Being more intimate chronicle by other noblewoman who enjoyed orgasms in different times and unsuspected places.

seat horizon Mirror, function I by phyllisroger

I used to walk home base from my after-school job…a couple stat mi or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my bosom were plentiful and male child made me pay care to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about'things.'But by this time, I was a little sure-enough and liked to show myself off to boy and my teachers…it made me feel crucial besides just being a trade good girlfriend with good grades.

It was still a very private thing : show and show off but…well, it was then I began to go to schooling without panty and it made me feel brave though it was from some of the former young woman that I first heard about not wearing them. Little did the boys know when they admired me, there was only the fabric of my school dress separating their facial expression from something truly especial that would have opened their eyes wide and fix them lap their lips. Just walking around that way aroused me youthful body.

But after piece of work, in my sexy pantyless state, I would walk dwelling and think of school and my job and, in special, the honest-to-goodness boy who also worked there. He had a pocket-size car and one day drove up alongside as I was walking menage and asked to hold me a ride…I said"for sure !"and popped in the strawman seat…But I almost sat on his dog and jumped out the door…he said :"Get in back,"and moved the seat for me as I jumped back in and sat in the short skip over seat with my legs partly up and my clothes 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 minute his dog jumped back on me and I pushed it away."That's okay…he likes masses and won't bite. Just pet him behind the ears,"he said and I did. Doggie licked my cheek as I rubbed his ear and he scramble his ramification around, pushing my attire down and exposing my legs. I pushed it back up but the doggie was enjoying his ears being rubbed, was very excited and his manus fumbled all over me, messing my dress and even stepping on my private parts !

I looked in my Quaker's tush view mirror and he was watching me play 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 hind end. There was little room in the seat and he was finally sitting between my legs and panting…his doggie tongue going back and Forth River, slobbering on my attire so I pushed him down and away. Wrong affair to do !

I pushed him down between my legs and he licked my leg on one side and then the other and I was still rubbing his spike as I was told. I looked in the tail end view mirror. My friend's eyes were glued to the vista in his binding butt and I realized why. My dress was pushed to my waist and he could see my nakedness underneath. I thought he would wait away and pay me seclusion but he didn't. He said :"Go ahead !"I didn't know what he meant but the doggie was still licking up my stage and it felt good. I wanted more doggie licks and he was wide-cut of licks : the slope of this leg, then that, and my Quaker staring. It was suddenly very subdued in the little car or was it that my ears were ringing ? I felt hot there in the hind butt with pooch, a licking tongue and those centre in the rear view mirror…watching.

He moved the mirror to a rake and I could see myself now and my privates and then the doggie at work and it was all very erotic to me just then. I laid my psyche back to catch my breath. Wrong thing to do again ! Because then the bow-wow licked right on my twat. This one big lap of his tongue was startling and then another lick…my body jolted."Let him solve you…no one will cognize,"my friend said as he kept looking at my nudeness.

The car seemed to be moving very slowly and I petted the dog's ears some more and reached down to spread my cunt mouth for him…it was naughty…but I was aroused and wanted more licking and he was doing just that. When I watched my champion'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 Same clock time and I opened my legs wider to depict him everything I had. I was slender, with ample breasts and my cunt was getting gingerroot hairs and I felt proud and hot showing myself to him as the dog kept at me. It was all unwritten and dirty and my auricle were full.

Then I felt a chill at my shank and my legs got precarious as the dog licked me all over and between my backtalk and on my push button, which made me shake. Doggie churned me and licked and licked. My capitulum was laid back, my eyes were closed and I peeked to see my acquaintance gripping the wheel. He was breathing deeply too at the scene. I was short-circuit of breather and gasping for air as the dog had his way with me. I was spending on his tongue…he was getting frantic with my gustation. I hoped we'd never get home !"Ohhh ! Ohh ! Mmmm"I was murmuring as the warmth at my waist traveled along my body, my mammilla hard. Then the doggie slowed and finished and I was still dripping on the lilliputian seat and pushed him away. I couldn't take any more. That dog had made me cum difficult on that naughty tongue and all in sound off view. I was still breathing hard as the car stopped. I was home. I straightened my dress.

"drive home tomorrow ?"my friend asked as I got out of the car. I was still in a fire up, dream-like state. I didn't answer him but I think he knew. I couldn't hold to get off workplace the next day and"get off"again.

fanny View Mirror, part II

I got out of his car, petted the beautiful dog on his drumhead and capitulum, very soft cuddly ears, and he licked my hand ;"dog slobber"on my hand,"Yuk !"but when I walked into my house my genital organ was still wet and dripping with his early"slobber"which made me shiver and Trotskyist past Mum to my room and get the nearest tissue paper to cleanse up. I sat on the bed, cleaning and touch and laid back ; my legs bare and cool and played with myself, still wetting up and came again quickly."honey, come down and facilitate with me with the potatoes !"It was Mum and she broke the spell, putting on my panties so I wouldn't drip mold, cleaning again and down to help with dinner party."Your cheek is red,"Mum said,"did you run home from employment ? You seem out of breath."I just nodded and began peeling and dreaming of the next day's ride, and you know the ride I mean.

But then there was shoal, which went very slow, and off to work but the boy wasn't there so piece of work was a existent pain and it wasn't until several day later that he was back at work."I had to get my car repaired,"he said, smiling at me."I'll see you after work."My philia skipped a beat and the clock moved slow. It was pay day and I got my package :"Mum won't be back for a duad more hours,"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 rachis fanny again, he was already checking me out in his raise view mirror and if some little girl take awhile to get in the humour for fun it wasn't this female child or this dog, he was already nosing around. It was a warm day, windows down, the air blowing my hair, the odor of the ocean and my head was resting, my ears pounding when he stopped the car and I sat up, alert. We weren't at the beach yet and,"My champion needed a ride, too, and here he is."In the mood and now out of the mood just as quick as that his friend got in the front man 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 befuddled as was I at these ontogeny. Talk about"three's a crowd"well we had a crowd and a dog and a unplayful 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 Wave and the mewlling gulls with their piercing cries.

"I brought some collation and matter,"my piece of work friend 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 spike at that remark but what was I to do. I was in the back seat of a two threshold car. I had nowhere to go and had all sort of expected value but now, none at all.

We all shared some goody and a drinkable and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grasp."He's uneasy,"he said,"just let him loose and see what he does. We all want to keep an eye on him."So there I was, my torso ready, my mind not so much and he was licking my sura and my knee joint and above my genu and two boys in the straw man seat, one looking through the mirror and the early adjusting in his backside looking right at me. He smiled and I grimaced. I wasn't ready for a second boy even if HE was cook for a show but the dog was trusted ready and randy and this time he was humping my leg, licking my brass, then trying to nuzzle me and I was being watched by four middle in the presence seat and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, ears ringing, gulls crying and my body crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn't care who was watching.

It was a hot scene. Then it wasn't just the dog rooster that was out but two to a greater extent stiff peter were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the backward seat and kissed me, putting my manus on him. His cock was slippery ; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn't fear, I surprised myself and was stroking tool, opening my puss for the dog with my other mitt, and dog was at me with his stupid, wondrous, wet, farseeing lingua all over me there and everything was dreamy in my nous and soundbox, my wooden leg were tingly and alive, like the boy's corpse cock,"Don't stop,"he said,"Ohh, just like that, don't, don't stop,"and he lifted his arse 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 hired hand and slumped in the bottom, so it was my routine now to talk to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eyes and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the steering bike, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for Sir Thomas More knife and there were hired man on my pegleg, then a paw on the dog's cock guiding it to me, hitting at my twat sass, wetting me more but he was one frantic dogtooth at this point poking at a very frantic girl's body. I said"No !"and then"No !"again but things were out of control.

The dog was hurting my rear end when he missed and missed again, that acute pointy affair missing the home run, stabbing away."Scoot down more ; raise up a little ; don't teasing an animal."“ No ! Don't,"I said but lifted up more, scooting down. My ear were good and I scooted down ; this clock time he didn't Miss and I felt this smooth dick knife thrust again but knife thrust sliding inside and I had set the dog on blast, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on flame, my cunt hot and ready, lifting and writhing on this stabbing thing ; we were joined and"No, don't"had become"No, don't stop."The nurture view mirror showed my startled middle like they were in a trance, I knew my whole body was strain, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing words like the boy ‘ s :"Don't period. Please don't, don't stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh."word wouldn't come ; licking my lips, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my second joint, 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 smooth my attire, hoping Mum hadn't come household early. I needed a bath ; I was still in a travail, needed to strip up and cool down. She wouldn't believe I had run home a second time that week and I didn't want to explicate, obviously."It was just a one time thing."I said."I'm not that sort of girl."And thinking, wondering, about the following drive home."Bye !"and the two of them drove off, me finally at dwelling, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn't believe me. Why would they ? I didn't believe myself. I had my pay packet and had a new shorter dress in mind and it would be easier to lift up for things.



Not just my toes got attention !

I loved to get cook for Saturday nighttime and as a young girl showing off my"wares"at the local dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent nigh of the day getting ready for the night : laying out my clothes, what I would wear ( and not fatigue ! I was a sexy matter and didn't wear a sodding outfit if you get my hint ). My subprogram : a thorough bathing tub and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sisters were out for their own Saturday act and I was alone in the house to pamper and primp myself. I had a date that Nox for the dance ; a cute guy who liked to dance and feel me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dance, mess of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday dark got me going in ways even during the day.

Our house was tranquilize with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low stool painting my fingerbreadth and now my toes. Everything had to match : finger's breadth, toes, hair ribbon setting off my frock. My metrical unit in a pan of fond pee, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little doggie nearby, glossa out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to trim my toenails, barker licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a fundament from the warmly piss, I patted his headland and stroked his gentle ears.

So ikon this : a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel ( covered ? Not totally comprehend, I mean it was just a towel. ) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my privates, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and individual, pretty a great deal alone, legs apart to better reach my pes, my toes closed together, the lips of my slit closed but my crotch open so I could get at my pes, doggie make for head-patting, hand licking, me thinking of my date at the dance that Nox, totally houseclean from my bath, but thinking of what particular date and I would be doing and feeling in dreary corners of the dancing Granville Stanley Hall and afterward when he would play with me and I would"dancing"my body on his hired man, how his fingers 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 severalise me how pretty I am and how he loved my defenseless 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 easygoing doggy caput, his licking doggie tongue on my manus 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 nose is low temperature !"and he looked up at me singular, seeming to smile and licking his mouth.

Then I was back to my human foot and the coldness nose again that shocked me but doggie had my perfume and wanted more, his nose slipping all along my kooz from bottom up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nozzle on my butt sent a thrill like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an too soon excitement before the dance that night and I pushed his horn in away.

There wasn't anything wrong about an innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Saturday dark to the here and now and I wasn't cook yet I thought. It was this unknown thing in my mind and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and sis wouldn't be back anytime soon ; doggie looked hurt when I pushed him off, his eye looked sad and would I let him"nose me"again ?

I wasn't easy. I was a expert fille but his common cold nose was exciting my genital organ and it was our very buck private thing ; who would cognise ; the kitchen was quiet except my capitulum were ringing ; then doggie's wet cold olfactory organ was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking sliding board. My stage opened more as legs will and that cold-blooded nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet puss, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my mitt on his headspring, this clock time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that natural language, up the walls of my pussy again,"Good doggy,"this clock time, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too recently for me to quit ; I wanted this now ; I was past cerebration, it was too naughty, too full and commove and forbidden all together, clapper and fanny now in control. I was dancing in my mind feeling good things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my stifle and down my peg, spreading my lips for my excited doggie and his nervous tongue, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his mouth on me. His glossa was dipping inside my cunt for more and I was hot at my center ; my body was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any grim corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my serenity kitchen I could hear my date rustling as I came and came, this time not on his fingers, as he was holding my side. This clock time coming on a untested doggie's tongue and I was holding pooch ‘ s face, hoping he wouldn't layover, 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 human foot, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the right wing to remain silent even with the ringing still loud in my ear and making me smiling, 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 rule : condoms were laborious to find out, virginity was of import, nonchalant sex was for ‘ early'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting serious we made hallowed promises to each other including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being good shaver 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 former ting, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest was downhill…or acclivitous depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a little resistance act at first, to tantalize him…it felt so good to have his hand on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a appearance at the drive-in…It was the first erect cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to hale, kiss, caress, make it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my eubstance 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 desperate 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 ally's house and we girls got to talking…the boys on another incline of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the daughter tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of row, his stiff shaft had penetrated my sass and his fingers had penetrated my wet cunt and …I loved it when we did that…but no rooster penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the penetration word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the rest. 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 impulse beyond what we did…I didn't Tell Brett of my frustrations but I took charge of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few weeks after the party, Bret and I went on a image engagement and labor to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, tactile sensation and all…Brett was under my wearing apparel, inside my panties as usual, his digit setting me on fire 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 slap-up ?"With all the necking, breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my lady friend and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to have an interference for you two lovebirds,"and then her boyfriend announced :"rightfulness here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

My peg 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 boyfriend responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this sappy 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 representative :"Yeh…you guys…this vow clobber is Irish bull !"

It was two other guys who were at the party a few weeks before…I was shocked and a little scare off. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett make love, too ? My mind was a mess…my body hot…but my nous a mess.

"We're taking bursting charge here, you two changeling. Brett's young lady is one hot chick and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the voice in the dark said. I tried to see his face but everything was vestige. And the waves were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was Moon and clouds and the pounding of the Wave and my drumhead was throbbing."There's a sentence for fucking,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to brook but hands 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 clock 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 service but Brett was silent. What an asshole ! I think he liked the completely 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 custody, Lot of script, holding my carpus above my head and grabbing my legs at the articulatio talocruralis, holding them apart, my clothes 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 waves pounded against the sound 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 barren on that isolated beach. The waves were loud in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any sensation. No moon and I was being held by hard guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to spite you,"she said with a soft, reassuring tone. Her script were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panties. I was now afford to the world. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the uncollectible I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be slow and tried to squirm away."God ! What a body,"one guy said.

"Can't let that reasonably puss go to waste,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few mo before was wet, hot and excited. Now, I confess, the vista and the hands holding…it was all exciting and my head pounded. Another confession : I was still wet, hot, excited and still a lilliputian scared.

I was in the unshakable grip of guy rope who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also fully of lust on the mantle, at the beach, with the sound of nature…my soundbox naked…legs spread…I felt the air cooling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and work that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my piddling vestal cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one side and then up the other…a cold scent moving on my clit…which stiffened to the spit and I squirmed again but this time, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want my torso to respond but it did. I dug my bottomland into the blanket but two manpower lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool, Wave were licking the shoreline…the licking of my slit was continuing. I tried to locomote to one side, then the other, my legs being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a strong one, but wet and tasty,"the voice said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to recognize. I was thrashing my head from side to side…"No…don't"I said but now I was just mumbling. His hired man was on my breadbasket, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too good. I couldn't help myself and lifted for more of his rattling tongue.

His lingua was slipping in me and along my cunt bulwark as I twisted from English to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the son of a bitch ! 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 consistency 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 alert with water supply rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my brass hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my breadbasket, licking harder…in an awed, 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 to a greater extent to squirm away and I slipped from his grasp on my cunt rim 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 time. I was in lust…beginning to slack, wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching out-of-doors for his clapper and my early captor sensing my lust, released my carpus. My girlfriend whispered speech coming to me again :"No one's going to hurt you."To be true it didn't hurt so far…NO ! it didn't hurt at all. I was starting to smart for more.

My hands went to the head of this licking whoreson at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's set guys !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to slacken a little, my wet purulent capable to the nighttime but my mortise joint were still held…my manpower covered my privates and for the kickoff time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the darkness apparition of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt in effect but my body needed finishing…my dead body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said zippo but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the assuredness air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

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

"cum on Brett…it's either you or we'll take a number at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my pegleg being held and spread open…my pussy hot and dripping, my mental state confused and hot…and I do mean HOT ! We loved each former ; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future husband and his resolve…I laid my headland back, closed my eyes…It was rightful : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"Make up your judgement, guy,"it was the voice holding one of my stage. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my head :"No !"I said, but just mumbling. I could see he was weakening. He was so handsome, a tent in his shortstop, 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 other, several multiplication and here we were…them or him…I just closed my centre again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the phantasm."I don't want you to do anything. I love her. Just leave us alone."

Moments 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 privates, hands taking my carpus away from my hot dead body, exposing me again, pushing them back over my promontory. I felt social movement between my legs and a pissed cock poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then person held my articulatio radiocarpea, firmly, I was open and ready…more poking at my cunt then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy image knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One close chance…make your choice, Brett…it's you or me…you're make and so am I."I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I grunted…"Please aid me."I didn't know if he heard me with all the moving ridge pounding…my head pounding.

The waves were loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was dead and closed my eye again. I didn't have to expect long as I felt a cock begin teasing my twat brim but then it moved away ... my hands still held away from my privates…I felt vertiginous, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…not scared…wanting…there was more movement on the blanket and then :

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my gasp lips. I kept my eye shut, listening to the moving ridge, the cocksucker was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…I wanted to feel 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 ? rightfulness then I wanted hot flesh, without my hand guiding it…a prick fucking me, taking restraint. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after large fondling with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the material matter fucking me. I listened to the pound wave and wanting my own pounding…that pecker was entering me now and I lifted to meet it.

I was a captive to my body, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar spirit ‘ 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 affair 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 hair's-breadth, my clit…this hot thick cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my finger's breadth touching on this awful, wonderful thing that began stroking inside…each clip going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroking and fucking…feeling it displace in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my turning to tease…fingers on each incline of the monster…wetting our private with our fluids…I stroked the English of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side 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 mutter and rhytidectomy for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't William Tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in luxuria and was humping on this great tool which searched inside and up to my pharynx, chewing on it as if it was in my throat and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the waves were swirling on the beach, in my brain, washing through my cunt, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this soundbox, this bang-up cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the grand cock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to go out and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were other rooster and more kissing and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my passions ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my cunt ached for more…more and more fucking on the beach, on the blanket, in the dark, I wanted more cock-milking of my physical structure and person. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my cunt was a leave sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my hired man and stroked my thigh and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was quiet, dark, the tide was receding, the wave more removed. I put my header on his shoulder and reached to his waistline to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so dark and my lust so vivid I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroke. I measured it with my deal around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first cock but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be for certain and almost didn't care. I loved Brett and loved all the fucking but I couldn't keep doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one Night thing. One thing was for sure as shooting. I would postulate a bountiful dildo. My girlfriend 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 side also being fucked."

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

The Pub Wall…what a surprise, Part I

I was a sweet vernal affair, recently married and with a small-scale nipper who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work…hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a effective living supporting us…I was too young to throw a youngster, in my mind…I was just barely 21, full of hormone, didn't want more children…one was enough…joy but encumbrance along therewith…you know what I mean. days at plate, no married man, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good girl but often aroused. I once told the nursemaid, who asked if I had any problems, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the interrogation room to ruminate what was so odd about the question. So prim and proper but got wet easily and fraught and now with a youngster.

I got a job. Wouldn't you ? A little walking around money and something to do…people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's and information processing system and things…pay as you go but have them now…for multitude with minuscule credit…Johnnie would walk me family sometimes and flatter me along the way…"Do you know how people look at you ?"No, I didn't, but he would tell me…how my long auburn hairsbreadth was gorgeous…how I made men turn around and look at my hair and legs and my ass…how I was"hot."And so, working days would pass and the walks home were more fun than work.

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

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering unseasoned fella who meant no harm…I was a espouse woman with a young child. But he knew hubby was gone for periods…I guess he knew about internal secretion and young girls…he could never guess how I got so wet at times…how I made that hold laughter with my question…and the other fille at employment saw him paying aid to me and would secernate me things :"Watch out for Johnnie,"they would giggle,"walking you base is just the head start of things."I didn't know what the"affair"were…he was nice to me. I would find out about"things"and"low Pub paries"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 office to the pub…it was ahead of time Fall…a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration…we sat at a board and he brought a pint of lager and a glass of white wine for me…it was thing about work and the multitude 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 wife and how she never had meter for him…how they argued a lot and then he began to tattle 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 Son 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 strange that just a man using that word could cause me wet…my skin was warm…my totally body was warm…Johnnie brought me another glass of wine to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that watchword again :"fucking"and if it was the vino or the Good Book 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 thing to do just then…I was wet and squeezing my legs 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 legs, getting that thrill…my married man gone now several weeks…I wished he was home tonight…I'd Tell him to"get it on me."I wouldn't say it out loud…I was a sound 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 Friday night in our footling town and I was feeling it was strong in the elbow room and it was sentence to go and walk home and I told him I had decent wine-colored, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my"limits."I was faithful to my hubby and my youngster 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 finish his pint and pay the visor. I was looking forward to Saturday morning and going shopping in town…it would be a beautiful day…it was quick this evening and surely be a nice morning…those men at the bar…looking…and Johnnie and all his prissy words and the"fucking"word lingered in my intellect and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to refresh up…my cheek was flushed from the wine…my panties 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 lav !

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

There was a low rampart along one side of the pub…Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full on the lips…his glossa went inside my mouth, exploring my mouth. My lingua 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 abode with Johnnie is just the start of things…"Johnnie's mouth was on me again…I was wet again…as his lingua wetted mine and my mouth felt thick…his breathing time hot on my cheek…I looked to see if there was anyone about…we were alone…laughter and noise from inside…but very quiet along the pub wall except for crickets…I kissed him back and licked inside his mouth…I shouldn't have taken off my scanty I thought…I was very wet again and maybe the missy were right :"…it was just the start of things…"I was a good young lady but my body was being bad…his breath on my face…my breath on his…my tongue on his…I felt dizzy…the dark was cool but I was hot…he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to"get laid"me…there was that word again. I wasn't going to"be intimate"him and told him"No."But his natural language 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 shank with his custody, I pushed on his shoulders but our waist were aligned…my bottom on the wall his waist pressing against me. I looked to be sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again…moving between my pegleg and I felt the material of his pants against them…pushing and spreading them…"Please Johnnie,"I said again but it was not a"please don't"it was too late for that as I felt his flesh now…it was hot and the nighttime was sang-froid and I said just a very weak…a hoping and bequeath"please, Johnnie"as I knew I was wet, that my"cunt"was wet and ready…I didn't say that word…I imagined my"puss"and it was ready for his cock as I felt his tegument against my skin and I looked around, the pub noise and the night randomness, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted…I wanted him to"fuck"my"twat"…we were both hot and wet and set for"fucking."

I reached under my skirt…he wasn't in me yet…I took hold of his prick which was hot and slippy 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 thick and he pressed against me and I felt the head spread my lips…he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain…he slipped inside and my slit adjusted to this loggerheaded pole of a cock…I wanted release. I wanted fucking…even outside on the low pub wall…he held me tight and pushed…I opened as broad as I could…"Please"I repeated as he forced his way rich and I felt his waist on my waist…his haircloth on mine..finally I was impaled on his heavyset affair as he churned away into me…it was cool…we were very wet and hot all at the same time…he got at me…our tongues…my slit, his dick, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his neck and his waist pulling him tight as he fucked into me and I fucked him back…I couldn't get enough of that thick hot hammer until I was finished and came and was assuredness 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 household to an vacuous house, clean myself up and woolgather about low pub walls…and, for Johnnie and me…it was just the"start of things."Delicious aphrodisiac matter 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 former missy on the wand of giggles…after all, they had warned me about Johnnie…how walking me house was just getting started with him…and I knew now what was"getting started"and all that.

But I did go to work, did look Johnnie in the eyes…he smiled and it was like he was petting my pussy ! I was instantly wet and looked away…he was a risque boy and just his look made me hot…I envisioned him kissing me against the Pub rampart, unzipping, that very buddy-buddy cock, spreading me, fucking me and making me come and come…so I did wait him in the oculus and smiled back…I know it was wrong…I was a married woman with a small child and, also, my married man was often gone for a longsighted meter. What is a young woman to do except…well…I did thing after they got started…it was all Johnnie's fault, 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 dependable and toilsome and made me shiver and hold him in a Death's grip and want him to never will my body…my cunt was starved for his cock…"nookie me Johnnie,"it said…and my snatch wanted it more…it was a blessing to my body…my trunk craved these things…so what was I to do…a power had come into my life…its name was Johnnie…thick peter, hot, Johnnie. His wife came to meet him after 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 look at her she was so plain…they looked at me though.

I went home by myself that nighttime and looked at myself in the privy mirror…my haircloth and my lip that he had devoured…took off my work clothes and stood in front of the mirror…for the firstly time…admiring myself. hubby never said I was really pretty, but Johnnie did ; husband never devoured my rima oris but Johnnie did ; I was never on the pub paries with married man or shuddered and grabbed and released like with Johnnie…I wanted that again…looking in the mirror at myself…my ginger bush and my ginger hair's-breadth and feeling how wet I was at just the sentiment of his cock in me…I was a good daughter but never as good or clear as when I was coming on Johnnie's midst cock when it was fucking me…I went to kip and dreaming again of the low pub wall and"just the get-go of things."I was hoping wife wouldn't pick him up after piece of work again…it was my turn

And so it was…more hush-hush smiles…I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the event. I wore a unawares skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little Thomas More than common and I walked down the street after work, alone…just as Johnnie told me…so there wouldn't be Sir Thomas More rustle or giggles…he was around the corner in his little car…I jumped in and off we went…we had bucket ass so I couldn't squeeze against him…"damn"I thought."Let's crusade to the shoreline,"he said,"there's a moderately spot."And so we drove and he reached for my hand…I scooted down in my bum and it was growing dark but there was a moon this night and I began to see its observation on the route and the trees…soon he stopped the car…we were at the edge of the sea…I could hear the moving ridge against the shore and the Moon shimmering in the waves…he reached and held my hand…it was so quieten and peaceful…Johnnie and I were in a special plaza this night after work…and he kissed me…just kind of a peck on my buttock and then on my rim and then that stupid tongue inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving glossa. 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 girls said :"walking me home was just the startle"and so it was that night at the sea…waves, moonlight, natural language and then…

"Move over here,"he said. He pulled me…my soundbox 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 risque girl, this night…I dressed that morn without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat opposite my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a unknown beau but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him duck under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my dress if he could…I opened my pegleg and let him look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should have seen the aspect 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 name for good old Johnnie…

Johnnie Hot and what was his side by side trick…it wasn't long for me to find out…he pulled me over to him and the steerage 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 incredible,"he said,"and your ramification are smooth."He ran along my thighs, back and Forth, and to the heart of me…petting my cunt…"Your cunt is sonant and wet,"he said…it all excited me…I knew his digit 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 cock and he lifted to my touch…I was turning him on and he said unsporting things to me…"You're a hot womanhood. You're so naughty and dirty…and I've got a surprise for you tonight…"There was no pub wall or crickets or other things…and I waited for his surprise…I felt naughty and dingy and sexy and hot and pretty and wanted to fuck my surprise. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my wench to my waist…I was completely naked below and he rubbed my skin all over and moved one leg toward him…moving the former leg aside…"Sit down,"he said…but there was nowhere to sit down…I looked down…there was my seat and his seat and in between, the console table and gear shift knob straightaway up…it was my surprise…"That's your surprise,"he said…"Sit down."I looked at him and didn't know what to do…he put his hands on my waistline 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 gearing shift…Now I knew what was my surprise…but the boss was just a thing…"Sit down on it,"he said and urged me down and down and my back talk were so wet it was easy to include this knob…"Sit down,"he demanded and it was so easy…the knob spread my lips…as had his slurred cock…I slid gradually down, down on the knob…It eased up into me and I was finally on the console table and the boss completely inside…after Johnnie on the low pub paries it wasn't so hard to do and I was so very wet…remember the laugh from the nanny ? …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 outlet like on the wall…this node 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 engine and the knob came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me…I tried to lift off but Johnnie held me down…his hands firm on my shoulders…I relaxed a fiddling and let him control me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my breasts and rubbing my thigh and the locomotive engine was running…but the appurtenance shift knob deep inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me…He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his spit and his hands on me and the vibrations inside and then…then…there was the surprise…my soundbox was feeling all this…all the vibration was touching me now…it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me experience all over my cunt brim and my thighs and up and down my thighs…my knees were infirm and Johnnie was whispering cheating thing to me and my consistency was riding this thing inside setting me on ardour and my ears were full…I heard the waving at the shore and closed my eyes…I couldn't see the moonlight…the lighting was inside me…straddling this surprising thing…I grabbed Johnnie's head and held it…hoping…hoping for his heat and saying things in his ear…"Oh…Ohhh…I'm…ohh…coming…coming…"He revved the engine and I couldn't stand it any more but couldn't let go and saw stars and moonlight and rings in my ears…finally he turned off the engine…I was still churning, going, coming…trembling and on that boss which was making me purr and come in 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 occur down and he just held me and split were on my face and I licked my rim and felt salty tears…the pommel 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 Paradise

Hawaii : my favorite place but this clip traveling alone as, at the finish second, my girlfriend had an emergency at work…I was determined…now on the planer from San Francisco to Honolulu…During the escape there was turbulence and I had visions of King John John Wayne piloting that old motored craft in the pic"The highschool and the Mighty,"Phil Harris complaining in the back of the plane…the work party evaluating the"point of no income tax return"and they were passed it now, ignoring the imprecation of the comely stewardess. They could have turned back but forged ahead into the unknown.

As the reason crew chief had warned Wayne :"I said it to Orville and to Wilbur : It'll never get off the ground."But here we all were, in a figure modern jet, the fuselage trembling, awakening me…then smoothing and I went back to dozing. It had been a long day. I needed a vacation away from the turmoil of the spot and my officious Bos who was always importuning me…the prettiest adult female on the staff for :"Dinner ?"or"fondness a drinking or two after work ?"or what he was really saying to me after patting my butt :"How about going to my stead to see my etchings, have a beverage, strip down and fuck."How 144 ! Exactly why I needed a vacation.

Our plane landed, we all were on the WikiWiki bus off for our luggage and me to my room at the Moana…a little sentence at the Banyon Court for a drink or two and then some serious…all along…sack time. The side by side day I had hired a car for a drive to the other side of the island…away from the crowds of Waikiki…to the quiet shores near the Polynesian Cultural Center where there was little culture but batch of people.

Not far past the Center was a wonderful hike up way among the fertile orchard apple tree Tree to the Sacred Falls and Pool where I planned a peaceful and restful picnic. I had heard of this place from a native of the islands some eld retiring and this was my meter to search and savour. I drove past the little hamlet of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost hollow. I was dressed and equipped for the hike : A rearward pack with snack and wine, of grade, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a light dress and lawn tennis place. That's all I needed, plus a mantle for a trivial nap at the falls. I was on my way. No ordinary tourer was I and there were no tourists here…they were all buying the keepsake at the Cultural Center…a Mormon enterprise. Try finding a friendly bar there ! It wasn't going to happen. I brought my bar with me !

And up the Alfred Hawthorne I climbed which then leveled out for a gentle rise slowly to the surrender, only a few miles. It began to rain and then stopped. I had my swim suit under my slight dress so I was prepared. Along the way I nodded at other hikers ascending and descending but few in numeral. It was quiet and idyllic and dreamy…one could not desire for more Paradise in Hawaii than this secluded tramp and the gloam and puddle ahead.

I wasn't far on the way when I could learn the pounding water supply of the falls…my substance 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 wonder. I didn't flavor but, a picayune breathlessly answered :"No, it's my start time up here."

Then :"There is a reason why they call it Sacred Falls,"the voice said. I paused and looked to the source of the voice. It was a handsome Hawaiian man…you know the kind : an apparently chiseled chest and torso, a broad smile with beautiful smiling. He was young than me and I wondered, ‘ is this a come on ?'I was alert because of my boss I suppose and shouldn't have…we were just talking. But chatting led to other things so I was shy and coy and didn't answer.

But he said :"We Hawaiians… [ pronounced HaVaiians ] …find peace and repose at the falls, it is a indigene thing. The fact of the pin in this outback place, the auditory sensation of the waters, their cleansing nature…A religious experience."I smiled and believed I was going to have a spiritual experience…IF left alone. And I walked on, ahead of him, up some extortionate portions…him behind me and I was envisioning him walking behind, under my butt…looking up my shortsighted apparel at my butt…which was covered…a little…by my lean swim suit…but thinking of him watching my hips, my can moving, undulating, was arousing me. Where was my girlfriend for a petty protection just now ? rest home attending to her damned emergency.

Just then I slipped on the wet path…down to where hands were holding me…on my hindquarters but preventing a fall…those hired hand on my buck private at an unexpected here and now but fleetingly, then away after I had steadied myself. I turn and looked at him. He was snug, holding me for s. I smiled."Thank you,"I said. He smiled back, nodding. A big, warm and silent indigene. His weaponry were firm and muscled. I was such a tiny, slender thing. He could easily have caught me no affair 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 or just let it be ? …I was getting aroused by the thought of being watched…admired ? … by the openhanded indigene with the solid arms.

I mean, I'm attractive and pull and he must also give been attracted to attractive me. It was natural and we were in Paradise. I just let it be and go on my hike. Let him reckon and admire my shape and my flesh and my almost nude merchantman. Then, DAMN, I slipped again on the path and fell once again into his arms…my bare pelt on his brown physique which was terribly fond on me. But this time I had seriously slipped and was totally in his branch, against his chest."I'm so sorry,"I said. He just smiled…our dead body against each former's…warm, enfolding, clutching…ever so concisely 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."“ okay"is all the brilliant reply I could draw, my boldness rosiness and didn't quite fuck why but I was blushing. It wasn't to a greater extent than a quarter international mile and we were at the foot of the falls, Malus pumila trees abounding, I put down my blanket and sat to bewitch my breather, putting aside my knapsack.

He was standing near."Are you going into the pool,"he asked."In a minute,"I said. He disrobed and now was in a peel tight suit."A bronze god,"I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could have been that. Indeed. I glanced at his branch, thigh, his hips, bureau, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breath again ! Then he dived into the kitty and swam to the foot of the spill letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…"The water is so refreshing,"he said, reaching his handwriting to me…"cum on in…its cool and nice."I hesitated and then let him take my hand. He pulled on me gently and I was in the water. My slender organic structure overtaking by his…our flesh touching slightly as I dived in. He was right. The water was cool and wonderful. We swam together to the declination and splashed underneath.

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

"My name is Carol."“ Percy, Percy Kinimaka."“ Thank you Percy."And then…since we knew each early now :"Would you like some of my dejeuner ?"“ Do you induce enough ?"he asked…"We'll find out…come and sit with me,"and he did. We must give looked like a subject field in a still life : Edward D. White skinned Haole girl/dark skinned bronzed native man. Surely an artist would meditate us.

There were a few others at the Falls, two youngster and their family who splashed and played, I brought out the wine and the Malva sylvestris and bread…just enough for the two of us. The sun was in its descent…early good afternoon. dullard me ! I had forgotten to bring a cork screw…how to spread the wine without a screw ? There was that word in my mind here with a god at the falls…but I was"screwless."I looked at him in dismay."yield me the bottle,"he said and laughed."I know what to do. Say a prayer and conclude your middle,"he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my deal and gave me the bottle, now unfold."How did you do that ?"I exclaimed…"conjuring trick ! Don't you believe in Magic ?"I laughed."But how ? …"

"I used my thumb,"he said."That is a very brawny thumb,"I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the nursing bottle. Then cheese, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and more imbibition from the bottle…the splashing of the pee from the decline, the sky in the afternoon beginning to turn pink…I looked around…the fry and their kinfolk were gone…the two of us were very much alone…I looked at Percy."This is why I come here at this time. For peace."Peace, I thought, alone with a kind of peace… or if I was a piece…if only there was a book of verse with Old Khayyam…but a loaf of bread, a flaskful of wine here in the wild, with Percy…we shared the bottle…warming me in Paradise. The wine-colored was almost gone.

"Can I narrate you Carol ?"I looked at Harry Hotspur."I often come here but this is enchanting being alone here with you."That word in my head"‘ enchanted'…or ‘ enchanting.'I closed my eyes…truly…enchanting and a call came to me….Then Percy said :"I have a confession,"I looked at him questioning,"I come here so often in the good 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 strong branch and firm rear end under his suit as he dived into the pool and disappeared under the descent. He was gone now to his ‘ memory cache'emerging in moments…a bottle of wine lifted above his body, a gorgeous grinning, swimming to me and beside me now…using his thumb to open up it, pushing the cork inside…"Surprise !"he exclaimed and we were both laughing. I hugged him…"Just for moments like this ?"And shared the new bottleful. Hugging again.

His physical structure was wet and satiny and I rubbed his back…His manpower were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to tingle. That Word :'enchanted.'I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his manus massaging my back and down my back.

I heard the run-in of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Mary Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was me Carol at the Sacred crepuscule looking into the eyes of him, Percy…smiling…Some Enchanted Evening….I will converge a stranger…thrills went down my back…his script were down my back…my hands rubbing his cover and down…"Who can explain it ? Who can say you why ?"Those beautiful lyric of the song…and our mitt on each other : who can explicate it ? Not the words but the feelings, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his mitt 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 find next but they did.

He stood, lifting me…we embraced…"Some enchanting eve"the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breasts pressed against his nakedness…I pulled at his short circuit and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottom down…we were two hot naked buff, our human body meeting…he was starchy and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pool, beneath the waters, our organic structure 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 pounding of the descent and he brought me to him…my legs around his facial expression. I looked down and he smiled. He pulled me closer to his smiling, lifting my rump on to his mouth. The powerful thumb…now gentling me…so"ahhh"gentle on my cunt sassing, massaging. I closed my eye. This enchanted evening.

My soundbox was his…we were wet…I was wet…not from the water and his tongue anointed my wet body…insinuating him into me…I lifted and spasmed to his ablutions and that magical thumb…my hands were on his head…feeling his ears…and the apparent motion of his tongue, bringing me to an edge.

I could finger him coming out of the pool now hovering over my soundbox. He kissed me…both of us kissing…his besotted peter at me, touching me, searching for its home…I reached down to billet him…he said"No… let little Percy find you all by himself."Little Percy, indeed…I had felt the'little"guy ! I didn't want to hold off but removed my grip on his huge cadaver 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 ‘ little ‘ modest, Brobdingnagian, stiff Percy…I lifted for him…meeting him…wanting this…on my enchant even with a stranger a beautiful stranger…"Oh !"I didn't have to await any longer…he was inside and deep and urgent and again…I lifted again to engage all of him into my body,"milk me Man !"Please fuck me deep and take 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 ear as ‘ little Percy ‘ was pounding my cunt…then quieting me, smoothing me down with patrician kiss. I hugged him tight not wanting him to give me but feeling him go soft, slipping out and we laid, face by side.

He poured a little wine-colored between my lips, bringing me to lifetime and kissed me…it was so sweet…My Enchanted Evening…when I met a stranger…in Paradise…smoothing my body and a hold up feel on me where I was still hot…

At home my girlfriend asked :"Have a secure time ?"I just laughed and said :"You will never know ! ”