As always, I thank my volunteer editors profusely. This is a story that took me by surprise emotionally, and it took some work to get it into shape.

Imagine a cool evening in the summer when the sun is about to set and the day’s heat is breaking. You are in a green park with a small pagoda for concerts and, in the distance, fields for playing soccer and open spaces for kite flying. Beyond sight, a fountain sprays its water into the air, and maybe if the world is quiet enough and you listen very hard you can just hear it from where you now sit. The park is looped by a well-laid white sidewalk along which old women walk slowly talking with their friends, young couples stroll with their children, and triathletes with well-toned bodies run past them all as they dream of finishing the Ironman. Not a hundred feet beyond the sidewalk’s edge lay the beaches of Waikiki with its small surf washing the feet of tourists and locals alike, while the ever-hopeful surfers out in the distance wait for the perfect swell.

It takes a little more effort when you get to 32 to keep the body you want. I remember eating anything I wanted to a decade ago, but now that just doesn’t work. To stay in shape I swim early in the morning at my favorite beach, and then twice a week I go for a run in the evening, when the sun is going down and the air is cool. Besides keeping my stomach flat, I treasure these times most of all for the clarity they bring to my mind. When I’m in stride, it’s hard to worry about the day’s little problems.

My little adventure started at mile 3. That’s where the sidewalk loops around a hedge and merges with a path from the opposite direction. I turned the corner and was immediately faced with a sight to behold. She was jogging in a pair of tiny red running shorts that hung so low on her hips you knew she shaved part of herself. On top she was adorned with a charcoal gray athletic bra that her bosom filled out nicely. She was taller than me – maybe 5’9″ or 5’10″ – and had her long black hair in a ponytail that bounced with each step. Her body was long and lean and yet curved. These were all the details I could catch as I ended up a couple steps ahead of her on the path.

I kept jogging, but my sweat-induced meditation was broken, because all I was thinking of now was her. I wanted to look again, but didn’t want to blatantly turn my head and stare. I just continued running, hearing her footsteps behind mine and feeling her presence. I wondered if she was even looking at me. Was I worth looking at in my dark blue athletic shorts? Would she notice my flat stomach exposed by my short t-shirt? Or was she looking up my legs to my rear, watching it move beneath the fabric? I knew the answer was “no”. After all, the chances of her also being a lesbian were low, and I was about 10 years older than her to boot.

I finally turned my head slowly to see her again. As I did, she looked me right in the eyes and smiled, not 3 feet behind me. I turned my head back immediately, my cheeks turning crimson.

She had caught me checking her out.

She was just running along, listening to the I-Pod strapped to her right arm, and she’d gotten caught behind an older woman whom she was too polite to pass and who was eyeing her. I didn’t turn my head again and decided to run a little faster.

I don’t know why I sped up. Was it to get away from her? Maybe I wanted to show I could still hang with her 22 year old body. For whatever reason I did it, I could still hear her behind me. Her long legs were taking fewer steps than mine, but they didn’t seem to be getting any further away or closer. I sped up again.

My legs were beginning to feel a slight burn as I lifted my knees higher, moving faster down the sidewalk. I could feel more sweat on my body being met by the cool air breezing past. My t-shirt was getting damp; my breaths were deeper, more controlled. However, my body kept up the pace, and the feeling of the surprising power tingled through me. Yeah, I still had it.

But I could still feel her footsteps. In fact, they sounded closer than before. She must be right there. Right at my hip.

I sped up again. The pace was now beginning to take real effort. My mind and body began to focus. I spoke inwardly to myself. Breathe. Keep your body relaxed. Feel your feet hitting the pavement.

But her footsteps echoed in my mind.

I finally turned my head to find her not one pace behind me. She was just as beautiful as I was imagining her. She grinned at me and then suddenly put on a burst of speed, pulling even with me.

So that’s how it was going to be?! I sped up too, keeping pace with her. We were both breathing hard. “Race you to the fountain,” she threw at me in one breath, and then took off, leaping ahead of me. Well, fuck.

I wasn’t going to be outdone that easily! I shifted my body into overdrive and we were flying. I hadn’t run so fast in years. Not with such delight. And I was immediately next to her again, actually pulling ahead. She looked at me, this time not with a smile as much as shock, and sped up too, finally putting her true abilities to the test. We were running side-by-side as fast as we could down the track. Soon it was hard to tell who was ahead though, as we had to dodge people, getting around the stroller, the woman with the small dog. I was going as fast as I possibly could.

My body felt so alive. My blood rushed through my body warming me before the cool air cooled me back down. But in the back of my mind was always her. I was going to give her everything I had. Wipe that smile off her face. Oh, but what a smile it was and how beautiful she looked when she wore it.

The fountain was in sight now. My lungs and heart were beginning to tire. After all, it was a mile to the fountain from her challenge and we weren’t pacing it. We came together again on the sidewalk still side by side. I stole a glance at her, and she was completely focused. I wanted to bump her, not so I could win, but so I could touch her. I got my mind quickly off of her and back on winning.

There’s a time to think with your heart and a time to let your mind get what your heart wants.

Everything else faded. I just saw the fountain ahead and heard her deep full breaths next to me. I concentrated on my legs and just moved them a little faster than I thought I could. The fountain was almost there.

She was right by me.

Faster. Just a little faster…

I heard the sound of the water, the sound of her breath.

Almost. . . there. . .

Move it, M-Y!

Slap! My hand touched the concrete of the fountain.

I had won.

Wow, I had won!!

“I can’t believe you beat me!” she yelled.

I didn’t answer. I just walked in circles trying to get my breath back. Damn, my body was bursting. My lungs had never worked so hard, but I hadn’t felt so elated in months.

“I can’t believe you beat me!” she yelled again, trying to regain her voice between deep breaths. “You’re amazing.” Deep breaths.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but I couldn’t help but grin.

“I’ve never run so hard,” she continued. “My body is burning up.”

“Same here,” I replied. What an idiot. My first words to this angel were “same here”?

“When you sped up the second time in front of me…” she paused for a deep breath. “I just had to race you. I was sure I was going to win.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Leg length. Long legs,” she explained, kicking them out to explain. “And I run everyday.”

“I really wanted to win.” I was still walking, my lungs beginning to relax.

“I can tell.” She extended her hand and smiled again. Oh, that smile. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks. And thanks for daring me. I haven’t run like that in years.”

She laughed. “You’re welcome. I’m just kinda competitive.”

“I’m not. Usually.”

“Why so competitive this time?”

I blushed, unable to think of an answer I dared confess. She looked even better now. Little beads of sweat covered her lean body. I wanted to watch them glide down her smooth, muscled abdomen. Oh, how the water reflected the sun on her golden skin. “I don’t know,” I said, turning redder again.

She looked at me and her cheeks became pink as well. “You’re amazing,” was all she said. Was she checking me out? Her eyes seemed to wander along my legs. I couldn’t blush any harder at this point. “I’m Susana. Susana Kim,” she said.


There was that look again I’ve been hit on enough to catch the glances, but I knew there was no chance I had just gotten in a race with the world’s hottest lesbian. I bottled up the hopes and pushed them back down. Instead, I merely pointed at the sidewalk to indicate I wanted to keep walking with her.

“Do you jog here a lot?” she asked.

“Twice a week.”

“Four times here, but usually mid-morning. I had to change times today.”

I looked up to see the red glow of a sunset as the sun disappeared behind the mountains to the west. The surfers were packing their boards up to call it a night. I loved this time. “Isn’t it too hot then?”

“I like the sun on my skin.”

And my tongue? I wanted to ask, but kept silent. I finally got out, “Do you go to the University?”

“Graduated a couple of years ago, which was a bit early. You?”

“10 years ago.”

She seemed to stumble a little. “What? At 15?”

“Very funny.”

“No really.”

“At 22.”

“Huh. I was debating if you were 25 or 26 when I was running behind you.”

“You’re very kind,” I managed.

“Maybe you just have a great ass.”

I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows at that. She saw my expression and giggled. “Oh well! I knew you’d be straight, but I had to test it. Don’t take offense.”

My heart started thumping. And I thought it was beating hard when I was running! That was nothing compared to this. When running, I made my mind focus on the task at hand. But now, when my angel was hitting on me, I couldn’t think clearly at all.

I lowered my head and then quietly said, “Actually, I’m not.”

She stopped in her tracks and turned to me. I just looked up at her with my hands on my knees still breathing. She seemed to be searching my eyes for something. I watched a droplet of sweat roll along the curve of her neck.

“Not what?” she asked. I don’t think she believed what I’d said.

“I’m not straight,” I told her simply, raising my hands from my knees and walking beside her.

“Huh,” she said and without a further word we started walking again.

“Does that surprise you?” I asked.

“I just don’t trust my luck,” she returned.

“We just met.”

“I know.”

“I love those red shorts, by the way,” I said and felt my eyes twinkle with mischief.



“When you were running ahead of me, I absolutely hated your shorts.”

I looked at my plain blue cotton running shorts that stopped about mid-thigh. She was right. They were kind of boring.

“Yeah, they were in the way of what I really wanted to look at,” she finished.

Oh my, I thought. This was her second mention of my cute rear already. Maybe swimming was helping me out more than I realized.

“You’re very forward,” I replied.

“I know.” She actually sounded a bit chastened. This woman was a really curious mix of self-confidence and sensitivity. “It gets me in trouble a lot.”

I took her hand in mine. “I like it.”

We walked in silence for a minute hand-in-hand. I felt drops of sweat from our arms periodically slide over our fingers and on to the sidewalk below. After a bit she quietly asked, “Are you seeing anyone?”

“No,” I answered and felt my voice break. I could sense our hands slowly caressing one another, unable to stop our bodies from touching. “You?” I asked.


We continued walking. Our blood was pumping through our bodies, heating us up. I love good exercise.

Our hands began to wander more. Her hand would grasp mine as if she intended to not let it move, but then it would move beyond her control and touch the slip of stomach that my top didn’t cover. My hand also moved of its own accord along her back before I took it away again. But when the hands were together, they kept sliding up and down one another, unable to stay still.

“Where are you going now?” she asked.

“Car lot by the beach. You?”


“Oh. That’s just past, right?”


I noticed our breathing getting shallower. The tension between the two of us was becoming unbearable.



“I’m leaving the islands next week. Grad school at Berkeley.”

I closed my eyes, not letting the information overwhelm me. There goes another one, I thought.

“Unless you don’t want me to go,” she continued.

I froze. In her sexual excitement, she was willing to give up Berkeley to pursue something with me, a woman she had just met. It was crazy! This was just lust, wasn’t it? It wasn’t logical for it to be anything more. I tried to calm the thoughts running through my mind. It was my job to be the older one here; to tell her what was proper.

I took both her hands in mine and leaned forward to kiss her lips tenderly. Our lips brushed against one another, warm and inviting. I felt her breath on my face as I moved my head back from the soft kiss.

“I feel the same way,” I answered, “but you must go. It’s not just feelings. There’s all sort of other things in our lives we have to think about. I would be devastated to take you away from that. I am guessing it is something you have been working towards for years.” She put her head down slowly. “I won’t ask that of you,” I insisted.

We started walking again. The sun was down now and fewer people were around. The heat of the day was gone, but I felt no relief at the moment, because my heart was on fire.

She leaned over as we walked and kissed the side of my face. “We have a week though.”

I smiled. “Yes, we do.”

“That’s 188 hours.”

“Mmm,” I agreed. “I won’t calculate the minutes.”

“It’s a lot.”

“Yes, it is.” Almost grinning now.

“You can do a lot in a week.”

“You can do a lot in an hour with the right person.”

“I have an hour right now,” she said clutching my hand tight.

“I’ve got as many hours as you can give me,” I let her know.

“I’ve wanted you since I saw your cute little butt in front of me.” Her delightful aggressiveness was back.

“I thought you were a dream when you came around that corner.”

“I have an idea,” she said, pulling me towards the beach. I followed happily, not sure what she had in mind, but if she had any one of the thousands of ideas I had right then, then I was about to be the happiest woman on the planet. Half way there she stopped and unlaced her running shoes. I copied her and soon we were barefoot, walking, then skipping, then running hand in hand through the grass to the beach.

We hit the beach laughing. I pulled her into the ocean, the cool water lapping at our ankles and then turned to her again. Our lips met and this time there was no hesitation––only passion. Passion that we only had a week. Passion that we had just met. Passion that what we had hoped for on first sight was becoming reality. We held each other’s hands, as our lips tasted one another, as if we might explore the other person’s heart by exploring their bodies.

After several minutes we pulled back. I wanted her more than anything, but as I looked around, there were still many tourists along the beach. My dream of making love to her on the sand would have to wait. She saw me looking at the interfering tourists and smiled. “Remember, I had an idea. Follow.”

She led me a little ways down and then began to ascend the steps of one of the orange lifeguard stations.

The steps lead up to a flat second floor where the lifeguard would sit to watch the swimmers. Behind that flat area were two doors not three feet tall that closed off a small space behind it that was semi-private. It wasn’t locked and Susana pulled me into the little room.

“People can see us,” I told her.

“Not if we lay on the floor,” she responded with a grin and lay back on to the wooden planks, holding her arms out for me. I looked out to see some people strolling a little ways away. I wasn’t really an exhibitionist! Then I looked down at her looking up at me hopefully, and there was no way I was passing this up. I descended to the floor on top of her and our lips met again. This time we kissed in earnest.

Her mouth was wider than mine and she covered me with it. I searched for her tongue, finding it and taking it into my mouth sucking it into me. Oh what heaven. I felt her tongue moving against my lips moving from side to side. I ran my fingers through her hair as I sucked her mouth, and then our tongues met and wrestled again for victory. I quickly licked her face with my tongue, licking the sweat from her silken skin, tasting her, letting the salty feel of her linger on my tongue. I was still staring at her golden face, when she too attacked me with her mouth. We started to struggle over who would lick the other’s skin next. I wanted to giggle as our competitive spirit came alive again in this new fashion. Our hot breath mingled in the small space between us. I could feel the air from her body dallying around my mouth, nostrils, and eyes before I breathed it inside of me, taking a further piece of her into me. We grinned as we both tried to dodge the other’s tongue in order to lick our partner’s face. I went for her nose when she got me on the chin. She got her tongue on one of my eyelids and laughed at my reaction. But while her happy voice rang out, I made my move and got a tickling lick on each side of her mouth. She touched at the places I had licked with her hands, while still smiling at me. All I could see was her smile and her shining white teeth.

She suddenly grabbed my head so I couldn’t move and then moved her face up to lick my forehead.

“Hey, no fair!” I complained. And then I saw her inviting neck and covered it with my mouth, licking her salty skin, still covered in sweat. She moaned lightly at this new sensation. “Never mind,” I said as I continued to run her tongue around her neck.

“Oh, I am so gonna make you orgasm first,” she claimed.

You can never hear that too much, I thought.

“Oh, really?” I said, and pulled her ear lobe between my lips, at the same time placing my hand between her thighs, rubbing lightly.

She let out a squeak and then her breaths became very shallow as I continued rubbing her through those tiny red running shorts. The first sensation was the slickness of the material. The second was the feel of her outer labia through the fabric. Then after just a second, it was the slow warmth emanating from her, seeping into my hand. She was hot, steaming. I started to notice the smell in the air from her. I closed my eyes, smelling the sex, smelling her body, a body that was excited about, of all things, me.

Soon, she recovered enough to say, “Uh huh, I am,” and pushed her hand down my own shorts, finding my pussy under the soaked panties.

I gasped as her fingers pressed against my wet insides and said, “We shouldn’t do too much.” Both of us were breathing hard as we touched each other. “I’m very loud,” I explained. “I say things I shouldn’t.”

She started licking around my ear now, as she rubbed my panties into me. “Well, then, this time, be quiet, or we’ll have to put something in your mouth.”

I pushed away from her and sat up so that I was straddling her hips. I took the hand that had been touching me and pulled it up to my face. “Something like this?” I asked and sucked three of her fingers into my mouth.

Her face took on the loveliest little pout that said, “Oh, I didn’t expect something that good” and watched me, as I licked up and down her fingers.

“Talk about hot,” she said, closing her eyes and concentrating on the warm feel of my mouth on her fingers. “That run, you, and now this.” I said nothing and only licked her palm with my tongue and then began to nibble down her arms until my body was folded over hers, our breasts touching. “C’m here,” she said and started kissing me again.

He had started his search with great ambition and with a feeling of rambunctious anxiety; he slid the gearshift to park and pulled the key out of the ignition. It was an unusually hot day in Southern California, the ocean breeze at a standstill; the waves undulated with a slow rhythm underscoring the stillness of the humid air. His apartment was unbearable hot, and he knew that on his day off he couldn’t just turn on the fan and watch TV, a usual thing for Jack’s time off. But today it was too hot; his apartment a second floor unit had soaked up the morning sun’s heat as well as the heat from the neighbor below.

He opened the car door and looked out onto the ocean with a tingling in his belly; a certain uneasiness could be seen on his face. He reached into the car and grabbed his printouts and began trying to orient the paper with where he had parked. The map was smudged in areas where beads of sweat had rolled off his perspiring face. He moved the paper out in front of him. The directions were printed after an hour of intense searching on the web and an hour of mental debate. But he had decided that he couldn’t resist the pull to do this. His deepest instincts moved him to try it, despite the hundreds of reasons his brain kept throwing at him, there all old biker chicks, I’ll get fined, there all old dudes, am I small?

He rattled the papers into place and got himself oriented with the trail markers. He whipped his bag across his shoulders, closed the door, pressed the lock button twice, waited for the beep, and he set off. The sun was overbearing, shining just over his head and directly onto the tarred trail. His feet could feel the heat rising right through his beach flip-flops whenever he stopped to check the directions. Almost to the bottom of the cliff face he had noticed that his trunks had begun to stick to the inside of his thighs as he worked up a sweat. He stopped to adjust his shorts and looked out onto the ocean and the empty beach below and figured that if all else failed he’d at least be able to take a dip in the cool ocean. Some decent relaxation on the beach would do him some good anway.

Now at the final two steps of the directions, off the tarred trail and now onto the sandy, pebble ridden, narrow trail he had reached the rock which was the point where he had, had to turn left and walk about a half mile or so and with a quick turnout to the beach, he would be there. With the the privacy that the narrow trail gave him between the cliff trail and the brush on the outside he stopped for a moment, set his backpack down and rapidly pulled the top of his trunks to air out the build up of sweat that accumulated from the walk down. He jumped up once to adjust himself and fixed himself and the bag back on his shoulders and he began walking. Now the tingling had turned into a rapid heartbeat that he could feel getting more intense and more intense as he finally got there. He stopped for a moment, pulled the trunks from the front and looked inside. Some of his worry had subsided as the heat had worked up a good posture.

The trail started to turn right and he could hear the waves crashing with evermore intensity, as did his heartbeat. With every pulse, conflicting thoughts swarmed over him on whether to go through with it. But his desire was strong and his youth led him to step through the trail onto the beach and to his suprise…

Nothing, not one beach goer was there, just the sand and ocean was in front of him. He had accounted for the fact that it was a Tuesday and had expected to the turnout to be few, but he didn’t think that no one would be there. It was the summertime and people were on other beaches that he seen on his drive here. He was disappointed and yet relieved in a way because the pressure of his adventure had disappeared. Well he thought, I guess it’s going to be a cool dip, and a summer read and he walked towards the surf to lay down his blanket.

After clearing the cliff now onto the beach he could see down the shoreline in both directions and could see people way up north on his right. He could see beach umbrellas, lifeguard stands, surfers, and beach goers playing frisbee or catch. He had wondered if he would make the long walk up there, but had decided that the walk was too long and the solitude of the empty beach was somewhat inviting and he set his bag down. He looked left pass the outcropping of the cliff and decided that it would be even more peaceful if he walked around the cliff and setup on the other side. Just as he turned the corner of the cliff he saw a few people scattered behind the cliff face. His heart had resumed pace and everything inside him began to tingle and quiver with anxiety.

He had read the etiquette and knew to play it cool and just go about business as usual. He now neared where people were laying out all spaced out to give each other privacy and realized that he had found it and that every person there was nude. He had also realized that everyone had peeped a look at from behind his sunglasses was either an old geezer or an old, crinkly blonde. He began to feel small and scared. There were no young people out here, it was just a bunch of old nudists soaking up the sun. And then he thought that the weekend would probably be different. He decided that it wasn’t that bad after all because he felt more comfortable with the idea of taking his clothes off with this crowd. It didn’t seem intimidating anymore.

He found the most private spot he could find and spread out his towel and set out his book and sun block lotion. He peered through the shrub branches onto the beach and take note of the others, feeling his penis growing with anticipation, and pulled his trunks down and off his feet. He took off his tank top and bunched it in front of his package because it had hardened with the element of exposure and was embarrassed. He stroked it a few times with his shirt out of sheer instinct and pushed it back down and with a relenting sigh it took a natural position. He was happy at this situation because he had looked plump and he had hoped this would last.

He laid down on the towel face down, his back side to the sun, and felt his hardness push into the sand beneath his towel. He could feel the sun bathing his back and it felt good. Making sure that everything was ok in the front he rolled over after breaking into a sweat onto his front. While turning over he glimpsed a leg out of the corner of his eye standing right next to him. It was a beautiful leg and he could tell instantly that whomever this belonged to she was going to be beautiful. All in that moment he looked at her French manicured toes, leading up to her small, smooth ankles, and beautifully toned calves. He knew that for sure that by tone and texture of her skin that she at least had a hot body, and this was no old horny lady looking for a thrill.

He corrected his manners at the instant his eyes reached her inner knees and turned over like a man and looked her straight in the eyes. But before his he could help but glimpse the super beautiful tits she had. They were round and firm, small nipples kissing the beautiful beach air, glistening with a hint of perspiration.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” her thin voice declared.

“Hi, oh hi, I, I just didn’t expect someone to be there.”

“I’m so sorry, I just got here and took a spot right over there. I just need someone to rub some sun tan lotion on my back. I didn’t think you would mind?” with a melting smile.

Jack coughed and cleared his throat and with a schoolboy charm, “Oh no, no not all.”

“Cool, I’m Bethany by the way” as she walked over to her towel.

“Are you here with anyone?” as he started to stand

“Duh,”, she laughed out.

“I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, first time here, actually first time I’ve ever been to a beach like this.” He began to feel small but did not dare concentrate on finding out if he was going to get smaller. He bent over to grab his sun block lotion and he turned to her catching her turning away from looking at his bare backside.

“Oh I’ve got sun tan lotion already,”


They began to walk and he chose to walk side by side with her after looking at her ass as she walked towards her towel awkwardly put him at a loss for words. He picked up his pace and caught up with her and then realized that this was awkward as well because his penis was dangling with every foot step right in front of her, so close to her hand. He maintained his composure, as well as his good posture.

She laid on her towel her and reached the sun tan lotion handing it to Jack without looking. Her face was buried beneath her golden brown blonde hair. He took the bottle from her hands, touching her fingers ever so slightly and kneeled down beside her. He poured the lotion in his hands and began tentatively rubbing her back which he had thought was tanned quite beautifully already.

“So,” she spoke out.

“So?” he muttered, not knowing what to say as his mind had disappeared and into his hands feeling every inch of her back, every contour of flesh, her small well rounded shoulders, and her fleshy lower back. He had to control his thoughts as reached her lower back the contours of soft skin made him quiver and he thought about kneeling between her legs would be better.

“Your name silly?”

“Oh Jack, sorry, I’m just”

“So this is your first time at a nude beach huh?”

“Yeah, yes it is, I didn’t know what to expect, I was so nervous to come down here but..”

“You from here Jack?”

“No just moved down to Southern Cal.”

“Well I think you are going to love it out here, I come down here a lot, better than the tanning beds you know.”

“Yeah back home the girls didn’t really get into the whole tanning thing.”

“Yeah well out here, I don’t if you noticed, but every girl is hot so you best be hitting the tanning salons”

“Yeah I noticed the spas on every corner.” A pause fell on them as he reached the last area of her lower right back. He rested his hands there feeling sullen. “Hey, I’ve gotten your back done” He sat there hoping for something, his balls squeezed together on the inside of his thighs as he sat on his knees, his penis squeezed forward. He could feel his balls tingling with unrelentless calling.

“Ok thank you so much.” Bethany replied.

Jack removed his hand from her back and stared at her side where her breast was squeezing out. He had noticed that it had a tan line on it and he moved awkwardly to stand up.


“Yeah” he said casually

“I know you don’t know me that well, but would you umm this is so awkward,” she paused and Jack started to get hard in anticipation. “Would you rub some sun lotion a little lower down?”

Jack’s penis stiffened against inner thighs and did not care as her head was turned the other way. “Umm absolutely, no problem,” He thought with great dexterity and continued, “You know I could give you a massage if you like, I mean…”

“Oh yes, that would be so great,” she calmly said with a SoCal accent.

“If you don’t’ mind I think could I get in between your legs”, he said and then, “I mean”

She laughed and turned her head towards him catching a glimpse at his hardening cock and to his eyes, and laughed, “How else could you give me a proper massage.” and rolled her to the other side, with smile.

Jack stood up his cock hanging heavily in the wind and with pure joy and excitement in his loins he slowly pushed her knees aside to and kneel over her backside. He poured lots of lotion in his hand this time and started to really caress her butt cheeks with each hand squeezing each cheeks muscles and deeply invigorating her. She let out a moan of ecstasy. He continued on to her back and to her shoulders, this time rubbing her round shoulders off the ground a bit to see her breasts squeeze back out the sides. He wanted to reach around her and caress her breasts and he started to dream of fucking her right now, raw.


“Yeah, everything ok?”

“Oh yeah,” she lustfully moaned

“I want you.”

He stopped and took in what she said, She was more than a stranger now, his hopes and instincts bubbled over with excitement at this statement. He reached down and rubbed the tip of his cock and felt his creamy juice at the tip of his head. He had disturbing thought of fucking raw but it had seemed so right, her hotness, his hardness,

“I hope you mean what I think you mean,”

“Let’s take this over to your spot, its more private we could get in trouble.”

Jack sighed with relief cause he knew he had a condom in his bag just in case this miracle had happened.

“Let’s go.” They stood up, she looked at his cock hanging ever so largely, on the brink of hardness and grabbed his hand. They walked hurriedly over to Jacks place on the beach and she layed down as she was before. Jack this time put lotion on his her knees and he spread them apart and kneeled down. He glided his hands up her fleshy ass and squeezed her gently pulling apart her ass cheeks, the lotion spreading apart on ass he her cheeks gave way to a beautiful anus, waxed clean, so inviting that he had put his lotioned finger on it, rubbing the entire divide with lotion. Her asshole glistened in the sun and Jack bent backwards with his ass towards the ocean and put his tongue on her anus. He started to lick and eat it at it and she started to gyrate with ecstasy moaning with delight.

“You can if you want to,”

“You mean”

“Yes, yes, please, “

“Jack reached over to his bag and swiftly unsheathed the condom. He stroked his cock standing at firm attention and slipped the condom on. The buried his face down into her ass and licked her throbbing wet pussy and drank her juices. He kneeled over her know and pushed his finger in her anus back and forth with more lotion and it started to open up. He was through, he looked at her ass in total and then he slid in.

September 2018
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