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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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Sand and Surf (Part 1)

Summer 1988

Daytona Beach, Florida.  Summer had just begun and I found myself on vacation with my best friend, Wendy and her family. Her mother had just remarried and the only way she could really go on a “honeymoon” was to take the kids along. So there we were: her mom, new stepdad, little sister, older sister, Wendy and me, all crammed into their new minivan (which looked like a lunchbox on wheels). We ventured down from Georgia to the Florida coast in record time.

Once there, her mother “excused” us to go see the sights.  She also excused her sisters to grab some food. I think she wanted some alone time with her new hubby. Wendy and I put on our bikinis and raced down to the ocean to check out the scene. There were people everywhere. We grabbed some chairs and secured a spot in the sand while we took it all in.

Although it was late in the afternoon, we managed to get a head start on our tans. Please note, Southern girls, (especially back then) were all about their tans. It was a sign of status. It was something you “worked” on. It was something to be achieved. And we were well on our way. In fact, I got a bit too much sun and my shoulders were pink. We headed back to the room to get showered and changed for dinner.

Her family was so different from mine. With my folks, we always had a big production over dinner. Where we were going…how far away it was…who was driving…when we were leaving…and it went on and on. With her family, her stepdad gave us each $20 and told us to grab whatever we wanted.

And we were off again.

This may sound cheesy, no…not “may” sound, it will sound cheesy, but stay with me. Wendy and I looked so much alike that people regularly mistook us for twins. So we often dressed alike, which always drew second glances…exactly what we wanted.  We were almost identical except she was slightly taller and her eyes were a true blue. But I had the C-cups and fuller lips. Dressed in red tanks and white shorts, we hit the strip in search of some fun.

We were approached by so many different guys. Some of them our age, some of them older, some of them MUCH older. They flocked around us. I think most men have some type of deep-seeded twin fantasy. And we loved the adoration. 

There was a pair of young men that seemed to hold our attention longer than the others. They were dental students on vacation from somewhere up north. Aaron was very blonde, with an angular face and dark eyes. He was quiet and pensive. He reminded me of Sting. I could tell there was a darkness underneath his introverted surface, so I gravitated more towards him. His friend’s name was Jeremy. He was muscular, loud and raucous, just how Wendy liked her men. 

We grabbed some food at a local diner and then set out for a nightly stroll on the beach. Wendy and Jeremy walked ahead of us. They were drinking beer and laughing. They chased each other in the water and played around like kids. It was their version of foreplay. Aaron and I hung back a bit. We were in the middle of a long chat about physics (no lie). I was turned on by his intellect. I enjoyed his awkwardness. I knew he had potential to be a lot of fun. The ones who are wound the tightest, usually are. We decided to sit down on an abandoned blanket on the beach and continue our conversation.

“Wendy and Jeremy seem to be having a lot of fun,” he said, motioning over to where they were. Wendy was on Jeremy’s shoulders while he ran into the waves.  He would pretend to throw her into the water and she would squeal for him to stop. They were having a ball. “Are you sure you want to hang out with me? I know I am bit boring compared to him.”

I smiled at him, “No. I am right where I want to be, Aaron. I enjoy these deep conversations.”

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. I laid back on the blanket and looked up at the sky. It was truly magical to see the stars like that. I was trying to decipher the constellations, when I felt his mouth on mine.

His kiss was choppy and nervous. He seemed unsure of himself, which made him even more awkward. I reached up and touched his cheek, pushing the hair away from his eyes. He stopped and looked at me. Stared at me, like he’d never felt that type of touch. Then he leaned in to kiss me again, but this time, it was good.

Soon he was on top of me. Right there…on the beach, just like in “From Here to Eternity” but we were far away from the water’s edge.  In fact, we moved back a bit, behind a dune for privacy.  We undressed each other without hesitation, with no worry about our location.  It was pure passion. The kind you have with someone you’ve just met, that you know you’ll never see again. It’s liberating.

I felt him enter me. I could tell he was not as experienced as me, but that was okay. I was accustomed to being the teacher. I guided the rhythm and pushed my hips to meet his. It was so incredibly hot, being out there on the beach and the risk of being caught fueled my fire. I pulled him into my body and flipped positions on him. Being on top gave me even more control. He loved it. He’d never had a woman on top before. He was enamored with my soft, full breasts and teased them relentlessly. He came within minutes of me mounting him. His loud growl could be heard halfway down the shore.

We got ourselves dressed and caught up with Wendy and Jeremy. Both of them were drunk, soaked from the ocean and spent from their little tryst on an empty lounge chair. Aaron and Jeremy walked us back to our hotel and bid us goodnight. It was 3:00 in the morning. Wendy’s parents were sound asleep. We managed to slip into bed unnoticed.

That morning, her mother woke us up early for breakfast. I rolled out of bed, sore and tired. I shuffled to the bathroom and felt like I was on FIRE.  No, not from a sunburn. That would have been far less painful. Sand had migrated into my nether regions during my little jaunt on the beach. Yikes! But that’s what you get when you play in the sandbox, right? 

All of that on the first night of the vacation. There were six more days to stir up trouble…and we made sure we did. beach blanket-1

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