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seat View Mirror, Part I by phyllisroger

I used to walk abode from my after-school job…a distich mi or more…and in those days…of having my beginning job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my boob were ample and boys made me pay attention to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a little older and liked to show myself off to son and my teachers…it made me feel of import besides just being a good girl with good grades.

It was still a very private thing : display and testify off but…well, it was then I began to go to school without scanty and it made me sense brave though it was from some of the former girls that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boy know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my schooling dress separating their looks from something truly special that would own opened their centre wide and throw them lap up their back talk. Just walking around that way aroused me Whitney Young body.

But after body of work, in my aphrodisiac pantyless res publica, I would walk home and think of school and my job and, in finical, the older boy who also worked there. He had a small car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking habitation and asked to hand me a ride…I said"certainly !"and popped in the front seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the tail for me as I jumped back in and sat in the little jump seat with my legs partly up and my dress draped high around them. I was scared he might have"had a look"but he didn't say anything and off we drove.

In a min his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he the likes of people and won't chomp. Just pet him behind the spike,"he said and I did. doggy licked my nerve as I rubbed his spike and he sputter his legs around, pushing my wearing apparel down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ear being rubbed, was very excited and his paws fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my crotch !

I looked in my Quaker's bottom view mirror and he was watching me recreate with his dog. I saw his eyes staring at me and I smiled back as the dog was getting really friendly with me but I pushed him down on the backside. There was petty elbow room in the seat and he was finally sitting between my leg and panting…his bow-wow tongue going back and Forth River, slobbering on my dress so I pushed him down and away. Wrong thing to do !

I pushed him down between my legs and he licked my leg on one face and then the former and I was still rubbing his ear as I was told. I looked in the can view mirror. My admirer's eyes were glued to the aspect in his back hind end and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my waist and he could see my bareness underneath. I thought he would face away and give me privacy but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the doggie was still licking up my pegleg and it felt good. I wanted more doggie slug and he was full phase of the moon of lap : the side of this leg, then that, and my friend staring. It was suddenly very quiet in the little car or was it that my pinna were ringing ? I felt hot there in the backbone seat with doggie, a drubbing tongue and those eyes in the fanny survey mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a slant and I could see myself now and my privates and then the bow-wow at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my oral sex back to enamor my breathing time. awry thing to do again ! Because then the barker licked right on my pussy. This one big lap of his glossa was startling and then another lick…my trunk jolted."Let him thrash you…no one will know,"my ally said as he kept looking at my bareness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to spread my cunt back talk for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my friend's eyes and his smile it made me even hotter like I was not only cuming for the doggie but also with him at the Lapp clip and I opened my leg wider to show him everything I had. I was slender, with ample white meat and my pussy was getting ginger hairs and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all spontaneous and dirty and my capitulum were full.

Then I felt a quiver at my shank and my legs got shivering as the dog licked me all over and between my brim and on my button, which made me escape from. barker churned me and licked and licked. My school principal was laid back, my eyes were closed and I peeked to see my Friend gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was shortsighted of breathing time and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frantic with my taste. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the rut at my waist traveled along my consistency, my tit hard. Then the pooch slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the little backside and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum intemperately on that risque tongue and all in plain position. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was plate. I straightened my dress.

"Ride plate tomorrow ?"my friend asked as I got out of the car. I was still in a heated, dream-like nation. I didn't answer him but I think he knew. I couldn't wait to get off work the next day and"get off"again.

Rear thought Mirror, percentage II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his school principal and pinna, very flaccid cuddly ears, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"on my hand,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my family my crotch was still wet and dripping with his other"drivel"which made me quiver and jog past Mum to my room and get the close tissue paper to clean up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touch and laid back ; my legs bare and poise and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."Honey, come down and help with me with the potatoes !"It was Mum and she broke the magical spell, putting on my pantie so I wouldn't drip, cleaning again and down to aid with dinner party."Your face is red,"Mum said,"did you run home from body of work ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the future day's ride, and you know the ride I mean.

But then there was school, which went very slow, and off to work but the boy wasn't there so study was a real painful sensation and it wasn't until several sidereal day later that he was back at study."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My heart skipped a beat and the clock moved dumb. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a couple Thomas More hr,"I said as I got in the car."Sit in back,"he said, Let's go down to the beach then and I'll still get you home on time."And off we went, me in the back seat again, he was already checking me out in his tush view mirror and if some girls take awhile to get in the mood for fun it wasn't this girl or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warm day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the smell of the ocean and my read/write head was resting, my ear pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My ally needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the mode just as quick as that his protagonist got in the front and we all said"Hi"and off we went. Now I pushed the dog away from me and held his nab making him sit beside and away from me ; he was just as lost as was I at these developments. talk about"three's a crowd"well we had a crowd and a dog and a serious turn off but I didn't say anything and we were at the beach, parked on a low cliff but where I could hear the waves and the mewlling gulls with their piercing cries.

"I brought some snacks and things,"my oeuvre champion said,"let's just relax here. It's very pretty. You're very pretty. Come on, just relax, my champion knows all about things."I couldn't believe my ears at that comment but what was I to do. I was in the back seat of a two room access car. I had nowhere to go and had all kinds of expectations but now, none at all.

We all shared some goody and a drink and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip."He's anxious,"he said,"just let him relax and see what he does. We all want to watch him."So there I was, my organic structure make, my mind not so much and he was licking my calf and my knee and above my human knee and two boys in the face seat, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his seat looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a second boy even if HE was quick for a show but the dog was certain ready and turned on and this metre he was humping my leg, licking my cheek, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four eyes in the figurehead seat and I was breathing hard now, buttock red, ears ringing, fool crying and my consistence crying for that dog no topic where I was and suddenly I didn't care who was watching.

It was a hot tantrum. Then it wasn't just the dog cock that was out but two more unbendable cocks were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the spinal column fanny and kissed me, putting my hired man on him. His tool was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn't attention, I surprised myself and was stroking cock, opening my cunt for the dog with my other hand, and dog was at me with his stupid, wonderful, wet, long clapper all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and physical structure, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy's clay pecker,"Don't full point,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't hitch,"and he lifted his nates and shot his cum in the air landing on the dog's back but I kept at him until he was limp. Then he just held my hand and slumped in the fundament, so it was my turn now to babble to my dog and his lingua was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eyes and there was our number one wood wanking himself and spending on the steering wheel, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more tongue and there were hands on my legs, then a manus on the dog's pecker guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt lips, wetting me more but he was one frantic dogtooth at this tip poking at a very frantic girlfriend's physical structure. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but things were out of control.

The dog was hurting my bottom when he missed and missed again, that tart pointy thing missing the mark, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; lift up a slight ; don't tease an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ears were wide-cut and I scooted down ; this clock time he didn't miss and I felt this smooth cock stab again but stab sliding inside and I had set the dog on fervour, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, my bitch hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stabbing matter ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The rear survey mirror showed my galvanise heart like they were in a trance, I knew my whole body was tense up, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing Son like the boy ‘ s :"Don't stop. Please don't, don't stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."Bible wouldn't come ; licking my back talk, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my thighs, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off.

As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to straighten and polish my attire, hoping Mum hadn't come home early. I needed a bathing tub ; I was still in a perspiration, needed to clean up and cool off down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second fourth dimension that week and I didn't want to explain, obviously."It was just a one clock time thing."I said."I'm not that sort of girl."And thinking, wondering, about the next drive home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at home, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn't believe me. Why would they ? I didn't believe myself. I had my pay packet boat and had a new shorter dress in mind and it would be easier to bring up up for thing.



Not just my toes got tending !

I loved to get quick for Saturday night and as a young girl showing off my"product"at the local anesthetic terpsichore which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to pair and I spent near of the day getting set up for the night : egg laying out my clothes, what I would wear ( and not wear ! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a double-dyed outfit if you get my clue ). My routine : a thoroughgoing bathroom and after that, my soundbox all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sis were out for their own Sat subprogram and I was alone in the sign of the zodiac to cosset and primp myself. I had a date that Night for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to dance and finger me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dance, mess of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Sat night got me going in ways even during the day.

Our sign of the zodiac was repose with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low can painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to match : fingers, toes, hair thread setting off my dress. My feet in a pan of warm body of water, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little barker nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of water supply, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his read/write head and began to trim my toenails, doggie licking my digit and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the warm water, I patted his oral sex and stroked his lenient ears.

So picture this : a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally compensate, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my common soldier, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and buck private, pretty practically alone, legs apart to expert reach my base, my toes closed together, the lips of my slit closed but my crotch open so I could get at my invertebrate foot, doggie ready for head-patting, bridge player lacing, me thinking of my date at the saltation that night, totally uncontaminating from my bathing tub, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark street corner of the dance anteroom and afterward when he would work with me and I would"dance"my soundbox on his hand, how his finger's breadth would surely get me hot and make me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my mouth and tell me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked cunt ; that he was glad I wasn't"fully"dressed for our fun.

And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the dance and all and gave no thought to his soft bow-wow headland, his licking doggie tongue on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away :"Naughty boy. Your nozzle is moth-eaten !"and he looked up at me curious, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my feet and the cold nozzle again that shocked me but doggie had my smell and wanted More, his nose slipping all along my kooz from butt up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold olfactory organ on my hind end sent a shudder like it was my appointment was at me, but now it was during the day, an early excitement before the dance that Nox and I pushed his intrude away.

There wasn't anything haywire about an clean-handed dog or me and my pedicure but that cold olfactory organ was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Saturday night to the here and now and I wasn't set up yet I thought. It was this foreign affair in my mind and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and sisters wouldn't be back anytime soon ; pooch looked trauma when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easy. I was a skillful missy but his cold-blooded nose was exciting my genital organ and it was our very buck private affair ; who would know ; the kitchen was quiet except my ears were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my slit spreading my sassing apart with another shocking microscope slide. My branch opened more as peg will and that insensate nozzle from tail end to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my hired man on his head teacher, this fourth dimension petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that clapper, up the bulwark of my slit again,"Good doggy,"this time, getting me wet, his natural language had my taste and he was at it.

It was too of late for me to discontinue ; I wanted this now ; I was past cerebration, it was too gamey, too honorable and agitate and forbidden all together, natural language and fanny now in control. I was dancing in my mind feeling proficient affair. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my stifle and down my legs, spreading my sassing for my turn on doggy and his anxious tongue, making me drop, licking up my spend and I was petting his auricle, lifting his mouth on me. His tongue was dipping inside my prick for more and I was hot at my nerve centre ; my trunk was throbbing now as his cold olfactory organ and hot tongue were bringing me off like no day of the month had ever done at any dance or in any dark turning point, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could hear my appointment susurration as I came and came, this time not on his fingers, as he was holding my fount. This fourth dimension coming on a Whitney Moore Young Jr. barker's spit and I was holding doggie ‘ s grimace, hoping he wouldn't stop, not now in the middle of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his water bowl, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the weewee and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the rightfulness to rest soundless even with the ringing still loud in my spike and making me smile, licking my lips.

A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

It wouldn't happen these daylight but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different pattern : condoms were hard to witness, virginity was important, nonchalant sex was for ‘ other'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprisal that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred promises to each other including :"no sex before wedding"though we loved each other. And, you know, being good nipper we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to early tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest was downhill…or uphill depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a niggling resistance act at initiative, to taunt him…it felt so serious to have his hand on me there, his finger getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a display at the drive-in…It was the first tumid cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about stopcock and how to squeeze, kiss, caress, build it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my body but we still kept our promised to wait until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our common vow…barely. I was despairing for what the real thing would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow !

One night we were at a party at a friend's sign and we girls got to talking…the male child on another position of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the girls tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of course of study, his potent cock had penetrated my mouthpiece and his fingers had penetrated my wet cunt and …I loved it when we did that…but no cock penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the insight word…we were abstaining from that one, penult, thing…indulging in the eternal sleep. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to continue with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that part. I confess I had itch beyond what we did…I didn't tell Brett of my frustration but I took guardianship of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few workweek after the party, Bret and I went on a double appointment and repel to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't double-dyed prudes…and sat on the Baroness Dudevant on cover my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, feeling and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panty as usual, his fingers setting me on fervency and my girlfriend getting played with by her boyfriend near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled."Isn't the beach expectant ?"With all the kissing, breathing and fingering I didn't notification when my girl and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to have an intervention for you two lovebirds,"and then her boyfriend announced :"rightfield here…right now !"I didn't know what to reckon or say…

My legs shot together ; I pushed my dress down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened."No…"I said,"We're not having an intervention."Her fellow responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this silly vow you two have…it's all ridiculous."

I didn't know what else to say. I just looked at Brett, kneeling beside me and he was nonplussed…there was another voice :"Yeh…you guys…this vow stuff is darn !"

It was two former bozo who were at the party a few workweek before…I was shocked and a small scared. What would fall out ? They had planned all this. Did Brett recognise, too ? My mind was a mess…my body hot…but my judgement a mess.

"We're taking charge here, you two imbecile. Brett's lady friend is one hot chick and I've wanted to have it off her myself,"the interpreter in the dark said. I tried to see his face but everything was shadows. And the moving ridge were pounding…the Baroness Dudevant in my toes. There was Moon and cloud and the pound of the wafture and my head was throbbing."There's a metre for screw,"he said…"that metre is now !"

I started to stand but handwriting pushed me back down on the blanket…holding me there…and…"we saw what you were doing with your boyfriend…you were all over each other…it's time to finish up what you started !"I was scared and looked at Brett, still beside me, asking :"What do we do now ?"

I was looking for help but Brett was silent. What an asshole ! I think he liked the totally scene…I thought he might even hold planned it…"This wasn't my idea, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were work force, fate of hands, holding my wrists above my head and grabbing my legs at the ankles, holding them apart, my dress at my waist, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."help !"I said. The Wave pounded against the auditory sensation of my voice."You can't do this ! Stop !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that isolated beach. The Wave were tawdry in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No moon and I was being held by inviolable guys…my lady friend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you,"she said with a indulgent, reassuring quality. Her workforce were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panty. I was now open to the world. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the spoiled I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be well-fixed and tried to wrestle away."God ! What a consistency,"one guy said.

"Can't let that pretty cunt go to waste,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few consequence before was wet, hot and commove. Now, I confess, the scene and the hands holding…it was all exciting and my head pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, delirious and still a slight scared.

I was in the firm grip of guy who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also full of lust on the blanket, at the beach, with the phone of nature…my soundbox naked…legs spread…I felt the air chilling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and lick that affair,"said yet another and I felt a oral fissure on my piddling pure cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one incline and then up the other…a cold nose moving on my clit…which stiffened to the natural language and I squirmed again but this clock time, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my organic structure to respond but it did. I dug my bottom into the cover but two handwriting lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool, waves were licking the shoreline…the licking of my cunt was continuing. I tried to affect to one side, then the other, my wooden leg being held, and squeezed my kitty but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. I couldn't supporter it and then another punch. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a hard one, but wet and tasty,"the spokesperson said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't assist it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to do it. I was thrashing my head from face to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His manus was on my stomach, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too dependable. I couldn't help myself and lifted for More of his terrific tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt rampart as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the Bastard ! But what could he do ? I hated him at that moment…he could at to the lowest degree ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my organic structure said to me and I tried not to hear it. It came again, with the waves,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and alive with water rushing in, rushing out ; my touch were rushing the same…my cheeks hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an unspeakable, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

"You wet bitch,"the licker said…looking up…"You are so fucking wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once more to squirm away and I slipped from his grip on my slit lips but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his arms, lifting me for serious tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away from him this clock time. I was in lust…beginning to slack, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his tongue and my other captor sensing my lust, released my wrists. My lady friend whispered watchword coming to me again :"No one's going to hurt you."To be honest it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to yearn for more.

My hands went to the drumhead of this licking bastard at my shank and I rode that face…writhing on his rima oris as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's set up bozo !"he said…"My spit's tired ! Saviour !"I started to relax a little, my wet pussy open air to the night but my ankles were still held…my hands covered my private parts and for the first clock time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the dark darkness of these Guy and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt good but my eubstance needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing but I was silently begging for more….my pussy was aching…the cool air was on my pussy lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"Come on Brett. We've got her ready…now finish her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS ! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the setting, the guys and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the dark. Brett and I had our vows, after all…it was sacred to me and to him…they couldn't be broken…or could they ?

"Come on Brett…it's either you or we'll contain a bend at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my middle, I looked back…my legs being held and spread open…my kitty-cat hot and dripping, my genial res publica confused and hot…and I do intend HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to espouse some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future husband and his resolve…I laid my header back, closed my eyes…It was straight : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"Make up your creative thinker, guy,"it was the vocalization holding one of my wooden leg. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my header :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so handsome, a tent in his shorts, I wanted him so much…"What can I do honey ?"he said."It's either them or me. You love me, don't you ?"I froze. No motion. We had promised each former, respective fourth dimension and here we were…them or him…I just closed my eyes again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the shadow."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

second passed…I see a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my buck private, hands taking my radiocarpal joint away from my hot soundbox, exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my legs and a stiff cock thrusting at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my carpus, firmly, I was open and ready…more thrusting at my cunt then spreading my pussycat lips…the shadowy bod knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One concluding chance…make your choice, Brett…it's you or me…you're ready and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please help me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the waves pounding…my oral sex pounding.

The waves were loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my articulation. I waited. I was numb and closed my center again. I didn't have to wait long as I felt a stopcock begin teasing my cunt brim but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt light-headed, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more social movement on the cover and then :

A pecker was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my gasp lips. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the waves, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to experience what a tangible prick was like inside me…not just one of my dildos I enjoyed.

I had never told Brett I had cheated on him with dildos…we had a vow…dildos didn't violate the vow did they ? Right then I wanted hot flesh, without my hands guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking dominance. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after dense kissing with Brett. I couldn't severalize him about it…now it had all come to me there in the Night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the rattling thing fucking me. I listened to the pounding Wave and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to meet it.

I was a captive to my eubstance, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ ladies'size, for personal use, my dildo toy…this was hot…and big…BIG…it was stretching me like never before…it would fit, wouldn't it ? My personal dildo was slender, delicate…this thing inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guys released my wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my hairs, my clit…this hot thick cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my fingers touching on this unspeakable, grand thing that began stroking inside…each metre going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroking and fucking…feeling it move in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my go to tease…fingers on each incline of the monster…wetting our crotch with our fluids…I stroked the sides of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from face to side…his breath on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I didn't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and mumble and lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't tell. I didn't tending about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lecherousness and was humping on this great peter which searched inside and up to my throat, chewing on it as if it was in my pharynx and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the Wave were swirling on the beach, in my mental capacity, washing through my bitch, to all of me. My ankle were released, and I was holding this body, this great cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the wonderful turncock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to depart and I squeezed to have got it but it slipped out. Then there were early cocks and to a greater extent kissing and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my love ... I was decrepit and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my slit ached for more…more and More fucking on the beach, on the blanket, in the dark, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and psyche. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my cunt was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the cover until I was drained. Brett held my hand and stroked my thighs and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was pipe down, dark, the lunar time period was receding, the undulation more distant. I put my head on his articulatio humeri and reached to his waist to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so glum and my lust so intense I wasn't sure. His putz stiffened with my stroke. I measured it with my hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first cock but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be indisputable and almost didn't care. I loved Brett and loved all the roll in the hay but I couldn't continue doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one night matter. One thing was for sure. I would need a bad dildo. My girl would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not sure if it was Brett, are you ? Neither am I…it was so dark. Besides, I was off to the position also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a bastard but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the huge first cock I mean. I would remember the size of it…I couldn't hold to find out.

The Pub Wall…what a surprisal, Part I

I was a sweet Loretta Young thing, recently married and with a pocket-sized child who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a calendar month, as he made a good keep supporting us…I was too immature to possess a child, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of hormones, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but burden along therewith…you know what I mean. Days at abode, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a honest young woman but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any problems, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination room to meditate what was so funny about the question. So prim and right but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A short walking around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and data processor and things…pay as you go but have them now…for multitude with small credit…Johnnie would walk me dwelling sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you know how people look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would tell apart me…how my prospicient auburn hair was gorgeous…how I made men change state around and look at my hair and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would pass and the manner of walking home were to a greater extent fun than work.

One dark he told me he'd buy me a crapulence on the way home…I arranged for child to be with Mom overnight…that day I wore a shorter doll than usual…combed my hair until it really shined…we were going to a pub…have a drunkenness and then he would, as usual, walk me plate but what a surprisal was in store for me that dark along the low wall outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young bloke who meant no harm…I was a conjoin fair sex with a Lester Willis Young baby. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about hormone and Loretta Young girls…he could never approximate how I got so wet at times…how I made that nurse laughter with my question…and the other girls at work saw him paying care to me and would narrate me affair :"vigil out for Johnnie,"they would titter,"walking you home is just the starting time of things."I didn't know what the"things"were…he was nice to me. I would get out about"things"and"low Pub walls"that night.

All I could think of that day was the"after work"part…it was a Friday…a weekend ahead…and I would be paid on Friday…so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the place to the pub…it was early Fall…a warm eventide and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a table and he brought a pint of lager beer and a glass of white wine for me…it was things about work and the people we worked with and the wine was warm going down…I didn't know why I was flighty but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his married woman and how she never had time for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to let the cat out of the bag about sex and how he got no sex at home and went on about his wife and she didn't like"fucking"and that was a startling Bible for me. Men didn't talk about"fucking"when they talked to me…but the word was exciting to me…I felt myself getting wet. It was so very unknown that just a man using that word could make me wet…my cutis was warm…my whole body was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of vino to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word again :"fucking"and if it was the wine or the password or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar looking at me…I shivered…I pressed my legs together…wrong affair to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my peg sent me more shivers…so I swallowed some wine-coloured and felt a little dizzy about it all…this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my wooden leg, getting that thrill…my hubby gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd tell him to"fuck me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a good girl…but I'd surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug.

"I was talking to you,"Johnnie said,"you seemed to not be listening."“ I was,"I lied,"I was just looking at the men at the bar. They're staring at us."“ They're not staring at us,"Johnnie said,"they're staring at you…You're really pretty."I know I blushed. He was a flatterer, that Johnnie, sitting across from me here in the pub on Fri night in our short town and I was feeling it was quick in the room and it was sentence to go and walk place and I told him I had enough wine, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my hubby and my shaver and was not going to be unfaithful. I was sure of that. It was very hot in the pub and I waited for Johnnie to wind up his pint and pay the circular. I was looking forward to Saturday morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was warm this evening and surely be a nice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his nice word and the"piece of ass"Holy Scripture lingered in my idea and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the dame to freshen up…my face was flushed from the wine…my step-in were almost dripping…I took them off, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent more shivers…my lips were puffed up and wiping got me hot but it was time to go…I couldn't stay the night in the bath !

Johnnie finally…finally…finished his dry pint and off we went…waving good night to the bar keep…the men at the bar gave us…me…a lastly smile and wave…and off we popped. It was very iniquity outside and the crickets were in full voice…no Moon and secluded.

There was a low bulwark along one English of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full on the lips…his tongue went inside my oral fissure, exploring my oral fissure. My natural language pushed back…"How dare he,"I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue…I jerked my head back and he looked me in the eyes, smiling…his arms were around my waist."You're really pretty tonight…did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me to be with a hot girl."I heard the office girls saying :"…walking home with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's backtalk was on me again…I was wet again…as his tongue wetted mine and my sassing felt thick…his breath hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very tranquillity along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn't have taken off my pantie I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the girls were rectify :"…it was just the start of things…"I was a serious miss but my body was being bad…his breathing time on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the night was cool but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"have a go at it"me…there was that word again. I wasn't going to"know"him and told him"No."But his tongue was whispering to me and his lips were teasing me and I was wet and hot and said"Johnnie…please don't…please…"He lifted me onto the wall…holding my waist with his hands, I pushed on his shoulders but our waists were aligned…my bottom on the paries his shank pressing against me. I looked to be for certain we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my legs and I felt the cloth of his trouser against them…pushing and spreading them…"Please Johnnie,"I said again but it was not a"please don't"it was too lately for that as I felt his flesh now…it was hot and the nighttime was cool and I said just a very weak…a hoping and leave"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"cunt"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"cunt"and it was ready for his putz as I felt his peel against my skin and I looked around, the pub noise and the night noise, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"bonk"my"cunt"…we were both hot and wet and make for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took clutch of his putz which was hot and slippery and I held it and looked at him…he was looking right into me…I was on that wall…"Please Johnnie !"I whispered, pleadingly now…."fuck me !"His cock was not as long as hubby's but it seemed very thickset and he pressed against me and I felt the head spread my lips…he almost spite me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this thick Pole of a cock…I wanted release. I wanted fucking…even out of doors on the low pub wall…he held me compressed and pushed…I opened as wide as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way mysterious and I felt his waistline on my waist…his tomentum on mine..finally I was impaled on his fatheaded thing as he churned away into me…it was cool…we were very wet and hot all at the Saami time…he got at me…our tongues…my cunt, his cock, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his neck and his waistline pulling him tight as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that thick hot cock until I was finished and came and was cool again and he lifted me down off that low pub wall…I had gotten off… and we walked home…his cum oozing down my thighs…I was so glad I could go habitation to an vacate house, clean myself up and dream about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"showtime of things."Delicious sexy things as you will see.

The Pub Wall…Part II…we got started

After that night on the pub wall I was afraid to go to work…afraid to look Johnnie in the eyes and with all the other girlfriend on the scepter of giggles…after all, they had warned me about Johnnie…how walking me home was just getting started with him…and I knew now what was"getting started"and all that.

But I did go to put to work, did appear Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my puss ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a risque boy and just his feeling made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub wall, unzipping, that very thick pecker, spreading me, fucking me and making me do and come…so I did look him in the eyes and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a married woman with a small child and, also, my hubby was often gone for a long time. What is a Pres Young char to do except…well…I did thing after they got started…it was all Johnnie's error, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me home, bought me a drinkable at the pub, put me on the wall…fucked me…Oh God ! Did he ever fuck me good and hard and made me tremble and support him in a expiry's grip and want him to never leave my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"screwing me Johnnie,"it said…and my cunt wanted it more…it was a benediction to my body…my consistency craved these things…so what was I to do…a power had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick cock, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to meet him after body of work ! She made me cringe. How could she not adore and want this man…he said she didn't and I believed him…I imagined her at our Pub and that no man at the bar would even face at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went home by myself that night and looked at myself in the toilet mirror…my hair and my oral cavity that he had devoured…took off my work clothes and stood in front of the mirror…for the firstly time…admiring myself. married man never said I was really moderately, but Johnnie did ; Hubby never devoured my mouth but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub wall with hubby or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my peppiness bush and my ginger tomentum and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his dick in me…I was a good girl but never as skillful or white as when I was coming on Johnnie's thick cock when it was fucking me…I went to slumber and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the kickoff of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't plectron him up after work again…it was my bout

And so it was…more arcanum smiles…I thought it might come about Sooner and dressed for the consequence. I wore a short-change doll and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than than usual and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be to a greater extent whispers or giggles…he was around the niche in his fiddling car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket buns so I couldn't squeeze against him…"damn"I thought."Let's private road to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a pretty spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my seat and it was growing dark but there was a moon this night and I began to see its rumination on the route and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the edge of the sea…I could hear the undulation against the shore and the moonlight shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so restrained and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a special place this dark after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a peck on my face and then on my lips and then that stupefied lingua inside my rima oris, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving tongue. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that was…hubby and I were strictly the old fashioned way and then to sleep…covers over us and both sleeping…but Johnnie…the daughter said :"walking me home was just the start"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, moonlight, tongues and then…

"motion over here,"he said. He pulled me…my body over toward him…lifting me over to where he was opposite the wheel…so what is this all about, I thought, what is he doing ? I was a bad girl, a very bad and naughty little girl, this night…I dressed that morning without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat diametrical my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to count at my legs…he was a strange bloke but even he excited Young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to pluck up something but I knew he was looking at my ramification and up my clothes if he could…I opened my pegleg and let him see at my fanny…I was naughty but you should stimulate seen the look on his face ! I loved it…letting him look at my cunt…just the thought had made me hot and wet…and here I was with Johnnie Hot…my pet epithet for good old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his next trick…it wasn't long for me to recover out…he pulled me over to him and the steering wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to kiss and pet me…telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my mind I saw his hands on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs…"You're so unbelievable,"he said,"and your branch are smooth."He ran along my thigh, back and forth, and to the warmness of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is soft and wet,"he said…it all excited me…I knew his fingers were wet with me…I wanted his cock and reached for him…he was stiff…I unzipped his drawers and released his thick cock…it was moist…"You've made me wet, too,"he said…and I rubbed his pre-cum all over this pecker and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said dirty things to me…"You're a hot woman. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprisal for you tonight…"There was no pub rampart or crickets or early things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt spicy and dirty and aphrodisiacal and hot and pretty and wanted to have intercourse my surprise. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my skirt to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my hide all over and moved one leg toward him…moving the other leg aside…"Sit down,"he said…but there was nowhere to sit down…I looked down…there was my backside and his rump and in between, the console and gear shift knob straight up…it was my surprise…"That's your surprisal,"he said…"Sit down."I looked at him and didn't know what to do…he put his hands on my waist pushing me down…he kissed me again…tongues…and petting my fanny…I was so wet and the air made me cool…he pushed me down on the power train shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the knob was just a thing…"Sit down on it,"he said and urged me down and down and my lips were so wet it was easy to include this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the knob facing pages my lips…as had his thick cock…I slid gradually down, down on the knob…It eased up into me and I was finally on the console table and the knob completely inside…after Johnnie on the low pub wall it wasn't so hard to do and I was so very wet…remember the laughter from the nurse ? …that I sort of slid down around it, nuzzling inside and another kiss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts…but I was still wanting…wanting that release like on the wall…this pommel job wasn't doing it…it was just a kind of nice thing inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling…

"Do you like your surprise,"he asked and I nodded…trying to be appreciative…"Okay, but that's not your surprise…"I was confused now not knowing…Johnnie turned on the locomotive engine and the knob came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to rear off but Johnnie held me down…his handwriting business firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a little and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his paw were all over my breasts and rubbing my thigh and the engine was running…but the gear shift knob inscrutable inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his lingua and his hands on me and the vibration inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my body was feeling all this…all the vibe was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my twat but making me palpate all over my cunt lips and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my knees were weak and Johnnie was whispering dirty things to me and my torso was riding this thing inside setting me on fire and my ears were full…I heard the waves at the shoring and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the light was inside me…straddling this surprising thing…I grabbed Johnnie's point and held it…hoping…hoping for his heat and saying things in his ear…"Oh…Ohhh…I'm…ohh…coming…coming…"He revved the locomotive engine and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw asterisk and moonlight and mob in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that knob which was making me purr and come and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me…petting me…bringing me down…please bring me down…I was so gone…so wonderfully gone…needing to get along down and he just held me and tears were on my typeface and I licked my lips and felt salty tears…the boss was gone, it was all quiet…I was gone…somewhere…Johnnie just held me…held me…thank you Johnnie for holding me…letting me go down…what a surprise…

Hawaiian Shangri-la

Hawaii : my favourite place but this time traveling alone as, at the last minute, my girlfriend had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the plane from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the flight there was turbulence and I had visual sense of John John Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the motion-picture show"The highschool and the Mighty,"Phil Harris complaining in the rear of the plane…the crowd evaluating the"point of no recurrence"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecation of the comely hostess. They could have turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the ground crowd boss had warned Anthony Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a fancy modern jet, the fuselage trembling, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a recollective day. I needed a holiday away from the convulsion of the position and my interfering foreman who was always importuning me…the prettiest woman on the staff for :"Dinner ?"or"partiality a drinking or two after employment ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my spot to see my engraving, have a drink, strip down and fuck."How pure ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our planing machine landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my room at the Moana…a piddling fourth dimension at the Banyon Court for a drink or two and then some serious…all along…sack prison term. The next day I had hired a car for a drive to the other side of the island…away from the gang of Waikiki…to the tranquillity shores near the Polynesian Cultural shopping centre where there was little culture but draw of people.

Not far past the Center was a fantastic hiking path among the fertile Malus pumila trees to the Sacred twilight and Pool where I planned a peaceful and restful duck soup. I had heard of this shoes from a aborigine of the islands some class past and this was my time to search and enjoy. I drove past the little village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty-bellied. I was dressed and equipped for the hike : A cover pack with snacks and wine, of form, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short dress and tennis shoes. That's all I needed, plus a blanket for a little nap at the drop. I was on my way. No ordinary tourist was I and there were no tourist here…they were all buying the memento at the Cultural Center…a Mormon endeavour. Try finding a well-disposed bar there ! It wasn't going to happen. I brought my bar with me !

And up the hill I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle climb slowly to the descent, only a few air mile. It began to rain down and then stopped. I had my float suit under my little dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other tramper ascending and descending but few in bit. It was tranquilize and idyllic and dreamy…one could not want for More paradise in Hawai'i than this secluded hike and the evenfall and pool ahead.

I wasn't far on the path when I could hear the lumber piss of the falls…my heart and soul began to pound…with the hike and the thrill of paradise awaiting me ahead. I trudged along."Have you been here before ?"a spokesperson just behind me inquired. I didn't feeling but, a little breathlessly answered :"No, it's my first time up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred capitulation,"the vocalism said. I paused and looked to the author of the vocalization. It was a freehanded Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a liberal smile with beautiful grinning. He was younger than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was brisk because of my foreman I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to early things so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peace and tranquility at the falls, it is a native thing. The fact of the falls in this outside place, the strait of the Waters, their cleanup nature…A spiritual experience."I smiled and believed I was going to hold a religious experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some steep portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my short dress at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my skimpy swim suit…but thinking of him watching my rosehip, my buttocks moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girl for a little protection just now ? abode attending to her blasted emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my bottom but preventing a fall…those hands on my privates at an unexpected moment but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was penny-pinching, holding me for seconds. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, warm and silent native. His arms were substantial and muscled. I was such a lilliputian, slim affair. He could easily deliver caught me no matter how far I might have fallen."You're very pretty,"he said. I just smiled and continued up the path. When he caught me my suit had slipped up in my crotch. Now he was still behind me…should I adjust the suit of clothes or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thinking of being watched…admired ? … by the handsome native with the strong arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and draw and he must also have been attracted to attractive me. It was natural and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and preserve my hike. Let him expect and admire my shape and my flesh and my almost defenseless fanny. Then, red cent, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare peel on his brown flesh which was terribly warm on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his weapon system, against his chest."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our bodies against each other's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so briefly and yet…it was on my mind and surely on his.

He put me down."The capitulation aren't far from here,"he said,"Be careful."“ okeh"is all the brilliant answer I could induce, my look flush and didn't quite sleep with why but I was blushing. It wasn't Sir Thomas More than a stern international mile and we were at the animal foot of the declination, apple trees abounding, I put down my mantle and sat to catch my breathing time, putting aside my back pack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a moment,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a pelt tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could let been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thigh, his coxa, pectus, arms…the swelling in his suit…I caught my breathing spell again ! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the metrical foot of the falls letting pee cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The body of water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his hired man to me…"Come on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him use up my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My lithe dead body passing by his…our build touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was cool and wonderful. We swam together to the falls and splashed underneath.

Then I swam back to my mantle. He lifted me up. Those unassailable deal on my waist lifting me easily to where my cover and lunch were. I climbed up…showing him my bottom again…why was I always displaying myself to him ? But that was what was happening…he pushed me slightly until I found my foothold and then sat on my blanket."That was Nice,"I said. He smiled.

"My public figure is Carol."“ Percy, Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each early now :"Would you like some of my tiffin ?"“ Do you make enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must have looked like a written report in a still life : Patrick Victor Martindale White skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronzed indigene man. Surely an artist would canvas us.

There were a few others at the Falls, two children and their kinfolk who splashed and played, I brought out the wine-colored and the cheese and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early afternoon. stupid person me ! I had forgotten to bring a bobfloat screw…how to open the wine without a screw ? There was that countersign in my judgment here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in discouragement."Give me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a prayer and fold your eyes,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my bridge player and gave me the bottle, now opened."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"Magic ! Don't you believe in magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very powerful thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then high mallow, bread, our short make-do sandwich and more than drinking from the bottle…the splashing of the water from the spill, the sky in the afternoon beginning to change by reversal pink…I looked around…the children and their household were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Hotspur."This is why I come here at this fourth dimension. For peace."Peace, I thought, alone with a form of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of rhyme with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread of loot, a flask of wine here in the wilderness, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine was almost gone.

"Can I tell you Christmas carol ?"I looked at Hotspur."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That word in my capitulum"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a vocal came to me….Then Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the afternoon, I have a cache just for an occasion like this."The sky was growing pink. Sir Henry Percy stood and dived in the water. I watched his potent peg and firm buttocks under his suit as he dived into the pond and disappeared under the falls. He was gone now to his ‘ memory cache'emerging in moments…a bottle of vino lifted above his body, a gorgeous smile, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to spread out it, pushing the bob inside…"surprisal !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.

His body was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His hands were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to tingle. That Good Book :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hired man massaging my spinal column and down my back.

I heard the words of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the vocalizing of Virgin Mary Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Christmas carol at the Sacred autumn looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will encounter a stranger…thrills went down my back…his custody were down my back…my hands rubbing his vertebral column and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can tell you why ?"Those beautiful words of the song…and our handwriting on each other : who can excuse it ? Not the words but the feelings, just now, in the wild, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his hands on my back…I shouldn't…I wouldn't…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot hands on me…stroking, stroking…I didn't know what would happen next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting eventide"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my chest pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his trunks and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottoms down…we were two hot naked lovers, our soma meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the puddle, beneath the waters, our torso joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my blanket. He was at the waters edge. I heard the hammering of the falls and he brought me to him…my legs around his fount. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me cheeseparing to his grin, lifting my can on to his mouth. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my twat backtalk, massaging. I closed my eyes. This enchanted evening.

My dead body was his…we were wet…I was wet…not from the piddle and his natural language anointed my wet body…insinuating him into me…I lifted and spasmed to his ablutions and that magical thumb…my manpower were on his head…feeling his ears…and the move of his tongue, bringing me to an edge.

I could finger him coming out of the puddle now hovering over my body. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his stiff cock at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to position him…he said"No… let piddling Percy rule you all by himself."Little Sir Henry Percy, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to await but removed my clench on his vast clay cock…I felt him searching for my aching body…I was so ready for this…needed this…needed to release.

Then I felt his cock at me…spreading my lips…slowly…he was such a specimen…this beautiful man and ‘ fiddling ‘ modest, immense, unwavering Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my hex eventide with a unknown a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to wait any longer…he was inside and recondite and pressing and again…I lifted again to take all of him into my organic structure,"Milk River me Man !"Please jazz me cryptic and contract me…"I was gasping now, again and again as he was thrusting and then frantically…pausing, tensing…giving me of himself…then lying on me as I released in orgasm…the falls pounding in my spike as ‘ lilliputian Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with gentle osculation. I hugged him tight not wanting him to leave me but feeling him go piano, slipping out and we laid, side by side.

He poured a little wine between my lips, bringing me to life and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my body and a finis smell on me where I was still hot…

At house my girlfriend asked :"Have a secure time ?"I just laughed and said :"You will never have a go at it ! ”