5 comments/ 45889 views/ 3 favorites Waves of Time By: marybethf Sitting in that damp sand between the water and the dry sand, my legs spread wide so that the waves could lap at my crotch, I thought about Brenda. I thought about how she liked doing that to me. I looked around and I was alone. I felt alone. Deep down, I was alone. I lifted my bottom and slipped the bottoms of the suit past my ass and over my feet. I held them to my face and inhaled deeply smelling the mixture of salt water and my juices. How I missed sharing myself with Brenda. It was the first of June when my Aunt Peggy called and asked if I wanted the beach house for the next three months. Seems that she had been unable to rent it out this summer. How the hell could I turn such an offer down? We had never been close, but this was exactly what I needed at this point in my life. I had no classes to teach until the fall, so I said I would. I laughed at my luck the whole time I packed. Just past the toll bridge onto the beach, I took the top down on my Jeep CJ so I could enjoy the next 10 miles of sun. The last few miles, I was glad I was driving a 4-wheel drive as I plowed through sand drift after sand drift. Sometimes I wasn't even sure where the pavement was. The house numbers passed, 6824, 6826. There it is, 6886. Wow! Looks like at least 20 homes are gone. The others look empty. Peggy's place was all that is left at the end of the road. I guess I'll have plenty of privacy. For a few weeks each summer when I was growing up, my parents used to bring me to her place. It had been built in the 50's on a concrete slab with concrete blocks painted pink and jalousie windows. Not a popular part of the beach back then, filled with several rows of houses each parallel to the water. Now after the past several years of hurricanes, many of the houses were gone, only some scrap wood, a few pilings, and a few slab foundations. Nothing else. Of course there had been a pink flamingo out front. The pink flamingo was now gone. At least the key she gave me still worked. The old windows were now replaced with larger widows. What a mess the place was, it looked like no one had been here all winter to even check on the place. I tried all the faucets and the water seemed to work, even the hot water. I was surprised that the electric hot water heater was actually working after seeing the condition of the place. I was not one to complain though. I used the broom from beside the fridge to sweep the terrazzo floors. Would be stupid to have carpets in a beach house. It was nice to feel the coolness of these floors on the bottoms of my feet. Nicer than vinyl, and prettier than plain concrete. A quick survey of the place made me feel like this would be just what I needed this summer. Maybe I could actually get a start on the book I'd planned to write for several years. Yes, that desk, with a view through the front window towards the ocean, would be the perfect place to plant my butt and my laptop. I hadn't told anyone exactly where I was going to be so I didn't have to worry about any friends deciding to surprise me with an extended visit. Three trips were all it took to carry in my belongings and supplies. I had enough food to last me the first few days. I had seen a small grocery store, still in business and open, about 5 miles before I got to the house so I could make a run for more, as I needed. Laptop on the desk, clothes put in drawers, sheets on the bed, food in cupboards, and dishes washed, now I stood in the doorway looking at the ocean. I unbuttoned my blouse and let the cool salt air filled breeze blow it open. The warmth of the sun was shining on my breasts now. I pushed on the elastic waistband of my short pants until they fell around my ankles. With a little kick of my foot, they flew up and I caught them with one hand. How wonderfully wicked it felt to stand there nearly naked. I grabbed a towel and walked towards the water. Looking around, I realized just how solitary this part of the beach had become. It was like a ghost town. With the tall sand dunes, I couldn't even see any other houses, not even the closest ones, only Aunt Peggy's. This emboldened me, maybe more than I should have let myself become. I carried the towel in my hand with only my unbuttoned blouse to provide any cover. As I walked away from the houses towards the end of the point of land I was on, through the highest reaches of the incoming waves, only my footprints were to be found. They didn't last very long. A few seashells and some seaweed littered the beach, not much else. It was like I was the first person to discover this piece of shoreline. The solitude was almost overwhelming, so much nicer, so refreshing compared to the sounds of the city and the university I'd left behind. Now all I could hear was the lapping of the surf as it rolled in and the squawk of a few seabirds. I could hardly wait for tonight as the heavy surf of the incoming tide started crashing hard against the beach. I spread my towel, tossed my blouse on one corner, and lay on my stomach, my firm ass smiling at the sky. I'd always liked my ass and several girlfriends had often remarked how they'd like to have theirs be just like mine. The skin on my back warmed and I felt myself about to fall asleep. I fought to stay awake knowing the last thing I wanted was a sunburn on the first day. The nakedness of my body, the fact I was laying this way out here, was stirring some primitive feelings between my legs. No, they were not new ones, not at all. There weren't many kinds of sex I'd not participated in. Probably only sex with a guy was all that I'd skipped. I slipped my hand under me and let my fingers play with myself, just casually touching and not really trying to drive myself into an orgasm. I was just enjoying my nakedness myself and out in nature. Without a watch, it was hard to tell how long I'd laid there, but it seemed like it had been maybe too long. I didn't know why I needed to, but I felt compelled to at least slip my blouse back on, even if I didn't button it up. It is strange how some customs and habits are difficult to not do. It had been a very long drive and the late afternoon was warm. I could still feel myself in need of a nap, maybe just a short one. The bedroom windows had been opened earlier while I cleaned and now the room was filled the sensual smell of the sea. I lay naked on my back, lazily diddling my pussy with my finger as I drifted off to sleep. It was dark as I awoke and sat on the edge of the bed. The nearly full moon was hovering almost above the horizon, a tiny piece of the bottom still hidden by the surf. The air was cooler now, not cold, but just enough to make me put on a long sleeved t-shirt that covered me to the tops of my thighs. Just before walking out the door, I grabbed a cold bottle of beer to sip as I plodded and splashed though the edge of the water. The moon was now higher in the sky. The feel of the water up to my knees, sometimes higher, often lower, was almost hypnotic. A breaking wave dampened the bottom of my t-shirt and I held it up around my waist, the waves now splashing against my bare bottom. I thought about how nice it would be to have someone to hold hands with, to share these moments with. I also thought about how nice it was to be alone for a change. Back at the house, naked at my desk, I flipped on my laptop and stared at the screen for a while. No great inspiration sprung forth, but the effects of the beer could definitely be felt. I gave up and shuffled to the bedroom. Listening to the sounds of the huge waves of the incoming tide, I quickly drifted off to sleep while my fingers strummed my clit. I forced myself to follow a routine to make sure I wasn't spending too much time on the beach and not getting anything done on the book. During the next few days, I actually made some progress on my book and took more walks along the beach. It was not until the fourth day that I saw my first human on the beach. Some man with a fishing pole and a bucket for whatever he caught. I just happened to not be too exposed, thank God. He tipped his hat, the one that said 'Fish or Die'. He ignored the obvious bulge in his pants. I did too. That first trip to the grocery store was a bit of a surprise. It looked much, much bigger that it actually was. I was able to get everything I needed, so that was good. Everyone that worked there was either in high school, or over 55, mostly the later. All were nice, all asked me were I was living, what I did, and how long I'd be around. I left with three bags of groceries and more beer. The end of the first week had come and gone, and I was still enjoying my time alone. I was still enjoying lying naked on the beach too. Other than the fisherman, I'd not seen a soul on the beach. Today was no different as I lay on my stomach loving the warmth of the sun on my bare skin. "Like some company?" The voice was soft, feminine, and quite sensual. It still startled me. I looked around as I got my heart to beat again. There were women's feet, nice looking feet, close to my towel. I looked up, but the sun was in my eyes. Whoever it was had already seen my naked body and covering up no longer made any sense. I sat up and with my eyes shielded with a hand; I could see more of her. "You're the second person I've seen out here in a week." "I parked a few houses up the road and walked along the water. I was surprised to see someone. Like a morgue around here." "Join me. I'm Karen. Staying in that house." I pointed toward my Aunt's house. She spread her towel next to mine "I'm Brenda. Mind if I take my suit off?" "Help yourself." Not that her suit covered all that much of her anyway. Besides I was naked already. As she moved so she was not directly in the sun, I began to realize just how nice she looked, not a raving model kind of woman, but a lot like me. You know, that mid-forty year old look. Body not so firm anymore, but definitely not even close to being chubby. Her hair long, in a ponytail pulled through a baseball cap. Breasts nice, not huge, and not so large they overwhelmed her chest. As her suit bottom slipped over her hips, I could see she, like me, didn't have any hair between her legs. "So Karen, you must be enjoying the quiet. Sorry to interrupt it." "Don't be. I guess this morning I'd even thought it would be nice to see someone today." "And here I am." She giggled as she held her hands out wide. Her eyes scanned my body checking out my breasts, my pussy. "Hope you don't mind if I say how nice you look. Some women our age have a difficult time." I reached over and opened my small cooler and pulled the other bottle of beer out of the ice, the ice that left the bottle dripping wet, wet like I was becoming. My thumb popped the top. It spun up into the air and landed in the cooler. As I held it out, she took it letting her fingers brush against mine. "Likewise. Guess I was checking you out too." I laughed. "You married?" "Heavens no, just a few lady friends along the way, but nothing currently. And you?" "Same here. I teach at a university, but off for the summer. I'm trying to write a book. Nothing very heavy, just some erotic fiction about love between women." "Ah, good smut." She smiled. "Yeah. Cunts, tits, moans, and such." My mind began to race with thoughts of her filling big places in the story I was working on. It was not a big leap for me to also see her filling the empty spot next to me in bed as well. "Sounds like more fun than writing software. I'm staying about 10 miles back towards the bridge at what seems like the only hotel left on the island. Me and about 10 other guests." She lay on her side facing me, a hand rested on her mound, a finger lightly rubbed her labia and her clit. I watched for a few moments, not saying anything, just watching how casually she played with herself in front of what was a total stranger. I was fascinated how relaxed she seemed to be doing that. It was not long before I could no longer resist and I touched myself in a similar manner and at a similar pace. She watched me as I continued to watch her. Our eyes occasionally looked at each other's face, then returned to prior glances. I was so-o-o turned on. She lay back and her mouth fell open. "Ahh..." was the only sound she made. Eventually she removed her hand and I did too. It was clear that we both had an orgasm while watching the other. I took it as an unspoken sign that we could do to the other whatever was desired. I think she did too. I sat up. "Need some lotion?" "Please." I squeezed a large drop on her back and she jumped a little. I knew it would be cold. I really wanted to start with those cheeks of hers. What a nice butt she had. I could only imagine what was between her legs and how that would feel against my fingers or my lips. It started as a light rub of suntan lotion on her back, but soon became a firm massage. "Now that does feel good." She said with more of a moan than just regular talk. "Just enjoy it." Another plop of lotion just above the crack of her ass caused her to squeeze her cheeks tight for a moment before relaxing them. As I kneaded her cheeks, my lotion covered finger dragged deep between them over her anus. She moaned. "I hope you're not just teasing me." My fingertip pressed against it, but never went inside. "Maybe later." I whispered deeply. From the back, my hand slipped between her spreading legs and the fingers worked their way inside her pussy. "This is what I want to do now." I leaned forward and kissed her neck. "And a lot more." "Baby, I hope a very lot more." She rolled over forcing my hand away for a second. Now on her side facing me, she took my hand and placed it back over her pussy. "Lay down here with me and let's have some lip action." We held each other tight, the sand caught in the suntan lotion acting like sandpaper as our skin rubbed back and forth. Our lips spread wide-open as they pressed against each other, our teeth clicking together. Our tongues moving back and forth like sabers striking through the wide-open space of our open mouths. Her mouth closed enough that my tongue was forced to stay in her mouth by a strong vacuum as she inhaled. I could feel her fingers grasp my mound, as I had done to hers not so long ago. The tips of her fingers pulling my pussy lips apart, then sliding inside, an edge of probably a thumb working against my clit. A single digit was rubbing against the roof of my cunt searching for the tender slab of skin that would unlock so much passion. "Fuck Yeah!" I almost screamed as she touched it. She concentrated her touches there until I could no longer breathe, could no longer do anything. "No more." I begged. It did no good. I thought my heart would stop. I had rarely been here this long. "Oh please..." I begged again. She held me at this peak for almost too long, then slowly let me fall back down into a more normal state of being. Her tongue slammed into my mouth as I inhaled hard. I could almost feel it rip from her mouth, but I knew it had not. All I was trying to do was let her know how much I'd enjoyed her intense touch. I stared into her eyes. "Are you sure that you didn't just fall from heaven?" I stuck my tongue deep into her mouth so she could not reply right away. Her fingers squeezed my clit. "Fuck me baby. You're really good." She paused for a moment. "Maybe you should take notes for your book." "Maybe we will just have to work out a few episodes. Several times each." I giggled. "Let's go rinse this sand off and I can show you what I like to do the most." "Hopefully it is eating my pussy." "A mind reader too. Exciting." As I stood up, I grabbed her suit bottom and held the crotch to my nose inhaling deeply. "You like?" "I like. I can't wait to inhale the real thing." The water was running cold by the time we left the small metal shower with spots of rust on the white walls that rattled as we bumped them. It barely held us, neither cozy nor romantic, just functional at best. It was hard to picture my Aunt sharing this or any shower with someone. I knew she had not considered that when choosing this shower. On the bed, we simply laid down with our faces pressed against the other's pussy. No foreplay, no romance, just straight to business, the business of eating pussy. Alternating between intense licking, fingering, sucking and just light touching, we rolled though countless orgasms and near misses. Sometimes she was on top, or I was. Sometimes we lay side by side. Everything was good. I loved the feel of her pussy grinding against my face, sometimes my chin. I would respond in a similar manner too. When we started the sun was high in the sky, now it was almost touching the ocean. My thigh was coated with her dried juices from grinding against it more than a few times. I could feel my mouth covered as well. She turned and looked intensely at me for a moment before gently kissing my lips. She stopped. "God damn you're good." "Didn't think I had that many orgasms in me. What will I do tomorrow if I want to have one?" "Guess I could come back." "Or just stay." "Really? Maybe I should go back to the hotel tonight and plan to stay tomorrow night." "Actually I think you should stay tonight and checkout tomorrow morning." "We just met." "I have a good feeling about us." "Often those initial feelings suck." "I know. Usually for me they do. This feels different. Besides, how long had you planned to be at the hotel?" "Two more nights." "We don't want to waste those precious few nights then." "Is there a place we can have dinner?" "I've got some salad and 2 turkey dinners in the freezer. Several cold beers too." That night had come straight from a romance novel - great company, some dinner, too much to drink, and lots of good sex. Brenda was being good for my soul. I'd not ever known someone quite like her. I don't know how we'd been tossed together, but I was savoring every moment. I also was trying to ignore that this would all come to an end far too quickly. I half heartily hoped she wouldn't leave. I knew I could not expect that. We made love most of the night and as the sun rose, the bed looked like there had been a massive orgy played out there. An arm rested over each other, our lips lay inches apart. I could feel her breath blowing against my lips and didn't bother to open my eyes, just leaned forward until mine touched hers. She automatically responded and our tongues greeted each other 'good morning'. Probably before we were completely awake, they were deep inside each other's other mouth and our arms squeezed a little tighter around us. "If you still want me to stay..." "If you try to leave, I'll handcuff you to the bed." "Well I need to go checkout. Come with me and I'll buy you breakfast at the hotel." I picked up a comb. "Let me run a comb through my hair. Not sure we have time to shower." "Gag. It's can't be 10:10?" "Afraid it is." I tossed her a pair of shorts and a t-shirt so she wouldn't have to wear a still damp bathing suit back to the hotel. "Sorry, no uns." "Who wears them?" As we passed her car in my Jeep, she yelled, "Hey, the rental car is still here." I reached out and grabbed her hand. "Glad you're sitting right there." "Me too." And I truly was glad, but my heart ached that the clock was ticking and she would leave. I replayed last night over and over in my head as the pavement passed under the car. Her mouth on my clit put me in a place that I didn't get to go often enough. Those fingers inside of me played me like a fine instrument and it didn't take me long to get tuned up. The tall blue water tower was always both a welcoming sign and an exit sign for me as a child. Even painted white now, I could see it not very far ahead. That was the first thing everyone saw as they came onto the island just off the toll bridge. It had been there forever. None of the hurricanes that had torn up the island had ever damaged it. It was like the thing that screwed the island to the earth. Waves of Time The hotel Brenda was staying at was one of the only big hotels that had been rebuilt and reopened. The others looked like they had been through a war; empty parking lots filled with debris, no windows, lots of plywood tacked everywhere. Whatever damage they had suffered, they faired much better than the old one and two story motels that had been the staple for so many years. They were all leveled now, just concrete slabs and sand covered parking lots remained. "Breakfast?" the hostess asked. "Still serving?" "For another 5 minutes." "Great!" The dinning room was nearly empty and she sat us at a table with a wonderful view of the ocean. The waves were a foot or more and breaking with a crash as they hit the beach. I guess it was still too cool for some, but there were maybe 25 people brave enough to venture out scattered here and there in chairs and laying on towels. Brenda's head turned as a lovely woman with a golden tan and not much material covering it walked past our windows. My eyes traced the path from her eyes to the woman. "Very lovely. I used to have a body like that." "Nothing wrong with your body Karen. Nothing at all." "You're too kind Brenda." Her Eggs Benedict and my waffle with strawberries arrived. "Those eggs look good all of a sudden. Wish I'd ordered that." She cut a portion off and pushed her plate towards me. "For you sweetheart." I reached over and took her hand in mine giving it a light squeeze. "You're special." "Just sharing with someone I had a great time with yesterday and still this morning." I dropped her off by her rental car. "Careful of the sand drifts." I waved as I pulled ahead. I parked in the carport, she behind me. As she turned the ignition off, I leaned in the open car window and kissed her. "Welcome home." I kissed her again. She laid a small suitcase on the bed next to me and unzipped it. Inside there were 2 more bathing suits, a few blouses, and a single pair of shorts. "Looks like you travel light." "Yup. It does. Didn't think I'd need much more at the beach." She held up the bathing suits. "May not need these." "Babe, don't need to cover that body." Brenda turned and wiggled her butt at me then gave it a slap. "Glad you like it." "Like it all. Sweet tasting pussy too." She zipped the suitcase up and sat it against the wall. Lying next to me, her face resting on her palm, elbow on the bed, she lazily rubbed a finger over my breast, my nipple, as she looked down at me. "How did I get so lucky yesterday?" Her hand slipped under my t-shirt and rested on the same breast that she had just been touching. I pulled her down on top of me and our lips met, our tongues pressed inside our mouths. I could feel the button on my shorts pop as she pulled on the waistband followed by her hand sliding inside. "Yes" I moaned loudly, the fingers of her hand rubbing back and forth across my mound on their way to their goal. I was already sopping wet as the first finger entered me quickly followed by the second and third making a slurping sound as each went in. My hips thrust hard against her hand. "Fuck me!" I screamed knowing that even with the windows wide open, the sea breeze blowing across our nearly naked bodies, there was not a soul for miles to hear me beg, plead for this to not stop. Brenda stopped tugging on my shorts suddenly. "What?" She fucking well knew what I had said. Her hands slowly pulled my shorts down a little more stopping with the waistband resting under my hips. She moved so she sat beside my shorts, her hands pulling a little teasing me that she was trying to get them completely off. I even lifted my hips to make it easy. "Does she want me to pull these nasty shorts off her?" I held my hips up still as I made a pouty expression and nodded my head yes. "Put your fingers back in me ... please." Her face lowered until it touched the space between my stomach and the top of my pussy, and then began kissing while she pulled my pants from my hips. "Love this part." Her mouth moved lower. "And this part." She repeated that each time she moved her mouth and kissed again. I was close to grabbing her head and forcing it where I wanted it to be as she repositioned herself so she was directly between my legs. I spread them as wide as I could make them go. She grasped the backs of my thighs and pushed them up so she could kiss the bottom of my cunt. She twisted a little so she was at an angle and licked across the opening catching a piece of skin with her tongue. Her lips gripped and pulled, her tongue now sliding inside me. I was close to coming as her lips pulled on my clit, several fingers probing deep inside me, my hips humping against her face, my juices pouring out me like a tsunami. Each time my hips landed against the sheets, I could feel the puddle that was building under me. Hand in hand, we walked along the edge of the water. Brenda stopped and jumped. As she landed the water splashed high. I laughed and jumped. "You win." I exclaimed. My splash was far smaller than hers. She rested her hand over my ass and pulled me against her. "Great day." It was too. Probably in the top 10 days of my life. We continued our walk in silence, an occasional glance, and a smile. Sometimes we would swing our locked hands back and forth. We were just enjoying each other. It was obvious that we both were having a nice time. Suddenly she kissed me then pulled off her clothes, tossing them to me before running into the water. I watched as she floated on her back in the shallow water over the sandbar just off shore. A large wave broke on top of her making her disappear for a moment. I knew she would disappear tomorrow for real. I tossed her clothes and mine on the sand and joined her in the waves. The water above the sandbar shallow enough that we could lie down. The salt water on her body tasted good as I kissed her skin. The next morning after breakfast, I helped her put her suitcase in the car. We embraced, held each other, and then kissed goodbye. As she backed out the driveway, backing out of my life, we waved to each other for the last time. In the bedroom, I found her bathing suit lying neatly on the bed, still damp, still smelling like her. I put it on and walked out to the water. Sitting in the waves, waves lapping at my pussy, I thought about her. Waves of Time Ch. 02 The water over the sandbar lapped at my legs just above my ankles. I stood remembering that day not so long after I came to the beach at the start of summer, that day Brenda and I kissed and held each other right here. Now it was the end of summer and tomorrow I would be leaving. I was wearing the bathing suit she had left behind. I pulled it off in a single motion and stood there with it wadded up in my hands. I held it to my nose and took a deep breath. Her smell was gone, just like she was. I walked further out until the water was up to my shoulders, and then heaved it out further into the water. My chest heaved in huge sob. Tears flowed down my face. "Fuck me, it was only a fling," I screamed over the roar of the surf, "she was just here a few fucking days!" I tried to comfort myself by wrapping my arms around me as I shook from the uncontrollable sobbing. I stood in one place for the longest time, unable to pull myself together, unable to stop crying, unable to stop the huge sobs. I could no longer see Brenda's bathing suit floating on the water, the last piece of her was now gone. I turned and started to walk back to the shore. In the edge of the surf, I kicked the water. "You okay?" I looked up and it was the guy with the 'Fish or Die' hat, the first person I'd seen at the start of summer. I was barely covered then, my blouse unbuttoned. Now I was standing in front of him with no way to hide my nakedness. He was wiping his face with a bandana, the front of his shirt was dripping wet; I assume from the water that I'd just kicked. "I guess. No not really." Another big sob overtook me and my body visibly shook. He put his bucket and pole down and walked towards me, then stood in front of me. His old rough hands with gnarled fingers rested on my shoulders. "This is about your lady friend from the start of the summer isn't it?" "Yes. You..." "I wasn't spying. I just happened to see you two walking on the beach one afternoon. I could tell you both cared for each other. I had a lady friend once. I still remember those times." "Guess memories are all that I have." "Enjoy them. Sometimes they are better than the real thing." Those words rolled around my mind as I looked down. His cock was pressed against his shorts, much like that first time I saw him. He noticed what I was looking at. I could feel his hands grip my shoulders a little tighter for a moment. I don't know what came over me, but my hand brushed against the bulge. "No. It wouldn't be good for you." He gave me a small peck on the cheek. "You'll find another lovely woman and I'll have a nice memory of you." He walked back, picked up his things, and then continued on down the beach. I lay in the edge of the surf where I'd just been standing, my arms and legs spread wide. The small waves broke over me; a few broke harder, some just between my thighs. My hand covered my pussy; a finger worked its way inside as my mind drifted with thoughts of the summer. - The ink of the Sharpie flowed over the square of the calendar as I made another 'X'. It was my third week here, almost two weeks since Brenda left. I cried as I lifted my hand from the page. It wasn't the first time and surely not the last time I'd cry over her loss. It was strange that she could come into my life for a few of the best days of my life and I would just let her walk away. I knew from the start that she was just a stranger. She had even told me she could only stay a few days. Goddamn, it had been years since I'd had a girlfriend, one that I was really attracted to. This was supposed to be a summer just for myself. What a pickle I'd gotten myself into. In the refrigerator, all that remained was a single beer. Not even a frozen dinner for tonight. On the counter was an empty bread bag. I pulled my clothes on and then drove to the small grocery store five miles up the road toward the bridge. It was maybe the third time I'd been there. Everyone that worked there was very friendly, some more than others. I was looking through the apples for just the right four. "How about this one?" My hand didn't stop moving until it landed on a hand. "You have such soft skin," the same voice said. I left it there as I looked around. It was Susan, the woman that stocked the fruit and vegetable section. She had always talked to me for five or ten minutes each time I'd been there, probably the friendliest woman there. I had thought she might have even watched me from a distance as I shopped. "Hi Susan, how are you today?" "Hope you don't mind me saying this, but nicer at the moment." I looked at her trying to read what she was thinking. I knew what I was thinking. I was trapped in a moment of deep sadness and I wanted to feel someone lying next to me so very much. That half hour of masturbation this morning didn't do much to take the edge off either. Susan wasn't a knock out, but not bad looking either. Her lying next to me would probably be quite nice. I rolled my hand over and wrapped my fingers through hers. "Not at all. Would you like..." "I'd love to. When?" "Now?" "I'll meet you at your place in half an hour." I told her the house number and she wrote it on her arm. - With my cutoffs and t-shirt still on, I sat the single bag of groceries on the counter. I put the frozen dinners in the freezer and a new six-pack of beer in the refrigerator. As I removed the top from the former lonely cold bottle of beer, a car pulled into the driveway. I leaned against the doorframe of the front door holding the screen door open with my out stretched arm as Susan got out of the car. I looked at her differently now, not the woman in the vegetable section of the grocery store, but as someone I was about to make love with, well at least have sex with. I tried to picture her naked in my arms, what she might feel like, and how she would respond to a touch, a kiss, or a nibble. She was probably in her fifties, maybe five or more years older than me. Age had been good to her and she was still slim; at least she wasn't even close to being overweight. About halfway to the door she called out, "Hey Karen!" It didn't take more than a few more seconds until she was standing directly in front of me, her arms wrapped around me, and pressing her lips against mine. I could feel her tongue forcing its way between my lips. I was so horny I didn't care; this was exactly what I wanted and needed so badly. This was like a drug I needed to take. My hands held the back of her head, my fingers intertwined in her hair. My tongue welcomed hers; they made love as they rubbed against each other. Our faces parted long enough for her to say, "I wanted you the first time I saw you." I responded, "I need you." I led her to the bedroom. We both watched with a sense of anticipation as we undressed, then lay next together, our hands touching each other all over. She suddenly drove several fingers deep inside me. I yelled, "oh yes ... fuck my pussy." She began rapidly working her fingers in and out. Within seconds, my first orgasm started. As it began to subside, I moaned, "Baby, you're good." I kissed her deep and hard on the lips. She pulled her hand up and shared the moisture on her fingers between each of our mouths. I turned and without bothering to kiss any part of her body, I put my face directly between her legs. With a forceful lick, I dragged my tongue through the folds of skin at the opening to her pussy. She was very wet and the taste delicious. After a few more licks, I pulled her clit up with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth. "Yeah ... suck my clit," she begged. I did too. I could see her twisting her nipples between her fingertips and she started humping my face. "Here it comes." Her hands pressed my head tight against her pussy, her hips held high above the bed. We lay with our bare skin pressed against each other, her hands on my ass, and the moisture from our mouths dripping down our faces as we kissed a very sloppy kiss. It had been quick, but satisfying. I rested on my side and watched Susan standing by the bed as she finished pulling her panties up around her hips. She looked back at me and smiled. "That was just what I needed." Her hand disappeared inside the panties for a moment before she put her fingers in her mouth and licked them clean. I squeezed my nipple. "Maybe you can come over again?" She paused with a pained expression. "I..." She stopped and pulled her dress on. "I know. It would be easy to fall..." "You will leave at the end of summer and I'll still be here." I knew she was right, after all I had fallen hard for Brenda and I didn't want to now fall for Susan. "Could we just do this a few times a week ... just for pleasure?" Susan sat next to me and put her arm around me, pulling me closer. "I'd like that." She walked across the concrete of the driveway to her car; she paused and turned. "Maybe Thursday evening?" "I'd like the company." I waved as she drove away, wondering if I was making a mistake, if I could hold onto my heart and just have sex, sex that was not nearly as good as with Brenda, but adequate. Well maybe it was the physical contact that made it better than just masturbating. What was I doing? Still naked, I walked though the kitchen. I grabbed the bottle of now warm beer from the counter and took a swig letting it swish around in my mouth before swallowing it. I could taste a mixture of Susan's juices and the beer in my mouth. With my towel draped over one shoulder, I walked out to the ocean. I loved to stand in the shallow water and let the waves splash against me. Facing away from the shore, I kicked a wave and the water flew into my face. I kicked again, my mouth open, and the salty water filled my mouth. I let some of it go down my throat. I didn't quite know why, but that taste flooded my mind with thoughts of Brenda. The salty ocean water on my face was quickly replaced with salty tears. As I cried, I walked away from the house toward the point of land at the end of the beach. Every few steps, I stepped hard splashing the water the way Brenda and I had done that day. It wasn't as fun now. - It was dark as I sat at the desk with the glow of the laptop screen casting a strange light though the room. In the silence between the breaking of the waves, I could hear the tapping of the keys as I wrote more of my book. Originally I was going to write a series of short stories, but now I was working on a whole book about my summer. I could feel the moisture flow between my legs as I wrote about Brenda and what she had done to me in bed. The moon was half full as it rose above the ocean. Wow, six thousand more words! Some days the words just flow. I shuffled my feet across the cool terrazzo floor to the bedroom and flopped onto my back on the soft mattress. The dim glow of the moon illuminated just my breasts as I rubbed my fingers slowly across my nipples. A sensuous tingle, not quite an orgasm, flowed though my body and I drifted off to sleep. My eyes blinked as I tried to wake up and I could not quite focus on the large orange numbers of the clock. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and finally saw it was 10:17. The sun was well up in the sky and it felt like it could be over 80 already, another hot day for sure. I lay on my back with my knees in the air, a finger flicking my clit lazily back and forth. Suddenly I could feel an unexpected tremble wash over my body. A finger from the other hand snuck inside me and rubbed around quickly turning the tremble into something more like a gentle orgasm. The solitude of this part of the beach continued through the summer and I was more than willing to take advantage of it. Part of my morning routine had become a naked run out to the clear turquoise water and diving into a wave. I loved the feel of the warm salt water on my body and in my hair. The beach and the ocean bottom were made of wonderful white sand that felt nice against my skin too. - I wore only a long t-shirt as the headlights flashed across the room from Susan's car pulling in the driveway. Standing in the front door, much like the first time, I watched as she got out of her car. "Hey lover!" I called out loudly knowing there wasn't anyone around to hear other than Susan. "I'm already dripping wet thinking about you." I pulled the hem of my t-shirt up and dragged a fingertip though my pussy lips. "Me too." Susan grabbed my hand and pushed the finger that had just been in my pussy into her mouth and sucked on it. "So good." She kissed me as she cupped her fingers over my pussy. "Tonight we have plenty of time." "All night if need be." I cooed. My t-shirt was off before the door shut behind us. Her dress landed on the floor about halfway to the bedroom. We lay next to each other just looking at each other as our fingers traced little paths over the soft skin. Little nibbles and tugs on our lips became tender kisses. Soft touches turned into deep probes inside us. Her open mouth blew a warm breath on my face as her breathing deepened. "You ... making ... fucking come," she moaned with broken gasps. The numbers on the clock read 2:11 as we paused for the third time and held each other. "I have to work today." "Sorry. I was having a nice time." "I need to go home and get some sleep." "I understand." "Monday?" "Sure. Sooner if you want." "Still trying to not get very used to this." Naked, I waved as she backed out of the driveway. - By mid August, my last week here, I'd finished the draft of my book that was ready to send to my editor. I was pleased with the results, 400 pages and lots of hot sex, tender moments, and good romance. The double spaced pages were tucked inside the addressed brown envelope on the desk as I leaned back with my arms stretched over my head. I could not believe how I'd become used to not wearing clothes. How strange it would be to go back home and have to be dressed. Here I'd only worn anything the few times I ventured out to shop, maybe a few other times. Susan and I had been meeting twice a week for a few hours of sex. Our interludes were pleasant and nice stress relievers. It was a little strange when I'd go to the grocery store as I walked through the vegetable section and see her. There were times I would almost imagine seeing her standing naked next to the cucumbers, pulling one from between her legs, and then offering it to me. The summer had been a real change from past summers, something I sure could get used to. There had been moments I'd even dreamed of buying the place from my Aunt. Of course there wouldn't be a way to support myself so that would be impossible. Well next year I would sure try to have the place for the whole summer. Would it be as deserted? That would be great. I think I'd only see 5 people the whole time. I could see some developer coming in and bulldozing all these homes. That would be a shame. - "Is my sexy friend ready?" Susan called out as she walked through the front door. I skipped across the floor and hugged her. "Only if your pussy is sopping wet." "That it is baby." She pulled me by the hand into the bedroom. Her dress was off in a blink with nothing under it. She flopped on the bed. "What's keeping you?" "Just watching someone looking like a horny teenager." "You light my fire honey." Susan spread her legs so wide I thought they might break off at the hip. "Just eat me," she begged as she spread her pussy wide with her fingers. "My clit needs your mouth on it." I too had turned into a sex-starved teenager. I loved to eat her pussy and have her eat mine. Lately we had started foregoing any foreplay and just leaping into sex. I was almost relieved we were doing that since it helped keep us, well me, from developing much of an emotional relationship. I knew I was kidding myself about that. My tongue lapped up the juices puddled in her pussy and let them slide down my throat before I wrapped my lips around her erect clit and began sucking and nibbling on it. "Just like that," she screamed, her orgasm already peaking. Her hand slapped the mattress as her hips bucked and heaved. "Fucking great," she moaned, her head lifted so she could watch me eating her cunt. We twisted our bodies around and put our legs on either side of us so our pussies were together. Our hips rocked back and forth grinding our cunts, our clits, together. I pulled on her ankle keeping her pressed hard against me. I started to orgasm. "Hell yeah! ... Fuck me baby!" I yelled. For the next few hours we fucked, sucked, and fingered each other in many ways. We fell backwards, limp from exhaustion, our arms outstretched. Silent, we just lay next to each other, with brief glimpses in the other's direction. I knew just like she knew, our time together was near the end. Probably tonight should be, would be, the end. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and I could see them already rolling down her face. I pulled her close and kissed her. Our hands touched each other in all the places that had become so familiar, not for pleasure this time, but more like to say goodbye. "Hard to think this is the last time." Susan wiped at the tears with her fingers, but unable to keep up with the flow. "I was afraid to start this. I knew my heart, our hearts, would be broken when we had to stop." "Me too. I just was having such a good time." "Maybe we can just remember those times then?" "Kiss me. Just for a moment. Then I'll go." We kissed passionately, our hands roaming over each other a last time, touching in ways that would only make it harder to part. We lingered during some touches. Our tears lay on each other, as we pulled apart and stood. She pulled her dress on and her panties up along her legs. "Karen ... I'll reme..." "I will too. You helped me though this summer." I held her hand as we walked though the house to the front door. I stood and watched until I could not see the taillights of her car. Back in bed, alone now, I fingered myself through several orgasms as I tried to put Susan out of my mind. All I could do was think what a fool I was for letting myself get even slightly attached to her. We were so different, not at all like Brenda and me. Brenda was my soul mate and I'd let her go. I cried myself to sleep. - The last afternoon at the beach, I lay naked on my towel in the very place I was when Brenda first spoke to me. The sun was now much warmer than then and as I fingered myself I became hotter. My clit flipped up and down as my fingertip strummed it. I was in perfect tune and the music of my orgasm was a fine love song filled with images of Brenda. The third orgasm was over and I lay on my back with my eyes closed, almost asleep. "Like some company?" I thought it was just a crazy dream. I forced my eyes open enough to realize someone was standing next to me. How could I forget that voice? It was Brenda. I jumped to my feet and stood in front of her. Her hair was gone. Her right arm ended closer to her shoulder than her elbow. She was still Brenda. Brenda was back. Oh my God, she was back. My heart pounded like the surf not so far away. "How did you know I was turned on by bald women with one arm?" I smiled a devilish grin, my silly sense of humor taking over for a moment. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her for several minutes. She kissed me back. We were like long lost lovers seeing each other again. "And I thought I just did it so there would be more room in that tiny shower." She giggled and almost laughed. I could tell she was uncomfortable talking about whatever had happened. We pulled back a little and stared at each other. "It is so wonderful to see you again." I smiled as I looked into her eyes. "I thought I'd only have a dream to hold onto." Waves of Time Ch. 02 Hand in hand, I led her towards the house. As I took a step, I pushed my hip towards hers and made contact. On her next step, she did the same. We giggled like little girls as we turned our heads to look at each other. It was almost like she had never left. I held the door open and Brenda walked ahead of me into the house. She must have read my mind and pulled me towards the bedroom. All I wanted to do was to trade kisses all over our bodies. We sat next to each other as I pulled her tank top over her head. As we lay next to each other, our breasts pressed against each other, we kissed and sucked on each other's tongues. My hand slid along her side, unfastened her cutoffs, and slipped them down her thighs. My fingertip dragged through her pussy lips and pulled her clit out into the open. I leaned over and gave it a few sucks and licks. "Goddamn how I missed this little piece of you!" "I'm such a mess." She paused. "You saved my life." I pulled myself back up along side of Brenda as she kicked her cutoffs off her legs and onto the floor. Our bare skin rubbed against each other sending chills through my body, almost like a mini orgasm. I lightly kissed her lips and she stroked my cheek with the remains of her arm. I turned my head a little and kissed the end trying to let her know it was okay. We traded kisses on our lips for several minutes, but I could see the tears starting to form in the corner of her eyes. My fingertip wiped them away. "Brenda darling ... it's okay. You're next to me now and that is all that matters to me." "But you let me go so easily?" "I thought it was just a fling for both of us. I was so wrong. I hurt all summer. I often slept with your bathing suit and held it to my face until I couldn't smell you anymore. It wasn't until this morning I threw it far out into the ocean." "Before I met you, they found a tumor in my elbow. I was told it was surgery or a short time to live. The day I first saw you, I was actually at the beach that day to take a one-way walk out into the ocean. I don't know why I talked to you, but those few days with you gave me a reason to live. I just didn't know if it was too late to do anything about the tumor. I was afraid to say anything." "It isn't too late ... whatever time I can have with you is precious to me." "You're so sweet. That was something I loved about you, the way you always said the right thing. They said the surgery and the chemo has left me cancer free." I rolled on top of Brenda, her legs wrapped around my hips, and we ground our pussies together. It didn't take long before she was moaning loudly. "I needed you ... to make ... me ... cum so badly," she said, almost in a scream, the pauses filled with gasps. Her hand reached behind my head and pulled my face against hers, her tongue forcing my lips apart and searching for my tongue. They touched and rubbed against each other. Her mouth opened wide and an almost silent "fuck" escaped followed by a less silent one as her orgasm began to rack her body. Her legs squeezed me tighter and I continued to rub my pussy against hers. As she began to relax, I felt my muscles tighten as a pleasant orgasm flowed over me. We twisted our bodies around until we were kissing the other's pussy. I could feel her lips around my clit, that feeling I had missed all summer. It was like Susan had never been between my legs. Brenda's tongue parted the folds of skin and licked the moisture that was ready to flood from me. I stopped and watched. Her baldhead was moving up and down as she licked me, her hand rested on one thigh, the end of her arm on the other. "You're so beautiful." "Do I need to get you a white cane and teach you Braille, or maybe two eye patches?" "Too me you are beautiful. I don't care what others might think. I just want you with me." She looked at me with disbelief. I sat up, reached towards her, and pulled her up towards me. She sat between my legs, her back rested against me, my arms wrapped around her waist. I kissed the back of her neck and I cradled her breasts in my hands, my fingers rolling the nipples between them. "Brenda..." I paused for a moment. She turned her head enough she could kiss me. I continued, "We lost each other once. We almost lost something that should not have been lost. I won't let you go this time." "That's why I came back." As she lay back down, she pulled me down beside her and kissed me, her tongue stroking my lips, and rubbing my tongue. Her hand was touching me all over. Her fingers paused a moment to touch my nipples. I could feel her hand slide across my stomach as it worked its way between my legs. My legs spread wider making sure there was nothing in the way of her touching me. "I love you," she whispered as she nibbled on my earlobe and just before her fingers entered me. I could feel my thighs tighten as her fingers went deeper inside me. I tried to kiss her and she said, "just lay there." She pressed her fingertips up and rubbed that delicate place just enough to make me lose control and drive me into a heavenly state of being. My hands gripped the sheets to keep me from flying off the mattress as I began to buck and slam my hips. "That's it baby ... come for me ... I've dreamed of this many nights." I begged her to stop and she just shook her head while she smiled at me. We rolled over and while we kissed, she humped my thigh with long strokes. Her head lifted and her mouth opened wide as she obviously started an orgasm. "Oh darling, I'm not letting you get away again." An unintelligible few words escaped her mouth followed by a deep moan as she finished her orgasm, then she collapsed on my chest. She lifted her head just enough to look in my eyes for a few moments. "I am so lucky to have you next to me." That night we walked naked on the beach and splashed in the water as the full moon hung just above the horizon.