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Ocean Breeze by Selena Long
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Ocean Breeze by Selena Long
It was a clear, sunny day. The temperature was a mild 75 degrees
with a soft breeze coming from the East. I recently purchased a
black Saab Convertible and was anxious to try it out. The weather
was perfect for a picnic so I packed wine, cheese, grapes, and
two crystal goblets. I hopped in my car and drove to Paul's house
to see if he would like to join me. I pulled in his driveway and
placed the car in park. I heard the lawn mower running, but I
didn't see him until I started to walk toward the sound of the
mower. There he was. His tee-shirt stretched across his broad
shoulders, his shorts molded to his firm ass. His muscles
rippled, drenched in sweat as he pushed the mower over the grass.
"Mmmmmmmm, I can almost have an orgasm just watching him mow the
lawn," I thought. "I better save it for later." I repressed my
pussy's contractions, promising to satisfy its hunger later. I
didn't want to waste a good orgasm.
Finally, I caught his attention and waved hello. "Must be the
scent from my juices wafting in the air," I mused as I headed
towards him. "Hi, hon, I thought you needed a break so I packed a
light snack." You smiled at me in that strange hypnotic way of
yours. the one that make hot buttered cream drip from my cunt.
Only you can make me want you this strongly. I stopped wondering
how and why you cause these sensations long ago. "Why are you in
such a good mood," he asked while tilting his head to the side.
The gesture gave him a boyish appearance each time he did it.
"Well I have a surprise for you," I said. I told him to close his
eyes, then I took his hand to guide him to my car. "Okay, you can
open your eyes now." As he slowly opened his eyes, I could see
the shock on his face. "Kate, you brought it! I can't believe you
actually bought the car." I suggested we go for a ride to the
beach to break it in. You agreed and went to shower and change.
Half an hour later, you were ready to go. I noticed you were
wearing your shorts with an elastic waist.
We took route 3A to find a secluded beach. You drove so I sat
back and enjoyed the scenery. I was wearing a short white skirt
with matching tank top. The wind kept lifting my skirt, revealing
white lace, trimmed satin underwear. Little did you know they
were crotchless as well. You caught a glimpse of my underwear,
the sight of my thighs made you rest your hand on them. You
caressed their length, causing a small moan to escape my parted
lips. "Mmmmmm, that feels nice," I murmured. You continued your
assault by reaching between my thighs to seek out my swollen
clit. I gasped from the wave of pleasure that rippled across my
skin. I was wet, hot, and creaming. You knew you had me under
your spell. As I started to grind my hips against your hand, you
inserted a finger deep inside my tight cunt. "Oh, yes, yes," I
cried as I felt the flames of desire build. "Oh, Paul," I
screamed your name as you inserted another finger in my soaked
pussy. My mind was ablaze with a multicolored lights as I rode
wave after wave of pleasure. Suddenly, you stopped, removing your
fingers from their warm, moist home. I sighed in frustration,
feeling a deep loss. "Not yet, hon." The look in your eyes
promising more to come. "Two can play at that game," I thought. I
had a wicked idea that I was preparing to carry out. "Have you
heard Chris Issack's, "Wicked Games", I asked. "No, I haven't." I
inserted the CD, then selected track five to play. It started out
with a solo guitar beat, just the tune I was searching for to
enact my idea.
We continue to drive along Route 3A., wind blowing my hair. I
reached over to rub your cock through your shorts. It was semi-
hard from teasing me earlier. I stroked it slow until I heard you
moan. Greedy as I am, I wanted more so I reached inside your
shorts to touch you. You were smooth, hard, and growing inch by
inch as I stroked the length of your ridged shaft. You gasped,
whispering my name, over and over, begging me to stroke faster. I
answer your plea by removing tool from its' confinement. I flick
my tongue across the tip, the wind making it more sensitive as it
blows the wetness dry. "Kate, please suck me," you begged. "Take
me inside your hot mouth." I place my mouth on your throbbing
shaft and slid down it slowly. It jerks as I begin to suck you.
"Paul, I love sucking your cock," I said as I slurped around the
pink head. I sucked as you drove along the route. We reached a
small, but busy town. People were everywhere, but oblivious to
our love making. We stopped at a traffic light, then a tractor
trailer pulled up beside us. We knew he was following us because
you were weaving on the road. The driver of the trailer was about
to yell at you when he noticed the shit-eating-grin on your face.
The driver looked down in the car and saw my head bobbing up and
down your throbbing shaft. He yelled,"GO.FOR.IT," as we sped off.
We could still hear his laughter ringing in our ears. We had to
pull over because we were laughing just as hard. As we wiped the
tears from our eyes, we continued onward. The anticipation was
building, making you speed to reach our destination.
Finally, we arrived. You parked the car in the shade to keep the
seats cool. I grabbed the basket from the rear seats you
retrieved the blanket. There were a few people on the beach,
mostly elderly taking a leisurely stroll. We picked a secluded
spot, perfect area to enjoy our picnic. You opened the bottle of
wine as I spread the blanket. Your eyes were glued to my ass as
smoothed out the blanket. "Kate," you called out in a strange
tone. "Yes," I answered, noticing your heated gaze. "Nevermind,
hon." You filled our goblets with wine, your fingers grazed mine
as you handed me the glass. We gasped in unison. The intensity of
our touch ignited a burning ache within us. My hands trembled as
I attempted to slice the cheese. "Put the knife down before you
cut yourself." I agreed , then placed the knife in the basket. I
watched you reach in the basket to retrieve some grapes. "Here,
try these instead," you said as you rub the juice filled grape on
my lips. I stick my tongue to lick your fingers, then wrapped my
lips around the grape and gently sucked it inside my mouth. You
found it difficlt to breathe as you watched the juice run down
my chin. I held another grape between my teeth. You move closer,
placing your lips against mine as I slid the grape inside your
mouth, pushing it deep with my tongue.. Our tongues mingled in
ecstasy as I sucked the juice from your tongue. The taste of your
sweet lips was causing a burning need. You reached between my
thighs to stroke my swollen clit. Tremors shook my body, hot
river of cum poured out to run down my legs. "I can't let all
that cum go to waste," you said in a deep voice. You admired the
beauty of my moist pussy, the way the damp curls clung to my
skin. I laid back onto the blanket as you lowered your head,
trailing hot kisses down the length of my neck. We remove our
clothing, your hard , pulsating cock was screaming for release.
We changed positions so I could lick you as you devoured my cunt.
You ran your tongue between my slit, lapping at my juices, trying
to drink every drop. Your tongue felt so good as it entered me
slowly, pushing as far as it can go. My Spasms gripped your
tongue and suck you in deeper. I grind my hips against your face,
making it wet. I could scarcely concentrate while I flicked the
tip of your cock with my tongue, tasting you/ I stick the tip of
my tongue in your hole, searching for precum. I had one pearly-
white drop on the tip. I rolled it around before I sucked it down
my parched throat. Tasting more of you, I begin to suck the head
slowly, feeling every tremor as I slide down your stiff rod till
I reached your most sensitive spot. I slid upwards to suck the
head only, feeling its' outline before I thrusted downwards.
"Kate, I must have you now," you gasped. We changed positions so
you could enter me deep. I was on all fours, ready to accept your
first thrust. The force caused us to cry out from the sheer
pleasure of our contact. "Fuck me, Paul. Drive it in deep," I
demanded. You answered my plea by thrusting deeper with sure
strokes. My juices were flowing down your cock, making you wet
and shiny. My walls gripping you tight, urging you to pound
faster. You grip my waist to slam into me, your balls slapping
against my ass was like music to my ears. We could feel our need
building till we both screamed our climax. Your hot jism poured
deep inside me as my cum mingled with yours. You slowly pull out
of me. We lay so we can taste each others passion. You licked all
the cum from my thighs as I licked your balls, squeezing them
lightly to get the last drop. After we cleansed our bodies with
our tongues, we took a swim to end a perfect day.
The End
SL
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