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Return from the Beach
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Return from the Beach
Return from the Beach . . .by mdg._
Off the road, among the dunes,
They didn't cool down after all the play on the secluded beach. The drive back to town, he caressed her thigh, her panties washed away by the tide on that beach, his hand again finds heat and moisture between her twitching thighs. Just more than she could bear. Her hand in side his jeans, a struggle, but frees his cock, so hard and vibrating in her stroking warm hand, "how can I drive ?", her head now in my lap, my hand trapped by her tightly crossed thighs. A lonely beach turnoff, I better pull off the road, down this trail. Her lips now sucking the life from my cock. If I don't stop this car right now, we'll surely have a wreck. I guess she thinks, to play with pussy, suck on my cock, and drive this car is mine to keep control. A sudden bump on this dirt road, it startled her, but not near as much as me, it felt as though she had swallowed it whole. I slam on the brakes, and stop the car here, she never noticed nor stopped to take a breath or look around where we might be. As if she didn't care. To tell the truth at this point, neither did I. And all the time you thought the story was about someone else. I forgot to mention, the him is me. With all these goings on, I can't remember who is me and who is he. You have to remember, her lips so tightly sucking around my cock, how could I drive the car, and now I as I remember, how can I keep my thoughts to tell this decadent tale. Her skirt now somewhere around her neck, my jeans and shorts around my knees, this crafty lady managed to remove. She has one leg up on the dash, and thinks enough to spread her pussy wide, to thrust her hips to my wet and slippery probing fingers. From 3 miles past to present stop, her hungry hot sucking lips have not turned loose of my sandblasted cock, still recovering from episodes on that sandy beach. Oh what the hell, you only live once, let the games begin . . . . . . . again.
And like a flash, I remembered how we first met.
One advantages of living in a sleepy little village near the sea is, you have miles and miles of empty beaches to enjoy. Some months back, just before the invasion of tourists, I was walking along the beach, enjoying the quiet and the early summer sun. A ways down the beach I could see. A woman lay on a blanket, sunbathing.
As I came closer, then slowly continued walking past her.
"Are you staring at me?" she asked. There was no hint of challenge or accusation in her voice; it was a simple statement of fact.
"Of course." I said
She slightly smiles and asked, "Well then at least tell me who you are."
"And my feelings would have been hurt if you didn't stare?"
I didn't need to be encouraged any more.
"Well" I said, "I'm the guy who's been staring at you." I stopped about two feet away, my eyes taking in her ripe breasts, the flare of her hips, her thighs relaxed and somewhat parted, and such a distinct rise of her pussy, tightly packed into her shorts.
She moved to sit up, shifted and turned, to my stare and giggled.
"You like what you see, it seems," she added. Her eyes had fallen to my shorts where a large bulge revealed my cock was also aware.
"I haven't had a man get stiff for me like that in quite some time."
Caught by surprise, I had no reply. Her hand slowly slid along my thigh, and under my shorts. I didn't need to say yes, that now was understood. Again I suppose my doing, a desiring stare, was enough what did I expect.
She slid my arms around her and gently pulled our bodies together. Her lips sought out mine as we kissed. At first it was just lips on lips but then I felt her tongue run along my lips. I liked the feeling and ran my tongue along hers. Our tongues met and entwined as our lips locked together.
I moved my hand, trailing my fingers down her back. She liked that, moaning gently as I did it. My hand moved lower, onto the firm flesh of her ass. Enjoying the feel of her smooth flesh.
She eagerly removed my shirt, her hands playing on my bare chest. She slowly pulled down my shorts, her fingers trembling and teasing as they ran down my legs. My released cock sprang out, pointing at the sky.
"Ohhhh nice," she murmured, her hands softly teasing. We laid back down on her blanket, skin touching skin heightened the sensations I was feeling. Her nipples brushed against my chest.
My cock squeezed between our bodies, her soft roll of hips grinding in me slowly.
She continued to kiss down my neck, down my chest, across my stomach, down, down towards my dick.
Her hands slid down around my cock. One stroked gently up and down its length as her other hand fondled my balls. Her hands were trembling with her rapid arousal.
So soft and gentle,stroking my cock, teasing it harder for her pleasure as much as for mine. Hot and pleasurable shocks and sensations racing through my body. Her ass raised high, legs spread wide, swaying her hips as if grinding impaled on this hard cock she was now licking. Such a boiling sensation, her hot wet lips, sliding, engulfing the full hard length, the brush of her hair on my thighs.
In one smooth swift motion she turned herself around, lips locked tightly around my cock, a lips to cock pirouette, and spread her pussy, hips still grinding, to my chin, then slid her clit tightly to my lips.
A mouthful, mumbled few words,"thaasshh it, uuummmmmmmm"
With gentle nibbling teeth I teased her clit, her moans of pleasure, more slurred wet words, "sshhhuuckk rrrraaarrdderr, aarrgghhh"
Her grinding , jerking hips, knees yet farther sunk into the soft sand, I knew she was intent, my tongue should probe her deeper still. She slightly squirmed around, then without warning, no fanfare needed, such violent thrusts, quivering thighs, fierce crushing convulsions to my lips, a torrent, the orgasm's flood, my cock exploded with pleasurable pain. As quick as the violent orgasms came, so she collapsed on me, no word not sound, I could feel a weak hand around my expired, drained cock, her pussy still twitched with my touch.
With her thighs still tightly pressed to my cheeks and ears, smothered by still quivering pussy, I heard her muffled voice,
"pphheeewwww that was good, am I crushing you?"
I can't see, I can't hear, I can't breath, and plowed two feet deeper into the sand.
"No, not at all", I mumbled, slurred and slobbered between her thighs.
Crushing ? I thought. There's not enough of me above ground to crush. But of course, a gentleman would never admit to that.
So again, here we are, now stuck in the sand, looks like we'll spend the night, 'cause I'm not going to dig this car out of the sand tonight. Still some snacks, a bottle of wine, what the heck, let's take the time.
Some time during the night we climbed into the back seat. Too lazy, and also too nice, didn't bother to get dressed. Somewhat covered ourselves with the sandy blanket, and don't ask me how, we fell asleep. By daylight, having slept several hours in this crunched up position I was convinced I was crippled for life. Woke up to the sun piercing through the windows, her, still somehow, laying on top of me, quite comfortable of course, which I was not, fondling my cock. It didn't take long for one of those early morning, hard as rock erections to come to the calling. Crippled, crunched, contorted in these tight quarters I didn't have much to say, or do about it. She turned herself sideways, feet on the floor, as sitting properly in the car, planted herself firmly down on my cock, rocked back forth, up and down, sideways sway of the hips, for a few minutes, moans, short breaths, hands in her hair, head rolled back, rocking and swaying, a few seconds of "pphhfffff, pphfffaaakkk, ooggghhhhhh," sat back against the seat, looked down at me,
"that was good, I needed that."
That entire "self service", whether I was participating or not, didn't last long enough for me to do anything but go along for the ride. I came so quickly, I can't remember, did I or didn't I.
"Hey, this is all nice, but can I unravel myself? I think I'm crippled." She leaned forward, raised herself up, not a word.
"Would you open the door, PLEASE, I can't reach behind like this."
That was a dumb thing to say. Without warning she opened the door. Half of me fell out of the car backwards, the remaining half she decided to sit back down on.
"OK, let's rethink this. Could you get off my legs so I can get out of the car?"
That turned out to be a fiasco. Yes I got out of the car, naked, backwards into the sand, and both legs completely asleep.
"That's it, laugh, very funny."
I'm dragging my ass and balls through the sand trying to find a way to stand up, and she's comfy in the car, laughing, cackling like a hysterical hen.
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