curses as she quickly looks for a clock. She is late. "God damn it", moans Amy as she quickly gets in the shower washing the salt off her body. Her hand brushes her nipple and she can only moan. Still wired up from the dream she thinks "Oh god that feels good, this damn John is all through my head!" With no time for self-pleasures, Amy resigns herself to the fact she will have to just shower and go next door as soon as possible. This is no time to keep a stranger waiting just because she is not ready to come, well figuratively speaking. Getting ready, she sprays on a light mist of perfume and goes about setting her hair. "Thank god hair straighteners have come a long way!" thinks Amy as pulls her hair through the heating iron. Slipping on a dress, she observes herself in the mirror very satisfied with her end result. Her long dark hair sits below her shoulders with her skirt sitting just her knees. Looking at her own brown eyes in the mirror, she glances down and observes her finished product. Not bad for a Friday night! Spraying on some perfume, Amy grabs a fresh bottle of wine from her stockpile and heads out towards the door. With one last check in the mirror, she walks out, "Not bad honey" she thinks to herself as she grasps the door handle and steps outside. Whisking down the stairs, Amy realizes she is almost 20 minutes late. Scurrying up the other duplex stairs with one final lunge to the door, she arrives, knocking on the door whilst flustered and breathing heavy. The door opens and there is John, dressed in smart casual, a very beachy, crisp, white shirt, and nicely trimmed cargo pants. Trying to make up for lost time or apologizing, or both, Amy, opens her mouth, with the words tumbling out before she can even comprehend what she is actually saying. "Oh god, sleeping, I, sorry, I fell asleep and I ah I just didn't sleep, No, I mean I didn't watch the time..and I'm so sorry. I'm like 20 mins late." "That's so cute!" thinks John as he says in a comforting voice, "Hehe, hey it's all good neighbour, lucky I made extra, wasn't sure if you were coming or not." Realising she hadn't even RSVP'd Amy's eye bulge open "Oh gees, I was supposed to let you know, wasn't I? This is almost getting embarrassing. I just fell asleep and.." "Haha, No worries, besides we are on beach time here. I don't even know what the time is! Haha. Come inside, common. Care for some wine?" Says John "Oh yes please!" Says Amy slowly starting to calm down a bit; however her heart is still pumping from the last 10 minutes of rushing about. With her mouth parched from the salty air, she steadily grasps the wine glass and brings it to her mouth for a sip of smooth, chilled white wine. Her mouth is parched and dry. Taking some deep sips, she consumes the wine, loving the feeling of the cool liquid as it slips down her throat. "He he, go easy I've only got the one bottle." Says John. "Oh my god, John I'm so sorry. Look I've got some back in my place, plus this one I brought along with me." "He he, nah I'm joking. It's all good. I've got heaps, but you better slow down, I don't want to take advantage of you..haha" Laughs John. "You have no idea you stud, you god damn sexy stud!" Thinks Amy as she takes another sip on her wine. Eyeing him up and down as he turns and heads towards his outside deck. Identically to the same place Amy has next door, she walks outside behind John, looking at his cute ass as they make their way outside. Following John outside to the deck, Amy is again greeted by the soft ocean air. The fresh breeze helps clear her mind. As the sun sets on the ocean, Amy and John talk about their lives. Amy reveals her strained work place and lack of relationships. The wine helping her pour out thoughts that she would never mention to a stranger. "Thank god, we haven't moved to our sex lives" thinks Amy. John cooks a few items on the BBQ and they both sit down to a great feast. Amy can't help herself looking at John. His confidence and his mannerism have a last effect on her. The way he holds the cutlery in his hand, how he twists the wine in his glass whilst he is talking. As the night progresses, the wine is drunk, whilst the dinner of fresh fish, scallops and salad is eaten. "This is almost romantic," thinks Amy, as she takes each moment to observe John, trying to absorb as much of him as possible. She is bordering on obsession. Talking about their lives, they share experiences of the past, laughing and enjoying each other's company as the sexual tension in Amy slowly builds. Standing on the balcony, Amy feels the soft night air on her skin. Listening intently she strains to hear what she thinks is music coming from outside. Looking over the balcony, she can see nothing except the darkness of the evening surrounding the beach house. "I haven't been to the beach in years." Says John behind her. "I'd almost forgotten that feeling of the sea air. We used to go to the beach when we were kids. The ocean is a great place to have some...fun, don't you think?" Says John as he glances to Amy. "Oh yes! "replies Amy. "Everyone comes to the beach for fun!!" "Indeed, everyone loves coming....here" Says John as his eyes trace her body eventually resting his gaze with hers. "Care to dance?" asks John. Turning around, Amy sees John stroll out and purposefully grab her glass and place it on the table. Taking her hand, they come together to slowly dance in the evening air, leaving her reply of "Oh, ah yeah, ah OK" completely irrelevant. Slowly moving to the music with a complete stranger, Amy feels like she is on a date rather than having a casual dinner. As the night, and music progresses, Amy immensely enjoys the touch of his hand on her back and waist. They dance on the timber deck in the evening, slowly talking about their friends and family. The build up to this moment has been hours in the making for Amy. She has been on such an emotional ride since being here, with elation from being away from work, to feelings of pent up arousal now whilst she dances with John, her strong confident, temporary neighbour. She breathes in his scent making her feel so electric, so alive, so sexy...so horny. Each song blends to each other and Amy and John say nothing, just enjoying the closeness that they both offer each other. With the music slowly dying down, John finally breaks the embrace. "Hey thanks Amy. I hate to do this to you but I'll have to get some sleep...I'm just whacked..you've drained me dry!" laughs John. "You have no fucking idea" thinks Amy as he offers her some water. John continues, ". I've had a really nice night. Originally, I thought it would have been great here on my own, but it's been great company and exciting to have such a nice temporary neighbour! Thanks for coming over " "The only cumming I want to do is on your nice big fucking cock," Amy thinks to herself. God she was horny. She knew she would make a move on him. But, no, she will let him do the dirty work. Taking a slow steady breath to compose herself, Amy replies "Thanks John, I've really enjoyed this. You have made me so welcome! Thank you for dinner, and everything. It's been an awesome ending to such a long week. You really are so sweet to put on dinner for me, a complete stranger! At least let me help you clean up" Says Amy reaching up to stroke his arm. "You can take me any time now John" thinks Amy as she looks directly at him. "I'll have nothing of the sort, its all good as I'll look after it tomorrow." As they both walk towards the door they both exchange looks. Amy gazes into his eyes. She desperately wants to throw herself at him. "No" she thinks. "Guys always make the first move. Always. I'll just wait right here in his doorway. There will be some silence then he will move slightly closer to me and wrap his arm around me. Then I will move closer to him looking into his eyes. He'll move his head is then bring our faces closer for the perfect kiss! Now it's going to get interesting!" She thinks. "Night Amy" Says John as he brushes her arm and the door between them slowly closes. It's dark and cool. Amy, alone out the front the duplex just stares at the door. "Hang on, what the fuck just happened??" thinks Amy. "How did I get from in there to out here??" "What?!?!" Still staring at John's door, she brings her hand up to the timber, ready to knock, the suddenly the lights in John's duplex go out, along with any resolve left in Amy. The pent up sexual energy is intense for Amy as she feels the heat radiating out of her pussy. Walking down the stairs, then back up her own on a mini walk of shame she clasps the door handle and opens it to her own dark duplex. Walking inside she turns on the light and heads to the fridge. Pouring herself a glass of water, she composes herself. Her mind is drained, being so turned on all night. She can't handle it, gulping down the water she stands in the almost silent kitchen with the ocean wind her only company in the night. Rolling her eyes, she finishes the glass of water and steps into her bedroom. Stripping off her clothes, she feels somewhat liberated as she bends down to lie naked on the bed. Resting her head on the pillow, she can hear her own breathing as she bring her finger up to her tits. Rolling her nipple between her fingers, she uses her other hand to trace up and down her chest. Listening to her own breathing, Amy starts exploring her aroused body with her hands, reaching down with her fingers she rubs up and down her thighs. Exhausted from the events of the day and evening, Amy tries to will herself to just sleep it all off. However, her body has other intentions. Tracing her finger up and down her thighs, she brings it slowly up between the folds of her inner thigh. Feeling the heat, she extends her finger between her thigh and pussy mound. Slowly inching further down to the bottom of her pussy. Stuck in the middle of two extremes, Amy continues her exploration sliding her finger down to the outer folds of her hot pussy. As she touches the outside folds, she feels the short pussy hairs as she discovers she is dripping wet. So full of lust, her eyes waver between tiredness and pent up arousal. Unable to stop herself, Amy slowly sinks her fingers into her pussy. She feels the wetness on her fingertips and she steadily pushes deeper and deeper into her wanting hole. Slowly drawing her fingers out, Amy lets out a short gasp as the pleasure starts to wrap around her like a warm blanket. Plunging her fingers back in, she begins stroking herself right into her aching pussy. Her other hand grasps her nipple and pulls, and pinches as her breathing deepens. Amy desperately pleasures herself and pushes her fingers deeper into her pussy as her own wetness continually lubricates her delicate digits. She feels her pussy juice run out of her hot love hole and slide out of her pussy down towards her ass as she slithers across the covers on her bed. "Ahhh..fucking hot bastard! Fuck sake! God I need his cock, fuck me, yes, fuck me..hmmm yes John oh yes. " Her fingers build up to a blur as starts to let her pussy and impeding orgasm take control of her. Somewhere between obsession and desperation she pushes her fingers harder and deeper into her pussy yearning for release."Fuck me!! you stud, yes, yes oh fuck yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck my tight pussy! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!!! Yes! Yes! Yesssss! Oh fuck yes John I'm cumming!! I'm cuming, cumming Fuck! fuck! yes baby, yes, yes, yessss, yesss...hmmmm" Amy takes deep breath after breath watching her tits rise up repeatedly with her nipples standing at full alert. There is a fine mist of perspiration on her skin as she watches them slowly heave up and down. The release is intense as Amy's pussy continues to clamp down on her fingers sucking them for dear life. "Oh fuck yes John, oh god hmmmm you delicious stud you..mmm Oh. Fuck. Yes..." Moans Amy with some final satisfaction ....drifting off, the night consumes her as she finally drifts off to sleep. The patter of raindrops hits the roof as the smell of rain pours into the room. There is a steady breeze again drifting through the room as the dark skies give an impression of early morning light. Amy loves waking up to the sound of rain. For her it's so soothing and with that feeling her mind drifts back to the previous night as her body slivers again between the sheets. The sheets feel so crisp against her soft skin, tingling her senses. Amy's wandering hands once again move around seeking her insatiable pussy and another release for her built up desire..."Ahh god,...no,no", whispers Amy to herself, pulling her hand away. Looking at the ceiling, she slowly caresses her tits with her hands, loving the feeling of her soft mounds. "No, not now god damn it, let's just get showered and relax" thinks Amy as she tries to ignore the want in her body. Pulling off the sheet and getting out of the bed, the cool wind wraps her body forming goosebumps all over her skin. Stepping into the shower, her mind is a wreck. Closing her eyes, images full of hot passionate fucking fill her mind. The shower takes away some of the tension, but her pussy still aches. Her mind again races with images of her sucking cock, riding a man cowboy, deep penetration; she was starting to wilt under the demands from her body. Sea Breeze Turning off the shower, she grabs a towel and starts to dry herself off. Glancing at herself in the mirror, with her chest heaving, she looks at herself fighting some surreal, internal battle. And then...... Amy's mind snaps. Her mouth softly parts, panting with uninhibited desire. Amy's body, after a night of torment and frustration has finally come to the fore, consuming Amy's normal, reserved demeanour. Her eyes now consumed with lust sweep over her reflection in the mirror. Taking off all her clothes, she grabs her two-piece black bikini. Tying the straps up on the two pieces, Amy gazes over herself in the mirror. Glancing at her reflection she looks at her bikini bottoms and grasping the strings, she pulls them tight, showing every crevice of her now wet, desiring pussy. Her tits are barely contained in the tight black top as her your sexy mounds spilling out the sides. The material peaks out as her hard nipples fight with the fabric, wanting to break free from their confines. Walking out the room her mouth is slightly parted, taking shallow breathes. Her body is dripping with deadly desire, and she now begins the hunt for her only prey......John. Stepping outside, Amy glances over to John in the distance finishing his morning walk, coming up the pathway from the beach. The rain steadily failing from the sky has soaked John in his shirt and shorts. Stepping barefoot down the back stairs Amy never takes her eyes off him. Completely consumed by her lust-filled brain she purposefully steps off the last step, one more closer to her source of desire and frustration. John, with a soppy shirt clinging to his solid frame approaches the house and is stopped in his tracks as he takes in the sight before him. With her hair clinging to her soft chest and nipples piercing her bikini, John cannot help himself but to look Amy up and down, over and over. Her smooth legs draw his gaze up to her slender waist as the strings of the bikini caress the side of her hips. Her smooth stomach looks hot and sexy as drops of water trickle down from her bikini top, where her soft tits are confined in her sexy outfit. John just cannot believe what he is seeing. "Is that the Amy girl from last night?" He thinks. "Holy shit, it is. Fucking hell! What the fuck is this?" John's mind yells as he takes in this newly created woman before him. With his mouth drying faster out faster than a toaster in summer, all remaining blood reserves immediately start transferring to his cock. Trying to re-discover the English language, John finally says "Ahh..Ah hi again, um Amy. Wow. Ah, how you going today?" The rain is soaking her bikini, her nipples have hardened with the cool breeze as she walks right up to John in the pouring rain. "I'm just out here, making myself ....wet." Replies Amy. "Did you sleep all right, John?" Asks Amy in a tone that was more of statement than a question. "Y,yeah" He replies, trying to measure up the situation. "I slept real good John, I slept fucking good..." Says Amy. Walking right up to him, she stands inches from his face. Her tits crush against his chest as he shimmers like a leaf from the touch, with his cock raging with desire. "Oh look, you're all dirty," she whispers as she runs her finger down his rain-soaked shirt. "Let's get you in the shower...John" she says lustfully. "Ahh...ohh...my goddd." are the only words that John can get out of his mouth. Turning from him to show her sexy, perfect bikini covered ass. The rain continues to tumble down into Amy's own little lust filled real life fantasy, as she purposefully walks in front of him, showing him her perfect ass in fluid motion. John's cock is rapidly getting harder as he is completely under her erotic spell, like a lost dog. Reaching the outside shower, Amy turns on the taps as the hot water cascades out. The feel of the hot water mixing with the fresh rain is exhilarating. Reaching out, Amy grabs the waistband of his trunks, pulling him into the warm spray. "I was getting lonely inside, and I never really got the chance to thank-you properly for all your ... hard work last night." Says Amy as she traces her finger up and down the smooth skin on his chest. "We could have had a great night last night John, but you left us. All three of us could have had a wonderful, fucking evening John." "Wha...wha..ah thr...three of us? But it ah, it was just you and I wasn't there?!?" Quizzes John. Moving her head in closer, Amy looks at him as she replies "No John, there was you, me........and my tight, wet, pussy." Tracing your finger up his leg, John's raging hard on is pressing hard against his shorts. Taking a short step back, John is suddenly backed up to the shower wall. He is completely at her mercy. Leaning right into him, Amy puts her arms around his neck. Pushing her chest out, her tits push into his smooth chest again. Quivering out a soft moan, John is overcome with pure lust. Clutching his leg with her fingertips, feeling him as she inches closer to his hard cock. "Do you think I should slow down, John? I don't want to...take advantage of you or anything." Says Amy in her raspy voice. John's eyes widen as he hears his corny line from last night again. "Oh, oh god" he says, turned on by this sexy vixen. "Amy will be fine..." And with that, she grasps her shimmering bikini top and in one steady motion, she rips it away. Her sexy, wet tits are in their full splendour, all for John to see. Dragging her entire body down the front of John, Amy snakes her hand into the waistband of his trunks. With a gasp, she slides them down as his now steel-like hard on roars to full life. " G,god you're, you're.." moans John in a panting, quivering voice. "..Going to fuck you, till my pussy sucks every drop of cum out of your delicious, hard cock" says Amy in her husky voice, cutting John off. Opening her mouth, Amy grabs John's cock with her hand, and holds it steady just in front of her face. There she saunters for a few seconds eye level with his cock, her tits in her other hand as the rain continues to cascade over their bodies. Sliding her tongue up and down his shaft, she slowly takes his full length into her hot, wet mouth. Delirious with pleasure John cries out "Amy! Oh Fuck! Amy, please, oh god. Oh fuck yes!" Moaning on his cock, her tongue swirls as she tastes her prize she had unknowingly been chasing since she arrived. She feels his cock in her mouth pulsating and throbbing. Like a wild animal released from its confines, his cock arches up into her mouth. Amy licks her tongue down the shaft, feeling every ridge of his cock. Using her lips, she forms a seal and deep-throats John as she feels the tip of his cock at the back of her throat. Reaching her hand up, she slowly massages his balls. She tilts her head up and finally looks John directly into his eyes. "Oh my fucking god!" Sighs John as Amy, still staring directly into him, sucks hard on his cock as she slowly pulls her mouth back up the full length of his aching member. As soon as she gets to the top she slides her mouth back down tasting the fresh pre-cum as it pours out of his cock. Licking all over his manhood, John rests his hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to go on, and on, and on. Amy was loving this! A side of her that had been buried for years had been re-born. Her mind was in conflict, as she had never seduced someone like this. Her body, now obsessed with giving and receiving pleasure, had been given a license to thrill!. Amy's new reborn body was ready. It was hungry. "H,Holy shit, ah, ah Amy, who are you? Where did you come from? I, I had no idea you were like this!!" Amy continues sucking on John's cock. Forming a sealing with her mouth, she takes him in further sliding the tip of his cock into her throat. Clamping down, she slowly pulls back, tracing her tongue along John's length, drawing his cock out of her hot mouth. Standing up, the hot water of the shower makes the air misty as it mixes with the chilled, rainy air. Amy's hair is slicked back, her nipples are rock hard and her pussy lips are swollen. She is an animal on heat! With her lips partly open, she runs one hand up to her soft tits, whilst the other slides down to her hot pussy. Rubbing herself, she keeps eye contact with John as she replies "Neither did I....John." It was now Amy's time. Time to get her reward. Time to take her prey. Leaning into John, her tits again press into his chest, ramming him hard against the shower wall. Reaching up she slides her arm around his neck. Lifting her leg up his side, Amy starts climbing up John's frame. Instinctively her grabs her soft ass underneath and enjoys the soft smooth skin of her sexy ass cheeks on his rough fingers. With both legs off the ground, wrapped around his waist, and arms around his neck, Amy holds onto John loving the feeling of his sexy frame between her legs. Straddling herself on John, Amy is free to leverage herself off John just on top of his throbbing cock. Amy brings her mouth to his and their tongues meet in a moment of un-inhibited passion. Gently, lowering herself, Amy can feel her hot pussy lips just on the tip of his cock. Whispering in his ear, Amy says "Hmm, John. Do you like this? Hmmm baby? Its nice being in control isn't it? You know, I could just slide this delicious wet pussy right down your gorgeous cock of yours, but.... ..I don't want to take advantage of you.." "P..please Amy" begs John. "Please, please fuck me!!" he cries, a man with his nerves on the edge, standing in the rain with the hot shower water sliding over them. His nerves are shot, and all rational thoughts still long gone. His cock is the only one doing the thinking and it's now oh so close to finding its home. "Mmmm such nice manners baby." Amy replies. Letting her weight down, she slowly lowers herself. Her engorged pussy lips finally touch the tip of his raging cock. The heat radiating from her pussy is incredible as John feels his cock slowly consumed by her heavily love hole. "Oh fucking god, oh fucking god, ah ah ah " he cries out. Amy, breathing hard into his ear, runs her tongue along his lob and moans to John "Hmm remember John, I'm not god, I'm Amy.....baby.." Pulling her head back, she brings her mouth to his, tasting the salt on each others lips, she snakes her tongue around his as they entwine to start their own wet fun. Lifting her hips, Amy pulls her pussy almost completely off the top of his cock, waiting, as John, with hands on her ass, desperately trying to thrust back up into her finally realizes he is completely under her control and at her mercy. He is desperate to get his cock buried up into her pussy again. Holding it there, Amy waits, she so desperately wants to give in and devour his cock with each second she waits seemingly like bordering on the edge of eternity. Grabbing the back of his head, Amy speaks with assertive authority to her cadet "Now baby...I'm going to slide this pussy down your cock....now let's fuck." Slamming her pussy down, she feels his hands gripping onto her ass for dear life! Her hard nipples rub against his chest, sending wild sensations through her body. The pleasure is gripping as she uses his cock to fuck her way through this fantasy turned reality! Feeling his cock fill up her pussy, she grinds herself down on him. Tilting and twisting herself, she pulls up and then come down to fuck him again. His cock feels red hot as it throbs inside her. As her silky thighs press into John, she brings herself up then grinds her way back down his cock. Again, she brings her pussy up and straight back down making adjustments as she eventually gets into her rhythm. She can feel her hot pussy juices coating his cock and running down her leg before being washed away by the hot shower water. Both of them pulling and fucking each other, savouring each thrust as it brings them closer to a mind-blowing orgasm. John puts everything into each thrust as he feels her pussy walls massage his cock with each motion, inviting him to fuck her deeper, to fuck her harder. Still holding her ass, John closes his eyes as his senses go into overload. The soft ass checks moulded into his hands, her gorgeous tits sliding up and down his chest, her sexy mouth sealed against his as their tongues dance with each other. Then finally the feeling of his cock, exposed to the outside air mix of hot water and cold rain, only to be slowly consumed by this tight, wet pussy feeding on his cock, willing it to fill it deeper and suck the cum right out of his churning balls. With eyes clenched shut in pre-orgasmic bliss, John starts moaning, using his hands to pull her down, willing his cock to plough deeper into her pussy, desperate to fill every possible inch of it. John starts to loose control as he feels a gigantic orgasm ready to explode out of his throbbing balls. Turning her around he presses her up on the shower wall pinning her there. Digging her nails into his back, Amy knows she is in complete control, both physically and mentally. She embarks on her final assault of her friendliest ever neighbour, no matter how temporary the situation is. With her sandwiched between John's cock and the shower wall, Amy gives herself to John as his cock ploughs into her pussy, again and again. Running on pure lust driven actions and reactions, Amy opens her legs wider accommodation more of John's cock into her as her aggressively fucks her hard against the wall. Lifting her ass as it slides on the cool shower tiles into the air, Amy slams her pussy back down his cock, immediately bringing it back up only to be followed by another thrust as her pussy again swallows his cock, again and again. Setting into her final rhythm, Amy is relentlessly fucked by John against the wall, or was she fucking him. Neither of them cared at this point in time as their bodies slithered up and down with the shower water. Holding onto each other, using each other's body for pure fucking and pleasure, Amy approaches to the point of no return. Screaming out with the hot water spraying over them she lets John fuck her over and over, both bordering on the precipice. Amy cries out "Yes, yes, fucking yes you fucking stud! Ah, ah ah you fucking left me last night! Now I'm getting what's mine!! I earned this baby! Yes fucking fuck me John! Yes that's it, yes baby fuck me yes!! Yes! I can feel that hot cock of yours filling me up!! This is so fucking hot! Feel my pussy as it sucks the cum right out of your balls!! yes yes! That's right you bastard, give me your fucking cum, feed my hungry, little pussy. Give me your hot cum, give it to me, Come on John fuck my tight pussy and fill me up with that hot cum of yours now! Fuck yes!! Fuck yesss!! Fuck yesss!! Fuck yesssss!! Fuck yessssssss!!" Like a clap of thunder, John's cock finally succumbs to the greatest fuck of his life! John's cock is completely defenceless as her tight pussy starts feeding off him. His legs rapidly shake as he struggles to hold on to Amy as her non-stop relentless assault continues. Now beyond any thought or control of his body, John with one final cry feels the release of his hot cum pulsating out of his cock only to be devoured by Amy's cum-deprived pussy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" moans John over and over as his cocks cums over and over with her pussy sucking his balls dry. Amy's pussy clamps down hard as she fucks him as if it's her last orgasm in her life! Throwing her head back, she screams out into the steady rain "Fucking yes, yes! John Fucking Cumming! You fucking tease! Yes yes fuck yes!!! With her pussy exploding all over his cock, it pulverises it over and over. It's more than John will ever be able to take again. Desperate to keep the sensation going, John keeps thrusting into her with little result. He is drained and exhausted, his body slowly denying him that feeling of silky heaven that is Amy's glorious pussy. "Oh god, oh Ah, Ah, Amy!!!" With his diminished strength, John slowly slumps to the floor with Amy still on top of him. They both lay there, panting under the warm shower spray. Nothing is said is they are motionless in the orgasmic bliss. Both minds are lost in an erotic heaven. With her chest heaving, and short gasps for air, Amy lays there in John's arms as his spent cock slowly slips out of her pussy. Closing his eyes John tries to compose himself as he reaches down as once again plays with her nipples between his fingers. Amy lays there panting and also closes her eyes, moaning as Johns fingers once again work their magic on her hard nipples. Completely satisfied, taking in the moments to catch their breath, Amy and John lay on the shower floor holding and playing with each other. Looking out they see the rain has slowed down and just on the horizon the clouds part slowly as the sunlight pieces through. Indeed this weekend is going to be fucking sensational! Looking into his eyes, Amy reaches down to grab his hand and uses it to squeeze her unbelievable tits. "You know John" says Amy "...I think you should cum again....." as she rubs his hand all over her tits. "Ahhh, yes, yes Amy I can. I can come again, god please yes I can cum again." Reaching down, Amy firmly grasps John's already hardening cock. She slowly starts jacking him off as she sees his cock coming back to life. Lifting her self up, she crawls into John's lap, straddling him. Grabbing his cock, she lines it up with her pussy, ready to feast on his magnificent cock once more. ..."Oh yes" Says Amy "You will defiantly be cumming again over to my place tonight. But I'm not in the mood for some dinner. I think we will skip straight to desert..." With that, Amy pushes her hips and sliding her insatiable pussy down, she once again fills herself with newly found weekend fuck toy.... "Oh fuck yes!!!" Cries out John as the sounds of their next aggressive fuck session echo out into the sea breeze...... Sea Breeze, Free Me Even after two years, Mallon could still feel the sting of realizing that she had lost her husband's interest. The marriage didn't last long after that day. His attention had been captured by another, and with the kids out of the house, there was no reason in his mind to stick around. She had been mother and devoted wife for 23 years to the only man she had known. How could it have been so easy for him to abandon her? She had done most of what he asked of her. She stayed fit, exercising daily to shave years off her 40 year-old figure. She gave her body to him every Saturday night and many Tuesdays and Wednesdays too. She had gone down on him, pretending to enjoy it, even swallowing just to give him pleasure. Yet the same love and attention had never been returned to her. She felt that she was somehow undeserving, and so she tried even harder to be a pleaser. She had grown to believe that orgasms were the god's gift to men and not something that was intended for ladies. She didn't believe what she heard or read on the topic and considered the big O a myth that was propagated by the same people that sold health and beauty products. The one time that she had come close was from a well-placed jet in a Jacuzzi bathtub when they had stolen away for the weekend. But he had managed to take that one away when he walked into the room to use the toilet. She had left that all behind when she sold the house and everything that she couldn't pack into the car and moved to the coast, taking her share of the divorce settlement. She looked forward to a new life, away from the memories of a small Midwest town. It felt good to shed the prying eyes of the local gossips and vultures, single and married alike. She was once again a carefree Mallon, free from the chains of that small town; looking for adventure not a husband. The morning sun shown brightly into the bedroom and a slight breeze ruffled the curtains, bringing in the fresh sea air. The soft rhythmic breathing and the rustling of the sheets beside gave her a warm feeling inside. Beside her was the partner who had helped free her of the myth, to help her release the last of the chains that had bound her for so many years. She rolled out of bed, her nipples stiffening from the coolness of the breeze. Mallon went into the bathroom and admired her shape in the mirror before she sat. The years of hard work had paid off, she loved the way that she looked. Her pale white skin set off a lovely contrast against her red hair. Her green eyes further betrayed her Scotch-Irish heritage. Her breasts were small, too small for many men's tastes, but they still sat where they had when she was in her teens. Best of all, her 5'10" frame made her look even slimmer than she really was. She slipped on her robe and slipped from the bedroom. She poured a glass of orange juice as she walked through the kitchen. The warm sunlight greeted her smile when she stepped onto the deck. The breeze ran down the beach, carrying the scent of the sea and passing through her hair and beneath her robe. The feeling of the breeze was quite sensual, passing through her still damp pubic hair. She sat in the sunlight, enjoying the sun's warmth on her skin, the fresh breeze, and the spectacular view. A soft voice carried over the breeze, "morning mal." Mallon turned and kissed Jen when she leaned toward her, her hand brushing along Jen's bare thigh. Mallon whispered, "Good morning lover, sleep well?" She felt her heart swell, with lusty feeling building in her tummy. "After you wore me out last night, how could I not sleep!" said Jen with a sly smile. Mallon admired Jen's long, tanned legs when she bent over to tie her running shoes. Her legs disappeared into brief pink shorts that barely covered her firm ass, exposing the velvet folds between her legs. "Ok, I'm off, I'll be back in an hour or so." Jen blew her a kiss and strode over the sand toward the water. Mallon watched her jog until she was lost in the morning haze. Mallon stepped through the door into the kitchen and off to the bathroom. She decided that she would freshen up while Jen was on her jog. She adjusted the water temperature until it was just right. She pickup up her razor and cream and slid into the tub. She lathered up her leg and removed the cream with the razor. Using slow long strokes, she admired her taunt legs and soft brown skin. Then she did the other leg. After she finished, she sat soaking in the tub, watching the water tickle her feet. The tingling sensation of the gently flowing water gave her an idea. She slid her hips up the tub toward the spout. The water ran down the inside of her thigh, the sensation made her pull back slightly, then she adjusted herself and raised her venus mound, letting the water trickle over her lips. The warm water loosened her velvet folds, still she used her fingers to part them slightly, so that the trickle entered her slit. She moved her hips up and down, directing the trickle to different sensitive spots. Finally, she raised her hips higher, directing the stream to her clit. The circling steam set off tingles that ran through her stomach up to her nipples. The muscles inside her tightened, then she felt waves ripple through her body as she exploded in orgasm. She lay back in the warm water, panting and feeling disjoint from this world. Her eyes were closed and she listened to the water trickling into her bath. As her energy subsided, she relaxed and entered into thoughts of the woman, who just a couple of years earlier was bound by a love that wasn't satisfying. Yet, she was happy, thinking that she was doing exactly as a woman should do. Was she really happy or naïve?