0 comments/ 10937 views/ 1 favorites The Girl From Coogee Ch. 01 By: Ronnie 1946 I met Wendy very much by accident. As general manager of a building company, that also had a floorcovering discount retail business attached, I was kept very busy. One morning I was walking through the carpet sales office when I heard one of the sales phones ringing. With nobody around to answer it, they were all busy, I grabbed the call. A lilting voice, enquired about carpet for her daughter's bedroom. Cutting a long story short, after a some minutes talk about her 9 year old daughters likes & dislikes, I convinced her of a particular carpet, parting with the words, "if you don't like it when it turns up at your place, just tell the carpet layer and he'll bring it back with no charge to you." This was quite a bold statement as this lady lived at Coogee, in the eastern suburbs of Sydney, a beachside address and our business was in the western suburbs. Ah, what the hell I thought, she had a lovely voice and I was the boss. I never thought anymore about it until a few weeks later when one of the floor sales guys came into my office. "Hey boss, there's a good looking chick in the showroom asking after you." I wandered down into the showroom and approached the "good looking chick". The sales guy wasn't wrong! She looked about mid twenties, five feet four or so, dark shoulder length hair, and being summer, she was wearing a yellow halter neck sun dress, which accentuated the swell of her breasts, pulled in at her narrow waist with a belt and flared out over her hips, stopping a few inches above the knee. Tanned legs and high heels completed the picture. She was a stunner! "Hi, can I help you?" I asked. "Are you Rob?" she asked with a lilting, almost musical, voice. It still didn't twig with me as I answered, "Yeah, how can I help you?" 'I just wanted to meet the man who could sell me carpet, sight unseen, over the phone and have it perfectly right. I'm Wendy, Wendy Richards from Coogee. You sold me some carpet for my daughter's bedroom." "Oh I remember, you're the lady with the nine year old daughter. Hey, if you don't mind me saying so, you don't look anyway old enough to have a nine year old." "I see the charm doesn't stop with the sales pitch," she smiled, "but thank you for the compliment, and trust me I am old enough to have a nine year old. Are you busy? Would you have time for a cup of coffee?" "I am too much of a gentleman to say no to such a lovely lady, especially one who has travelled all the way from Coogee," I replied, and who looks as good as you I thought to myself. I led her out to the main street, past some of my sales staff, who all had smirks on their faces, to a great coffee shop not far from my office. After our coffees arrived I asked, "Did you really come all this way just to meet me." "Yes, and to see what you looked like, you sounded so nice over the phone." "Ah well, see voices can be deceiving." "On the contrary," she answered, "sometimes they don't do their owners justice." Where is this going, I thought to myself. Only one way to find out, direct action! "I think we could discuss this theory of yours at length, why don't we do it over dinner, one night?" "I'd like that. Ring me tomorrow, I'm not sure what my shifts are at work and I'll check my roster tomorrow." I looked at her quizzically. "Oh sorry, I'm a waitress at (and she named one of Sydney's top restaurants) and I don't get my shifts 'til tomorrow. We chatted on over our coffees and agreed to make contact the next day. As she left she leaned over to me and kissed me lightly on the lips, "this has been way better than I'd hoped," she whispered, and walked off. I couldn't wait to make the call the next day. "Hi Wendy, it's Rob, calling with great anticipation." I could hear the laughter in her voice. "I wasn't sure you'd ring," she said, "I was a teeny bit forward yesterday." Before I could say anything she went on. "I used to be a back seat girl," (a mental picture of her naked in the back seat of my car leapt into my mind) I mean, I didn't speak out for myself, I just went with the flow but I found out by doing this I missed out on many opportunities. So nowadays I just speak my mind, so I'm really glad you rang." "So am I," I said, and I meant it, "so how about that dinner." "Friday's fine for me," she replied, "if that's OK with you?" "Friday's perfect. I have a favourite restaurant in Surry Hills I'd like to take you to, so what say I pick you up about 7?" "That'd be great; I'll look forward to seeing you then. Oh, and Rob," she paused. "Yes," I asked. "I promise you, it'll be a good night," she said softly, "Bye," and hung up. I couldn't get up from my desk for a few minutes. I had a raging bloody hard on! Friday night couldn't come quick enough! I pulled up outside Wendy's, Coogee flat right on 7. It was one of the older style block of flats, probably built prior to world war 11, when there weren't so many cars around. These flats definitely lacked garaging and I was lucky to get a park outside. She answered the door in a white silk kimono which, she was clearly oblivious to the fact, was quite transparent with the hall light behind her. Or maybe she wasn't. "Oh I love a man who's punctual," leaning forward to kiss me lightly. "Come in and I'll get you a drink while I finish getting ready," as she took my hand and led me inside. "Here's the lounge, the TV's on the news I think. Make yourself comfortable, is a beer ok or would you prefer a scotch or something?" "No, a beer's fine." I sat on the lounge and she appeared seconds later with a cold beer. "I promise I won't be long," as she handed me the beer and disappeared down the hall. The flat looked comfortable enough, well furnished, from what I could see, with older style furniture that complimented the era of the building. "Oh bugger," I heard Wendy say from down the hall. "Rob could you come here for a minute please." I exited the chair and went looking for Wendy. Just down the hall I glanced in the first doorway and saw her standing in front of a full length mirror. She was wearing a tight fitting gunmetal coloured dress, with thin shoulder straps, and that clung to her lithe body, accentuating her every curve, all the way down to the hem which finished a few inches above her knees. Black stockings and stilettos completed the picture. She looked sensational! "You called?" I asked. "Can you see my panty line through the dress?" she asked. Looking at her hips and buttocks I could see a faint trace of panty line. "Oh yeah, but only slightly," I acknowledged. "Oh bugger, I knew it!" she responded with annoyance. With that she walked to a chest of drawers, pulled a tiny G string out of a drawer, bent over and grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it up around her waist. With her back to me she slipped the panties down, exposing her beautiful bum, kicked the knickers away, and then bent over and stepped into the G string, pulling it up around her waist. She smoothed the hemline back down and turned around to face me. "How does it look now?" she asked. I tried to hide my growing erection. Closing my mouth, from where my chin was hanging on my chest, I just shook my head dumbly. "You can still just see a slight line," I mumbled. "Oh stuff it!" she said still annoyed. Again she lifted the hem of the dress and pulled the G string down, exposing her neatly trimmed bush, and smoothed the hem back down again. She spun around and faced the full length mirror again. "Oh no! Now you can see my pubes outlined. Look!" The way the dress clung to her you could faintly see her pubic mound but it was accentuated by her bush. Now I was having a problem trying to hide my erection! "Maybe you should wear something else, if it worries you," I suggested cautiously. "No bloody way, I bought this dress especially for tonight and I'm damn well gonna wear it!" She turned abruptly toward me. "Go and finish your beer, I'll be a couple more minutes." I went back to the lounge room, willing my erection down, and sure enough she walked in a few minutes later. The dress still clung to her every curve but no trace of a panty line or protruding bush. "Hey, there you are," I said, "you should have put those panties on in the first place; there's no trace of a panty line now." "I haven't got any on. I just shaved my pussy. Now let's go, I'm starving." With that jaw dropping statement, we made our way to the front door. This girl was full of surprises! I love old style, big American cars, we used to call them "Yank Tanks" in Australia years ago, and I collect a few, as funds allow. Tonight I had a 1972 Ford LTD, a big black one with red leather upholstery. I led Wendy to the car and opened the door. She was suitably impressed. "Wow," she exclaimed as she slid in onto the big front bench seat "this is awesome. I've only seen cars like this in the movies. Where did you get it?" I went around to the driver's side and slid in behind the wheel before I answered. "It was actually a mourning coach for a funeral company," I answered, which was the truth "and they'd had it in their garage, unused for a few years, and I bought it and restored it, to its former glory." "It's fantastic, but you're so far away over there," she said pouting disappointedly. "Well, slide across, there's another seat belt in the middle, so you can get closer." "Oh, I want to get closer all right. You'll see just how close by the end of the night," she smiled. Oh, oh, that erection was coming back! She slid across the seat and snuggled into me as I pulled the car away from the curb. We made small talk, with me trying to steer the conversation away from sex, just in case my cock burst out of my pants. It's not as though I don't like talking about sex with a beautiful woman but I do like to concentrate on driving, just so I don't kill us! I drove to my favourite restaurant in the city, Mon Jardin at Surry Hills, and parked within a block of the restaurant, not bad for a Friday night. I walked around and opened the car door for Wendy to alight. As she slid across the seat her skirt slid up around mid thigh, and as she parted her legs to step out, I got a good glimpse of naked pussy. She smiled up at me as I held my hand out for her, "Like what you saw," she asked innocently. Stuck for words I think I mumbled something like "lovely legs" or something equally as stupid. She smiled, with a devilish sort of a look, tucked her arm through mine and we walked off to the restaurant. This was going to be some night!! Bill, the maitre de, greeted me with his usual enthusiasm (and discretion). "Mr Collins, so lovely to see you again sir, would you like a table near the garden?" Bill knows I like the garden tables. There are only a few of them, it's in a darkened area of the restaurant and he usually makes sure there's nobody else close. "That'd be fine thanks Bill," I answered. He led us out to the table where the garden is beautifully, but discreetly lit, behind a glass wall. He seated us, took our drinks order then silently slipped away. "Hmmm, well known to the waiter, I see," Wendy smiled with a sort of knowing look. "He's not the waiter, he's the owner and yes I try to come here whenever I'm in the city. The food is excellent, the service impeccable and the ambiance of the place, I feel, is sensational. Also I quite often bring clients here, they usually leave impressed" But I don't bring them at night and I certainly don't seat them near the garden, I thought. "And he's obviously very discrete," she smiled. "I don't know what you mean," I smiled back, feigning innocence. "I'll bet you don't!" she smirked. I was saved from answering by the arrival of our drinks. She sipped her Bloody Mary and I took a swig of my Jack Daniels. "Are you married?" she asked me bluntly. "Yes and no," I replied cautiously. She raised one eyebrow quizzically. "I am separated but still legally married. It's a complicated issue, neither one of us seems to want a divorce but we can't live together either, we fight like cat and dog, and it's not fair on the kids." "How old are the kids?" she quizzed. "My son, he's the eldest, is 16, my eldest daughter's 14 and the youngest is 10. She's the one that really misses daddy. The other two feel they can ring and talk to me anytime but the youngest misses' daddy just being there. It hurts not being with them but it's better than the continual fighting." "Do you still love your wife?" she kept quizzing. "What is this, the bloody third degree?" I was beginning to get a little annoyed. She smiled, "I just wanted to know a little more about you, the person, what makes you tick." "Are you more well informed now?" I asked a little sarcastically. She gave that same slight smile again, raising one eyebrow again. "I know you're still in love with your wife." "I don't deny that, never have done. I just can't live with the bitch!" "Was the sex good?" "Christ, you never give up, do you? Yes she was a great root, probably still is. It was the first thing that attracted me to her. Actually that's not quite right, it was her body that first attracted me. At eighteen she had a drop dead gorgeous body, the sort you just wanted to grab and fuck and it took me 'til the third date before we actually fucked and then after that we fucked at every opportunity. There, you happy now?" I almost snarled it. "Did you want to fuck me, the first time you saw me?" that one eyebrow was raised again. Here goes nothing I thought. This could backfire! "Yes," I answered emphatically. "The moment I saw you in the showroom, you looked sensational, I imagined what it would be like to screw you." "Good." She said simply. Before I could ascertain just what she meant by that one word, Bill arrived to take our dinner order. "What do you mean good?" I asked as soon as he was out of earshot. Now I was the one asking the questions. "I'd have hated it to have been one-sided," she answered, "I wanted to screw you, without even seeing you, the moment you sold me carpet over the phone. I was actually wet after talking to you for the 10 or so minutes we spoke. That's why I wanted to come and meet you face to face and I was wet after that meeting too. And I'm wet now, very wet," she looked directly into my eyes. I thought my cock was going to burst out of my pants. I was as hard as a rock. "Come around here and feel, if you don't believe me." What I couldn't believe, was she was asking me to come and feel her wet cunt, in the restaurant! "Well do you want to feel, or not?" she asked quizzically, the one eyebrow raised again. I stood up, trying to hide my erection, but not succeeding. "Oh goody!" she exclaimed, looking directly at my erection straining at my slacks, "it's obviously very not one sided." I made my way around to her side of the table; she took my hand and drew it up under her dress placing it directly on her pussy. She was right! She was sopping wet! Still holding my hand on her wet cunt, she looked up at me, "I want you! I want you now!" I bent down and kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing around each other, my fingers slipping deep into her wetness. She squirmed and thrust her cunt hard onto my fingers, gasping as I slipped them in & out of her, my thumb working over her clit. She gave a little shudder, and I felt her cunt spasm on my fingers as she orgasmed, her juices flooding my fingers. She smiled up at me, my fingers still buried in her cunt. "Oh god, that was quick. I guess that'll have to do until we get back to my place," she whispered, a little breathlessly. I kissed her again as I withdrew my hand from under her dress, my fingers covered in her juices. Looking her directly in the eyes, I licked my fingers clean. She gave a little mewing sound as she sucked in her breath. "Oh god, don't do that or I will fuck you here and now!" she breathed. We were interrupted by a discreet cough as our waiter approached with our entrées. The food and wine were great as usual but totally forgettable. You could feel the sexual tension in the air. I don't think either of us could wait to get back to her flat! The walk back to the car was punctuated by stops for kissing and groping each other. I had a hard on I thought was going to bust out of my pants, leaking pre-cum. She had a very visible wet patch on the back of her dress where she'd orgasmed in the restaurant. It didn't seem to bother her. "Do you think I'm the first woman to walk down a Sydney street with a wet cum patch on her skirt? I don't think so, nor am I likely to be the last!" she scoffed. I couldn't argue. I just wanted her! Once we were in the car she was at my trousers like a mad woman, undoing my belt and tugging at my zip. She freed my straining, dribbling member slipping her soft hand around it, gently stroking it. "Oh good, you're circumcised, I love sucking a circumcised cock." With that she quickly lowered her head, her tongue licking at my pre cum. "Wendy, I don't think you'd better do that. One, because if you suck it I'll probably blow immediately and two, we're parked directly under a street light." She looked up at me, her face only inches from my cock. "Well, make sure the doors are locked," she said simply and turned back and slipped her mouth over my cock. The feeling was sensational! My ex wife was one of the best cock suckers I've ever come across, or in for that matter, she could deep throat with the best of them. I hadn't come across anyone that could suck cock like she could, until now! She had my cock buried down her throat with the second movement. One hand was massaging my balls and her other hand was up under her skirt, plunging fingers in & out of her own wet cunt. I think I orgasmed first, but I'm not sure. If I did she was right behind me. She swallowed every drop of my cum as she succumbed to her own orgasm. She drew her hand out from under her skirt and I grabbed it, drawing her hand to my face, I licked every finger clean. Her breathing came in ragged short gasps, she whimpered "Take me home and fuck me or I'll staddle you in this car." I didn't need any further encouragement! Back at her place she opened the front door and went running down the hall to her bedroom. By the time I got there she had discarded the dress and was standing near the bed almost totally naked, arms hanging down beside her body. She was left wearing only stilettos, her perfectly shaped breasts heaving, nipples erect, her long slender legs encased in black, lace top stockings, and with the bed light behind her, you could see the wetness glistening on her pussy lips. She looked magnificent! Her chest heaving, she demanded "Are you going to stand there staring or are you going to fuck me?" "I'm going to fuck you," I growled as I ripped my clothes off. I was naked within seconds, clothes strewn all over the floor, I took hold of her. She melted into my arms, our mouths locked together, tongues exploring, probing. My erection was poking into her stomach. She grabbed hold of my cock, stood on her tip toes and guided me into her depths. She was very, very wet and I slid in easily, burying my cock to the hilt. We stood there, mouths still locked together, arms around each other, her rocking back and forth on my rod. Her movements became more urgent, thrusting herself, harder and harder on my cock. I could feel her pussy begin to spasm, her breath becoming ragged. "Oh god, I'm cumming! Don't stop! Hold me tight! Oh god! Oh god! I'm cumming!" Her cunt muscles went into spasm, gripping my cock like a vice as she orgasmed. The Girl From Coogee Ch. 01 It was all I could do not to blow my own load! Her orgasm subsiding, she sort of melted in my arms, a lot of her weight now transferring onto my cock, still stiff inside her. I eased my self out her and she looked at me, with a little pouty look on her face, and I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her the short distance to the bed. Laying her down on her back she immediately spread her legs wide and held her arms open, beckoning me to join her. I didn't need beckoning! I knelt between her open thighs and she reached for my cock, pulling me down to her opening, guiding me into her wet depths. I slid in easily, my cockhead mashing against her cervix, my balls slapping against her arse as I began to drive in and out of her cunt. She pulled me down, her mouth finding mine, my chest crushing against her magnificent breasts. Our tongues entwined as the pace of our fucking increased; my cock felt like it was ready to explode. I was as hard as a rock! Our pace just kept getting faster and faster, hips slamming into each other, my downward thrusts met eagerly with her upward thrusts, our pelvic bones grinding into each other. "Oh fuck, this is so good," she whimpered breathlessly, "fuck me hard. Oh god, it's been so long since I've had sex. Give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh, I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Her orgasm was surprisingly swift, her cunt spasmed once more around my cock, gripping it like a vice, and this time I couldn't hold back! My own orgasm took me over the edge and I spurted what felt like a gallon of cum into her, my cock continually pulsing and squirting 'til my sac was empty. Both our orgasms spent, I gently rolled off her, my cock still semi hard and poking up. We both regained our breath. My arm cradled her as she snuggled into my chest. "Look, your still hard," she exclaimed looking down. "Not as hard as I was," I smiled down at her. Her hand went down and took hold of my cum covered member. "Let me clean you up," she said as she slid down the bed, still holding onto my cock. She looked up at me as her mouth descended down to my cock and she began licking it like an ice cream, up and down the shaft, licking off hers and my cum. When she was sure she'd removed all the juices she took my whole member in her mouth, swallowing me whole, her nose pressing against my pubic bone, my cock disappearing down her throat. My semi hard cock very quickly became rock hard again! Wendy continued to suck, lick and swallow my cock, massaging and sucking my balls as well. After having climaxed twice in a reasonably short time I was sure I could hold on for a while. But boy, could she suck cock! After a few n minutes of extreme pleasure, for me, she raised her body up from her prone position and, keeping hold of my erection with her left hand, swung her leg over my body and immediately lowered her dripping pussy onto my stiff cock. There was no teasing or playing as she took her hand from my member and slammed straight down, the whole of my cock disappearing up into her cunt! She began to move up and down, slowly at first, then increasing her body movements to a combination of backwards and forwards as well as up and down, getting faster and faster. Her head was tilted back as her body leaned back as well, supporting herself with her hands behind her, on my upper thighs. I lay there, watching the look of pure lust on her face, her breasts swinging with her motion, as the perspiration started to glisten on her body. I was enjoying the sensation of my cock constantly brushing against her cervix, the head rubbing her G spot, feeling her juices running down and over my balls, down the crack of my arse soaking the bedclothes. After a few minutes of this action Wendy let go of my thighs and leaned forward over me, her body still riding up and down on my cock, juices running very freely now. Placing her hands on my chest, she looked down at me, "I think I want you to roll me over and give it to me hard," she gasped and started to lift herself up off my cock. I grabbed her hips and slammed her back down on my cock, at the same time thrusting upwards, my cockhead hitting the back wall of her cunt! I continued this action for a few more thrusts, pounding away at her. "Oh Christ, I'm gunna cum!" she screamed. "Oh fuck this is sooo good! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh fuck! Oh Christ! Oh god, I'm cumming! Oh fuck don't stop, I'm cumming!" Her body stiffened, her fingernails digging viciously into my chest, her cunt muscles clutching my cock as she shook uncontrollably in her orgasm. Perspiration dripped from her face and body as her climax seemed to be never ending. The feeling of more of her juices trickling down my balls and the constant clutching of her cunt muscles was beginning to trigger my own climax and with one last upward thrust I began to empty into her, my throbbing, pulsing cock triggering her off again. "Oh fuck, I'm gunna cum again!" she screamed and with that her body stiffened completely and she collapsed onto my chest, totally out of it! It seemed like quite a few minutes she lay prone on my chest, but it was probably only 30 or 40 seconds. It was beginning to be long enough for me to start to become a little concerned. She stirred. Still laying on me, my softening cock still in her pussy and her cheek on my chest, she said softly, "That was the most mind blowing sex I've had in a long, long while." She lifted her head to look down at me, a slightly guilty look on her face. "I know I'm sexually aggressive at times and I certainly know I was tonight. But I wanted you, I've wanted you since our first meeting and I couldn't wait to have you. I haven't fallen madly in love with you or anything like that; I just wanted to have sex with you. So I apologise for being so rude, so demanding and so wanton." My now soft cock slipped out of her and I rolled her gently onto her side, still facing me, my arm around her "Wendy, I can assure you the feeling is mutual. I've been separated for over twelve months now and whilst I've had the occasional one night stand, that's all they've been. This was the best sex I've had since leaving my wife and I really hope we can do it again, soon. And yes, you can be as aggressive and demanding as you like." "Good, I demand we do it again, right now," she said grinning and reaching for my very soft dick. "Honey, forget it. He's very tired, just like his owner." "Well then," she said reaching for the cover, "You may as well just cuddle me to sleep." And I did! Having to work the next day, a bloody Saturday, but we had a major building project on & I needed to be at the site to meet the project manager. I slipped quietly out of Wendy's bed about 5.30am, showered, dressed, kissed her lightly on her forehead and went to work. My mobile phone rang about 9.30am. It was Wendy. "Hi it's me, are we OK?" She sounded a little anxious. Before I could answer, she went on, "it's just that you left without even saying goodbye or anything." Now she was really starting to sound upset. "Honey, stop," I said firmly, "firstly, I did kiss you goodbye, but you were sound asleep. Secondly it was 5.30am and I didn't want to wake you and thirdly, you were lucky I had to go to work, because you looked so beautiful laying there naked, if I hadn't had to come to work I'd have jumped on you and fucked your brains out!" "Oh I'm sorry Rob, I was feeling a little guilty about the way I acted last night. I just didn't want you to think I was a slut or something worse." "Well I don't think you're a slut, but if you want to be a slut, just be my slut for now." I could hear the lightness in her voice now, "Well this slut wants to know when she gets to see you again?" I thought about it for a moment, "You're working tonight and tomorrow, aren't you?" I asked. "Yep, unfortunately, but a girl's got to eat, and feed her kid," she answered. "What days have you got off next week?" I asked "Tuesday and Wednesday, why?" "Can you get someone to pick your daughter up from school and look after her all night?" "Yes, Michelle, my girlfriend will do it. She looked after Amy last night." "Good. I've got quite a lot of time owing to me, so I'll take next Tuesday off and we'll spend all day and all night together. If that's OK with you, of course?" "It's more than OK, my pussy's starting to dribble now just thinking about it." She wasn't the only one, I was starting to get hard thinking about it as well, and remembering the wild sex last night. "Honey, I've got to go, this jobs pretty intense just at the moment. Call me tomorrow when you can and we'll chat. In the meantime I'll try to be patient waiting for Tuesday." "I'll try to be patient too," she purred, "but just be prepared this little slut's going to jump your bone the moment she sees you, bye lover," as she hung up. Tuesday couldn't come quick enough as far as I was concerned. "So what's on for you to want a day off in the middle of the week?" Neil, my boss, asked on the Monday morning, "Is it that cute little brunette the boys were telling me about?" My boss is the original pants man. Eight or so years older than me, I've certainly learnt a lot about women from him. Many's the time he and I have double dated with some chick he's picked up in his travels and found out she had a girlfriend and he's nominated me. Most times we've ended up having a great foursome, or group sex. The problem was, he would think nothing about trying to cut me out if he fancied some chick I was dating. I wasn't about to tell him about Wendy, I wanted this one for myself. "No mate, just got some personal business I need to attend to," I lied. "Yeah, I'll bet," he sniggered and walked off. Tuesday came and it was an absolute stinker of a summer's day! It was already 30 degrees Celsius at 9am (I think that's about 90 Fahrenheit) with promises of being 38-40 during the day. Wendy rang on my mobile about 9.15am. I was already on my way to her place. "Hi lover," she purred, "listen, it's stinking hot already and my flat doesn't have air conditioning and I know, or hope, we're gonna get hot and sweaty. A mate of mine, Steve, is away overseas and I have the key to his flat, which is air conditioned, so I think we should go there." I agreed and she gave me the address. It was only a couple of blocks away from her place, closer to Coogee beach. I knocked on the door about 10am. "Is that you lover?" I heard her ask from inside the flat. "Yep," I answered, "why, were you expecting someone else?" The door opened as she answered "No I just didn't want to open the door to just anybody, dressed like this." My jaw dropped! She was wearing a pair of stilettos, accentuating her great legs, a black crocheted bra, which her stiff nipples were poking through, and a tiny black G string (I think Americans call them thongs) which showed she was still shaving her pussy, it only just covered her pubic mound "Are you going to stand there ogling all day, or are you gonna come in?" She grabbed me by my shirt front, dragging me inside and slammed the door. It was quite cool inside, the air conditioning obviously worked well. Throwing her arm around my neck, she pulled me to her and kissed me passionately, our tongues intertwining, my cock rising rapidly. Her other hand made its way down to my trousers and she grabbed my hardened cock through the fabric. "God I want that inside me," she moaned between kisses. She took my hand and quickly led me to what turned out to be the only bedroom. Steve must have been a bit of a player! The ceiling directly over the king size bed was all mirror panels! Wendy wrapped her arms around me again, looked at me and grinned. "Now I'm gonna be able to watch you fuck me silly." I wrapped my own arms around her near naked body, our mouths locking together again. I grabbed the cheeks of her bare arse, pulling her hard against me, my stiff rod poking into her abdomen. Her hands found my stiff cock again, breaking our kiss she looked up at me, "Are you going to get undressed or am I gonna have to fuck you with you clothes on?" she demanded. Reluctantly I released her and started to undress. She sat on the edge of the bed leaning back, as I continued undressing quickly. I bent over to take my shoes off and when I straightened back up she had slipped her G string off. She was leaning back on the bed again, this time with her thighs spread wide, her pussy glistening with wetness, showing her obvious arousal. She was looking at me with a sort of a dreamy look on her face. I stripped off my undies. "Are you all right honey?" I asked. "I was just thinking how much fun we're going to have today and how I'm going to send you home exhausted," she said dreamily. I moved to the bed and quickly knelt between her parted thighs. Not wasting a minute I lowered my mouth to her bald cunt, her wonderful, womanly musky odour arousing my senses, I could feel the heat travelling down to my cock. I planted my mouth firmly on her mound, my tongue lapping lavishly at her prolific juices. "Oh, that's soooo good," she moaned "just keep licking and I'll come!" She was still leaning back, her hands flat on the bed, her head bent back. I wrapped my hands around her buttocks and pulled her womanly centre harder onto my mouth. I felt her body lowering as she laid down the bedclothes until her upper body was flat on the bed, her buttocks on the edge and her feet on the floor. I spread her thighs as wide as I could and slipped two fingers into her sopping wet hole, moving them gently around trying to locate that elusive "G" spot. Lowering my mouth back down to her mound I flicked her clitoris with my tongue and the resultant body shudder was all I needed to keep going. I concentrated on her clit with tongue and teeth, my fingers probing her cavity. I touched the thickened part of her pussy wall, behind her pubic bone, she moaned and pushed her cunt down against my fingers at the same time pulling my mouth hard against her clit. I kept this action going, her movements becoming accentuated and demanding as she approached orgasm. Rubbing my fingers back and forth quickly over her "G" spot I took her clit lightly between my teeth and flicked it rapidly with my tongue. That was all it took! She screamed! "Oh fuck. Oh Fuck, I'm gunna cum. Oh fuck. I'm coming. Oh fuck, don't stop. Don't stop. Oh Christ. Oh fuck. Ohhhhhh" Her hips were thrashing all over the place, almost as though she was trying to dislodge me and my fingers. I slowed my actions down as her orgasm kept going and going. Eventually her climax began to subside and I gently withdrew my fingers, and pulled my mouth away from her clit. I looked down at her, in spite of the air conditioning, she was bathed in perspiration. Still flat on her back she opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Oh fuck, that was sensational," and looking at my very stiff cock, smiled up at me and said, "Poor baby, we've got to do something about that. We can't have you walking around with that all day, unless it's inside me of course, can we?" With that she reached for my cock and, sitting up on the edge of the bed, she lowered her mouth licking off the pre cum, her lips slipping over my aching member. Without any hesitation she swallowed my cock, taking the head straight down her throat, one hand massaging my shaved balls, the other moving up and down the shaft following her mouth. I loved the way this girl could deep throat, it's an incredible feeling as your cock slips into someone's throat, knowing that it is actually in their throat (I've only ever been with a few women who could actually do it, and wanted to do it). Her ministrations to my cock and balls soon had that old familiar nerve tingling feeling spreading from the general genital area, through my balls and to my cock and I was erupting spunk down her throat. As hard as she tried to swallow it all this was a load I'd been storing, in a state of almost constant arousal, since our date four nights before. She had no hope of swallowing it all, some of it dribbling down her chin and dropping onto her magnificent breasts. My cock still in her mouth I started to go week at the knees with the force of my orgasm. Slipping my cock out of her mouth I said "Honey, move over on that bed or I'm gonna fall on top of you." "Just fall in me lover," she grinned and pulled me down on top of her. My semi hard cock slipped easily into her and we started to fuck in earnest. The fuck lasted a good twenty minutes or so, with her orgasming frequently, before I exploded another load of come, this time deep inside her cunt! We kept this up a good part of the day, stopping for coffee, then lunch which Wendy had prepared, I'd bought the wine. "I didn't want to have to put clothes on, or go out for anything," she smirked as she stood naked, preparing our lunch. Sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a glass of Semillon, looking at her glorious nakedness, I couldn't help but agree! The afternoon passed much the same way as the morning but not as much fucking, more just enjoying some wine, cuddles and the time together, learning more about each other. We ordered pizza for dinner, delivery of course. You should have seen the look on the delivery guy's face when Wendy took delivery of the pizza stark naked except for her stilettos. He'll probably talk about it to his mates for years! It was dark, and still stinking hot and humid outside, when Wendy suggested we go down to the beach for a swim. "I don't have any swimmers with me hon," I said, stating the bleeding obvious! "Just grab a pair of Steve's shorts, he's about your size, that'll do." I shrugged and went looking for some shorts. Finding a pair that fitted OK, most were a bit tight, he must have worked out this Steve, I checked on Wendy. She had wrapped a sarong around her lithe body, obviously no bikini or anything else underneath and barefooted. In spite of all our fucking during the day, looking at her, I started getting hard again. "Come on lover, let's go swim," she said. "Are we walking or driving?" I asked. "Let's drive, it's still too hot too walk." She grabbed a couple of towels and headed fro the door. "Oh, grab that quilt thingy on the bed," she suggested. I looked at the bed, at a cotton spread she was pointing at, and picked it up. For a hot night we managed a parking spot only a short distance from the beach. We made our way onto the sand, along with hundreds of others who all obviously had the same idea. We dropped our towels, and the cotton spread, onto the sand. "Just grab a towel for a minute," Wendy asked. I picked up a towel off the sand. "Hold it up, spread out please." I did as I was asked. She moved right up to it. "Now just wrap it loosely around me." Again, I did as I was asked. She moved her hands under the towel, fiddling with the sarong. "OK, let's go swim," she said and pushed the towel down. She had re-wrapped the sarong so it was just around her hips, bum and upper thighs, sort of like a short hipster skirt, leaving her magnificent breasts totally exposed. She was naked from the waist up! Gobsmacked, I followed her down to the waters edge. She was totally oblivious to the admiring stares from all of the males, and glares from most of the females, as she strode to the waters edge. I caught up with her and she took my hand as we ventured into the cool waters of the Pacific Ocean. Once we were in deep enough we swam out past the line of breakers, not that there was much to swim past, the ocean was very flat and quiet. The Girl From Coogee Ch. 01 I was happy about that, swimming isn't one of my strong points. Treading water, I asked her "Don't you ever get tired of shocking me?" "What are you talking about?" she enquired innocently. "You striding about the beach half naked, is what I'm talking about." "Oh, so I'm the only one here topless, is that it?" She had a point, I glanced around, there were quite a few other women in the surf who were obviously topless. She swam over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her magnificent tits into my chest, pressing her pelvis into my crotch. "Are you cooler now?" she asked sweetly, "'cause I am. Maybe we could fuck here in the water?" "Not unless you want to drown me, I'm not that good a swimmer," I quipped. "Oh all right, let's go back to the beach then, we'll fuck there." And off she swam to the shore! Still wearing her sarong as a short skirt she waded out of the water, the wet sarong/skirt clinging to her every curve, her breast jiggling, nipples stiff from the cold water. She strode up the beach totally oblivious to the lustful stares of most of the men ogling her. Back at our towels, Wendy spread them out and sat down. As soon as I sat on mine she pushed me down flat and pulled the cotton spread over the both of us. No sooner than she had the spread over us she wriggled her way down to my shorts and undid them exposing my cock, under the spread, to her groping hands and the night air. With the cool sea water having cooled my hot cock and her attention it (he) responded immediately, leaping to immediate attention! Wendy wasted no time and slid her mouth straight over him and down the shaft 'til her nose was pressed up against my pubic area, her hand cupping my balls and gently squeezing. She had me down her throat! She started moving her mouth up and down sucking me for all she was worth! Now, picture this scene; hot moonlit summers night, crowded beach, people wandering about everywhere, two people lying on the sand covered by a cotton spread, only one person's head visible, cover moving up and down vigorously about mid cover or groin area. What's a person wandering past going to think? These were some of the comments: "Lucky bastard"; "Let her go for it mate"; "Do you reckon she'd suck mine?"; "It is a sheila, isn't mate?"; "Move over bud, I'll join ya"; etc; etc. She was totally oblivious to all the comments, or more likely, totally ignoring them! I thought, "What the fuck, I may as well just lay back and enjoy it." So I did! Whilst I didn't think I would cum, seeing I'd blow my load so many times during the day, I underestimated Wendy's sucking ability! Within a few minutes I was involuntarily moving my hips, keeping pace with her sucking, her both hands now manipulating and massaging my balls. She was still sucking me down her throat! This girl could suck cock! Just as I was about to blow my load, she stopped sucking. Before I had a chance to protest she slithered her body up mine on top of me, the silk fabric of her sarong tantalisingly rubbing over my body, 'til her face was level with mine. Still on top of me she began to kiss me passionately, I could taste my precum in her mouth, she opened her legs, spread them either side of my thighs and eased her sopping wet cunt onto my rampant cock. We were fucking on the crowded beach! Still with our mouths locked together, tongues probing, I could feel her cunt begin to spasm. She began to moan, her moans stifled by our passionate kissing, as her body shuddered her cunt formed a vice like grip of my cock and I felt the flooding release of her juices. That was enough for me and my own orgasm shook me as my cock erupted spewing what spunk I had left into her waiting cavity! After a few moments, Wendy broke the kiss, lifted her head and smiling down at me whispered, "I think we'd better fuck off out of here, before we get arrested!" Back at Steve's flat, in the coolness of the air conditioning, we sipped on a glass of wine. Looking at her I said admiringly, "You are without a doubt the most unbelievable female I've ever had the pleasure of being with!" "You only say that 'cause I fuck like a bunny," she answered jokingly. "That certainly has a lot to do with it, but you're just so outrageous, you never stop amazing me." She swallowed the last of her wine and looked at me. "Well let me amaze you some more. Let's go to bed and fuck again." "Honey I couldn't go again, I'm totally fucked out. You're a killer." "Well I'm gonna try anyway," she smirked and grabbed me by my limp dick and led me off to the bedroom. But I was right! The moment my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. Tomorrow is another day The Girl From Coogee Ch. 02 The next day, Wednesday, I arrived at Wendy's, after work, about 6.30pm and we went to a local restaurant for dinner. The summer heatwave was still enveloping Sydney, and while we were enjoying the last of a bottle of wine she asked, "Want to go for another swim lover? I know a lovely rock pool I'd like to show you" Imagining a semi naked Wendy in a rock pool didn't take much for to agree enthusiastically! Back at her flat she quickly stripped naked. I reached to grab her but she slipped from my grasp. "Just have to wait lover, there'll be plenty of that to come later. Right now I want to cool off with a swim." She wrapped the familiar sarong around her lithe, shapely body, with nothing else on underneath again, and I changed into shorts, grabbed our towels and a blanket and off we went. She guided me to a spot at the top of a hill, overlooking the ocean not far past Coogee, where we parked the car. Leading the way down the rocks, with only the moonlight to guide us, Wendy said excitedly, "Here we are" pointing to a beautiful rock pool, glistening in the moonlight. Wendy quickly removed her sarong and slid naked into the water. "Come on lover, get in," she demanded. I hesitated a moment, then saw her floating on her back, kicking leisurely, her face, proud 36C breasts and pubic mound the only parts of her body visible. That was all I needed! I quickly dropped the towels and blanket, removed my shorts and joined her in the cool waters. We swam naked, back and forth across the pool. It wasn't very far, probably only 25-30feet. After a few laps we climbed out and sat back on the towels, a few feet from the edge. The cool water had revived us both and we engaged some passionate exchanges, mouths locked together, tongues exploring, hands wandering over each others bodies. My erection was evident very quickly and Wendy wasted no time in massaging it to full strength. "Quick, let's fuck," she said urgently. "What if somebody comes," I answered hesitantly. "They won't and who cares if they do!" She was on her back, legs spread invitingly, her pussy glistening. I'm only human!! I knelt between her spread thighs and lowered my body to hers, my cocking slid easily into her wet pussy as she wrapped her arms around me. I started moving in and out of her as her body responded, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. There was the sound of two splashes, bodies obviously entering the water! "Christ Wendy, there's people in the pool." "So, they're in the pool. Just keep fucking me!" She demanded. Her upward thrusts were getting more and more urgent. But I could hear the swimmers getting closer!! "Wendy, they're going to see us fucking for Christ's sake!" "I don't care," she gasped between thrusts "they're probably gunna do it too. Oh fuck, I'm gunna come! Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Oh shit, this is sooo good!" as she thrust her pelvis up and grabbed my butt cheeks, holding me deep inside her. That did it for me, as her cunt spasmed around my cock, I shot my load deep into her clutching pussy. I sensed, rather than saw or heard, people get out of the water, close to us. I really didn't care, I was laying on top of Wendy, my cock still throbbing in the last throws of orgasm, deep in Wendy's cunt. Wendy was right, they didn't take any notice of us, and as I looked up I saw it was a couple, a shapely blond chick with what appeared to be a young, muscular partner. I could see they were starting to "make out" themselves. I leaned down and kissed her passionately, then whispered, "That's the first time I've ever fucked in public," I grinned. She looked back at me with a smirk, "No, its not the first time you've had sex in public, at all?" I looked at her quizzically then remembered the sex last night on Coogee beach. Smiling at her I said, "I think we should wash off, what do you think?" I eased my still reasonably hard cock out of Wendy's tight cunt, stood up, my half hard erection waving around in front of me and held my hand out to her. She took my hand and I helped her to her feet and we eased ourselves into the rock pool. Treading water we engaged in some more passionate kissing, our hands exploring each others bodies. My half hard cock was quickly becoming hard again with Wendy's hand grasping and stroking. She broke away from me and floated back towards the edge of the pool. I turned onto my back and floated effortlessly in the moonlight, my cock braking the surface of the water. I must have been floating for a few minutes when I felt her hand wrap around my cock. I turned to look at her and nearly sank straight to the bottom of the pool. I wasn't Wendy! It was, I think, the blonde from the couple near where we were! I struggled upright, spluttering and trying to tread water. Still holding my cock, and treading water, with a slight smile on her face, she asked, "Wanna make out?" Quizzically I looked at her, and she was worth looking at, "What did you say?" I asked dumbly. "I said, do you want to fuck? Your girlfriends up there rooting my partner so I thought you might wanna fuck." I looked toward the pool's edge and sure enough Wendy was on her back, her legs apart and this girl's boyfriend, or whatever, had his head between her thighs obviously eating her. At first I was cranky, then thought well shit, I don't own her, then thought lets accept this stunner's offer. Pulling her to me, I wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her ear, "I'd like to fuck your brains out." "Oh goody," she grinned at me and we made our way to the pools edge. By the time we were out of the water I could see Wendy was getting well and truly fucked, both legs were up over his shoulders and he was slamming his cock into her. I could hear her moaning her encouragement to him. She was behaving like a real slut! I was broken from my thoughts by the blonde standing in front of me, it was the first time I could really see her. She was stunning! About five foot three, long blonde hair down past her shoulders, large melon type breasts, narrow waste, full thighs, shapely legs and a shaved pussy. Standing with her legs slightly apart, she was looking at me quizzically. "Well, do you?" she asked. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" "I asked if you liked it doggie, it's my favourite, but he doesn't like it that much," she gestured towards the guy rooting Wendy. "Honey, on your knees, I like it everyway." She dropped on all fours onto our blanket, sticking her pretty arse in the air, thighs apart. I knelt between her thighs and guided my rod into her waiting cunt. There was no resistance, she was obviously lubed up from her boyfriends fuck, and I started pounding away at this gorgeous little things cunt. We set up quite a rhythm and I felt I had plenty of staying power, having already blown tonight . After a few minutes of solid fucking she looked back over her shoulder at me. "Fuck my arse," she demanded. I am definitely not adverse to anal sex! Catherine, my ex wife, loved it! Said she had the best orgasms being fucked up the arse. (We had almost been asked to leave a nudist resort because of Catherine's very vocal orgasms after a night of anal sex. The only thing she liked better than anal was DP.) Sorry, I'm digressing. I was very keen to oblige my lovely little blonde fuck so I quickly withdrew from her clenching pussy, dipped two fingers into her wet cunt extracting some cum and applied it to her puckered opening. "Don't fuck around, just stick your cock in," she hissed at me. "It'll hurt without lube," I hissed back. "I love the pain! Just stick your cock in my arse!" she demanded. Not wanting to disappoint the lady I eased my cock head against her puckered opening. She immediately pushed back hard against my member and the knob disappeared into her anal cavity. "Now, give it to me," she demanded, between clenched teeth. Holding her shapely hips, firmly in both hands, I thrust forward, not giving her any time to catch her breath, my length ploughing all the way up her arse 'til my balls were slapping against her cunt lips. I pulled right back and thrust again, and again, and again. I kept up this solid rooting of her anal passage, she was responding with her own backward thrusts to meet my forward ones. Her grunts and groans slowly turned to moans, and mewing sounds, as her orgasm approached. "Give it to me!" she pleaded, "tip me over the edge as you shoot your spunk up my arse! Fill my arse with your cum! Blow your load in me! I want your juice in my arse!" In spite of the fact I'd already blown in the last half hour or so, I could feel my own orgasm building and with her dirty urgings I got that beautiful orgasm approaching feeling. My balls began to tingle and that sensational feeling along your nerve lines transformed itself into a mind blowing orgasm as I spewed, what spunk I had left, into her waiting, clutching arsehole. "That's it! That's what I wanted! Oh fuck, how good is this!" she screamed as her body shuddered into orgasm. I kept ploughing into her as she went with her orgasm until she began to subside and my cock softened. She fell face down onto the blanket, my cock slipping out of her arse as I fell with her. I rolled to one side, the blonde still lying face down on the blanket. I opened my eyes and looked up. There was Wendy, and the blonde's boyfriend, standing there looking down on us. Wendy had her legs slightly parted and cum was dribbling down the inside of her thighs. She looked bloody fuckable! "I think we could all do with a wash off, don't you?" she said, more to me than anyone else. I struggled to my feet, leaving my blonde lover still lying face down on our blanket, and followed Wendy back to the rock pool. We both floated around effortlessly, occasionally washing bits of ourselves. "What was her name?" Wendy asked. "I don't know, what was his?" "I don't know either," she replied. And we both burst out laughing! After a little while of floating, and occasionally kissing, we made our way back to the edge. Our lovers were gone. When we were back at the flat, sipping on a glass of wine, I asked Wendy how the rock pool "adventure" came about. "When I decided to get out of the pool, after you and I had washed off, I made my way to the edge. I realised I was nearer to the other couple than I thought. He was standing up, still with quite an impressive erection and the blonde was lying on her back, legs apart, with spunk leaking out of her cunt. I must have been staring as I walked back 'cause he said, a little belligerently, "What are you staring at?" "All I could think to say, on the spur of the moment was "nice cock" he then smirked and said "want to suck it?" While I was trying to think of some smart arse reply he said "nice cunt" and I said "want to fuck it?" By this time I was only a few feet away and he just walked forward and grabbed my arm, with the other hand he gently pushed me down to my knees, his hard cock was only inches from my mouth so I opened my mouth and let him slide it in." She told me this all so "matter of factly" like it happened every day. Then I remembered our first meeting when she said she was not going to stand back and miss opportunities in future. She went on, "I could taste his cum, and hers, on his cock. It was extremely horny and erotic sucking a complete stranger's cock with some other bitch's spunk on it. After really giving him a good blow job, it was really a nice cock to suck, he pulled me to my feet and led me to the towel. The blonde was gone, obviously in the water with you, but I didn't know that at the time, and laid me down on the blanket. He pushed my legs apart and started licking me out, you know how I love that, and I came within seconds. I think I came twice more before he finally mounted me, then I lost count of the orgasms, it was one on top of the other, it just seemed I was continually cumming. He finally slammed hard into me and blew his load, it felt like gallons of spunk was spurting into me, there was so much of it, it was leaking out of me before he'd finished blowing. I think it was still leaking out of me ten minutes later when we went looking for you and the blonde." "It was," I assured her "it was running down your thighs." "It was wild, wasn't it?" she asked matter of factly. "I have to say Wendy, there's things I do, and have done, with you I've never done before and am probably unlikely to ever do again." She looked at me quizzically, and then just smiled and said "never say never!" "Anyway what happened with you and the blonde?" I told her about how it started, with the blonde grabbing my cock, then got to the bit about the anal sex. "You mean, she actually asked you to fuck her up the arse?" she asked incredulously. "Yes," I replied. "Wow, what did you do?" "I obliged, being a gentleman, you never refuse a lady." "You screwed her up the arse!" It was more a statement than a question. "Wow," she exclaimed "I've never done that. Don't know that I want to." "To each his, or in this case her own, sweetheart, some women love it, like my ex wife and the blonde, and others don't even want to try it." "What's it like for a man?" She was really curious about anal sex. I tried to explain it without getting too explicit, but enough to satisfy her unbounding curiosity. "It's absolutely essential the lady is relaxed, and you use lubricant and plenty of it." "But you didn't have any lubricant down at the pool," she interjected. Now this was getting tricky, I was going to have to tell her how this chick wanted the pain. So I did. "I did the best I could with the spunk that was dribbling out of her pussy, it just enabled me to penetrate, and I fucked her, she wanted it to hurt before it got pleasurable. In answer to your earlier question, it's very, very tight. And it really grips your cock, right along the whole length. It is an incredible feeling, sensation and you need all your control not to blow your load immediately." Wendy just looked at me, probably with a slight look of astonishment. Then she looked at my crotch and saw my erection. "Christ," she said "you've cracked a hard on just talking about it. Is it that good?" "It's that good!" She got up and walked over to me, knelt down in front of me, unzipped my fly and extracted my cock. "My god, you're dribbling." She rubbed the pre cum around the head of my cock, I shuddered involuntarily. "Jesus, you're rock hard. Do you want to fuck my arse?" "Yes!" "Well, I'm sorry, you're not going to. I just don't want to try it, but I'm going to give you a blow job you'll never forget and then you can fuck me anyway you like!" She was as good as her word! Heading home, in the old restored LTD, many hours later I pulled up at some traffic lights. An old Capri convertible, with two very skimpily dressed, gorgeous girls in it, pulled up alongside me. "Nice car mate" the driver said "want give us a ride? We'll give you a ride if you like." With that her passenger slipped her short skirt back revealing a very neatly trimmed, landing strip leading to her pussy. Any other time I'd have jumped at it, but I was knackered. "Thanks girls, but I'm all fucked out!" "Your loss mister" and off they drove. Ah, the story of my life I thought, and headed off home!