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Sand and Surf (Part 2)

I was out of commission by the second day of our vacation. I learned that sand and sex do not mix well.  And like most everything I’ve gleaned from life, I learned it the hard way. (No pun intended.)

Wendy was a true friend. She put herself on a voluntary hiatus, so that I would not be the odd girl out. We spent the next couple of days sunbathing. At night, we would go to an all-age dance club.  We would dance the night away and stroll in about 1:00 am. It was good clean fun (for a change) and we both enjoyed it. Sometimes, we would hang out at the hotel pool for a while.

One evening, as we soaked our tired dancing feet in the pool, we were joined by two young gentlemen, John and Tony.  They were from Ohio, on vacation with John’s grandparents. John was 18 and was planning to enlist in the military in the fall. He had red hair and a stocky build. Tony was 19 and had the most intense brown eyes. John was intellectual and witty, which was typically my type. But this time, I wanted Tony.

It was getting late and we didn’t want to push our luck with Wendy’s parents, so we made plans to hang out the next day.  After breakfast, Wendy and I went down to the beach for another day of sunbathing and people-watching. John and Tony joined us that afternoon. We walked down to a small amusement park and spent the rest of the day riding all the rides. It was great fun.

That evening we met up with them for dinner at a seafood restaurant. John’s grandparents insisted on meeting us and treated us all to dinner. Funny, Wendy’s parents didn’t even ask where we were eating. His grandparents were very nice and asked a ton of questions. I was always at ease with the parental types since I’d duped my own parents for years. They left the meal thinking we were such nice girls.

As we say down South, “Bless their hearts.”

We all went out dancing, which was simply an act of foreplay for me. Tony moved well on the dance floor and I could just imagine how he would move in bed. He was of Latin descent and sex oozed from his pores.

“It’s hot in here” he said as the music changed to a slow dance.

I leaned into him, “Yes, it is. I’m thirsty. How about you?”

“Very thirsty” he said. “But I’d rather have something other than what they are serving here.”

I could see where this was going. I played coy, “What are you thirsty for, Tony?” I asked.

“I have some vodka back at the hotel. I just need to get some orange juice for a mixer. Want to walk back with me and get a drink?”

Again, being the dirty little slut I was (and still am) I knew exactly where this was going.

I smiled at him with a mischievous grin, “Sure, Tony. Let’s go have that drink.”

We walked back to the hotel. On the way, he stopped at a convenience store and bought some juice. We walked into the room and he fixed us a drink. I was hoping he’d forget about the drink, and drink me instead. But we tossed back our beverages quickly and he proceeded to make us another. (I really felt like telling him that he didn’t need to get me drunk to fuck me, but he seemed intent on getting a buzz.)

We drank that one a bit more slowly.

He took off his shirt. His tanned skin glistened in the light. I wanted him. Badly.

He leaned over and kissed me. I felt his hands on my skin, moving up my thighs as he reached up my dress. My panties were soaked with desire and he could tell how badly I wanted him.

He pushed his fingers within my folds, feeling my sticky wetness. He pushed farther into my throbbing hole. One finger, then another. Pushing three inside me. I moaned a heavy sigh, as I felt him stretch me. God, I wanted him to fuck me.

He loved watching my face as my greedy cunt grasped his digits. I lost all inhibitions and fell into the moment. Grinding. Pushing. Bucking. Edging closer to an orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled his fingers out of me and pushed his hard cock inside. He pounded my body with his as he licked his fingers. I leaned up eagerly licked them too, which sent him over the edge. I could feel his cock spasm as he unloaded inside me.

I then pushed my fingers into my ravaged hole and brought them to my lips…slowly and deliberately cleaning his hot load off of each of them as I stared into his eyes. He took my lead and pushed his fingers inside me, putting them to my lips.

“Suck them clean for me.” he said. He watched me take each of his fingers deep within my mouth as I meticulously sucked and licked his seed from them. He was so aroused by this, that he was ready to fuck again in a matter of minutes.

My legs were up on his shoulders when Wendy and John came in. That was awkward, but they didn’t seem to mind, as they were locked at the lips walking towards John’s bed. They were in their own world and didn’t seem to mind that we were there. Tony was not as comfortable with the arrangement.

“Let’s go down to the pool” he said.

“I don’t have my swimsuit with me” I said. We were staying in the same hotel, but I didn’t want to risk waking Wendy’s parents trying to get it.

He looked at me and grinned. “Don’t worry. You won’t need it”

(To be continued)

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The Halftime Show

The year was 1992.  I honestly do not remember who was playing in the Super Bowl.  I am sure I could Google it and provide you with those additional details…but that’s not what we want is it?

His name was Tim and we met at the gym (the same place I met Tony).  He was a stockbroker by trade that took his workout regime very seriously.  He was ripped.  His arms.  His torso.  His legs.  He was Adonis-like in form and had a baby face to go with that body…complete with dimples.  It was almost too much to take in.  His voice was deep and authoritative.  He was outgoing and friendly.

And we had immediate chemistry.  He was 37 and I was 20. He took the lead and helped me learn my way around the gym.  We started a tumultuous relationship.  On again.  Off again.  Hot sex.  Bad arguments.  More hot “make-up” sex.  Off again.  And we stayed off for a while.  We would see each other at the gym, where we would exchange niceties as we went about our business.  I’d begun using the aerobics room to work on dance routines as I belonged to a belly dance troupe.  It gave me a quiet place to rehearse, with mirrors and little distractions.

One day, I felt someone watching me.  It was Tim.  He smiled that boyish smile and i found myself wet, thinking of how he would feel inside me.  He motioned for me to come to him.  I walked over as he brushed the sweaty hair from my face.

“You are an amazing dancer.  I didn’t know you could move like that.”

I blushed and said, “Thank you.  You’ve seen some of my other moves. Guess I was saving these for a different time.”

His tone was serious, “What are you doing Sunday?”

I had no plans, but didn’t want to seem too available.  “I’m not sure.  It’s Super Bowl Sunday.  I may go to a party. How about you?”

He grinned, “I am having a party.  Come to mine.”

I smiled at the thought, but then remembered how volatile things became when we were together.  I hesitated.  “Maybe, I will.  I will let you know.”

He pulled me close to him and whispered in my ear, “I will pay you.”

Pay me? For what? 

“I want you to be my halftime show.  I want you to strip.”

I was a little taken aback.  Not that I was offended.  Not being prudish.  Just surprised that he wanted to put me on display like that.  But I was intrigued and flattered.

“What time do you want me there?”

“Be there around 7:00.  Have about 30 minutes of dances ready.  I will give you $200 for your time. I want you sexy, not dirty.  Many of my co-workers and clients will be there. No women.  Strictly a guy-thing.”

And at that, he turned and left.  And I realized…it was Friday.

Holy shit!  What do I do?  Which songs?  What do I wear? I was nervous and scared and I LOVED IT.  I went to my car and pulled out all of my music.  I needed to find the perfect songs for the occasion.  Before I knew it, it was dark and the gym was closing for the night.  I’d worked out searching for inspiration…for 3 additional hours and had lost all concept of time.  But in the end, I felt prepared.  I selected six songs.  Everything from AC/DC, to Prince, to Van Halen to James Brown.  It was a sexy playlist and I had special moves for every song.

On Saturday I spent most of the day shopping for stripper-wear.  But came up with little more than some thigh high fishnet stockings, a black lace corset, long black gloves and a black cowboy hat. I had a little black dress and boots perfect for the occasion.

Sunday arrived and I was beyond nervous.  I almost backed out.  But the adrenaline junkie within me took over and I found myself on his doorstep at 7:05.  He ushered me in a side door and had me wait in his bedroom while his guests watched the game.  He brought me a strong cocktail, which was the liquid courage I needed.  I tossed the drink back and waited for my cue.  I’d already given him my “mix tape” and he had it poised and ready.

He opened the door and took my hand as he led me to his game room.  There were about a dozen men there.  All of them were surprised to see me.  Tim turned the stereo on and introduced me as a “close friend” who came to entertain them.

“Tonight, you will remember this halftime show far more than the game itself.  Feel free to tip this young beauty as you see fit.  But no groping.  She is a lady and I hope to have her back for future parties.”

At that point, I heard the first riff from Back in Black and I found myself in the zone.  I’d brought a kitchen chair to the center of the room and straddled it as I began my routine.  I had them in the palm of my gloved hand as I mixed belly dance with burlesque.  By the third song, Prince’s Darling Nikki, I was down to the corset and cowboy hat.  I closed out the routine with James Brown’s Man’s World, a slow and decadent song where I received the most tips, in nothing but my boots and a g-string.  I felt like a goddess.

I received an additional $100 in tips and a roaring round of applause with lots of inquiries about my availability for other parties.  I was not prepared for that type of reception.  And Tim looked like the hero to all of his friends.

“You were amazing. I am so proud of you…and I am so turned on.  Fuck me here.  In front of them.  I want them to watch us.”

I was not prepared for that.  But at this point, I’d had another strong cocktail and I was game for the exhibition.  I looked at him and pulled the chair over to the side of the room, where I motioned for him to sit down.

I knelt in front of him and unfastened his pants, pulling them down slowly.  I could feel his hard cock beneath his boxers as I pulled them off.  I provocatively pulled my g-string off as I mounted him on the chair.  His friends were quiet as they watched us.  I think they were shocked that we were so audacious to fuck right there…in front of them.  He pulled me down on his cock hard as he rammed himself inside.

I gasped with delight as I rode him.  He squeezed my breasts and kissed me as he pounded my hole.  I remember how amazing it felt to come unglued and orgasm in front of a group of strangers. They were speechless.  The game had been back on for over 30 minutes, and the TV was not even turned on.

But they were.

Best halftime show ever.  I don’t know who won the game that year.

But I felt victorious.

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