3 comments/ 15368 views/ 0 favorites The Beach Ch. 01 By: Katja-Gianna Samantha walked down the way to the beach. It was her second week on this island and she really enjoyed the peaceful and relaxed way of life the people had. No rushing, no phone ringing and no annoying traffic jams. There was just one thing she was missing, a person to share this luxury with. She was the owner of a growing catering service and this was her first holiday for 3 years. She was very proud of what she had achieved. She was single, 31 years old and knew how to enjoy life when she wasn't working. Her business was growing and she had a nice bank account. She kicked off her shoes as the small path ended and walked through the sand over to her reserved sun bed and umbrella. Taking off her sarong, she looked around. The towel was fast put on the sun bed and her long hair tied in a knot on top of her head. The sand was warm under her feet as she walked to the water. It was still early and she was alone at the private beach of her hotel resort. Only one of the hotel employees was about 50 meters down the beach, repairing a motorboat. She walked into the water, till it reached her hips, diving into the refreshing sea. Breaking through the surface a few meters away, she started to swim in slow strong strokes. Her slim body was shimmering in the crystal clear water. She was a very good swimmer and went swimming every day, if possible. She enjoyed water more than anything else, and the smooth feeling of water running over her skin. Her obsession for water led her to sometimes shower for one hour, just letting the warm water run down her body, feeling the wetness caressing her skin, like a lovers hands. After 30 minutes she swam back to the beach, a bit breathless, but happy, and laid down on her sun bed. She let her hair down and closed her eyes. The soft breeze and the sun dried her skin and hair fast. After a while she sat up and started to rub sun blocker on her skin; her long legs first and in long slow strokes, she rubbed the sun milk on her tanned skin. Then her arms and her shoulders, not forgetting her chest, or leaving out her bikini top covered full breasts and her flat tummy. She couldn't reach her back properly, but she tried her best. She moved the sun bed into the shadow and lay down on her belly. Closing her eyes she slowly drifted away. A soft touch made her frown, she was too lazy to open her eyes, but she could feel a hand on her back, rubbing in some sun milk. She smiled and thought it must have been one of the beach boys who saw her a few minutes ago. She mumbled "Thank you" and just lay there relaxing under the knowing hands. They seemed to find every knot in her tense muscles and rubbed it out. When she felt that the strings of her top were loosened she didn't protest, it felt too good to say no. The hands moved from her shoulders to her arms and back again, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel them on her hips now; they moved down one thigh and massaged her calf and her foot and the same way up the other leg. First the foot, then her calf, caressing the sensitive spot in the back of her knee. Samantha started to get aroused and her breath became faster now. As the hands moved over her thigh, she spread her legs, just a little more. He must have felt her action, because he didn't disappoint her. His fingers brushed over her clothed pussy and she moaned softly at the gentle touch, but it was gone as fast as it came. She wanted to say something, but decided to wait and see what else would happen. He hasn't spoken a word, but his hands said more than a thousand words could anyway. He put one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip and slowly turned her on her back. Samantha kept her eyes closed; she didn't want to know who this sensual man was, not yet. His hands started with her arms and shoulders again, moving down her sides and over her tummy. She hadn't notice, that her bikini top had gone and her full breasts were in full sight and in reach of his hands. She gasped as he cupped her breasts, catching her already erect nipples between two fingers, rubbing and pinching them softly. Another soft moan escaped her lips, as she grabbed the bath towel. Her body was hot and aching for more than just his touch. She wanted more than just to feel his hands on her smooth skin. She wanted to feel him inside her, she wanted him to part her pussy lips and find out how wet she was. She wanted....she wanted him to bury his big hard cock in her...she wanted him so badly. Frustrated she groaned as his hands left her body. Samantha wanted to protest as she felt how he hooked his fingers into her bikini panty, pulling it down slowly. She lifted her hips to make it easier for him. Not wasting a single thought that someone could see her. Feeling the warm breeze on her skin and on her wet pussy lips. He laid his hand on her pussy, caressing the soft skin and as if it was a secret password she parted her legs, and with them her pussy lips parted too, showing him the wet and deep red inside. Her clit was hard and waiting to be touched by him. With his knowing fingers he slid up and down her whole pussy, teasing her to the maximum, never touching her clit, just massaging the swollen lips, while his other hand caressed her breast and teased her nipples. As her love juices had moistened his fingers, he slowly inserted one finger into her pussy. She moaned and arched her back, as she felt his finger intrude her aching pussy. Samantha licked over her lips, wanting more than just this one finger and again he fulfilled her wish and inserted a second one. He had slowly started to move them in and out. Finger fucking her gently, he increased his speed as he added a third one. She pushed her hips against his hand, taking his fingers as deep as possible. Finally his thumb found her clit and started to rub it as he moved his hand faster and faster. Moaning and moving her hips frantically she reached her first climax. Her body was shaking wildly as her juices floated over his still moving fingers, clenching them with her twitching pussy walls. Breathless she laid on the sun bed, feeling how he slowly removed his fingers from her pussy. As her breath slowed down, she wanted to see who this man was, but as she opened her eyes, she was alone. The only sign, that she hadn't just dreamed all of it, were footsteps in the sand beside her sun bed. She didn't bother to put back on her bikini, as she walked down to the water with weak knees, still wondering who this mysterious man was, who pleasured her so well. She was wondering if he would come back. ********** Thanks to fyrstar for editing my story. The Beach Ch. 01 It is a very small island; no more than 500 feet long by 200 feet across. It has a small very private cabin (with all the modern amenities since both water and power are fed by underwater conduit from the mail island). We rented this small Caribbean paradise as a getaway to ourselves. The island has neither name nor visitors. It is part of a resort made up of a large main island with an airport and more than 2 dozen very expensive private little islands like ours for rent or lease. We have taken ours for a week. The total island is covered with lush vegetation with lots of beautifully coloured tropical birds and butterflies. There is a hidden cove and beach facing out to sea away form the sight of all the other atolls that make up this exclusive getaway. At the head of the beach - about 65 feet from the lapping surf, is our own little paradise. It is a two room little hut built on stilts (very solid in case of high tides) with a ramp we can pull up at night to close off the door for privacy. The roof outside is thatched although inside it is warm glowing light wood panels. The electric fans slowly turn overhead moving the balmy air slowly about us as we unpack our small bags. We didn't bring much except traveling clothes since we plan on spending much of the private time nude and very busy in each other's arms. We check the full sized fridge and find both it and the cupboards fully stocked by the resort as expected. Nothing for us to do but enjoy! As we turn towards each other, we slowly take of our traveling clothes with our eyes never leaving the other. God, my darling, you are such a goddess standing there before me! You shining free blown hair circles that loving face and the azure blue of your eyes feel like they are burning every inch of my exposed skin. As you watch me - and I rake my eyes slowly over the beauty before me (the woman who is my loving bride - yes, even after all this time, it is as if we just wed!) - I feel as if I am on fire with passion. My cock, already as hard as it can get, is pouring forth precum onto the reed mat covered floor. I reach out my arms for you and you walk slowly into them with your Mona Lisa smile lighting up the shadowy room. As I feel the first brush of your erect nipples across my chest, the air leaves my lungs in a gasp of arousal. Your arms reach up to encircle my neck and you lift one leg into my waiting hand. As I pull that slender limb higher, you warm moist core slides over my cock, leaving behind a trail of your own flowing juices! The heat we generate together is almost all consuming. It so almost unbelievable that after all this time, we are so in tune with each others feelings! Even without touching each other, just the whisper touch of our bodies sends almost orgasmic waves throughout us. Amazing and unbelievable! Your soft hands slowly reach between our bodies and wrap around the tip of my cock sending shivers of anticipation of what's to come throughout my body. I lift your leg out to the side to allow you greater access to my already super sensitized organ. You don't allow the moment to slip by and moving my cock to the entrance of your warm inviting pussy, slip just the head inside you. Balancing on one foot with your arms around my neck, you lever yourself until I feel the silken warmth of your cunt walls surround half of my cock. I drop my hands to cup your buttocks and lift you slightly off the floor until you are poised on tip toe and I can control the penetration. Spreading my legs slightly for stability – and with the effect of opening your pussy even wider to accept me – I lower you by your weight until you squeal with pleasure as my pubes meet your shaven mons. With a command from me and an assist by my hands which are still gripping your firm ass cheeks, you leap upwards to wrap your legs around my waist. Your arms are tightly wound around my neck and legs around my waist as you nuzzle the crook of my neck with your mouth. I can feel the sharp intake of your breath as I walk us slowly towards the doorway onto the porch overlooking the beach. With each step, my cock jars erotically against your cervix eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep in your throat. Our private beach is deserted – except for the inflatable Zodiac which we used to land from the boat that delivered us – and the sum is starting its descent into the darkening pool of the sea. There is a wide railing surrounding the porch and I rest your ass on top of it to relieve my arms of even your light weight. I'm not as young as I would like to me so I know my limits. However, your legs and arms remain wrapped around me as I start to slowly stroke your steaming pussy with my very needy cock. I have awaited this vacation and our absolute privacy for so long and I want to make our first lovemaking special. As I slowly sink my 7" all the way into you, you throw your head back and cry out to the emptiness surrounding us, "Please, my darling! Love me now!" You start to hump and grind your hips as your spread legs expose your clit and inner folds to my hard pubic bone thus creating a swelling of those sensitive organs. As I pump my cock harder and faster inside you – going as deep as I can on each stroke – the speed of your gyrations continues to grow until we are on the verge of falling off the rail. Just in time, we explode simultaneously in a blinding orgasm as the sun dips below the horizon and the first stars of our first night appear high above our secret paradise. With the week ahead of us, there are so many adventures and so much lovemaking ahead. I love you so very much, my darling wife! The Beach Ch. 01 The sun beats down on your back as you lay on the warm sand in nothing but your bikini bottoms. A slight perspiration covers your skin as you sigh slightly, your eyes close. Your body moves slightly and you smile, the mound of sand under your pussy serving its purpose to slightly stimulate you every time you wish it to. You're by no means close to an orgasm, but the pleasure is enough to keep you lay quietly enjoying the sun. I spot you as I walk by, my eyes following every curve in your body. You are mid-twenties, with a body that is perfect to look at. I notice you moving your pelvic region, and smile slightly at the thought of what you may be doing. A slight bulge moves in my shorts, and you glance up slightly just in time to see me hardening at the thought of you. You smile and nod to the empty sand next to you, a clear indication that you want me to sit down next to you. I cannot help myself but head on over, and sit down next to you. Up close your body looks even more perfect, slightly tanned, and athletically slimmed, I picture it lying next to me in white linen sheets, perspiration covering your freshly sexed body. Smiling to myself I return to reality, dismissing it as fantasy that will not happen. You nod to your Sun Cream. No words are said, but I know what you want, and I slowly nod back, not wanting to appear too eager. I cup some of it in my hands, and rub it lightly together so it is warmed before applying my hands to your back. You arch slightly, obviously the cream wasn't as warm as I intended, but a murmur emits from your mouth and you close your eyes. Slowly you feel me rub your back, and you feel yourself wanting me and feeling wet because of it. You imagine getting back to your room and thoroughly satisfying yourself, yet you don't think it will quite be enough. Slowly my hands start drifting down the side of your back, and you moan slightly as they move up from your hips, lightly touching the side of your breasts. You feel yourself involuntarily lifting up slightly, and my hands move forward slightly more, each time touching just a little more of your perfect breasts. You rub yourself on the mound again, it hitting your now wet bottoms in the right place for stimulation, making you groan slightly more. Suddenly you are aware that I am leaning on you, and you can feel my hardness against your body, screaming to enter you and fill you completely. My hand move down now, slowly round the front of your legs, touching against your inner thighs, again each time further and further around. Realizing where they are heading, you lift off the mound and gasp as my hands slip underneath your bottoms, touching where you shaved that morning ever so slightly. Further and further they go in, and you bite your lip with pleasure as I flick your clitoris gently with my forefinger. You look around at me, lust filling your eyes. Slowly the desire to have me becomes too much and you turn onto your side so I can se the full extent of your gorgeous body. A smile is all it takes for me to get the message, and I move in and passionately kiss you on the lips. Your hands grasp around behind me, and slowly move up and down my back, over my sides as you desire to have me becomes even greater. My hands are still touching you, but now my other hand is gently caressing your breasts, my finger tracing around your nipples enough to make you shudder. Between that and my other hand, which is now gently entering you in deep, long strokes, you feel yourself coming close to orgasm. Again you become very aware of my penis bulging from my shorts, and you run a hand around my front and delve down into my shorts. A slight look of surprise takes your face as you feel my uncircumcised manhood, and start stroking it from tip to base. You want to see him, to kiss him, and vow to take every last inch of him into your mouth before allowing me to fuck you. The thought of this tips you over the edge, and for a moment you stroke harder and faster as your body trembles with orgasm. It has been building for some time now, as you have been continually playing with yourself in some shape or form, and when it comes you feel like an almighty pressure has been released from your body, and almost scream. Over and over your body bucks as wave after wave of this fantastic orgasm comes, and before you know it you are thrashing about in the sand and I am kissing you all over your body, my lips and tongue snaking around your breasts and moving down to your shaven pussy. Your hands now move to the back of my head, and you apply pressure to ensure that I do not stop. You have not stopped coming by the time I reach your panties, and I slip them down quickly before delving in-between your legs and flicking your clitoris with my tongue. My fingers are still entering you, furious now, and you feel your second orgasm coming as I work my mouth around your wet pussy, your hands still behind my head. Your second orgasm in as many minutes takes your mind away to other places. The whole world seems to lurch as your body ebbs with the height's touched by this, and you feel disorientated and lost. Looking down you can see I am now slowly making my way back up your body, smiling at your moans at every kiss. Your body seems pinpricked, and you feel as though every hair on it is stood on end awaiting my lips. I have already pulled your bikini bottoms up, and you gasp at the thought that moments ago I was buried deep in there, in the midst of this typically busy beach. Looking around, you see a few wide eyes, but no one seems to be coming over to say anything. Thinking quick, you decide to take this party of two elsewhere, and reach into your handbag to write down your address. As you start to write, I pull your hands away, taking your lipstick pen and pad, and instead write down the name of a place and a time. Sealing it with a kiss (and a quick stroke down your back and across your bottom you notice) I stand up, and walk off. Still visibly aroused, you smile in wonder as I stroll off oblivious to the stares I am getting. Looking down at the piece of paper you see the address for a restaurant in town. You know the place, the menu more expensive than you care to notice, and the rooms famed for their luxurious four-poster beds and coastal verandah's (complete with mandatory hot tub, of course). You smile at the thought, and decide you had best get home to get yourself ready for the date. Standing back up, now fully clothed again, you start thinking of what to wear. Seems you now have a use for that Little Black Dress you recently bought, and maybe not much more. (To be continued...) The Beach Ch. 01 One summer you decide to go on holiday with a group of friends, but they end up drinking and partying their way through the week in Greece. You decide to take a break from them and set out on a pedalo to a nearby island. It is hot, sunny... an amazing day. When you arrive to the deserted island you walk around exploring the ruins of ancient Greece before deciding to sun bathe on the beach. You are wearing a small white bikini with tie-up bottoms, but knowing no one is around you take off your top and lay on the beach, falling asleep. You awake some time later, very hot from the sun, and go into the sea for a swim, leaving your bikini top and towel on the beach. You swim around the a small headland to a secluded little beach, taking a rest before swimming back. Upon your return you notice your towel has been disturbed and your bikini top has gone. You look around to see if anyone is there, even calling out "hello" "hello". No answer. You think that an animal must have taken it, and get back to sun bathing. Laying on your front facing the sand... tired from your swim falling asleep again... You wake to the feel of hands on you, massaging your shoulders, you try to turn around but a voice tells you not to and just relax... "I am putting sun cream to you" the man says. You ask him how he got here... "I swam here earlier" he replies... you feel the strength in his hands, but also softness as he gently massages cream into your beautiful soft skin. His hands gently explore your torso, applying cream and down over your bottom to your legs... This feels amazing you say... "good, I am Paul", "and you?" you tell him your name and allow him to continue massaging your thighs working down past your knees and back up again, slowly caressing your skin. You begin to feel yourself getting turned on, gently moaning to every stroke by his hands... he knows you are enjoying this and continues, moving his hands over your soft thighs. Working his way between your legs, gently brushing his fingers against the material of your bikini bottoms. Feeling his fingers, you open your legs a little more to show him you like what he just did... he sees this and begins to glide his fingers over your pussy gently working your clit through the material. You begin to moan softly "mmmm yes" your eyes closed still facing away from him, not knowing what he looks like adds to the fantasy in your head, getting wetter and wetter you begin moving your hips to his fingers. He then unties the tassels on the bikini baring your bottom and removing them altogether, your pussy lips wet and glistening in the sun, he slides two fingers gently over your moist lips before slowly sliding them into you, deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hand, but still gently. Moaning more and more you can't take it anymore you need to see him... Turning over you open your eyes and see a tall dark haired man, slightly tanned and completely naked, his cock hard and thick... you reach out and slide your hand over the end of his hard cock, beginning to massage it as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, getting faster and faster, working you into a frenzy, you want his cock inside you but you love his fingers fucking you... panting and moaning you push back on his fingers more and more as you quickly slide your hand up and down his shaft, you are close to orgasm... releasing his cock you lie back, opening your legs wide as he finger-fucks you to orgasm... coming all over his fingers, moaning loudly... echo's from the cliffs you can hear yourself cum. Laying back as you enjoying the feeling, he takes out his fingers and you sit up... slowly licking your juices from his hand. "I want to fuck you now" he says... you shake your head and after you lick his fingers clean begin kissing his body down to his hard cock... slowly taking it into your mouth licking and kissing his shaft all over... down to his balls and sucking hard on each as your hand begins to work his cock. You tongue licking back up his hard thick shaft, you take his cock into your mouth, beginning to slowly suck and slide it into your mouth, pulsating and already about to explode, you tease him with your mouth, sucking and stopping, making him thrust it into your mouth, fucking your mouth... you respond by sucking hard and harder still until he quickly explodes, not being able to control himself from cumming down your throat, taking out his cock as cum drips from your mouth, you take your finger and feed his cum back into your mouth before swallowing. The man says "see you around" and runs into the sea, swimming away. You lay back on the beach and gently caress your naked body, still extremely horny, your fingers begin working your clit and lips, slowly then fucking yourself to a quick orgasm before falling asleep... Waking up, you imagine if you will ever see this man again... who knows. The Beach Ch. 02 Author's Note: Thanks once again to Pearl for her editing. Thanks to Sus for his support. This is a second chapter and continues the budding relationship between a younger woman and an older guy. It starts out a little slow but heats up. When I awoke she was sleeping next to me her mouth slightly agape, her hair a tangled mess over her face, her naked body warm beneath the covers. The picture child of comfort, hidden beauty and for some reason I couldn’t quite figure out, of trust. I wondered how she could be so disheveled but still look so appealing, with that country beauty I find so alluring. I slid slowly and quietly from under the arm draped over me, grabbed a pair of boxers and padded silently down the hall to the kitchen. I needed three things in the worst way, to get that foul taste, and the resulting breath, out of my mouth, to relieve my screaming bladder, and I needed coffee, not necessarily in that order. Life does not begin for me until after I’ve had at least one cup of coffee and of course I was slightly distracted the preceding night and hadn’t set the automatic pot. As quietly as I could, I got the fixins’ out and started the pot, staring out of the floor-to-ceiling window, out over the bay, at the rising sun. She had worn me out to the point that I figured I wouldn’t have woken until well after noon, but here I was, sitting quietly. As my mind replayed the previous night, all the sensations, the emotions, the vulnerabilities and self doubts that I always seem to wake up with flaring before my eyes, I heard a soft sound in the hallway. Not quite a noise, more like a soft rustle and turned to find her standing there, leaning against the door frame. She had her arms folded over her chest with one leg bent a little so the ankle kind of tucks behind the other leg, I find that it highlights the calf, a weakness of mine. She had grabbed one of my shirts, a white one with little maroon pinstripes that you could barely see, and it barely but effectively reached the top of her thighs. The look on her face showed self-doubt and concern, her little pixie nose slightly crinkled, her brow slightly furrowed. “Are you ok?” she whispered quietly “of course” I tried to respond with the happiness that I felt but only managed a croak. “feeling guilty?” “No! are you?” my voice finally starting to work at the exactly wrong time. I was horrified that it came out almost as a shout. Shit, this wasn’t going well. Her head fell, following her gaze as her eyes seemed to focus on the individual tiles of the kitchen floor. “no…” almost a whisper. I felt as if I had kicked a puppy, smashed my car, and bumped my head on the corner of the cabinet door that I knew I should’ve closed when I opened it. That combination of anger, at myself, for knowing better but still fucking up by the numbers. It seems to me when the situation calls for me to be silent is when I talk the most. I needed to say something brilliant, witty and caring to rescue this situation. “Want some coffee?” I slid the chair back as I started to the coffee pot but as I neared her I just couldn’t help myself. I slid my arms up her back, slowly and tenderly laid my head on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “you are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all day” and as I hugged her tighter her hands slid up my back and she sighed into my neck, little butterfly kisses trailing down my neck to my shoulder. “Kiss me,” she whispered. “I’m pretty sure you don’t want to do that yet sweetheart” was my reply, thinking of my toothbrush lying in wait and the cotton flavor of my mouth. I pulled back and looked at her my smile dying on my lips. Her eyes were full of water, her bottom lip starting to quiver. “hey, hey” I whispered, “what’s wrong?” and I softly pushed her hair from her face so I could look her in the eye. She just shook her head in response. “Come on babydoll, what’s wrong?” well of course I knew what was wrong, I’m a fucking idiot is what’s wrong. I softly kissed her cheek, her nose and when her head turned, yes I kissed her. On the lips and I realized yet another unfairness of life. Women wake up smelling wonderful, with fresh breath and complete alertness. Men? Well, we don’t stand a chance. I’d love to tell you that she melted in my arms and we had wild sex right there on the floor but truth be told, the kiss was a little strained. I pulled back and walked to the counter pulling two cups out and pouring coffee for both of us. Walked to the fridge, pulled the cream out and opened the cupboard where the sugar is stored in an old peanut butter jar, to fight the moisture at the beach that makes everything clump. I put my normal, intense amount of sugar, and just a twitch of cream in my cup and turned to face her. She was staring out the window at the sunrise. The sun had not fully cleared the horizon yet and the both the water and the clouds were tinged with the red/orange color of the new sun. The reeds on the opposite shore breaking up the normally white sands, the darker shades of the water, a streaking trail behind a mother duck and her chicks. I watched the reflection of the sun in her eyes. “yep, definitely the most beautiful thing I’ve seen today…” I whispered quietly in the almost silent room. A smile started slowly at the corners of her mouth and grew as the realization of what I was trying to tell her finally clicked up there somewhere. Almost instantly everything seemed ok again. “I’m uhh… Going to go brush my teeth” I said in response to the almost sharp pain I was feeling in my yet to be voided bladder and walked out of the room. When I came back to the breakfast room she was seated at the table her coffee sitting in front of her with a single wisp of steam rising to disappear in the glare of the strengthening sun, staring off into the distance. “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked. “I was just thinking that I want to have fun with you so badly, I want you to enjoy our time together…” she said without looking at me once. “maybe I’m … Maybe I’m trying too hard…” “well, last night was surely a hell of a lot of fun!” I said and I knew my eyes had to be twinkling. “you enjoyed that did you?” she asked with that mysterious woman smile returning to her face, you know the one, where you think she’s laughing with you not at you but you’re really not totally sure type of smile. “That was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had with or without clothes on” I said laughing, warming to any smile I could get from her. I realized I had totally lost control of this situation. I had originally thought I could stay in control. I was confident, I had a plan, couldn’t remember for the life of me what the fuck it was, but dammit, I did! I had a plan yesterday anyway. I walked up behind her and kissed the top of her head. “What do you want to do today?” I asked her, “wanna to go to the beach?” I asked lightly. Her hands came up to grab mine at her shoulders, pulling on them gently, holding me, keeping me close to her. “Can we stay here awhile?” she asked looking at me with that childish expression all women can turn on and turn off, the look that there is absolutely no defense for. “Sure! We can waterski, or just take a ride for a while, whatever you want. I have some odds and ends I have to get done this weekend but they’ll only take me an hour or two.” Thinking about the minor painting I had to get done, the window screens that needed to be cleaned. I always seem to have a list of shit I have to get done. Perhaps its my workaholic nature, my uncontrollable desire for order in my mostly out of control life. “You wanna help? Or just relax in the hot tub?” “ooh! You have a hot tub too? I’d love to relax in the hot tub a while, will you join me?” she asked excitedly. “I’ve gotta paint the front door jamb and the eave behind the hot tub room so once I’m done that I’ll join you… I’ll be 40 minutes, an hour tops, I promise. It’ll probably take the tub an half hour to warm up anyway, let me get it started for you.” We walked to the hot tub room “wow!” she said as we walked in. “That is gorgeous” she said pointing out of the floor to ceiling windows looking out over the bay. “I’ll be back in a little while sweets” I said as the tub made its starting noises and I walked out to start the painting. Fuck I hate to paint! I hate the smell, I hate the fact that the paint is attracted to my hands and clothes like a 16 year old boy is to a playboy centerfold, I hate having to paint with the grain of the wood and how the fuck do you know how the grain goes when the wood’s covered with paint anyway. The front door done I started on the eave of the hot tub room. I looked through the semi steamy windows as I slathered the paint. No finesse in painting, just slap it on. I could see Cathy through the window, lying back, bubbles rushing around her. She seemed so content lying there head back, eyes closed. The only part of her bikini that was visible were the strings wrapped around the back of her neck. The string brought attention to her slim long neck and her fine featured shoulders, the rise of her breasts disappeared into the bubbling water. I looked at the paint brush in my hands, thought ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ and climbed down off the ladder. I’ve always known that my priorities are slightly fucked up but I never knew that they were this fucked up! She looked up as I walked in the hot tub room, and slid into the tub. I leaned over and kissed her gently, much more comfortable and natural this time, as I sat next to her. The water was warm but not hot, comfortable enough that you could almost sit in the tub forever without getting either cold or too hot. I wondered how she found that temperature as it had always been an achievement to which I aspired but was never able to obtain. “feel good?” I asked. “yes, this feels great” she said in a voice I could barely hear over the rushing noise of the water. “There’s a spot over there that feels almost too good” she said with a twinkle in her eyes as she pointed to the other side. “Really?” I asked. “Where?” and I moved over to where she pointed. It was the section of hot tub that was molded almost like a lazy boy, where you could lay back and it had a pad for your head and a cup holder and everything. I could feel a jet of water strumming my legs. I opened my legs and felt the water go right between them sneaking up the leg of my swim trunks. I started to laugh and said “I’ve never noticed that before! Enjoyed that did you?” “I didn’t want to enjoy it without you” she said shyly blushing slightly. And she slid over to me. As her head neared mine I realized I had never wanted to kiss anyone that badly before. Our lips met softly and I felt hers open our tongues wrestling passionately. She slid down beside me and I wrapped an arm around her shoulder her head laying down on my shoulder. “This feels good too” she said and purred quietly. She was sitting on the bench next to the lazy boy mold and I tugged on her gently until she slid up between my legs to lie back against me. I wrapped my arms around her just beneath her breasts and held her close to me, her head laying back against my shoulder I gently kissed her cheek. She shifted slightly and I thought about the jet of water, now effectively blocked by her. “Still feel good?” I asked her quietly. “mmmm, yes it feels great” she whispered softly in return. My hand slipped up to cup her breast, and I felt her nipple pressing against my palm through the fabric of her suit. I felt her ass wiggling a little, it felt great against my rising cock. Soft and slightly yielding but firm. “Oh god! Be careful when you do that!” I Laughed. “What’s the matter sweets?” “I can’t quite get away from this one jet…” “Which jet?” “The one between my legs…” she said laughing. “Does it feel good?” I asked her. “yes! Almost too good.” My hand slid down to her hip, then lower down to between her legs. I rubbed her through her bikini bottoms. I could feel her lips begin to swell as I rubbed gently over her clit. I could feel the pulsing water from the errant jet hitting the back of my fingers with surprising force. I slid my finger down to the leg band of her bikini and pulled it gently aside and heard her quick intake of air. “Feels really good?” I asked her. “Do you think this could make you cum?” “I don’t know, probably.” “Wanna find out?” I asked hopefully watching her reflection in the window. “hmmmm” she said and I couldn’t tell if that was a yes or a no. Why, at the time of maximum sexual potential do I get so fucking paranoid. I don’t know but I always have. I’m so afraid to really show what I want, that I never really show it. My hands slipped to her bikini bottoms, the kind that is really skimpy and tied at the sides. I slipped each of the knots undone and pulled on the fabric. She rose off the bottom of the hot tub and I slid the fabric out from underneath her. I wrapped my legs around her knees and gently pulled her legs wider apart. My hands once again returned to the job of fondling her breasts. “That feels so good… I’m so… open, mmmm… the jet moves… it… passes over… my clit every… ohh every few seconds… ohh.” Her nipples were reaching their maximum hardness and I felt her hand start to move up her leg. “No baby doll, let the water do it…” “I just… ohh, I just need a little… more… ahh just a little more … Please let me touch it… I’ll cum…” “No sweety… wait.” “Ohhh, please… please let me cum. Oh god… so close… so fucking close… I just need one quick flick… please…” I grabbed her hands and held them to her side my ankles over her knees pulling her legs apart she was a captive, completely open to the thrusting pulsing jet of water. I was kissing her neck, gently chewing on her skin… I was rock hard as her body squirmed against me. I couldn’t quite tell if she was trying to force contact or get away from the relentless jet. Her body tensed, every muscle taught, her hands pulling against my grip, her legs tight as steel. “Ohh fuck… ohhh! I’m going to… I’m going to… Ohh, it feels so fucking good… I ooh! When it crosses my clit… Its just, its just a little too slow… Oh god please!” she begged but I held her tight and continued to let the water stream work on her. Her whole body began to quiver, almost like a vibration and the tense softness of her ass rubbed my cock as she quivered, almost triggering an orgasm of my own. She finally crested over the top of the pinnacle of pleasure, she grunted each time an intense wave flowed through her body, with a great twitch of her body pulling her chest up but with her head trailing behind, her chest thrust outwards, her breathing a roar in my ear as she shuddered with each release. My hand reached down and gave her the direct clitoral contact the she had been pleading for. “oh god! John! Ohh! Yes! There! oh there… oh please don’t… oh please don’t stop… Oh again! Oh coming again… my clit… ahh it tingles, it tingles so much… My nipples… tingle… and ohh fuu oh, oh f f fuck! ” and I reached up to tweak one between finger and thumb. My finger entered her and she almost instantly clenched down on my finger. Her vagina seemed to be caving in on itself the flesh pushing her cervix so low I could almost feel it in this position. I could feel the fleshy knot of skin at the top of her pussy, inflamed and begging for attention. I could feel the intense amount of lubrication flowing from her pussy as she shuddered through each spike of pleasure that racked her body. Slowly she began to relax, she pulled her legs together and her hand went down to block the jet of water. Her breathing was still rapid and deep but all of the tension left her body. “ohh my god!… oh my… that was wonderful… How’d you know?” she asked breathlessly “I didn’t.” “Oh my! That was wonderful. But now its your turn.” “Oh I don’t think so… I don’t think it’ll work.” I said… I mean a jet of water throbbing on a clit is one thing but it won’t grab me and stroke me off. I was doubtful to say the least. “Come on… you have to try it honey, please?” So I did. I crawled out from underneath her and let her lie with her head back against the headrest. I lay back against her feeling her soft firm breasts against my back as I lay back. I could feel the jet of water and yeah… it tingled a little but there was no way it would make me cum would it? “I don’t think this will work…” I said softly. “You’re just not trying very hard” she responded. “Let it do to you what it did to me. Let it caress you, feel the pulses as it crosses over your cock.” Her hand reached down to grasp my cock. ‘there you go! That’ll work!’ I thought. She stroked me slowly, but only rising up and down the shaft, never crossing the head, never crossing that ultra sensitive spot that guarantees my orgasm. “Ohh stroke me baby doll…” “Let the water do it…” and then I felt it, as her hand gripped me tight, sliding up and down the base of my cock, throbbing in her hand, the jet began to pass over the head of my cock, seemed to pulse against the most sensitive spot. “Oh my god! Ohh fuck that feels good… Don’t let go baby… ohh…” My cock was throbbing, pulsing, as hard as its ever been. My hips were moving slightly, chasing the jet, trying to assure that it was aimed right at the sensitive spot. “let the water do it…” she repeated and let my cock go. The jet hit my cock just beneath the head, on the shaft and flowed along my cock over the head toward my chest. The ripples as the strong jet flowed over me created the most erotic and strange pleasure ever to course through my body. I felt this intense warm feeling throughout my body, I felt completely out of control, I was focused like I had never been before on the jet of water as it passed over my cock. Each time my cock moved in the water the pleasure increased. “ohh its going to… its going to work… ohh baby I’m going to cum….” My hips continued to chase the jet of water and my body tensed as my balls pulled tight to my body. I could feel Cathy behind me holding me and breathing in my ear as if she was running a race. I lost touch with everything other than my cock as it reared up and began to shoot, white streamers coursing into the water, to dissolve and disappear into the bubbling water. I could feel Cathy’s hard nipples against my back as she shuddered. My cock pulsed through another six or seven incredible, intense and ultimately pleasure filled shots each smaller than the last, until the final shots were nothing other than intense twitching and the sensation of shooting.. “OH MY GOD!” I said and started to laugh. “That was the most erotic thing I think I’ve ever seen” said Cathy. “I actually came when you did and I didn’t even touch myself. Did it feel really good?” she asked. “Un-fucking believable!” I replied still trying to catch my breath. “God! I wish I could make you feel that good.” I said. “You can… You did.” she said with one of those woman smiles. The kind that you’re supposed to understand, the kind that if you don’t you’re in trouble, the kind I never seem to understand. We slipped out of the tub and put on the oversized fluffy towel robes that I keep on hooks for the rare times that I actually used the hot tub. I still can’t understand how this woman could look so wonderful in anything that touched her body, as well as nothing at all. We decided to take a boat ride, and I struggled to keep my eyes on the water. Crab pots were always the challenge, I can’t tell you how many times I had replaced the props because I had eaten some crab pot that had to be placed in the middle of the only channel deep enough to allow the passage of anything more significant than an Indian canoe. Seems crabs like the deep water too. I managed to get through the close channels and finally broke out into the deeper water that led to the inlet to the ocean. She was sitting shotgun in the seat next to me with the wind blowing her midlength hair unevenly behind her. She had a far away look on her face as we rode bouncing over the swells as we made it out into the longer wave pattern of the ocean. Her shirt was plastered against her as the wind from our passage caressed her body like a thousand little hands. Her nipples were plainly apparent and I came to the conclusion that a bra was not on her ‘ride a boat equipment list’. I liked that list. The Beach Ch. 02 Another day has passed since that arousing adventure at the beach. Samantha was on her way back to her suite. She had waited all day at the beach for that mysterious man, but he never showed up. Maybe tomorrow, she thought as she opened the door to her room. She threw her bag and towel on the couch and opened the doors to the terrace, letting the fresh sea breeze in. Slowly she undressed, still thinking of those wonderful hands on her skin and as she turned to the bathroom, her eyes caught her erect nipples in the mirror at the wall. Giggling, she walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Samantha pulled out the pins from her hair and shook it loose till it fell over her shoulders and down her back. Slowly she stepped into the glass cubicle and stepped under the refreshing spray. She reached for her shower gel and lazily started to spread the foam over her body. Her hands moved over her full breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples with her palms. She closed her eyes and felt the warm, wet skin under her hands, shivering when she moved her hands over a sensitive spot. Her hand slid between her legs and her fingers parted her pussy lips, massaging them gently. Samantha couldn't tell if she was wet from her own juices or if it was the water and soap but it didn't really matter. As she slid a finger inside herself, her knees went weak and she leaned against the glass wall to keep herself upright. The spray on her breasts felt like little needles on her erect nipples. She reached for the shower head and took it out of its holder. In slow movements she led the jet of water over her body, always coming back to her breasts, brushing over them teasingly, lifting her higher and higher. She lowered the showerhead between her legs and moaned loud as the jet of water hit her clit. With two fingers she spread her pussy lips wide and held the jet of water directly on her clit. The impact of the stimulation made her whole body shake violently; she could barely hold herself up. Slowly, she moved the showerhead from one side to the other, as though someone were flicking her clit with his finger or tongue. She came hard. Her knees buckled and she sank to the floor, the showerhead still between her legs; her pussy pulsating and squirting out a mix of water and pussy juices. Panting and moaning, Samantha dropped the showerhead, kneeling and all fours in the shower. After a while she stood up. Grinning to herself, she turned off the water and stepped out of the glass cubicle. She grabbed one of the soft bath towels and wrapped it around herself. Picking up her hairbrush she walked outside, and sitting in one of the comfy seats, she brushed her hair till it was dry. She sat dressed in a flimsy red dress in the bar, sipping her cocktail and watching the sunset. Soft music from big speakers made a perfect scene for every lover and she sighed, wishing again she wasn't alone. Samantha put her glass down and walked to the beach, deciding to take a stroll before dinner. The sand felt warm under her bare feet as she walked over it. She left the bar behind her and walked out of the light of the big torches that threw their flickering light on the sand. Reaching the single palm that grew on the beach, she leaned against it. She usually saw kids sitting on this special palm that grew horizontal to the ground. It looked weird, but made a good playground for children. As she began to push herself away from the tree, someone pushed her back against it. She gasped and wanted to resist, but as she felt strong hands move over her back and hips, she kept still. Her belly and breasts were pressed over the trunk as he made her bend over. It felt as if he was on his knees, when he moved his hands over her ankles and up her calves, pushing her thin dress up over her thighs and hips. His lips kissed her butt cheeks and bit them gently as his hands forced her legs apart. Samantha breathed harder and tried to move against his hands and mouth. He didn't let her move an inch, holding her firm against the trunk. He tore the thin material of her g-string apart and spread her bum cheeks. She shivered as she felt his hot breath at her skin, short before he ran his long, strong tongue from her butt hole to her pussy hole. Gasping, she spread her legs more for his teasing tongue. She could feel his big hands kneading her butt cheeks as his tongue licked her again and again. Her pussy juices ran down her legs as she got wetter and wetter. As the fingers of his right hand spread her pussy lips wide; she held her breath, her heart pounding against her chest. The tip of his tongue at her pussy made her shiver and she pleaded silently for him to push his tongue inside her. As if he had heard her silent plea, he trusted his long and hard tongue deep into her wet pussy, tongue fucking her, while he slowly pushed his finger into her bum hole. She bit her lower lip as she felt the intruding finger to keep herself from screaming out in pleasure. He laid his thumb on her clit and put some pressure on it... that was all she needed to climax. Samantha came in a big explosion, her pussy pouring juices onto his face. He didn't stop sucking and licking her until she calmed down again. Her pussy felt so hot, she needed...wanted more. She could feel him getting up and she heard how he opened the zip of his pants. Panting she wanted to look back, to see who this man was, who's tongue had given her so much pleasure, but with one of his big hands on her back, he pressed her down on the trunk again so there was no way she could turn around. She submitted to her lust. She wanted to get fucked hard and fast, right here, right now. But what came now, she had never expected. He rubbed his big and hard cock between her legs and between her swollen pussy lips, lubricating it with her juices, teasing her till she nearly screamed for him to fuck her. His hand moved up her back and around her neck, till his finger laid around her throat, then he slowly started to squeeze, making it nearly impossible to breath for her. She tried to fight him, but his muscular body held her down on the trunk. Samantha started to panic as she felt dizzy from the lack of air and that moment the head of his cock, pushed into her butt hole, spreading it wide apart. She felt as if a hot iron got shoved up her virgin ass. The second his cock was buried deep inside her, he let go of her throat and all happened at once. She climaxed the moment she took a deep breath, her lungs filling with fresh air and his cock pushing hard into her. Nearly fainting from the impact of this unexpected orgasm, she screamed her release out into the dark night, her body shaking and shivering, sweat dripping down her forehead and down between her breasts. The man stood still for a moment then slowly pulled out of her. Refusing to give her a minute to recover, he switched from one hole to the other, thrusting deep into her soaked pussy. She moaned and thought that she wouldn't be able to take any more, but the man thought differently and showed her. In long slow strokes he brought her to another orgasm and as she climaxed, her pussy walls spasmodically pulled his big, hard cock deeper and deeper. Finally, he came, spurting his hot cum inside her, he made a few more moves, till she could feel him on top of her, his hot breath, caressing her moist neck. After a while he pulled out of her leaking pussy. Samantha slid down from the trunk and rested on her knees, breathing fast, she slowly turned to finally see who this man was. Her eyes grew wide as she just saw him vanish into the tropical jungle. That wasn't possible, not again. ----------- Thanks to Boadicea for editing my story The Beach Ch. 02 This is a continuance of the first story that I submitted, "The Beach". You may want to read it first. * Several days later, I was in my spot, as usual, behind the windbreak fence, when I spied Ed walking hurriedly up the beach. He walked on past, not seeing me, and I watched as he rounded the bend, just like the last time. I stood and oiled my body, or, at least as much as I could reach, that is, and particularly my ass. I lay on my stomach, then squirted more oil in the crack of my ass. Using my middle finger, I worked some of the oil into my ass. When I touched my asshole with my finger, it sent thrills up my spine. After working some of the oil inside, I poured a few drops at the top of the crevice then spread my legs slightly apart. After quick glances up and down the beach, I then lay my head upon my arms and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off , I guess, and was very relaxed, because the next thing that I remember was the feeling of fullness in my ass and of weight on my body! Ed was on my back; his cock buried ball deep in my ass! I must have fallen asleep and been dreaming about...you know...getting fucked in the ass. I had not heard him come up and he had not said a word. He had slid his mushroomed cock head into my ass with no resistance and no pain at all! My ass was totally penetrated. He pulled out to the point that I could feel the mushroom shaped head gently tug at my anus from the inside. I arched my ass into the air to meet his down stroke, as he slammed down hard, driving his balls into the firm roundness of my buttocks, as he buried his cock as far as he could into my rectum. I was, I believe, experiencing the most erotic pleasure that I had ever experienced this side of a double orgasm! He was stroking his big mushroom headed cock in and out of my ass as I was clenching my ass muscles, squeezing his big cock. I pushed my ass to him as he rammed his boner into me. It felt good, too good. I wanted it to last a long time. I realized that Ed must have come back down the beach and had seen me. He had walked up and seeing my glistening well oiled ass, could not control himself. Knowing that I had wanted to be fucked the other day, he had removed his suit, his cock probably already hardening. He had dropped over me, a knee to either side of my thighs and plugged his cock straight into my cock-ready ass. He obviously didn't give a damn about being observed this time! All too soon, Ed began to grunt and groan. Finally he emitted a loud grunt as he pile-drove his cock deep into my bowels and splattered my insides with his thick white cum. As he lay forward on top of me, I kept humping my ass to him, enjoying his cock as long as I could. He laid there a few minutes, kissing my neck and shoulders then raised up, slipping his now soft dick out of my rear, the mushroom head stretching his flaccid meat before it popped out. As he walked to the water to wash up, I grabbed a mirror out of my bag to look at my just fucked ass. Cum was leaking from my puckered asshole. I grabbed my Polaroid camera from my bag, and, raising my right leg to spread my cheeks, snapped a photo of cum oozing from my ass. Ed walked back at that time and saw the photo. "Nice picture," he said, "You have a nice body and a nice ass. I am sorry for not talking with you before having my way, but the way you looked, the sun glistening off your oiled body, the golden cheeks...I couldn't help myself. Well...I guess I did help myself. I would love to get you into my house sometime. I have lots of things to play with that I am sure that you would love." "I'm sure you do and I'm sure that it would be very enlightening... for both of us." "Yes, I think that it would be too. We'll have to plan on it some time." He excused himself, as he had to leave to prepare to go to work. He was a night-shift manager at a K-Mart. In the next few days, I had a shift change at work therefore I never saw Ed again. I was at work when he was off and visa-Visa. I really would have liked to have gone to his house at least once! I still have that picture and often reminisce about that time on the beach. The Beach Ch. 02 Detective Foster Starts the Investigation with Family As she entered the waiting area, the 3 beautiful daughter's of the victim came running towards her crying, "are you going to catch the animal who hurt our mommy, are you, are you officer?" "Of course she is girls, settle down now, c'mon settle down." Jack Morris the father came walking up putting his arms around the girls. "Girl's why don't you go and give these clothes to your mom and let me talk to your dad."the officer said. The room was large with a table in the corner so they went and sat down, Mr. Morris bought the officer a coke and she settled in to take his statement. "So how long have you been married?" "15 years but we have been together since the 8th grade." "Was anybody bothering Mrs. Morris that you saw?" "I dropped them all off at the circle and went to park the car, when I got down to the bike path, a black man was talking to my wife and when I got there he said some crass stuff and ask me for money, a few bucks to get something to eat." "Was your wife upset or was she distressed at all?" "No, well, I don't know really, I mean she was blushing, so he must have said some things to embarrass her." "Can you describe him?" "Well shorter than Shannon, maybe 5'8 or 5'9, overweight, and he had those rolls in his hair that the black people wear, what are they called?" "You mean corn rolled hair, he had corn rolls?" "Yes, corn rolls thats it, long corn rolls that are popular with the negroid race, and his teeth were crooked, he had some gold teeth, he was wearing shorts, dirty white shorts and old tennis shoes, with a blue tank top that was dirty, he was a dirty nigger bum, sorry, it just makes me so mad if he did this to Shannon." Even after all these years, Detective Foster still got pissed when high uppity white people classify, "those" black people and what they do, how black people, like they are less or something, pissed her off. "That's okay, so you said he said some crass things to you, like what kind of things?" "Oh typical gross things, like how hot Shannon is, how I should not be at the beach but have her in bed, between those long soft white legs, like how fine she looked, and some of his black jive language I didn't understand, he kept calling her sweetmeat, sweetmeat this, sweetmeat that, its hard to understand black people sometimes, you know?" "Did he touch her or attempt to?" "No, oh no, not that I saw. I gave him some money, a few bucks, but he kept looking at my wife, he just kept telling her how hot she is and that she is sweetmeat, and he was staring at her breasts, she dropped her bag and her top came loose, she blushed when she caught him looking down her top, you know, that kind of stuff." "Must be tough being married to such a gorgeous woman, I mean catching guys looking at her all the time?" "At first it was very hard you know, and even though Shannon is beautiful she is very shy, almost naive about how many people look at her, I mean it was so unusual for her to wear a bikini in public, she is very reserved, normally, she dresses very conservative. She teaches Sunday School, works on the PTA at all 3 girl's schools, so she blushed when she saw him looking at her breasts." "Its a very small bikini for such a shy women to wear you know, a little pink bikini and as big as her breasts are I mean she was very exposed even wearing the small beach shirt and short pink skirt." "Yes I was surprised she wore it, normally she just wears that suit at our pool. We were fighting and she does dress like that sometimes." "Oh so you were fighting about what, may I ask?" "You know husband and wife things, she was upset with me and well you know, I, well, you know, it's embarrassing, I finished to early if you catch my drift." "I see, that's okay, I understand, so your wife sometimes dress's sexy when she wants to punish you, or get your attention, she does sometimes, I bet that's hard on you, I mean the way men and even some women look at your wife because she is a gorgeous well built woman." "Yes, I've heard people talk about her sometimes at the market, at the high school football games, the malls, but I don't let it bother me and I take it as a complement now." The Detective had heard enough. A man that takes sex talk about his wife as a complement puts a whole new light on the case. "When a woman is sexually abused like this, its my experience, that it affects the whole family. I suggest we get some counseling for you and your girls and even your parents and Shannon's parents, this can really tear a family apart." "Detective, how bad is she, I mean I saw her on the floor of the beach bathroom, she was naked, but the girls were there crying, getting a towel to cover her and the police were there so quickly, I mean what happened exactly?" "Your wife was sexually abused in her vagina and her rectum. The suspect also sucked on her breasts leaving large bruising. Also her legs and her stomach had hickeys and bite marks from him licking and sucking on her body, and he slapped her around pretty good. Because of the deepness of the vaginal abuse I think it was a black man. A very large black man. He entered her womb thru her cervix in her vagina so he was very big in the groin area." "Oh My God!!!! I mean Shannon has not had much sex experience, Oh God, Oh My God, I'm the only man she has, well you know, been with." "Yes, so that's why I think counseling will be helpful because your wife felt things during the attack that she has never felt before and might be feeling guilty if her body betrayed her religious beliefs and let go to the new sensations caused by the attacker." "Oh God, Oh My God, I mean she is so strong in her religious beliefs I'm sure she was able to fight them off, those feelings from the devil. Oh God I'm sure she did." "Well her sexual center, her most sensitive spot, her g-spot was pushed deep into her vagina, into her stomach, and the friction of the intrusion by the large penis inside her would give her sensations she never felt before and possibly make her lose control of herself, her body, that's why I suggest counseling as quickly as possible. She also was entered in her butt hole and being the first time and the size of the attacker's penis, we found allot of fluid in her bowels, so she was experiencing new sensations and she might feel guilty at her actions and the new feelings that were exposed, maybe feelings she never knew she had." "Oh My God!!! He entered her rectum, he did that? I never knew people even had sex like that, Oh God, My poor wife, this is so horrible." "She probably felt a fullness inside her body that might have caused her to have dirty feelings she never experienced before. And she was slapped during the anal attack and she might have used language or heard language she never heard or used before. It's a reason I feel therapy will be a good thing for your family, she might have new feelings after the attack." "We are ushers at our church and Shannon is a teacher so I will call our pastor and let him know what happened, is that okay?" "Great and I have a list of people with experience also. Excuse me, my cell phone, I have to take this call." "Are we done here? I'll go and get my wife and take the family home." The detective shook her head yes as she listened to the caller who found the victims bikini bottoms, cell phone, and purse. "Leave them at my office."she replied. The next morning the detective found the items from the assault on her desk. She looked at the bikini bottoms in the air tight evidence bag and noticed a spot of damp creamy juice much like she saw in the cups given to the lab. She made notes and put the bag in the evidence locker, she suspected the victim was wet in her vagina before the attack. After years of detective work she was getting a different view of the victim than the shy soccer mom her husband portrayed. Getting a cup of coffee she turned on the victim's cell phone. 1)no messages 2)no video 3)audio is full The detective hit the play button. "That's it bitch, suck that black dick you whore, I's knew you nothing but a dirty slut when's I first saw ya, you's flirtin wit me befo your stupid husband showed up, damn baby you is born to suck black dick. MMMMMmmm, yeah, yeah, slut, fuckin straight, that's it, baby you got big fat white titties, damn, let me feel dem big tits, look at dem nipples sticking out n shit. "Oh God, your dick is so fucking big, I never acted like this before with a man, God I feel so dirty." The detective recognized the voice of the victim Shannon Morris, sunday school teacher, shy wife. "Suck your butt juice off my dick baby, lick me clean of your ass juice, that's it slut, yeah, yeah, lick my balls. You a dirty bitch you know? Your husband enjoying the beach wit your family and you be all slutty n shit in a beach bathroom fucking a nigga and now licking my black dick after it been in your dirty asshole, you a dirty girl, a stinky girl. I knew you shakin dat ass at me as you walked away huh baby?" "Oh God please don't say that, I know I shouldn't have, I, I never felt like that before with a man, Oh God I should stop, I need to stop, the way you looked at me, I mean, well I." The detective heard, "Slap, Another Slap. "You stupid whore, You been flirtin wit me all day, get back up here and do what's you born to do, suck black dick, mmmmmmm, yeah baby that's it, that's it, suck my nigga dick you white tramp. You going to be needin more of this nigga dick, shave dat hairy, sweet, white pussy befoe you come back looking for mo of dis shit, you got dat?" "Oh God I can't meet you, I feel so horrible, I mean my husband, I cheated on him, on my family and friends, I'm so dirty, what are you doing, Oh MY GOD!!!" "Fuck you whore, drink my piss, yeah, yeah that's what I'm saying, drink it slut, look at you creamin on you self. You's like getting pissed on by a nigger huh baby, Yeah, yeah, drink it, move dem hands let me piss on dem big white titties, yeah baby, that's what I'm talking about. Damn baby you just creamed on yourself getting pissed on, you a dirty girl, I know you'll be back for more, whore." "Oh God, how could I, Oh God, I, I, never felt so dirty, I never felt like this, AAAAAAaaaaHhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming, YES!!!!!!!!, Oh Fuck Me." "Hey slut, if your husband was here, who's dick would you suck me or his?" "Oh God, please don't ask me, I love my husband, please, my children, don't ask me." SLAP, another SLAP, SLAP. "You, of course you, yes your dick I would suck, yes, I love your big black dick, how it makes me feel, Oh God, I never had a man make me feel like this, Oh God, I'm cummmming again, OHHhhh AAAAAaaaahhhhhhh, yes." "Yeah baby, Yeah, you a nasty girl, I bet them church people be all upset n shit if dey knew you been fucking a nigga in a beach bathroom, huh, slut acting all dirty and shit. Letting a nigga get that sweet tight white pussy and that virgin ass, and you creamin all over? "Oh God my friends would die, I never felt so degraded, my god I never acted like this, I'm so ashamed, but I love it." "Lick my dick clean, get all the piss off me, and your ass juice, mmmmm, yeah baby you's like licking my dick huh, baby? "It taste so good, it's so big, God I'm so dirty, I'm going to cummmmmmmmm again, Oh God!!!!!" "Damn baby, you all wet with piss in your hair n shit and you still cumming. Fuck, I'm hard again you slut, open your mouth, YEAH!! stick out your tongue, Oh Fuck Yes, taste that baby juice, Yeah, that's it, swallow my nigga baby goo you ho, Yeah!!! Fuck me you's a dirty fucking ho. You is my whore now bitch, so don't go gettin all whitey on me and cry rape. Make up some story for your asshole husband and friends, you hear? I's know you going to be wantin more of what I got, you got the black fever now. Remember shave dat sweet pussy fo me, hear bitch? Damn baby, I's ain't kissin no ho who just swallowed some nigga's goo and licked her ass juice off a nigga's dick baby, get you sorry ass away, damn baby." The detective turned the cell phone off, hearing the sobbing from the victim, the investigation had taken a whole new turn. She took a sip of coffee to think about how she would approach Mrs. Shannon Morris with this evidence. Maybe she would sit on the car and see if the shy wife went out alone. Yes the investigation had taken a new turn. The detective decided to wait a few days before going to the white couple home and what she would do. The Beach Ch. 02 The very next day you venture out to the same spot, at the same time, but he is not there. You do this for 4 days. Every day you are so excited on the beach you lay naked caressing your own body and bringing yourself to orgasm. You know you need his cock inside you. But he never shows up. Exactly a week later you decide to give it one more go. You trace your steps exactly like every day previously. You are so tired from all the exercise and horniness you collapse on the beach and are out for a few hours just sleeping naked on the beach. Still in your sleepy state you feel wet and horny and someone touching you... but you are not sure whether this is a dream or actually real... but you certainly don't want to wake up if it is not a dream, so you do nothing and lay there hoping its real. After 10 minutes of hands and lips on your body touching you, kissing your soft breasts and hard nipples you know the truth as soon as you feel fingers entering your soaking wet cunt. You wake up staring up into his eyes, and orgasm instantly, your legs shaking with the intensity. You have been waiting for this all week. He takes out his fingers and runs them up your body to your lips as you gently feed your juices of his fingers as he lays next to your, caressing your breasts and kissing your neck and lips. You hand runs over his chest and down to his cock... already rock hard, you begin slowly sliding your hand up and down his shaft. You get up and straddle him, looking into his eyes as you tease his cock with your soaking puss sliding over his fat cock, before grabbing him and sliding gently onto it. It feels so big and fat, filling your tight pussy. For a few seconds you just sit on him, enjoying his cock being inside you. You begin to raise yourself and start to grind your hips on his cock, fucking him slowly so you can enjoy every second of this opportunity. He is moaning with please grabbing your hips and stroking your breasts and nipples. Sliding yourself on his hard cock you are so close to another orgasm, you quicken you pace, fucking his cock as he just lays there, looking at you, smiling. Your pussy tightens and grips his cock, you are going to come soon, sitting up allowing his cock to press against your g-spot, you orgasm, your nails digging into his chest as you do. For a few seconds after you just sit on his cock, enjoying the moment. He then says "my turn" lifting you up off him, putting you on all fours, bending you over and stroking your bottom he gently slides his cock into your pussy from behind, pulling you tight onto his cock. He starts to fuck you hard, and harder and harder. Spanking your ass cheeks as he fucks you hard and deep from behind. This feels amazing and so different from the intimate nature of you being on top. You are moaning with every thrust of his cock. Looking out to see as he fucks you hard, you can't help but think of who could be out there, watching from a boat or the tress. The environment, the danger of being caught, gets you hornier and hornier, you push back on his cock hard, making him moan as he fucks you... you want to take control again and make him cum. You stop him fucking you and push him down... sitting on his cock as you face out to see (reverse cowgirl), squatting and letting him watch your ass as you fuck his slippery cock... It's not long before he is pulsating and you feel his cock thicken, you know he is coming... you know it is naughty but you tease him further by stopping and just sitting there enjoying the last moments before you are filled with his hot creamy juice... one wiggle of your hips and he thrusts up... coming inside you. You get of his cock and lay beside him, His arms around you and his come covered cock pressed up against your back as his juices run out of you and onto the beach. You did it, you finally got what your pussy had been craving all week. You smile and gently fall asleep, knowing when you wake, he won't be there.... The Beach Ch. 02 It was a blisteringly hot week on the south coast of France. My fiancé and I had spent our days lunching at beachside hotels and shellfish restaurants, walking the promenade and looking out over the sea. Then after a few days James's friend Neil joined us from London. That first day I went topless in front of both boys. I liked the attention and Neil's eyes almost burst seeing me. I fantasized about my fiancé and Neil both kissing me, loving me, fondling my body, but it wasn't until the next day that my hopes became something more solid. We spent the whole day at the beach; a sweltering 85 degrees. I am half Indian but even my skin was dried out from the heat. Neil and James put a lot of lotion on themselves. I'm sorry, but I liked to see them rubbing the cream into their shoulders and chests, their legs and backs, to see them mess about in the sea like big kids I went topless again, a lovely pert 32c among all the petite French teenagers and wrinkled old ladies, the cubby Germans and frigid English girls. I milked it. Yes, I reclined on my palms, the sun and their eyes upon my proud breasts. Even James stared at me, even when he'd seen me a hundred times before. And Neil stared too, photographing in his mind the outline and roundness of each boob, the large, perfection of my dark nipples, the superior brown fleshy soft sexiness of my naked bosom. I looked bigger than most girls because I am quite petite. After the beach we went for dinner, then returned home and showered. I was last to shower. I emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a long white petticoat and a white-cropped top. My bare arms and midriff were a little red from the sun. I stood in the kitchen area, running a comb through my wet hair. Neil and James glanced over from the sofa. It may have been hot in the flat but why did I wear such a skimpy outfit? Why such a transparent top? My top was a particularly tight fitting one, and with my long black hair, brown legs and curvy figure I looked sensational. Sorry. I'm a big head. Feeling attractive made my nipples hard, and I think they must have made small indents in the cotton top. Was I showing off? Yes. Exhibiting my chest with no bra and loving the attention. Exerting my power over the boys? Yes. Feeling gorgeous and horny? Yes. Thinking I was IT. Yes. I sat down at the table and glugged a glass of wine down. Dutch courage? For what? Neil and James were both showered and in their underwear, plus a t-shirt. We had fans but it was still damn hot. A bottle of fizzy-stuff exploded and we drank Champagne on the sofa. I sat between the boys. I felt great. But a little sore. I took some Nivea and applied it to my neck and collarbone, my arms, tummy and to my legs. 'A bit dry,' I said. We continued to chat, drink and watch TV. I confessed that my boobs were sore from the sun. Neil and James were sore too and applied 'After Sun' to their faces and shoulders. 'Meena?' 'Yes?' Neil was about to ask me a very, very cheeky question. 'If you are happy to be topless on the beach, why not be topless now?' 'Why would I want to be topless now?' I asked. I wasn't offended, just curious. James did not seem too bothered either by this brazen assertion. 'If you're sore, if you're uncomfortable, you should not think that just because I am here...' I felt somewhat affronted at Neil's forward impudence. I glanced and James. He shook his head and smiled. He did not object. I suddenly, spontaneously, shockingly did something rather rash. 'Okay,' I exclaimed, a little angry, 'I could do with some Nivea.' I quickly, maybe a bit drunkenly, lifted up my cropped top and cast it aside. I sat there all of a sudden in just my petty-skirt. My chest was heaving. My emotions were running high. I took some moisturiser and applied a little to the tops of my boobs, then carried on as normal. In this way we three carried on as if all was normal. Neil and James chatted across me; we shared comments, watched French TV, and sipped our wine. To tell you the truth I was feeling amazingly aroused. Can you imagine? Such sexy freedom and comfort, sitting in ones skirt and nothing else? I took more Nivea. I applied it fully to my chest. I enjoyed the cool cream on my nipples, the relief, the interest this action inspired, the way my tits looked, the way I felt between my legs, the way my clit seemed to tingle even though I hadn't touched it. Both boys I am certain were hard as beach rocks. Neil again plucked up his courage. 'Meena?' 'Yes?' 'Do you feel sore? On your breasts I mean? ' James was silent. Had he and his friend pre-arranged some sort of prank or dare? 'Not really,' I said. I looked down at my bare chest -- they looked fuller, more tanned, and more proud than they had done ever. God I looked fit. 'So it doesn't hurt to touch them?' 'No.' 'Can I touch them?' I paused. I turned my head to my fiancé. He looked back at me, blank, and made no comment. Right, I thought, fuck you James and fuck you Neil. I don't care anymore: 'Yes, Neil, sure, you can touch them...' The next thing I knew Neil's hand was on my left breast, and then he was cupping it, then wet-fingering my nipple, then he was pressing his mouth on the shoulder, his mouth on my tit, his mouth over my breast. Oh gosh. It felt weird but amazing some strange man on my chest, his hands on my body, my arm, my arms, my tummy. I just sat there, passive, expectant, sexy... I started to breathe heavy. My gosh, Neil's mouth was working expert on my nipple, tingling me now with his tongue. His hand was on my stomach, below my stomach, beneath my petticoat. I looked at James. My fiancé was preparing himself -- he was taking off his t-shirt; I could see inside his pants he was hard as hard could be. Then two hands from two boys. James was between my legs. My petticoat was pushed up over my knees. I parted my legs and allowed James between them. I arched my back and allowed Neil to rub his hand just above the pubic hair of my pussy. I was losing it; losing control. I remember at one point James had his finger inside me. So wet. In out in out. Oh gosh! His other hand was stroking my right hip, up along my body, to the base of my boob. Then on my breast. Oh fuck. Neil then had his hand on my nipple, his hand on my arm, and his mouth on my mouth -- I opened my lips for him, wet dreamy French kisses together -- and at the time James was fingering me, another hand on my stomach and his mouth, Oh, oh baby, his mouth licking my clit while he fingered me. It was like an octopus was fucking me... Neil -- my finances' best friend - lazily lay down on his back -- naked now - his throbbing 7.5 inch cock upright and to attention - his middle-aged body at my mercy - and as if we'd been rehearsing it for months I naturally positioned myself astride him. 27 years old. He is over 40. I moved above him. He ran two hands down my sides and hips, moved up to buttocks and before I knew it I could feel his big cock hard at the opening of my pussy. I can't tell you how easily that monster thing eased into me. Oh god. 'Ah!' I exclaimed with genuine joy. 'Oh. Oh yeah.' I hadn't expected him to feel sooooo fucking nice. I moved gently up and down on him, vaguely aware that James was just behind me, watching my back, watching my bare frame totally connected to another man. Did he put a hand on my back? On my bottom? I don't recall. It was like I was riding on a massive dildo, but the dildo had hands, and those hands were rubbing my tits, holding my hips as if scared i'd move. Oh god, I was cuming. And so soon. I wished it would last longer. 'Oh Neil. Oh that's so good...oh yes.' It seemed so natural, so everyday, so perfect. I felt so damn sexy. I could see Neil was goggling my body; eyes bulging as his cock was bulging. I could sense his excitement. 'Yes, oh fuck yes, are you gonna cum?' I was losing myself in the experience, my body was going limp, and I slumped forward, no longer the assertive, upright sex goddess, but the weak and submissive orgasm -- and as I rested on him, he pushed and pushed -- 'oh yes baby...yes Neil...' His cock felt very very different. Bigger. Yes. But also different completely. Oddly. And he pushed and pushed and groaned and we came together -- he came uncontrollably inside me, I felt it, his spunk, his hot cum. Oh wow. Just writing it now gives me goosebumps. Oh wow. Mmmmm my. Mmmmm yes. I feel it. Fuck me, Neil. And his face was like in pain and he groaned like a little boy who is denied sweeties. Meena! Fuck. Oh god, Meena! And I lay ontop of him -- and I looked over at James beside me. James was sitting there, a spare wheel, awkward, just beside me. His cock was in his hand, but his pants were still on. 'I am spent, James,' I said, exhausted, speechless almost. Neil pulled himself out and moved away from me. He left me limp on my tummy on the sofa. I felt bad for James. 'Come here,' I said, and I opened my mouth for him. His cock is in my mouth. It was harder than usual. He was moaning louder than usual. I thought he was going to cum straight away but he pulled out, moved quickly and held me by the arms. He gripped me roughly. He wasn't usually rough. He pushed me onto my back and lay me on the sofa beneath him. I looked over at Neil. He was in the armchair. Naked. Holding his dark, moist, flaccid cock. James pinned me down, opened my legs and entered me with his hardness. Could I have another orgasm? Probably not. Not so soon. James pushed rapid and aggressive. It felt...oh gosh James. The thought of him cuming in me as well. I felt like a nasty little bitch. James was already cuming; cuming on his friend's cum. Oh my god, cum on his cum, I could feel Neil's cum oozing out of me, just as I sensed and heard James cum in me. Two boys. Oh wow. I am such a dirty, horny, lovely little slut. Oh wow. It was, I swear, the horniest experience of my life. The Beach Ch. 02 I turned north and we rode along the beach in silence for a while. She smiled at me every time I looked at her but she looked distant. I slowed the boat to a crawl maybe 150 yards off the shore. I pressed the anchor release and finally turned off the motor. You could hear the sounds of people at the waters edge, playing in the waves, see the different shades of skin ranging from the dark brown of the well tanned local, to the red of the recently arrived, not too bright tourist. It was nice to be close enough to the shore to feel the participation of being there but still far enough away to be in our own world. “Are you having fun?” I asked her. “The view is breathtaking John. The house is amazing, the boat is amazing. This is just wonderful, I feel like I’m in a dream. I’ve never been on a boat in the ocean before, I’ve never been with a man older than me before, I’ve never woken up to look at the sun rise over the bay before.” “Sounds like a lot of firsts. Anything we haven’t done yet? How about a beer while floating 100 yards off shore?” I got a slight head nod and walked down off the flying bridge to the cabin, the air conditioning had cooled the place to almost winter temperatures, the beer in the fridge was a couple degrees higher than freezing, just the way I like it. I got the feeling that she had something she wanted to say but just couldn’t quite bring herself to say it. It consumed my thoughts as I brought the beer to her. As I walked back up onto the bridge and handed her the beer she smiled at me. That smile and those eyes could melt me in an instant. She had such intelligence in her eyes, but her lips were so sensuous. “There is a first I haven’t experienced yet.” She said quietly. “And what would that be?” “Well, I offered it last night but you wouldn’t take me up on it.” “I thought I’d taken you up on every offer you had last night! You mean there’s more?” “no…” her head was down her eyes seemingly locked on the beer in her hand. “I offered myself to you, as a toy, to do with what you want, and you… you… well, you didn’t seem to want me like that…” As she looked up from her beer and looked at me she had tears in her eyes. “How can you say that Cathy? We made love! If you combine last night with this morning I’ve recently had the two most exciting sexual events of my life!” I was flabbergasted. I had no idea what she was going for. Should I have known? This was one of those tests, you know, you don’t know the answer, you’re not too sure of the question but if you have to ask you’re dead meat. “I… I… I’m not sure how… to say this…” “My feeling, Cathy, has always been that if you have something to say then just say it.” “I’ve always had to be in control, I mean with all my other boyfriends… I mean… If I was going to get pleasure I always had to show them how… where to touch… when to touch. You just seem to know.” “Cathy, I’m really not stupid but I’m really struggling to understand… I mean I’m not sure what you’re getting at” Truth be told I am stupid but I wasn’t going to admit that to her. “I want you to be in control, I want to be your toy, I want you to take me when and how you want to. I trust you… I’ve always wanted to be… well, umm, controlled I guess.” Bingo! Lights are on! Door bell rings! I understand now! My adled middle aged mind finally caught on! She wanted to be dominated. One small problem… I’ve never done that before. I guess I could fake it. I looked up at her and her eyes had finally overflowed. A tear ran slowly down over her cheek, those beautiful eyes reddening slightly. She looked so vulnerable, so open, so dammned cute. I was trying to figure out the perfect way to tell her I understand. ‘I want to make you feel good. I love you and you’re beautiful. I want to give you this experience that you so badly want’. My response, always the poet, the verbose amateur writer that I am… “I want to see your breasts.” Now where the fuck did that come from? What part of my fucking mind did I lose? Will I ever find it again? Could I possibly figure out a better way to fuck up a wet dream? Shit, I shouldn’t ask the question… I’m sure I wouldn’t like the answer. My mind raced, how can I make this better how can I take the words back? How can I put this wonderful woman at ease? “Now” She looked me in the eye, I saw the beginnings of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Her hands began moving sliding slowly up to take the hem of her shirt and she pulled it slowly upwards, leaning back. I looked her in the eye as her shirt rose above her breasts. The slight bounce as they fell free giving credence to the firmness, her nipples were the exclamation marks of their roundness. I was slightly uncomfortable, the look on my face had to be similar to the ones seen in a thousand mirrors of a thousand strip joints across the country. I saw her eye flicker toward the beach over my shoulder. “You worried that people can see?” I asked quietly. “Yes” “and does it excite you that perhaps someone can see?” “If it excites you, it excites me.” Was her cryptic response? “Pull your shirt down sweetheart. I want to watch you cum. But you have to keep your eyes on me, I want you to be looking at me the whole time.” She slid her hands down to her shorts, undoing the snap and beginning to stand up. “No, no baby sit right there, just slide you hand down into your shorts and cum for me.” I watched from across the bridge as she slid down lower in her seat, her hand digging deeper. I found the sight of her hand in her shorts, the muscles of her arm moving rhythmically her breasts heaving with the deep breaths that she was taking to be one of the most erotic moments I have ever had. “are you wet?” “yess” “Do you like it, that I’m watching you?” “yes it makes me tingle, ohh, ohh… this feels so good.” Her eyes small slits as her head began to fall back against the chair. “Don’t close your eyes baby doll, look in my eyes, always look in my eyes…” I had watched other women masturbate for me before, watched women masturbate in videos, but I think I always got caught up in the mechanics of how they made themselves cum. With her clothes on I had a unique opportunity to watch her face, the expressions changing as the level of pleasure rose. The slight frustration as she reached a peak to have it slowly wash away only to be overtaken by another pleasure peak slightly more intense, slightly longer again to fade away again another rise each getting closer to that inexplicable flash of intense pleasure as she floated over the top. “tell me what you feel” I told her. “I can feel my clit… ohh its hard, and… I’m so wet… it feels so good… I want to ungh I want to cum… I’m gonna… Ohh I’m gonna cum soon…” “I want you to look at me while you come Cathy, I want you to wait until I say its ok to cum.” “Ohh please let me cum John… please.” “Are you right there? Do you Have to cum? I want you to need to cum.” “Oh yes! Oh yes I need to cum…” she was pleading now. She began to twitch, the look on her face was one of almost anguish and I watched as she passed the point of no return. Her eyes slowly closed her head fell back, her nipples pressing out against the fabric of her shirt. The muscles in her arm, her legs, her stomach between her shirt and where her hand disappeared down her shorts were all tense and quivering. Her face was almost slack, her mouth open her hips thrusting as she came again and again. I watched as she slowly came back down. “I need to cum now Cathy. Do you want to help me?” I asked her to give her the opportunity to back down a bit. She just sat there looking at me breathing deeply. “Cathy, I want you to use your mouth, I want you to suck me.” I pulled down my zipper and fished my rock hard throbbing cock out of my shorts. She moved across the bridge to settle between my legs. “Let me service you, let me make you cum” she said. She had this look in her eye that I had never seen, intense but distant. She kept eye contact as she leaned down to take my cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue bathe my cock in her saliva as her head moved down to encompass my cock. I could feel it hit the back of her throat and felt her gag slightly, the muscles of her throat sending waves of pleasure up the length of my cock to spread throughout my body. Her head began moving, her mouth tracing my length her hand following her mouth. I knew I wouldn’t last long. When she started moaning I lost it. Streamers of hot white cum flew from my cock into her mouth. The feeling as she sucked and the muscles of her mouth worked to swallow the first few shots was the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. My world decreased down to revolve only around my rock hard cock, my balls tight against my body spewing forth my seed and the wonderful warm wet mouth that seemed as if it couldn’t get enough. My eyes closed and the last thing I saw before I fell into the abyss of pleasure were her eyes, her lips wrapped around my cock and a subtle smile. As the shuddering waves of pleasure slowly dissolved I slid lower, down into a laying position on the padded bench. She slithered up my body and laid her head down on my chest. “Is that the experience you were looking for Cathy?” “It’s a start John…” she whispered into my chest as my eyes closed and I slowly fell into an exhausted slumber. I knew that this woman was something really special. I doubled my resolve to uphold my end of this relationship. It was only Saturday but already I was dreading having to go home on Sunday. It had been so long since I dreaded the trip home this much.