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A Day in the Sun

By: Hedoliz



As I have told you before, my "stories" on the Internet are truthful to an extent, but only up to a point. The rest is bullshit. I'm not as brave as you might think I am, and I am certainly not as brave as I like to think I am either. All Sunday night I fantasized of all the erotic fun Jim and I were going to have on Monday at the beach and I promised myself that I would follow through on my fantasies. My plan was that I was going to wear my crotches loin cloth from the parking lot to the beach, We were going to find a semi secluded spot (if we could) where we could get sexual with one another, and if everything worked out I was going to give him a blow job there on the beach or maybe even fuck him, and if one or two horny men happened to see us as they walked by or stopped to watch us then all the better. Even now, after the day is over, I still get horny thinking about that.

Unfortunately, it never happened that way. It normally doesn't.

We left the house around 10 AM. We had taken a couple of changes of 'clothes' for me, my crotches loin cloth, a cooler with a 3 liter bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, our backgammon set, a blanket, a small duffle bag to carry the clothes and our personal affects, and two light weight aluminum folding chairs. Black's Beach is 90 miles from our house so I figured that we would get to the top of the cliffs by about noon or maybe earlier. We got as far as Del Mar before we realized that it would take us a little longer. The San Diego County Fair is currently being held at the Race Track (or at least I think that's what it was) and there was a huge traffic jam. Had we known in advance we could have taken an alternate route, but it was too late by the time we had realized our mistake? It took us about 45 minutes to negotiate our way through the traffic and get back up to speed again.

It was 12:15 when we got to the cliffs and there were already a LOT of cars in the parking lot. Let me take this paragraph and describe to you the setting of Black's Beach. It becomes important later in the account of what happened. It is a stretch of beach approximately 3 miles long from the North end, which is primarily a gay area, to the South end which is primarily straight. The ratio at the straight section is perhaps 25% couples and 75% single men. The parking lot sits on top of the bluffs and is the home of the Torrey Pines Hang Glider Port, where people go to rent Hang Gliders or bring their own and use it as a launching pad. As a result, there are always a mix of "nudists" and "non nudists" sharing the same parking lot. There were already a lot of gliders in the air and there was a lot of activity around the main building.

I took one look at all the people, and decided that I was NOT going to change into my loin cloth. There were just too many people. I just couldn't see myself being so daring with so many non nudists there to see. I decided just to wear the shorts and the Tee Shirt that I had worn from home. Jim was a little disappointed since I had told him what I planned to do, but he took it in stride since I promised him that I WOULD wear them on the way back to the car. I knew that we would probably be staying until 7 PM or maybe even later and by that time there would be far fewer people. So much for mistake #1 for the day.

The trail down the cliffs is a short one (only 300 to 400 footsteps) but it is extremely steep. There are places on the trail where you literally have to hold on to the rocks and ease yourself down to the next step by reaching out with one leg, finding a foothold, and then easing the rest of your body down. As we went down I fantasized about the really great "spread eagle" I would have presented to anyone had I only had the nerve to have worn my crotches loin cloth. There was only one guy who would have seen me actually spread open, but I could tell that he would have enjoyed the hell out of it since his eyes were fastened on my crotch anyway, even in my modest shorts, as I bend down and spread my legs maneuvering one of the steps.

When we reached the bottom we hiked north for about 200 - 300 yards, found a place to lay the blanket, stripped off our clothes, and settled down for a good day of "fun in the sun." It really feels liberating being naked, and the weather was perfect. It wasn't too hot and their was a wisp of a cooling breeze. Jim set up the Backgammon game and opened the bottle of wine. He poured us each a glass so we could "loosen up" a little before we took our walk. We always take "walks" when we are at the beach. Don't ask me why (I'm sure it's psychological) but I feel more at ease being daring when I'm passing "through" the scenery rather than "being" the scenery. That being said, I certainly wasn't being modest while we played Backgammon. I made it a point of being 'careless' with how my legs were positioned when I sat and when I lay down, so I knew that if anyone walked by they could see everything.

After a few games, I put on my crotches loin cloth, leaving my breasts bare, of course, and, drink in hand, we walked north. When you are on a "nude" beach and everyone else is nude, the crotches bottom I now wore gathered me more attention than if I were totally nude. It's not what an observer "sees" that is important, it's what he "thinks" he sees. I felt deliciously wicked walking along the beach with just a small flap in front covering my pussy and a small flap in back that covered my ass. We walked all the way to the northern end of the beach, a good 40 minute walk, and I made sure that there were many times, specially when we stopped to have a cigarette, that I put on a pretty good show to whoever was nearby. There were way too many people to seriously think about fucking or sucking, but Jim did manage to insert his fingers inside me once or twice while we sat on the sand and I held his cock for a while we were walking and we were far enough from everyone so that it didn't look obvious that I was trying to show off. We finally got back to our blanket and I removed my bottoms again. We poured another big glass of wine and set up the Backgammon game once more. I was even more "careless" with my legs while we played and I knew that Jim was getting excited because he couldn't seem to keep his eyes on the board. The sight of his wife publicly displaying herself on the beach was beginning to get to him.

Then, probably about 5 PM, it happened.

I was sitting on the blanket with my knees up (and spread, of course) with my arms crossed over my knees when another couple walked by. They were dressed and each of them carried a beach towel. She had a bag slung around her neck but they carried no chairs, no cooler, no anything else. As they walked by they looked at us and smiled. They walked about fifteen feet further, lay their towels on the sand, and stripped off their clothes. They held hands and ran down to the water, laughing and giggling as they went.

Our blanket was about mid distance from the cliffs to the shore and we had an unobstructed view of the water. I watched as they played together on the shore and in the water. At one point she even climbed up on his shoulders and straddled his neck as he waded into the water and of course his hands were on her ass helping to balance her. Even from this distance I could tell that her cheeks were wide open and we could hear their squeals of laughter as he flipped her forward off his shoulders and into the water. They played like that for about five minutes and then returned to their towels. I pretended not to watch when they returned, but of course I did. And so did Jim. The man laid down on his back on one of the blankets and she jumped on him and squatted down on top of him. Her knees were spread, one on each side of him, and she bend her head down and kissed him passionately. At first we thought they were going to fuck, but unfortunately they didn't. She just sat there on top of him looking erotic as hell and I could see Jim's cock beginning to grow. I knew that he was getting turned on and I berated myself for not having had the nerve to get that intimate with him yet. The truth is that with all my bragging, I'm still afraid of being too bold.

I told Jim to pour us another glass of wine, hoping not only to get his attention back to me and away from them, but to loosen me up a little more so I could be as carefree and uninhibited as they were. He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and poured another glass of wine. I knew that he wanted to continue watching them

A few minutes later, she was off him and they were sitting side by side. They were obviously talking. We couldn't hear what they were saying so we knew they must have been keeping their voices down on purpose. There was only about fifteen feet between us and if they had been speaking normally we would surely have heard them.

Suddenly they stood up and walked over to us. She introduced herself as Angel and he told us his name was Rigor. I'm not lying, those were the names they gave us. I hadn't noticed it earlier, but she had a pierced clitoris and there a tiny ring hanging there. They wanted to know if we wanted to share a few joints with them. They told us that they had seen us and picked the spot to put down their towels because we looked like we might be a fun couple. I didn't know what a "fun" couple meant to them, but I knew what it meant to me and I knew that I wasn't prepared for that kind of fun. I may love to show off now and then, but having sex with another couple wasn't my cup of tea. But the thought of getting high was attractive so we agreed. He went back to their towels and came back with her bag.

She was sitting cross-legged in front of us when he handed her the bag. She opened it and withdrew three medium sized joints. She lit one, took a deep hit, and passed it to Rigor, who in turn passed it to me. As we smoked, we talked, and the more we talked the more it became obvious that their idea of "fun" had nothing to do with swinging or sex or anything of that nature. They just wanted to meet another couple that they felt comfortable enough with to be able to sit down and smoke with. I could empathize with her. When we're at a nude beach we've always felt that it would be imposing on another's 'space' to boldly go up and introduce yourself the way they did. It's hard enough when you have a suit on at a regular beach, but when you're completely naked it's just hard to get up enough courage We had assumed they wanted to have sex with us when they first approached and I think that in the back of my mind I had always assumed that people would think the same about Jim and I if we had ever approached someone else. It's funny how psychology works. You would think that being naked with other naked people would break down the barriers, but in reality it just creates new and different ones.

We shared what was left of our wine with them and we apologized that we didn't have more to offer but they told us not to worry. They told us that they came to the beach maybe once a week and had been doing so for about a month and that we were the first ones they had ever had a conversation with. As bubbly a personality as she had it came as a surprise to me, but I wasn't about to question her truthfulness,

During the second of the three joints that we passed around Jim got up enough courage to ask her about the lit ring. Not only wasn't she embarrassed about it, she spread her legs open and showed us how it was attached and where the holes were and everything. She even encouraged Jim to feel it and pull on it a little if he felt like it. She seemed very proud of it. It made me a little depressed when I thought of how I had been afraid of the crowd of people and how I had let the day pass without living up to my fantasies and my promises of the night before. Here she was sitting on Rigor's stomach, letting Jim play with her lit ring, and I, who was supposed to be the slitty little wench that Jim loves so much, had been too much of a coward to do any of those things. I was jealous of her complete openness about sexuality and nudity, and I found myself getting a little turned on by her myself. That being said, no, I'm not talking about thinking of her in any lesbian way. I'm still straight and had no desire to have sex with her, but my jealousy was born of admiration for her courage, and the admiration made me think of myself doing the same things, and thinking about THAT was making me horny.

We talked and laughed and kidded and discussed for another hour or more and it soon came time to leave. They were the first that said they had to go, but it was time for us as well. We all got up and collected our things and, still talking, we headed for the long climb back up the hill. We were all still naked, but when we got to the bottom of the hill I stopped and opened up the duffel bag and pulled out my shorts and Tee shirt and started to get dressed. Jim nudged me. He didn't want to say anything, but he pointed to the loin cloth. I know I had promised, but the line of people walking up the hill was a small army. It seemed that everyone was leaving at the same time.

I thought of what my naked count and ass would look like to anyone behind me as I was forced to spread myself open climbing the stairs, and I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it. But I just couldn't do it. I wanted to, I really did. I wanted it badly. But I just couldn't It was one thing to lay on the beach naked and be exposed like that, but there, everyone else is naked as well. Going up the trail was something else. Everyone was dressed. And when I got to the top I would have to walk all the way to the van, which was at least 150 yards away from the trailhead, across a parking lot full of cars and people getting ready to leave, the nudes from below as well as the people from the hang gliding port. Jim reminded me of my promise, and I was sorely tempted, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

I shook my head sadly and put on the pair of shorts and the T shirt. Before he said anything else, I turned and started climbing the hill. I hated myself for my timidity, but I was afraid. And to be truthful, I couldn't even begin to explain why. After I had taken about 15 to 20 steps I stopped to catch my breath. Yes, the trail IS that steep, particularly the bottom part.

In a few moments the others caught up to me, and they rested as well. I waited while they too caught their breath and we continued talking while they rested. In the meantime, several other climbers caught up to us and passed us. They were obviously more muscular and in better shape than we were. Finally, Angel indicated that she was ready and she began climbing again. I looked up as she climbed and my heart almost stopped. She was wearing a Tee shirt like mine, but she didn't wear any shorts on underneath. She was walking up the hill like I had fantasized I would. SHE was the one with the courage, not me. Every time she took a step up one of the stairs her ass was prominently displayed and whenever she came to one of the larger steps, where you really had to stretch, she would open up and you could clearly see EVERYTHING. Both of her 'holes' were open wide and everyone who was behind her was getting a show worthy of any of the bottomless bars that proliferate in Southern California.

It made me angry. It should have been me. It could have been me. It WOULD have been me had I had the courage of my fantasies and stayed true to my promise to Jim. But now it was too late. She had stolen what should have been mine. She was the one getting the attention. I debated taking off my shorts and joining her in showing off, but I knew that the moment had passed. If I did it now it would seem like she had given me permission, and I didn't feel right trying to "keep up" with her. I thought about stripping off my top and climbing topless, but the same thing applied. I was fated to watch her expose her crotch all the way to the top of the hill and always have memories of what might have been. I tried imagining the thrill and the rush that must be going through her head as the clothed climbers climbed up behind her, saw her open womanhood as she stretched for the next step, and I envied her. And of course I didn't have to imagine what she must feel like that much, since I had already imagined it before. A thousand times before. And I didn't have to imagine what was going through the minds of the men who were climbing behind us felt either, because I could see it in their eyes as they ogled her and when they purposely made sure that they took their "rest stops" slightly behind us. There was only one man who actually passed us and by his demeanor I assumed he was gay. There was one couple that passed as well, and I could tell that even he would have preferred to stay behind us, but of course his girl friend (or his wife) wasn't really interested so by us they went. But they were smiling, not frowning.

By the time we reached to top there was a fan club mentality to all of the followers. None had said a word, never gave any indication that they had just seen what they had seen, yet it was obvious that they had or they would have passed us a lot earlier since we were going slow and taking a lot of breaks.

As we walked across the parking lot I walked behind Angel and watched. Even on the level ground the bottom part of her ass was fully exposed. When she and Igor reached their car she turned around and I saw that her pussy was also showing. The Tee shirt was larger than her normal size (I assumed it was Igor's) but it still wasn't long enough to cover her completely. As I said before, I don't have any lesbian tendencies, but the sight of her pussy exposed like that in the parking lot was turning me on like nothing else I could imagine. Except of course if it had been MY pussy exposed, which of course it wasn't because of my stupidity and my irrational fear, and I became angry at myself again.

She opened the door to their Jeep Cherokee and got in, leaving the door open. She looked around in the glove compartment, got a piece of paper and a pen and wrote out their phone number. Then she handed me the pen and another blank piece of paper and asked if I would mind giving them ours. I took hers and quickly wrote our number on the blank piece of paper and gave it back. She told us that maybe the next time we came to the beach we could all come together. They only lived about 15 miles from us. I noticed too that the whole time we were writing out the numbers the door was open and she had pulled the Tee shirt up above her butt so she didn't have to sit on it. It was all the way up to her stomach and her bare pussy was pointed out the door. She never acted as if she was 'purposely' showing herself or even that she was aware of it. She acted as if this was normal and was no big deal. A man walked by while we were talking and I could see his eyes open wide with surprise as he saw her. She never even acknowledged that she was aware of his presence. She just kept talking as if she were fully dressed.

Finally they said good-by and left. I felt like shit. I had fucked up the day in so many ways that I couldn't even begin to count them. I felt sorry for Jim and I felt sorry for myself. But I'm sure that Jim understood. He knows me. He knows that I can talk big, and fantasize big, but I'm still trapped into taking baby steps each and every time we decide to have an erotic night or weekend. Wanting to do something and actually doing it are two different things, and even though we have had a lot of memories of doing things that most people don't, each and every time I have to face my fears and my insecurities all over again.

Yes, we had a videotape made of us fucking ourselves silly, and yes, we had flashed truckdrivers on various freeways and highways occasionally, and yes, I had danced naked for a group of complete strangers at a bachelor party, but these erotic moments, and others, were moments in which WE were in control. Each and every time we had planned our moves, mapped it out in advance, known what to expect and had risked little. But here, at the beach, we had no control. We were at the mercy of circumstance.


A Day in the Sun



I was lying on the beach daydreaming, the sand sticking to the warm flesh of my naked thighs and arms. It was a warm day, so I lay on the waters edge, the tide playfully licking at me feet and daringly crawling further up my legs with each splash on the shore.

The water was a little cold, so my flesh goose-bumped and my pussy began to ache in nervous anticipation of the rising tide. My soft pink nipples hardened.

The sunlight that was warming my freckled skin was suddenly shadowed. Shielding my eyes from the sun, I tried to make out who was blocking my way, but all I could make out through my squinting eyes was a masculine stranger.

"You're going to get wet." He said as he reached out a hand towards me.

"Um, yeah, I know….." I said as I took his hand. He pulled me up in one strong, graceful movement.

As I came to my feet, my face came within inches of a straining hard-on beneath his shorts. My pussy gushed with lust.

The stranger walked me to where my belongings were. I sat down to put my shoes on as he stood silently in front of me. I couldn't help but keep looking at the hard-on dieing to break out of his pants – I just knew he could smell the juices dripping down my thigh.

In my distracted state, I put the wrong sandal on the wrong foot. 

"Here, let me help you." The stranger said.

He knelt down and gently began brushing the sand from my feet. He was looking directly into my eyes and I couldn't look away. Moving his hands slowly up my legs, without a word he was daring me to stop him. I couldn't.

I swallowed hard as his hands found their way to the inside edge of my shorts. I knew he was sensing how wet I was getting, and this excited me even more. My cunt gushed warm juice as his fingers slid under my shorts and began exploring my throbbing lips. He began to stroke me.

Knowing by now, that I wasn't going to stop him, the stranger's free hand began to unbutton my shorts. The nakedness of my pelvic bone pleasantly surprised him as he removed my shorts exposing my aching cunt to the ocean.

His soft pink lips kissed my stomach as his hands removed my shirt. My perky nipples exposed to the sky, I was completely and unashamedly, naked.

He gently bit and licked my nipples as he gently inserted one and then two fingers into my wet pussy, and began to finger fuck me.

He bought me to the edge of orgasm then backed off, leaving my thighs sticky and my pussy wanting more.

He dived between my legs, and began to eat me out.

His tongue darted in and out of the soft folds of my cunt and he rubbed my now oversized clit with determined skill. As my back arched and my tits reached for the sky, my pussy exploded in a joyous burst of warm juices and he sweetly licked them off my thigh.

He stood before me, satisfied with my warm glow, as his cock strained harder beneath his shorts.

I knelt before him and greedily reached into his pants, and exposed his throbbing cock to my waiting lips.

I ran my tongue over the head of his penis, tasting the sweet, pre-cum I knew was from his previous excitement about being between my legs.

I grabbed his ass with my hands and slowly took his entire cock into my mouth. He moaned with pleasure as his hands ran through my hair and my lips ran along the full length of his spectacular hard-on.

I pushed him down onto the sand and continued working on bringing him to the same joyous ecstasy he had with me. His muscles tensed and his moans grew louder as I ran my lips and mouth up and down his throbbing hard-on.

I slid my body onto his, kissing his neck and face, and teased him further by rubbing my extremely wet pussy along the entire length of his cock. He was dieing to thrust it into me, but I wouldn't let him.

We both couldn't take it anymore as he grabbed me by the hips and threw me over onto the sand. Thrusting himself deep into the folds of my sweet, wet cunt, he pounded me like our lives depended on it.

Our lips bit at each other in raw animal lust. He took my now erect nipples into the warmth of his mouth, sucking and licking at them furiously.

His cock thrust harder and deeper into my pussy as I screamed out in pleasure. My hands clawing into his back, I came sweet, sticky cum, coating his cock as he also groaned and shot his warm, sticky load into my waiting pussy. We both collapsed into each other and drifted off into a warm, fuzzy sleep.

As I woke up, the sun setting, my stranger was gone.

I rubbed my eyes and put my shoes on.

"Maybe I will come back to the beach again tomorrow," I said, to know one in particular as I headed over the sand dunes and home.



A Day in the Sun



Gracie Reed decided to go and relax by the pool one Saturday afternoon, just to lounge around and catch up on some reading. Before she put her two-piece on she looks at herself in the mirror, she liked her reflection; she thought that she was good-looking woman. Long black hair, blue hues in it making it almost raven like black. Dark blue eyes, like the deepest blue of the ocean. Her face was almost flawless in color and tone, save the little scar on her chin from the dog bite she received as a young girl. With a body that's nice and curvy, flat stomach, shapely legs, smooth skin, and her breast were a beautiful shape at a size C. They curve a bit allowing her large firm nipples to point upward. The color of her nipples and areola's, she noticed are a perfect light brown, she contributes the color to having had two kids. 

Jonathan Reed her husband, loves her size C's, and tells her how beautiful they are every chance he gets. He loves to touch and fondle them as well, rubbing her nipples between his fingers and squeezing gently, he does this as often as he can too. Gracie turned a bit to look at her ass, Jonathan always says it looks like a heart, but she can't see it, she decides that Jonathan sees it from the vantage point of fucking her from behind or when she is on her hands and knees giving him a wonderful head job, and does not dispute his comments. She bends over a little to see more of her womanly beauty, she likes what she sees, and it turns her on to look at her pussy. She slides on her bottoms and then her top, a dark blue suit that enhances her body very nicely.

On her way into the kitchen now, she grabs her favorite towel. Once in the kitchen she fixes herself some ice water in a thermal container and finds her book and the lip balm with sunscreen in it, her body oil as well. She looks around the kitchen for her sunglasses and clock, finding them and her sandals, with all her pool paraphernalia in hand she heads out the back door of her country home and to the pool. Gracie is really looking forward to this time of relaxing in the sun.

Out at the pool she got her mat and spread her towel out on it. Placing everything within her reach, the putting on her oil, taking care to hit all her exposed skin, rubbing up and down her legs, taking a little touch of her mound on her way up to her tummy, then her breasts feeling the beginnings of erect nipples and then continuing on with the oil, she glistens like a diamond now in the sun. 

With that done, she looks around at the grounds and sees that they are shaping up really well. A tall privacy fence, with flowers and plants placed around the deck, in the enclosed the pool area. There were several lounge chairs set out so that when they had guests they would feel all the comforts of a resort. To the right side of Gracie, in the corner was a glass-topped table with an umbrella in the middle of it, wrought iron chairs with flower print cushions surrounding it, a simply perfect place to have a quiet lunch. The table, chairs and lounge chairs all match. 

Where Gracie lay, if you looked to the left, near the entrance of the pool area there stood a very full apple tree. This tree was used to give shading to the grassy area where the double swing stood. The swing was able to seat up to 4 adults, two on each side, and 2 small children. If the whole family was over and the kids just had to sit with you then there was plenty of room for them. On the other side of the fence, in the neighbors yard stood a tall dogwood tree and a magnolia tree. These added some shading where the table stood. This place was a great get away, especially if you didn't want to go anywhere. One time, when Gracie was out reading, she gave herself a quickie while on the swing. Reflecting, she remembers that day well. 

She sat on the swing reading one morning, one leg up in the seat and the other on the ground to push the swing. The feeling of the light breeze between her legs turned her on, and she began to massage herself. She puts the book down and with sexy ease, pushed her shorts off. She can feel the excitement building as she anticipates what she is about to do. She pulled her legs together and just ran her hands from her collarbone down her body, touching her nipples, now hard, then her tummy, to the top of her pussy lips. She barely touches it, teasing herself, thinking that maybe a neighbor is watching. With the middle finger of her right hand, she dips into her pussy, just a bit; a small moan escapes her lips. 

She spreads her legs a bit now and exposes more of her beautiful womanhood. With the other hand she pinches her nipples and caresses her body. Working her way down to her pussy now she spreads her lips open with her left hand, this turns her on even more. Legs spread wider now and with the air hitting her wetness, she reaches in and gets some of her moisture and rubs her clit around with it. It's really swollen now and she just rubs around the sides of her clit so as not to touch the tip of it, as it is so sensitive she doesn't want to come yet, she wants it to last as long as possible. She is so wet now and it just adds to her pleasure, feeling it all slick and soft, she brings her fingers to her mouth to taste. 

"Oh," she moans. By now she is totally engrossed into what she's doing and her legs are up in the air, rubbing and now her pussy urges her to insert a finger in. In and out, faster and faster she fingers herself, out now and back to her very swollen clitoris she lightly touches it. "Oh, oh, god this feels so good, mm." She moans in a low voice. Rubbing to one side then the other, to the tip of it then back to her vagina, playing this was for a few more minutes, until she feels her climax approaching, faster and faster it head towards her, like a fright train on an urgent trip. 

Coming to its destination, she feels it, coming closer, closer, 'oh,' closer, rubbing it, feeling all the intensity coming to her and then, it happens, she is coming in wave after wave of delight, having been hit by the train. Spasm after spasm assails her, she fingers herself slowly, savoring the moment and then relaxes into a peaceful nap on the swing, not bothering to dress yet, just nap. 

How nice she thinks to herself. She quite often indulges her sexual side while out side. Gracie loved to go out to her pool when the sun was high and just relax and enjoy her time there. There are times after swimming that she would take her suit off and lie in the water on her float and relieve her sexual tension, her legs spread wide, hands fondling her pussy, to her the excitement of coming out side was great. The orgasm's she would have were always very intense.

Today she was in just one of those moods, but she didn't know it yet. Her husband had some work to catch up on at work so she was a little down about that. A day in the sun would make it all better she thought to herself.

Lying down on her mat, on her stomach, she decided to tan her back first. Undoing the clasp of her top and pulling the straps off her shoulders, she had already begun to feel the tension leave her body and she was not even touching herself.

"Ah," she said, as she retrieved her book from her bag that she used to carry her things. She looked at her clock; it was 11:30 AM. She decides to read for a half hour then flip over on to her back. 

The book she was reading was about an eighteenth century prostitute that has fallen in love with one of her customers, the scene she was reading had been very hot.

"Oh Maurice, yes, yes, fuck me." Angelica said as she pushed her ass back hard onto Maurice's cock. He was fucking her from behind with such force that she thought she may pass out, but Angelica did not care, for she was falling in love with Maurice. She would do anything for him and has; her profession had called for it. He was massive in her, she could feel all of him, in and out of her he went, then reaching around her he began to massage her clitoris and send her flying with passion and desire, this causing her to want to pull herself off of him and turn to suck his cock. She does.

"Oh shit yes, you such it, suck it good." Maurice said with his hands on her head and pushing himself into her mouth. He feels his balls constricting as the pressure builds, but he stops just shy of coming.

"Lay down my dear, I want to make love to you." He says, while helping her gently on to the bed. He mounts her and enters her, and she moans into his neck, coming almost……….

"Damn, you look good," said Jonathan, scaring her out of her wits and making her jump, bringing her down from her sex cloud. Gracie was so engrossed in the reading of it that she never heard Jonathan come up.

"Crap", she said, breathless, her heart beat a mile a minute and she was mad for a moment. "You scared the crap out of me, crap".

"I am so sorry," Jonathan said, horse laughing uncontrollably. "Really," he said, taking a breath, "I didn't mean to scare you, but you really do look damn good you know all wet looking with that oil all over you." Jonathan had reached her by now and was kissing her on her shoulder and Gracie's anger turned to bliss with the sensation of his lips on her skin.

"Mm, that feels really good, but I'm all sweaty," she said as he started to kiss the back of her neck and on down to her shoulder blades. "Isn't that icky to you, salty?" she asked him as he continued down to the small of her back.

"Nope, not at all, I want you, I really do." He said with a husky voice, and by that she knew that he did.

"I know you do and well, I want you too, but can I finish roasting first?" she said with a giggle.

"Sure, I'll clean the pool and roast a bit myself." With that he planted a very passionate kiss on her, his tongue parting her lips and she was unable to resist him. She let him explore her mouth like a spelologist explores a cave. By this time, Gracie has realized that her time is up and she turns over. Jonathan continues to kiss her wantonly, and then licks his way down to the swells of her very perky breasts, using his tongue to trace the edges of her top, tasting the salt and looking intently at her firm mountains. He truly loves them. Again she protests and he gets up with a smirk on his face and a wink in his eye that says, "Oh, I have got you under my spell now, my dear". Gracie knows it too.

"I want you." He says again, with that wink.

"I know, you have mentioned that already, and now you know that you shall have me, you bad, bad boy!" Gracie said as if reading from her novel, she tweaked her nipples and winking back at him, giggling again. "You just be ready for me honey, cause you got my motor running now. Your ass is mine tonight Reed."She often called Jonathan by their last name.

"You got it." Jonathan said as he started toward the pool vacuum and to get the other things needed to clean up the pool, which was not all that bad but he always wants it nice for Gracie.

When Gracie looks at Jonathan she sees a man devoted to her, he has loved her from the first time they met it seems. They both knew that they were made for each other. The way Jonathan looks now as opposed to when they met is not very different. He still had a head full of dark blond hair, which does get lighter during the summer months. His eyes are a light shade of green that at times may look darker, with yellow flecks in them, and he keeps a very nice goatee. He is a very handsome specimen of maleness. He has bulked up a bit in their 20-year marriage, but is still built very well, and is always able to maintain what is needed to keep Gracie happy. He takes pride in the fact that he can still fuck her like nobodies business. She takes pride in that too. 

Getting into the pool with his pool vacuum he said, "the water is not as warm as it was the other night." He had already removed his shorts.

"Then I'm not getting in," said Gracie. So she lie there basking in the sun as Jonathan hooks everything up. As she lies there she is playing with her nipples, Jonathan started it, she thought to herself. She was feeling very turned on by this time and started to lightly touch and caress her skin with the tips of her finger nails. Her nipples were not firm when she started this but now she can feel them getting firmer and firmer with each passing second, she begins to let her legs sway back and forth as she lies on her back. She can feel the moisture in her pussy begin to increase as she continues. She wonders if Jonathan is looking at her, when she last looked up a moment ago he was vacuuming. She could feel gooseflesh rise up on her skin as she continued to roll her nipples in between her fingers. Gracie has one hand on her pussy rubbing gently and teasingly. The next sensation Gracie feels is a wet hand on her foot as Jonathan was starting to massage her foot and ankle. This sent more tingles all over her. She was positioned in such a way that he could see her covered pussy and how it moved in time to Gracie's swaying leg. 

Gracie wants more than just a massage, and she moans to let Jonathan know her desire. He pulls on her legs to let her know that he wants her to scoot down toward the edge of the pool. 

"What are you thinking?" Jonathan asked her, as he was helping her get closer to the edge.

"I was just thinking that you might be hungry, and that I should let you eat me." "You want?" she asked him; her pussy was aching to be touched.

"I think you're right, I am hungry, and your sweetness needs attention." He said.

Now with her legs in the water to her knees, he begins to seductively take her bottoms off and tosses them into the water. Gracie moans in delight. He kisses her knees and slides his tongue up her leg as he massages her mound and plays in her trimmed pubic hair, she is still playing with her nipples and tonguing her fingers at the same time. Her back arched and low guttural moans escape her mouth. Jonathan takes his hands and spreads her open for the world to see, she loves it. She is a bit of an exhibitionist. He steps back and admires the dish set before him, licking his lips and feeling his mouth water as he thinks about what he is about to partake of. His cock is starting to stiffen at the sight and thoughts of what he is about to do to her. He moans. She moans. 

Placing his hands on her again, he bends a little and with his fingers, he spreads her pussy lips open and out shines her ready and waiting clit. She feels the sun's heat on her pussy, and feels the need of his attention, he can see the juices flowing from her vagina, and he can wait no longer, he dives right in. 

He rams his tongue into her with force and purpose, in and out, licking and sucking her juice into his mouth, while making slurping noises that one might make while eating a juicy peach. Her juice flowing freely, Jonathan can feel it running down his chin. Waves of delight are running through Gracie. Her moans, the smell of her, causing is cock to twitch in the water. His fingers spreading her wider, her clit is swollen and hard. He tongues it and flicks it at the very tip with his tongue hard on it, causing Gracie to move her hips up and down uncontrollably. He slides two fingers into her hot pussy and finger fucks her, making her moan even louder, not realizing the neighbors are out. Neither one of them cares, she moves as he fingers her eager cunt, shaking at this point as her climax gets closer and more intense then ever thought possible. She pushes her pussy closer to his face. "Oh god that feels so good, I'm ready to come, uh, uh, now," she said as she rises up a bit to watch him eat her. 

"Oh god, oh god, I'm coming," she screams, pulling his face into her pussy, grinding her hips against his face, up and down in a small sexy motion, as he licks and finger fucks her to the best orgasm she has ever had under the sun. Literally. As her orgasm subsides a bit she is still moving her hips and he continues to finger her. "Oh, baby, that still feels so good." She said.

He can wait no longer, he has to fuck her now, pulling her with ease into the water, and he glides his stiff aching cock into her very wet pussy. He pins her to the wall of the pool to stabilize himself and begins to pump his cock into her with slow rhythmic thrusts at first. As he increases the force of his fucking, Gracie takes her top off and her breast's float freely in the pool, they are in what you would call a fuck frenzy now. Like a shark while it's feeding, unaware of what is going on around it. That's the way Jonathan and Gracie felt, the frenzy of the best sex under the sun. He took her breasts into his hands and put her right nipple in his mouth. He circles around the sensitive part of her nipple with his tongue, and then bites it. Rolling her left nipple hard in his other hand, he sends ripples of ecstasy through Gracie.

"Damn this is good," Jonathan said as he continued to fuck her, Gracie's legs wrap around his waist, "fucking good, and good fucking. I love to fuck you." He said in her ear. Almost cave man like.

She giggled at him and said, "Do me baby, fuck me hard, harder, make if feel so good baby." Kissing him now, their mouths and tongues in as much of a hungry state as their bodies.

"I'm going to come inside you, going to fuck you until you come again, then my hot come is going to flood your pussy baby," his face had and expression of what looked like a mingling of pain and pleasure. He buried his face in her neck.

"Fuck me, oh yes fuck me." Gracie said, as she could feel the water gliding over her body with the rhythm of their movements. "Oh god, I'm going to come again."

"Yes Gracie baby, yes come again, oh, yes that's it," he said as he was pushing slowly into her the way she liked it, making her orgasm more intense, and feeling her pussy tighten around his dick. "I can feel you coming baby, feels so good, doesn't it?" he asked.

"Oh, Yes," she said as her head fell back. "Oh god yes."

Jonathan began to feel his own orgasm as her pussy contracted around his cock, tighter and tighter, causing him to fuck her in steady slow but hard thrusts. Pushing in and out, fucking her, pushing into her like he is made for her, harder and harder.

"I'm going to come baby, oh, uh. Damn this feels so good. I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, oh now." He pushed himself deeper into her as his hot come spurt deeper and deeper into her, "I'm coming in you baby, and I love you. Oh, its so damn good." He said as the last bit of come came out, Gracie seeming to drain him of it all.

"I love you too, baby." She said as she kissed him tenderly. Jonathan wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her to him, kissing her back. They just floated there together for a long time just kissing and touching each other, as they always do after making love to each other.

Some moments later after they had held one another for a while, they swam a bit and laid out a little longer. Looking at one another from time to time, commenting on how good it felt to fuck in the pool and how exciting it was to know that someone could have heard them, and probably did. Gracie swam around, getting some exercise while Jonathan lie on his float, his vacuuming done he was very relaxed. Feeling a little froggy she swam up under him and pushed him over.

"Hey, what the heck?" he said to her as he started to chase her. "I'm going to get you."

"You got to catch me first." She said, swimming around naked.

Of course Jonathan got to her, and of course she surrendered to him. He slid his hand between her legs and then slid two fingers in her still wet pussy. She groaned and rolled her eyes in pleasure. She kissed him.

"You want to go and get a bit to eat?" He asked, whispering in her ear in a sexy voice.

"Mm, oh, yea oh yea, sure." She said in her pleasure. "But you better remember, oh that's nice, um one thing Reed, oh damn that's good, um, your ass is still mine tonight." Giving him another deep kiss.




A Day in the Sun



The alarm clock buzzes violently at 9, but we've been up for an hour already, too excited to sleep in. You reach over with your strong arm and push the 'off' button and I give you a kiss on the cheek and jump out of bed, donning the plush white comfy robe this upscale hotel provides. Teasingly you pull at an end of the soft cloth belt trying to undo the knot I've just tied, knowing there is nothing on underneath, but my stern look makes you laugh and you stop.

Come into the shower with me darling~ into the sheer glass shower I go and turn the water to steaming hot. First I always lather my hair with my favorite shampoo concoction, a fresh lavender/rose/violet scent. While my eyes are closed amazingly strong arms start to massage my back. The hands are strong, each finger is thick and long. They have experience and the pressure is just right. They make me almost crumple with relaxation. I rinse the bubbles out of my eyes and look into your eyes. I almost mist as this venture together is so rare and special. You look deeply into my eyes, and almost forcefully pull the back of my neck to your lips. The water courses over us as we kiss first tentatively, softly, feeling each other out. Excitement grows as we find kissing to be sheer delight and we kiss more heavily, deeply and passionately. My breath quickens and I am suddenly drenched not only with water, but with desire. 

On we kiss, varying from sweet little loves, to deep, mind bending grasping of each other's mouths. Your arms encircle my waist and pull me close. I feel your long wet hardness and moan a little from the pleasure of feeling it against my lower stomach. I reach down to rub it but you quickly grasp my wrists and firmly press me against the glass. Your lips devour me, my neck, my ears, my shoulders, my mouth. I cry out in pleasure and tingle and ache for you to be inside me. 

You will not acquiesce, not yet. When you reach my breasts I am desperate for fucking and tell you to "stop"! You'll do no such thing and suckle my breasts with your warm mouth, letting the water cascade over them while sucking, kissing, and biting them until they are bruised and an angry red color. You are tall, and so so hard, there's naught to do but pick me up, bracing me against the tile wall and letting me wrap my legs around you as you start my favorite part, penetration. 

You enter me slowly and I'm tight but give way to your thick cock. I am helpless but to moan frantically for your thrusting deep inside of me. "Oh god!" I cry out at your thick long hardness. I shiver at every thrust, you go deep baby, so deep, it does hurt, it burns a little, but I welcome it and want to feel you, all of you. You actually hit the back of my soft warmth and pound your dick against it until I feel bruised inside and out. 

I love it, I know I will feel sore tomorrow, and every time I do I will remember this moment. I cherish the souvenir you have given me! You are extremely strong, and your stamina is never ending, but you cannot take my tight wetness forever. You cum...long and hard and deep...saying my name over and over, "Nickie, oh Nickie, Nickie darling, Nickie!" We both collapse against the wall, feeling spent and yet energized. Once again our lips meet, sweetly, gently, lovingly. We lather each other and become prunes under the water for so long...but it feels so good. Then ha! You! Are you hard again?

As your hands lovingly wash every inch of my body you have had time to let my touch stimulate you. There is a shaving stool in the shower and I willingly sink into it, sitting at just the right level to kiss the tip of your hardening cock. I pretend to be a prude, kissing only the very tip, until suddenly my tongue emerges to lick the rim and the tip and the sides. I like watching you get harder and harder before taking you into my mouth. 

My mouth is small, but not too small and it feels good to fill it with your cock. Almost professionally I grab your balls and the base of your cock and start to thrust it in and out of my mouth, very careful of my teeth, but taking it in a bit at a time. Then I surprise you with a deep throat thrust, pulling you into the back of my throat where it gets soft. It's oh so tender against your sensitive organ. You cry out my name again and again, "fuck, sugar, fuck"! "Ok darling!" 

I manage a giggle, then I take this seriously and work you over in and out, in and out, shallow and deep, fast and slow, tongue and throat. You can't stand it anymore and feel like you need to warn me. "Hush"! I hiss at you just as you cum like a rocket, thrusting out shots of white nectar, and I swallow vigorously; wanting to take you all in, make you mine, have you inside of me. You groan and groan. "Fuck!" you cry out! Then I've licked you clean, top to bottom, and you take my face in your hands and tell me you need me, oh how much you wanted me.

I jut my thumb towards the mini-fridge and you laugh. Having washed yourself before our first fuck you grab an extra large soft white towel, wrap it around your waist, and step out in search of some juice or Perrier. My eyes don't leave your half naked body for a minute while I relish the broad shoulders, back muscles, and toned biceps. How could I be so lucky? Whatever did I do to deserve this? You have the same type of fluffy white towel waiting for me and an a freshly squeezed OJ waiting too. I drink the refreshing sweet and tart juice straight down, relishing the tiny bit of pulp. Now, finally we're ready for the day!

We step dripping onto the thick plush rug and I wrap my hair in a whiter than white towel and you start to dry your back. "Sunscreen" I remind you and you roll your eyes at me but grab the blue aerosol Neutrogena spray sitting on the counter. Oooh that's cold on my arms and freshly shaved legs, thanks by the way for helping me shave them! I have a new pedicure and you love the blood red nail polish on my toes and notice the little flower she painted on my big toe. It's my little 'Nickie trademark'. I never forget to put sunscreen on my face as I want to look young forever for my dearest.

We put on our bathing suits under our summer tank tops and shorts and meander downstairs. The continental breakfast is anything but. From elegant silver platters and warmers we fill up on omelets made to order, fresh summer melons, berries, and light French pastries. We linger over our coffees, you adding a bit of cream to your Kona blend.

The sun is glaring and we simultaneously reach for our sunglasses and once again I get a little thrill from how electricity pulses between our intertwined fingers. We drive down Pacific Coast Highway past a million tiny shops, surfboard rentals, bike rentals, food shacks, long expanses of lawn and ridiculously huge mansions. I feel my heart beat faster as we pass the children's playground to my left as it is the first thing that is endlessly familiar to me. I'm 'home' and I can feel it. Can you smell the heavy salt filled air? We pass the fine retail and grocery stores before reaching the art galleries. 

I've spent hours and hours perusing these familiar magical places. Together we enter one of the glass paned fronts and take in the beauty, the appeal, the emotion and style of the paintings.

We pass the corner of Canyon Rd. and drive up the slight incline, turning left at the museum. As is ever the preternatural case, I find a perfect parking place right over the park entrance.

Down the hill we walk, lawn all around us and we observe early birds like ourselves staking out their grills, and territory with colorful towels, umbrellas, toys, and paraphernalia. We continue down the hill. Why do you always refuse to let me help carry the chairs and cooler? I grab the towels and beach bags and we're off to the sand. 

Down one extreme incline and then it's not hard to find a perfect knoll of tan grainy sand in which to set down our things. Like everyone else, this is now 'our' spot, and we lay claim with our own towels, umbrella, chairs and bags. I sink into a chair, hungry to soak in the warmth and view of the rolling ocean.

It is churning this morning with waves, blue, green, and grey topped with a fine spattering of white foam. You on the other hand, welcome the chance to stride right into the cold salty water and I watch your form admiringly as you seem not notice the tingle and cold of this watery continent. In moments you are just a bobbing head and I do not take my eyes off of you, not even for a minute as I am a silly thing and don't want you to drown. You are one with the water, and enjoy your short swim, ducking easily wave after wave and then return to me. You being you, it is irresistible not to splash me. I pretend to be mad, but of course the drops of water are welcome as the sun is coming high noon and I feel it's relentless rays on my skin. I stick out my tongue at you and take off my own clothes revealing a black suit that shows a lot of cleavage and compliments my waist. 

Into the water I go, not in long strides, but small steps, cringing at the cold, but wanting past the breakers to let the salt water buoy me up and let me drift, relaxing and moving simultaneously with the waves. Occasionally a strand of sea weed wraps around my foot, or brushes my thigh and I start, but laugh at my silliness, no fish wants a piece of me except for that shark sunning himself on the sand, lying with his eyes closed under the umbrella on the beach. 

My legs tingle and burn as the salt irritates my sensitive and freshly shaved skin. It is an annoyance, but it reminds me of the shower we took this morning and I can't help but feel a shiver down my spine and smile at the memory.

My back to the beach I anticipate every swell and simply drift. The water is now refreshingly cool, while the sun feels as though it is touching my wet hair with piercingly hot fingers and I have to dunk under every few minutes to keep those tendrils of heat away. Suddenly a hard body with strong arms presses against mine in the water, his arms are quickly around me and lifting me effortlessly over the next swell. He can stand where I cannot and I go limp and relax in these hard, comforting arms. Oh! What is that? The arms aren't the only hard thing I feel, and I turn my head inquiringly. A knowing smile forms on your lips and a salty, cold, wet kiss follows. It is cold and wet on the surface but oh so warm, soft, and deep on the inside. The water hides my hands as I grope for that hard length under your shorts and your breath becomes quick and halted as I firmly grasp it. Somehow my hands are still warm even under the blue chill we are floating in and I tease you for a while, making you miserable with desire. This kissing never ends but goes on and on with you bringing my barely clad body firmly against your chest. 

Your tall form and strong arms are such a turn on. Finally we both come up gasping for air and decide to go inshore. For some reason we have to wait a few minutes 'wink', and we disconnect from each other, just enjoying the last few waves before swimming and walking back to our towels.

From the cooler we eat some lunch including a few sparkling juices, cheeses and breads along with finely cut vegetables and dips. Hummus and thick bread chips taste delicious. Olive spreads and crackers and even smoked salmon and cuts from a prized deli are included. 

The hotel has done a fine job and we are ravenous from the long swim. Neither of us can resist the pull on our heavy lids after the exertion of our watery foray and consumption of our delicious lunch. Carelessly, with hands entwined, we fall asleep on the towels, just for an hour, but it feels so good. The umbrella shields us from the now angry and demanding sun as it is bright and has burned away any last small tendril of a cloud.

When we regain our energy it is off to the tide pools we wander. Never since a little girl have I stopped wondering at the magical creatures we find as we balance on the sharp rocks. Crabs, anemones, baby fish, muscles and more are found in the pools that the now low tide has stranded them in. 

I laugh out loud as the sticky anemones quickly grasp my pinky finger hoping to clutch some some small fish in it's shoelace like fingers. You hold a bigger crab and watch its beady black eyes watch you. It is enjoyable for both of us, and we linger for over an hour or two even.

I arch my back and relish the slight soreness developing in my arms from the swim and suddenly feel a bit sleepy. "Darling?", I ask and you read my mind so easily. "Let's go back babe," you reply. 

Slowly we gather up our belongings and meander up the steep hill towards the overlook. Placidly the water plays with the rocks until it hits the breakers and then it becomes fierce and rollicking. We walk along the outlook until we reach the car and make a futile attempt at leaving the sand at the beach! We laugh and put our sandy chairs, blankets, cooler, and umbrella in the trunk, the place of least offense. It is only a few miles to the hotel and it feels easy and luxurious to have the valet take over the car and its belongings. Up the elevator we go to the 7th floor, slightly embarrassed at our disheveled appearance as the couple next to us are obviously dressed for an early dinner.

We enter the nice cool room and it's been cleaned. The bed is made with soft fresh white linens. The air smells of bleach, saltwater, and the fresh fruit basket left upon the table sporting delicious pears, peaches, plums, and strawberries. While odd, the combination of smells is not unpleasant to the nose. We shower again, but this time separately, hurriedly, remembering this morning and the risks of dawdling and missing our dinner reservation. We decide to walk to dinner as it's only a half mile away or so. We've chosen a pleasant and well known Italian place with a terrace jutting out over the ocean.

It's not sun set time yet, but we can feel the air shift into a cooler mode and know that the day is drawing to a close. We see the restaurant from several blocks away by its fancy landscaping, and the inviting white twinkling lights woven through the entryway trees and the forest green canvas overhang. We choose a table outside and lay the crisp linen napkins on our laps. Underneath the table you give my knee a squeeze, and I hope you remember forever the way I smile at you.

Bread and butter are soon brought to us and we order. I always order the same thing, and you tease me about it, but I won't change my mind. Fresh cappellini with organic roma tomatoes, garden picked basil, and lightly glazed baby chunks of garlic barely moistened with a first press cold olive oil. What do you order darling? Would you care for something slightly more carnivorous? Maybe you'd like a mushroom ravioli with marinara sauce? Our server coats it all with ground pepper and parmesan cheese. Everything here is so good you could close your eyes and point at the menu, and it would turn out just fine. Ice cold dark leafy green salads meet us next. The Arugula, baby spinach, and exotic greens aren't the slightest bit bitter. A balsamic vinaigrette compliments them perfectly.

We share a large bottle of fine Italian wine. Lingering over dinner talking, we really talk about ourselves, our recent past, our present, and hopes for the future. Finally we notice them starting to clean up and we insist on leaving However le maitre'de has seen our loving glances and our hands holding each other's for the last half an hour. He insists on bringing out a complimentary gelato. I'm stuffed. You eat it enjoying it's lovely mixture of chocolate, vanilla, and hazelnut. Maybe I sneak a few bites too!

After dinner we walk along the small winding streets full of art galleries. I love these shops and feel almost reverent at the artful expression someone has been able to communicate onto canvas. We critique, love, hate, laugh, and end up finding a dainty blown glass seahorse that is elegant and beautiful. He seems to be on fire he shines so brightly. A coppery green-brown dotted sheen is extremely alluring. With instant infatuation we buy him, turning our heads away at the price. Without words we know he will forever be a priceless memory of this little trip we've taken together. 

You insist I keep him, but I will secretly pack it in your overnight bag and he will sit in a prized position in your office. He provides a beacon of light at which to look at and reminisce over when you feel stressed, alone, or overwhelmed. Secretly you are grateful for the relief he provides and you cherish him dearly. It's enough for me to see him as as if new when I come to visit, re-enchanted all over again. Suddenly we realize we can't miss the sunset!

We don't. We savour it as we walk back through the winding avenues and onto PCH where the delightful hotel is. Finally it becomes dusky and dark just as we arrive on the porch of our accommodations. You grab my waist suddenly and urgently, squeezing hard, and I lose my breath. 

Sweetheart you are so handsome, I cannot look you in the face lest I betray the fullness of my emotions. We enter the room, but hesitate to fully turn on the lights. I easily find the candles and matches and we feel much more at ease in the candlelight. Stomachs are no longer overly full, no longer hungry, but we worn from our long day in the sun. 

Somehow though as we watch stars emerge one by one, an amorous energy overtakes us and I approach the chair you are sitting in from behind, throwing my arms around you and sinking my face and lips deeply into the side of your neck. You stiffen in surprise and then somehow in one elegant fell swoop I am on your lap laughing at the surprise, but not for long. Your eyes dance a deep blue dance and I can read every thought in your head. I close my eyes so that you are shut out from my lust and longing, as it is too raw. Roughly you kiss me on the lips, in my mouth, on my neck. I shiver and return with a forcefulness to match your own. Ever so lightly and easily you pick me up and lay me on the bed. I am your plaything and you do play! Dexterously undoing my buttons, my clasps, my bra, I am naked before I can even protest. 

Not wanting me to feel uncomfortable, you quickly disrobe yourself and I pull you onto me. Over me you lie, supporting yourself with your arms, and I feel so small, so eager, so anticipating. Roughly, deliciously, I feel your hardness between my legs and as I reach for you, you flick my knees apart easily and smoothly with hardly a notice on my part. 

Once again you are inside me and it is lip bitingly perfect. You are so big, and hard. I am deliriously hot and wet myself. We rock with each other in mutual heaven until I whisper in your ear and your eyes widen! Your arm slips around my waist and with little ado, you flip me over onto my stomach and I kneel up. I know you love it from the back, as do I. Once again you find me, first with your fingers. I moan in anticipation as they make me so wet and ready for your long thick cock. 

Once again you enter me and I think I'll die of pleasure. Now we are closer than we've ever been and can move so much more freely. You grab my breasts hard, squeezing them together with one hand as you prop yourself, and use the other to steady yourself on my ass, thrusting hard. You don't even hear my groans of pain and pleasure as there is a hum in your ears that grows and grows until you are ready to cum. 

You take your hand from my breasts and grab my neck in a firm hold. I cry out in pleasure, wanting to please you, willing to do anything, anything at all. You simply move my body more vigorously against yours, sinking yourself deeper and deeper into me, until neither of us can stand it and we both cum...crying out loudly. There is no regard for anyone or anything. Baby you did it! You fucking made me cum! I tingle as I spasm over and over and over, no less than 4 or 5 times. I collapse, never being able to remember feeling so good. You do too, spent and exhausted with the exertion. Both of us are ready for sleep and a new day. 




A Day in the Sun Ch. 01



This is the first story I've written in quite a while, so I'm definitely hoping for some comments and suggestions. I'm thinking I might continue a story with these characters for a while yet. Hope to hear from you all. Feel free to email me.

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God the sun felt great on Seamus' skin. How long had it been since he'd been able to relax just like he did just now? It definitely had been months since he was able to sit around free like he was now. His skin shone from the sun tan oil he was wearing, his muscles bulging from the heat of the day. The sun was high into the sky by now and he couldn't help but get up and spray himself with the hose, causing his skin to glisten even more than it already was.

Seamus got back from the hose right when the wind picked up causing him to cool off immediately. The wind played across his skin causing goose bumps to form and making his nipples harden. He closed his eyes at the feeling letting the sensation build as the wind continued to blow. So much of what was happening right now reminded him about many other times in which he had been outside naked. The last was with his previous girlfriend, they had made love outside at least once a month. These thoughts caused his cock so slowly stand up. He smiled at his thoughts and the reaction he had to them.

He remembered almost too vividly of one of those encounters. Soon he was completely erect and dying for sex of any type, even if it was just him pleasing himself. Finally getting the courage to sit down and finally appease the desire deep within him. He leaned back in the chair spreading his legs letting his head touch his stomach. He slowly ran his fingers along his engorged penis. His balls contracted pulling up closer to his body. His fingers slowly playing across the shaft of his penis was like heaven to him right now. 

He continued to tease himself ever so slowly until finally it was just too much for him. He grabbed his shaft and gently began to stroke himself in earnest. The feeling was even better than the teasing he gave himself before. Up and down his fist pumped his shaft. Soon a drop of pre-cum had formed on his head slowly getting bigger. Seamus couldn't help himself, with his free hand he wiped up the pre-cum onto a finger and popped it into his mouth. He had always enjoyed that taste; he even enjoyed the taste of his cum even more. It was something that he shared with no one else. His eyes were closed as he mulled over and enjoyed the taste of himself when he heard a quiet gasp. Immediately he opened his eyes and there stood Heather a girl who lived in the area.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," Seamus stammered. He tried to cover himself up as best as he could as shame filled his face causing him to flush with embarrassment. He stood up and turned quickly to try and hide himself more than before. "I was just enjoying the sun and well didn't hear you come around the deck."

"It's ok, Seamus. I should have said something earlier but well I have never seen a guy do that before. Did you want me to go get you your towel or something?" Heather couldn't help bite her lip as she looked at Seamus' toned ass, the slight tan that his whole body had caused her own juices to begin to flow.

"No it's ok if you don't mind I'll head inside real fast, grab something to put on and also something to drink and then I'll see what you came by for." With a nod from Heather, Seamus disappeared into the house only to reemerge only a minute later with several sodas. 

"So Heather, what brings you by here?"

"Well my parents are gone for a while and I was a bit lonely. I was just wondering if I could spend some time here hanging out with you."

"What about your friends? I mean sure it's ok if you want to hang out here for a bit, but really spending time with friends is a good thing as well."

"Well that's the problem, they all ditched me to go to the beach for the weekend and I can't leave the house for more than a day. Just one of those things my parents left me in charge of, you know?"

"Yea I remember when I was in college and my parents decided to go on vacations definitely wasn't fun being alone for all that time. Here go get some things and we can sit in the sun and have a drink or something." The smile that cut across her face could have made any guy melt in his shoes, or well all over the deck should that man not be wearing any shoes like Seamus was.

Heather came back about 15 minutes later; Seamus had decided to take that time to get more appropriately dressed for one, well minus any type of underwear. And well pick his house some. It had been a long time since anyone had really spent any time in the house other than Seamus. Stuff was strewn all over the place, cans and bottles covered many of the surfaces and computer equipment covered much of the floor. 

Heather came to the door and this time chose on knocking. She smiled as Seamus opened the door. "I thought it better to at least knock this time in case you wanted to, umm..." She looked at the floor shyly and quickly finished, "finish!" The laugh that escaped Seamus' body startled her.

"Well thanks for the consideration but I figured I'd spend more time picking up the place. It's been a while since I've had guests and well my work is all over the place." He motioned towards several of the rooms that were visible from the front door. Heather peaked looked around and turned towards him.

"What do you do exactly?"

"Well I build computers now. I used to be a programmer until I hit the mother-load during the last stock boom. I decided to sell a small portion of stock, which allowed me to move out here and just spend my days building special order computers for folks. Have you ever heard of Lonely Mountain Computers?" With a blank look on her face he quickly spoke up himself, "I guess not, tends to be a company that geekier individuals know of. Well I tend to build and sell several computers a week so I keep busy enough not to worry about cleaning up." He smiled shyly and motioned Heather further into the house. "You can put your things anywhere. What would you like to do?"

"Sunbathing sounds great; I want a tan like yours." She looked down again with a flush of embarrassment creeping across her face. "It is a great tan," she reached and pulled off her shirt leaving her standing there with shorts and a bikini top on. The top was barely large enough to contain her perfect breasts, the material covering very little in the end. "Look at me! I look like a ghost walking around compared to you. So if you don't mind sitting or laying in the sun with me I would really like that."

Seamus couldn't help but smile; he showed Heather the way to the back porch again and ran to get another chair for her to lie in. He came back in time to see her pulling her shorts off, she was leaning over at the waist pulling them off her to reveal a thong bikini bottom. He couldn't help but cough at the sight which caused blood to fill his loins once again. She turned quickly at the cough and immediately turned red with embarrassment. "Sorry I just thought I'd get a nicer tan in these. This is basically why I got these in the first place but I was never courageous enough to wear them anywhere else. For some reason I feel comfortable enough here with you, I hope you don't mind."

"No not at all, it's perfectly fine I mean earlier I was kinda not wearing anything at all," a nervous chuckle escaped his lips. I set up the chair for her and asked her if she needed anything else before he himself sat down. With a shake of her head he sat next to her as she lay down on the chair. "So where did your parents head off to again?"

"Well I didn't say where in the first place, but they went to Hawaii just so they could have some time alone together. They think that I don't know what that'll imply." I laughed at the comment. "So, why are you living alone? Why is it I never see any girls coming and going all the time?"

Seamus took a quick drink before divulging. "Well just things haven't been working out with the women. So I live here alone and well rather content in a way. Although, as you have definitely seen sometimes it can be hard for me." Heather giggled and smiled a little as she turned over on the chair. Seamus couldn't help but stare at her body, the fabric for the thong bottoms had pulled nicely up between her ass cheeks. Boy was that ass perfect, it looked perfect in every way, there was just enough of a cheek that you could see where her ass stopped and her legs began. Seamus drank in the sight oblivious to the fact that Heather was saying something to him.

"Seamus. Seamus! Hey you going to just sit there staring at me or are you going to apply some oil to me?" Seamus finally broke free from looking at her ass. He quickly grabbed the bottle of oil and put some in his hands liberally spreading it across the back side of her body. "Mmm...that feels great. You definitely know how to apply oil to a woman, even if it's just tanning oil." She reached back and undid her top letting the strings fall to the chair on either side of her body.

With this type of site in front of him for the first time in a long time blood began to fill Seamus' penis again. The bulge was clearly visible in his shorts and he was sure Heather had noticed as well.

"So Seamus, do you really like the way you taste?"

Startled away from certain thoughts that had crept into his mind Seamus began to stutter, "W-W-Well I definitely don't mind the taste. I-I-I do it from time to time."

"That's definitely not how it looked to me." She smiled and winked at him, turning over some to show off her incredible breasts. "Looked to me like you really liked it. What does it taste like?" She sat up looking at him enjoying the torment she was inflicting on him. He looked at her seriously, contemplating whether or not he should divulge such personal information. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her uncovered torso drinking in the sight of her perky breasts.

"Well it's a slightly salty taste, other than that I really can't explain it, it's something you just have to see for yourself." He continued to stare at her breasts; she had noticed this and played a bit for him. She began to tentatively play with her nipples causing them to harden. One hand played across her stomach causing his eyes to dart from one hand to the other. The bulge in his pants had finally reached its peak and his head was sticking out from the top of his shorts. Heather had noticed this and licked her lips seductively.

Absentmindedly Seamus began to rub himself through his shorts causing Heather to bite her lip. She leaned back spreading her legs and began to rub herself through the thong bikini bottoms. This was all it took for Seamus; he stood up and pulled off his shorts. "Does this bother you any?" Heather shook her head as she stared at his cock, her juices began to soak what little material that covered her womanhood. She could smell her own aroma but wasn't certain Seamus can just yet. Seamus by now had begun to furiously pump his engorged cock causing sensations to shoot through his body. Heather was the first to notice it, the first drops of pre-cum had finally formed on the head of Seamus' penis. She darted forward and licked it off leaving a trail of her own saliva on the head. 

"God that tastes great. No wonder you like to taste yourself. I mean I could have that all day every day until the day I die. It's nothing like what other guys taste like." She licked again as another drop formed. She savored the flavor this time closing her eyes. She could hear him grunt in pleasure as he rapidly ran his hand along his shaft. He began breathing harder his strokes seemed faster to Heather who hadn't opened her eyes again. Soon she felt warm globs of his come land on her incredible body. Seamus was grunting in pure pleasure now as his orgasm ripped through his body. For what seemed like an eternity to both individuals Seamus' orgasm lasted.

"Now that was hot. I've never had anything like that happen." Heather opened her eyes and wiped a gob of cum from her stomach and licked it off her fingers. "Mmmm...now you definitely taste better than any guy I've ever had. Just wish this all wasn't wasted on my stomach." She smiled at Seamus who had finally recovered from his orgasm.

"Here let me get a towel for you."

"No! Please I don't need a towel." She began to rub his come into her skin. This was by far one of the hotter things anyone had ever done with Seamus present. He couldn't help but drink in her form now. She smiled and slid her bottoms off spreading her lips. "Do you like what you see big boy? Oh my, looks like someone wants to play again." A smile filled her face as Seamus' penis grew hard again. 

She leaned forward again and licked his head once again. Shivers ran up Seamus' spine. He reached forward and grabbed one of Heather's breasts squeezing it, teasing one of her nipples. Both smiled at one another before embracing and kissing each other fiercely. Their tongues intertwined with one another as they continued to kiss. One of Seamus' hands ran down Heather's stomach teasing her belly button. A moan escaped her mouth as she moved her hips closer to him. His hand inched closer and closer to her wetness. Heather closed her eyes waiting for the feeling of his fingers exploring her folds.

Finally when his hand reached her wetness Heather couldn't contain the pleasure, his finger exploring her most intimate region was like dynamite to her. "Oh god please keep going!" Seamus needed no further encouragement; he quickly slid two fingers deep within her, wiggling them a little bit once they were deeply buried. Heather unconsciously grabbed his penis slowly jerking it in rhythm with the movements of his fingers.

"Fuck, lick me now or fuck me, I need more than your fingers right now!" Heather leaned back lying down on the chair putting her legs up on the arm rests spreading herself for Seamus.

Seamus couldn't help but smile, "Oh yea you little slut I'm going to fuck you good, so long have I been watching you wishing I could just be inside you." He grabbed his cock and positioned himself in between her legs. Slowly he ran his saliva slick head against her lips; every now and then he would let his head sink between her lips but never allowing it to enter her.

Heather then began to bed, she tried to push her herself onto his cock. Each time she tried it, he realized and quickly backed away laughing at the same time. "Don't worry dear, you'll get it soon enough. Now tell me how much you want me to fill you up!"

"God please I want to feel you inside me more than anything. If you don't do it I'm just going to die. Please give it to me. Make me scream your name." 

Her dirty talk was now driving Seamus wild. He just couldn't take it anymore. Quickly and brutally he slammed himself deep within her causing her to scream both in pleasure and in pain. His cock stretching her was both agony and heaven. She screamed as he moved in and out of her roughly. With each stroke of his, her body began to respond more fiercely than before. Soon Heather had grown used to the rough sex and was moving with Seamus almost in perfect rhythm. 

"Oh shit you're definitely tight. Squeeze me with that pussy of yours baby." Heather needed no instruction on this part. She eagerly clenched her muscles increasing the sensation for both her and Seamus. Within minutes both of them were in complete ecstasy. Seamus was having a hard time holding his orgasm and he soon realized that Heather was close as well. Quickly he pulled out and grabbed her. 

They kissed passionately while they switched places quickly. Just after sitting down on the chair Heather was on top of him riding him like he had never been ridden before. Her feet were perched up on the chair with him and she was bouncing wildly on top of him. With each stroke he could see his own cock appear then rapidly disappear deep within her. She reached down with one hand and frantically began frigging her clit. Her juices covered both of their crotches as Heather's sex responded to the stimulation. "Oh god I'm going to cum baby. I want you to cum with me, please fill me up." Seamus closed his eyes and began slamming his cock deep within her as she fell down onto it.

Quickly Seamus began to grunt as he filled her with his cum. Heather could feel his orgasm and hers quickly followed. Her muscles clenched his cock milking all of his cum from it. Seamus sat up and began to suck on her nipples as her orgasm continued to spill over her. Wave upon wave crashed and her moans could have been heard from her parents' house. As abruptly as it started, her orgasm finally ended. She collapsed onto his chest, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The two of them kissed again before finally she pulled his cock out of her. Much of his cum that had been left in her dribbled out and rested finally on his softening cock. 

"We really should do this again. Maybe I can spend the entire time here while my parents are away!" She smiled and kissed him again, absentmindedly she played with his cock.

"I don't think you're going to be able to leave for a while. At least not until I get to do everything to you." Seamus smiled back at her and ran a finger along the crack of her ass. The both of them couldn't help but smile at that and finally they decided to head inside where it was a bit cooler.



A Day in the Sun



As we started walking back to the car I stopped and told Jim that I needed to pee. We were in front of a row of "portable latrines" that were used for customers of the Glider Port. He told me he would wait, so I opened one of the doors and went in to do my business.

As I sat, I began thinking, Why had I wasted the day? What was there to really fear? SHE had walked up the hill with everything exposed, and what happened to her? Nothing. Nothing had happened to her. SHE would have the memories that I had wanted to be mine, and she acted as if nothing was different. She and I and Jim and Igor had been naked on the beach all day and had thought nothing about it. All she had done was to extend that into a walk up a hill and a short walk to the car. What was the difference? The only difference, I suspected, was context. While we were on the beach, everyone else was naked. When we were on the climb up, and in the parking lot, everyone else was clothed. On the climb and in the parking lot it would stand out more, make her more 'noticeable,' more vulnerable, more, I don't know, more naked. But isn't that what I always said I wanted to be? Different. More daring than the others. More 'NAKED'? I had wanted it too much, and I had failed to live up to my hype. She had never given it a thought, and as a result had done it. Sometimes you can want something too much, I thought. And in the wanting comes desire, and with desire, comes a self fulfilling prophesy of failure.

OK, I thought, I've made mistakes all day. I've let a lot of my chances pass me by. This is my last chance. What was I afraid of? What was the worst that could happen? I made my decision. I wiped myself off, stood, and removed my shorts and my top. I stood there thinking. Should I? Yes, I convinced myself, Yes, yes, yes! I owed it to Jim, but mainly I owed it to my self. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself and I opened the door.

I walked out into the open completely naked. I saw Jim standing there and he gulped when he saw me. I was holding my crumpled shorts and my T shirt in my hand. I handed them to him. He took them and then looked around. I don't know if he was as excited and as terrified as I was, but he took my hand and we began walking to the van. It was about 75 yards away and to reach it we had to cross two aisles of parking. Numerous cars were driving through and as best as I recall I saw 15 to 20 people milling around their cars.

It only took us at most a minute to walk to the car, but we had to walk right by numerous people, all of whom looked and stared at my naked body. I never spoke to any of them, and only one spoke to me (complimentary, thank goodness) but the rush I felt was incredible. We didn't hurry or try to 'streak' or anything like that. We simply walked hand in hand to the car just as if I had clothes on. I wanted it to appear natural, just as Angel had. I knew how nonchalant and innocent she had acted and I wanted to emulate her.

When we got to van Jim fumbled around in the bag for the keys, but he couldn't find them immediately. Whether he was nervous or just wanted to prolong my exposure I couldn't tell, but I knew that he had hidden the spare key under the left front tire, which we always did when we came here just in case we lost the keys down on the beach. Before Jim could find them I was down on my hands and knees and reaching under the tire for the spare key. It gave him a great view of my spread open crotch, from asshole to pussy lips. Fortunately (or unfortunately) his body blocked most of this view from anyone who may have been passing behind me. I got the key, handed it to him and then boldly walked around to the other side of the van and waited for him to open his door, get in, and then unlock my side of the van. During those few seconds two cars passed by, one of which honked their horn and waved at me. I waved back with a big grin on my face.

Once inside, Jim handed me my clothes. I smiled and tossed them in the back-seat. I told him no. Now that I was naked again I wanted to stay naked. I wanted to drive all the way home like this. It was a challenge, a dare that I was making to myself. It would be dark in 45 minutes, but during that 45 minutes I wanted to experience the thrill of not knowing what would happen. Of course I wasn't completely crazy.

Our van rides higher than most cars, most people don't 'look' in cars that pass them or in cars they pass, and I had a towel laid across the console between the seats just in case we did run into any 'problems' but I fully expected to be able to brave it out for the entire ride. Like I said earlier, In the past I had flashed truckdrivers and danced naked and the like, so it wasn't exactly new to me, but what WAS new to me was that we would have to drive on streets other than the freeway. We would have stop signs and railroad crossings and pedestrians to contend with, at least for the first 15 miles. Once we got to the Freeway I would be relatively safe and have nothing to fear. And darkness was only about 45 minutes away.

Well, we made it. Yes, there were those who saw me, but I pretended that I didn't notice them. In truth, I was glad they saw me, and it thrilled me when they did, but I never really looked at them, probably because if I looked at them I would betray my own insecurities. In any event, to the best of my abilities I just sat there, talking and laughing with Jim as we always did. The only difference was that I was naked.

After we got on the freeway and darkness fell I relaxed a little more and started to get amorous with Jim. The only thing I had forgotten was that the Border Check, where they check for illegal aliens coming across from Mexico, was still ahead.

Jim's pants were down and I had just begun performing fellatio on him when he slowed suddenly and pulled up his pants. I raised my head up and looked and saw a line of cars slowed ahead and I realized that I wouldn't be able to go the entire distance completely naked. I grabbed the towel and draped it over my shoulders covering my tits. I took three to four minutes for all the cars in line to be waived on through. Usually this doesn't take that long, but I guessed that even though this was only July 3rd, traffic was heavier than normal due to people being off work for a four day holiday. As the last car ahead of us was waved through I daringly tossed the towel aside and when the border guard waved us through I waved back, naked as the day I was born. I saw the admiration in his eyes and his smile. I probably made his day, unless of course he sees a lot of women like me in the course of his job. I didn't really know or even care. All I knew and cared about was that he had seen me.

The rest of the trip home was, as you might imagine, sexually charged. Jim got his blowjob, I got a good, long fingering from him and a promise that he would fuck my brains out when we got home. Unfortunately, the fuck had to wait. By the time we got home (dressed again, I should add) and Jim took the baby-sitter home I was starting to feel chilled, the first signs of a sunburn. While he was away I took a shower, got in bed and covered up with blankets. The fuck would have to wait until morning. But I was going to hold him to his promise. I went to sleep fantasizing about all the nasty things he and I would do when we awoke.