****** Beach House by Bill ******
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Beach House


I saw you come into the club and walk over and stand near the end of the bar. A
strikingly good looking woman, dressed in a form fitting but very attractive
black dress, slit up the side. You looked as though you were looking for
someone. I thought... well, why not try? This is going to be the dumbest pickup
line in history. I walked over and said, as casually as I could, "Looking for
someone?"

"Actually, no," you replied. "Looking for some companionship." "Would I
qualify?" I asked. You looked at me more closely and then directly up into my
eyes. "I think you would," you said.

We sat down and each ordered a drink, although neither of us paid much
attention to them. You explained that you had come to this beach town to relax
and be alone. You'd been there five days and were getting bored with the beach
and reading. Tonight, you said, you had decided to go out and find some
friendly companionship.

The place was getting noisy and I suggested that we walk back down the road
towards my rented beach house. You agreed and we walked out into the cool night
air. You took off your shoes and carried them as we walked the several hundred
yards down Dune Road.

When we arrived at my cottage, you asked, "Well, what now?"

"Want to sit on the porch and look at the moon?" I asked.

"Romantic idea," you replied, "but I have a better one. Let's go play in the
surf!" With that you grabbed my hand and dragged my across the sand towards the
water. Nearing the water you stopped, unzipped your black dress and stepped out
of it. Even in the light of the half moon I could see your tiny net panties.
Your bra was off in a second and you plunged into the water.

I couldn't get undressed fast enough. In flash, my clothes were on the sand.
Dressed just in my bikini briefs, I followed you into the water.

We splashed and laughed for ten minutes or so. Exhausted, we grabbed each
other. Your breasts pressed against my wet chest. Your hands went to my waist.

"What's this?" you asked, snapping the waistband on my underwear. "Take them
off!" I did, and simply let then wash away with the next wave. "And you?" I
asked. "You can take mine off, later," you said.

In few minutes, we grew cold and hand-in-hand went back to pick up our clothes.
I put my arm around you and we half-ran back to the cottage and inside.

You flopped on to the couch and demanded a towel. I went to the bathroom and
got two, putting one around my waist as I came back into the room. Your dried
your hair and then looked at me. "Come, here a minute," you said.

I did and you reached up and pulled the towel from around my waist. "What
happened to your dick?" you asked. "Well, in cold water like that it kinda
shrivels up and..." I tried to explain.

"We'll fix that," you interrupted and your hand went to my now tiny penis.
"Come on, boy," you said as your fingers started to bring it to life. That's
better. There's life in this little dick yet!"

Thankfully, I rose to the occasion, almost immediately. Your fingers felt
wonderful. I stepped a little closer to you. "Will you...?" I started to ask.

"Suck your cock? Nope. Don't know you well enough yet," you laughed.

With that I dropped to my knees in front of you, pulling my dick from your hand
as I did so. My face went directly to your left breast. I closed my lips around
your nipple. It was salty and cool, but very, very good. I explored it with my
tongue. My left hand went to your other breast. I let my fingers explore from
under your arm, up the fullness and around your other nipple. I closed my eyes
and concentrated on the enormous stimulation that I was taking from you, almost
as a child takes nourishment.

As your nipple became erect in my mouth, I felt you slowly sink back on the
sofa. As you did, I followed. Your hand when to my head. I could feel you brush
back my damp and salty hair. It felt very reassuring.

Finally, I looked up and kissed you, taking your head in my hands. Between
kisses, I murmured, "You taste wonderful... I am really enjoying you."

"Wait," you said. "I have to go to the bathroom."

I moved to sit down on the sofa as you got up. I watched you walk across the
room. Hair a mess, underpants squeezed in your butt crack, you were beautiful.
Your back and shoulders were full and strong. Your rear end seemed perfectly
rounded and firm. I flopped down on my back on the sofa and waited for you to
return. Almost instinctively, I reached down and touched myself and listened
for the telltale flush of the ancient toilet.

Soon enough, the toilet gurgled, the door opened and for an instant you were
silhouetted against the light from the bathroom. Then, you clicked the light
off and walked back through the kitchen and into the living room. Your hair was
now somewhat more orderly, although still damp. The net underpants were gone.
Completely naked, you walked up to the sofa where I was lying. "What you
think?" you said, as you slowly turned around.

"Beautiful," I replied.

You turned to face me with a wicked smile. "Having fun?" you asked. I realized
that I was still holding my erect penis in my left hand.

"Uh... sure," I said.

"Here," you replied, "let me help."

With that, you squeezed me over and sat on the edge of the sofa. You started
with my thighs, gently kneading and rubbing. My hand gave up its grip on my
penis as you worked your way up my legs to my stomach, then my chest. Your
hands were warm and soft but stronger than I would have imagined. Then you
leaned over and gave me the most wonderful, warm, gentle kiss. As you did, your
breasts just brushed across my chest hair. The feeling was simply wonderful. As
you continued to kiss me, your right hand slipped down my body and found my
very erect penis. As you began to touch it, you stopped kissing me and asked,
very close, "My God, did you come?"

"Err... no," I said. "I just get very wet. Always have."

"Well," you said, "I'm glad I have that effect on you."

With that, you stood and stepped over my reclining figure and sat on my mid-
section, sliding forward as you did so that my dick rested right between your
pussy lips. I looked down and could see my tip peaking out from your pussy...
just millimeters from your clit. Resting on your knees, you began gently
sliding your body forward and back, masturbating us both. With the first slide,
I felt what must have been an ounce of warm juices squirt out of me.

As you continued to stimulate us, I reached up and gently drew circles around
your very erect nipples with my index fingers. Your eyes closed. I wanted to
kiss you very much.

The thought must have occurred to you, too because eventually, you leaned
forward and began to kiss me. Again your breasts touched my chest and your
change in posture finally put the tip of my penis in contact with your clit. I
felt you shudder as you squirmed on me, improving the contact. We kissed for
some time, rearranging our arms for even more contact. At one point, you buried
your face in my neck. Your movement on my hard penis changed somehow.

I felt your breathing change... become somewhat shorter. Your face was still in
my neck and I felt your tongue exploring. "Hold me," you whispered. Then I felt
the downward pressure of your body on mine, increasing the contact. I held you
tighter and heard you gasp.

The first spasm of your orgasm tightened your whole body. I held you as tightly
as I could, protecting you as you lost yourself in the pleasure. You moved
again as the next wave came over you. My legs and balls were drenched in a new,
warm wetness. I realized that you had me in a vice-like grip. You continued to
come, moving just slightly to keep the contact between your clit and my penis
exactly where you wanted it.

I had never experienced a woman's orgasm like this. I felt your body relax. You
moved your head and kissed me a wonderful combination of thanks and passion.

"Can I go inside you?" I asked.

"Wait," you said. "Let me enjoy you for a minute."

We stayed together for several minutes. My erection was painfully strong and I
felt that tension build in the big muscle behind my balls. Somehow, you
recognized what was happening to me. You began a long slow kiss then you said,
"It's OK... go ahead."

The next kiss reached all the way to my toes. I had never been brought to
orgasm by a kiss but it was happening to me now. Neither of us moved our
bodies. I got bigger. Your kiss intensified, if that is possible. I struggled
to wait, but couldn't. I stopped breathing completely as I came. I was super
sensitive and I could feel the warmness of your pussy lips, now almost
completely enveloping my penis. My first release was directly on your clit. I
gasped at the release of energy. "Nice!" I remember you saying, as I bathed us
in semen. Again and again it came.

Finally, I was empty. I relaxed in that wonderful post-orgasm peace that I
always feel. You stroked my hair with one hand and kissed my eyelids. Perfect
lovemaking. You rearranged yourself to lay half next to me and half on me. We
touched and kissed and talked for what must have been half an hour. In my mind,
I thought of this wonderful lovemaking and yet I had never been inside you.

Eventually, you said, "Boy, are we sticky!"

"A shower?" I offered hopefully.

"If you'll wash my back," you said.

The shower in my rented cottage had always been problematic. Not the shower
itself. Predictably, it was simply a large white tub with ball-in-claw feet
surrounded by a shower curtain. It was the water heater. As we turned on the
water and stepped in together, I hoped to God there would be a lot of hot water
tonight because there had never been before.

We washed each other and played for some time. You allowed me to wash your hair
with my shampoo and I enjoyed doing it very much. Strangely, it made me excited
again. You noticed and encouraged me. With water pouring over us, I licked your
nipples, much to your delight from what I could see. At one point, you put one
foot up on the edge of the tub and I crouched down to explore between your legs
with my tongue. Despite the water cascading over me, I could still taste you.
Finally, you turned me around and had me put one foot on the edge of the tub. I
couldn't see what you were doing until I felt your index finger probing my
butt. It made me a little tense since the only time I had had a foreign object
in there was during my one and only experiment with another man and I remember
that it hurt. I think you could feel my tenseness because you reassured me with
a casual, "Relax, I won't hurt you."

One always learns, I guess, and I, who thought I understood my sexuality
perfectly, soon learned that the anus is a sensitive and wonderful thing. Your
finger was as gentle as I would have been myself. You understood my physiology
better that I did as you found my prostate and touched it with each slow
stroke. I became very hard again as you fucked me. Your face was pressed
against my back and I began to feel myself loose control.

At that point, the water turned cold; very cold, very quickly. We both cursed
the God of Hot Water for abandoning us and jumped out of the tub. There was
water everywhere since we had not been careful with the curtain. We found my
last four dry towels, did a quick rub of each other and ran giggling and
chattering with cold, directly to my bed.