Tegan woke to feeling someone stroking her temple, easing her into conciousness. As reposeful and soothing as that was, her more prompt reaction was to moan as she uncurled and stretched her aching blazonry and legs. Apparently she'd hardly changed post during the dark and after the strenuous workout she'd had, she was experiencing some discomfort and there was a tight gustatory sensation tarriance in her mouth that urgently needed some oral hygeine. She eventually opened her eyes and looked up at the someone in the way with her, Sam silhouetted against the light up coming in through her bedchamber threshold which he had left slightly ajar. She looked up at him blearily then half sat up, her cover song slipping away from her nude body as she sleepily raked her fingers through her hair.

"How're you feeling ?"Sam asked.

"Sore. Disoriented."Tegan picked up her telephone set to checker the fourth dimension : it was early afternoon, presumably the Saami day.

"Did you want to sleep more ? I was going to get some lunch together."

"Food sounds amaaazing."Tegan sighed, reflecting that she had only had bite and wine the night before.

"Ok, leave you to it while I get dejeuner started."Sam said, standing up and exiting her room.

Tegan reluctantly slid out of bed and wandered across the Granville Stanley Hall to the john to start her morning subroutine, making an supererogatory elbow grease to thoroughly brush her tooth before throwing on a abstemious sundress and going to aim a tooshie at the dining table. The poker put off top was gone and there was no lingering signs of finis night's shenaningans. Sam exited from the kitchen and put down two plates of toast with poched eggs and aguacate. There was nothing but the auditory sensation of cutting tool on home base as they both made short-change piece of work of the repast. Once they were done eating Sam laced his finger together and leaned forward.

"So, any plan for today ?"

"Not really."Tegan answered, pushing her plate away, wondering why he was asking. As long as it didn't involve anything going into her goat, she was open to suggestion.

"It's a Nice day, I was thinking of driving to the beach, getting some sun and surf. Thought you might want to come along ?"

"Just you and me ?"Tegan knew Angus wasn't due back until sometime in the eventide, she glanced down the hall towards Brandon's bedroom, noting the door was ajar but there was no speech sound or other sign of life.

"He's on a date, apparently."Sam said with a wry smile.

"Oh, that's good."

"So yes, just you and me."Sam said, with a shrug of his hands."As long as that's alright."

"Sure."Tegan aid with a lustrous grinning. She wondered if he was feeling some balance maladroitness after last nighttime. She was concerned by how Nice he was being in contrast with earlier, and wanted to make unclouded that whatever had happened, she wasn't troubled by it.

"Great !"Sam affirmed."I'll go get my things together."



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After clearing the plateful they each retired to their suite to get their beach gear. Tegan slipped into her bikini. As bikinis went it was farly standard. She wasn't a thong bikini variety of person but the hindquarters still showed what she considered to be a good measure of her diminished seat. The top was the typical two triangles of material connected by train, one that tied behind her neck and one in her back. She tied it at the social movement before spinning it around and securing the cup over her small thorax, testing to realise indisputable the fit was not too loose before throwing her dress bag on. She stuffed a wide-brimmed hat, sunscreen and beach towel into a bag and met Sam back in the sustenance room to go to his car.

On the hour drive there was very trivial discussion. Sam's phone generated a playlist of late 90s/early 2000s pop music they'd both grown up with and they made idle chit chat. Tegan just reflected that this was one of the few meter she'd really done anything out of the house since she quit her job, discounting her head trip to the sex shop class with Aengus. While she was by no way under the illusion that this beach trip was an entirely wholesome afternoon of fun in the sun, certain that Sam had something planned for when they got there, this felt like the most formula matter she'd done in a long time.

On arriver at the beach Sam found a commons a dead walking distance and they proceeded down, staking out a quiet office. Being the weekend the beach was busybodied but not crowded, with most visitors set up closest to the section of the breakers deemed most safe for swimming. Letting Sam lead the way, they headed for a quieter billet in a different way, only cementing the idea that he was going to put some moves on her while they were here and didn't want too many mass around. In portion she was almost disappointed, but she didn't let it affect her humour. They spread out their towels - hers looking like a large cut of watermelon, Sam's in the pitch-black and Au people of colour of some athletics team he supported. Tegan shed her wearing apparel and took out her bottle of sunblock and squirted a in effect sum into her bridge player, spreading it on her arms and legs and as often of her body as she could reach before passing the bottle to Sam.

"Would you mind ?"she asked, turning her back to him.

"Not at all."Sam smiled as he took care of her back, mayble unecessarily sliding his fingers under the waistband of her bikkini rear. Once he was done Tegan returned the party favor and they both settled back on their towels to gazump up the warmth, Tegan put on her sunglasses and regarded the blue horizon.

"Beautiful day."

"Yeah, not half bad."Sam agreed as he lay back with his hands folded across his breadbasket. They lay in silence for awhile, listening to the breakers. After awhile Tegan turned over and built up a hammock of guts udner her towel as a make-do pillow, her aspect turned towards Sam.

"Hey Sam ?"she opened.

"Mm ?"Sam acknowledged.

"I don't want to dissect terminal night, so I'm not going to, promise. I just had a question."

"Ok…"

"Do you cogitate a guy would desire to date me ? Like, knowing the stuff I've done lately."

"Is this about Trevor ?"

"Maybe."

Sam turned and propped himself up on his elbow joint and gave it some thought. Tegan turned to face up him, leaning on her elbow as well, and clarified her question.

"Do you cogitate a guy could throw seen me the way I was last night and cogitate ‘ yeah, I see note value in a human relationship with her'?"

"Depends on the guy I guess."Sam anwered eventually."I think a lot of cat don't like thinking about their girl fucking other guys, even when it's in the yesteryear. They get insecure about it. Kind of intemperate not to think about it when you watched it happen."

"How do you feel about it ?"

"Wrong guy to ask. I'm not occupy in relationships, especially exclusive ones."

"Really ? It's not like you were sleeping around before."

"Relationships take exertion. I like to fuck but not enough to work for it, so I just take what I can get and I don't like to limit my options. If I have a dry spell it's not the end of the world."

"Wow, so I must be like your perfect woman."

"Are you hitting on me, Teegs ?"

"Just making an observation."Tegan idly traced a pattern in the sand between their towels with her fingerbreadth."Are you bi ?"

"You could say that. I don't really put label on shit."

"But you've been with another guy."

"I've sucked tool. I like girls more. But for the right person, I don't really care."

"Me too."Tegan waved her hired hand, correcting herself."I mean, I've been with a girl. I prefer guys."

"As much as I enjoy picturing you eating pussy, I feel like we're straying from the point."

"I guess I'm trying to figure out where my life is going. When we've ticked off everything on our intimate bicket lean, where do I end up ? Will I find the good guy and patch up down, or am I always going to be looking for Thomas More ? And how do I chance the person who'll understand that ?"

"I think we're too Loretta Young to ask those kind of questions. It's not like you're in a hastiness to start a family or anything, right ?"

"infant ? Gross."

"Then who cares ?"

"Trevor, for example"Tegan queried.

"You like him that much ? You've met him what, twice ?"

"I mean I'd like to get to know him better but he's… y'know. Fit."

"Is that woman speak for ‘ hung like a horse'?"

"I don't upkeep about that, not really. He seems like he might be nice."

"Then ask him out."

"He didn't text me yet."Tegan jabbed the sand with her fingers.

"I didn't send him your number yet. I forgot."

"Oh."

There was a pause in the conversation while Sam took his earpiece out of his back pack and sent a message.

"There, you'll know in a few time of day when he gets off work."Sam said, putting his earphone away again.

"Thanks."Tegan leaned over and kissed him. She intended it as a light peck of gratitude but found her brim lingering on his. Sam receiprocated, sliding his manus up her neck and cradling her head, holding her finis as he gently probed her mouth with his tongue. Tegan slowly sank back onto her towel and Sam followed, keeping their lips sealed together, his body poised over hers.

After kissing softly for a while she felt Sam's helping hand begin to betray, his fingers tracing a aristocratic bath down over her clavicle to her bikini-clad breast, finding the soft excrescence of her tit through the material and caressing it in a small circle until he could feel it hardening. Tegan's impulse was to stop him, she could still hear the sound of former people even though they had deliberately put some distance between them, but on the other hand she had no aim of stopping, not yet. It was useless to put up barrier she intended to hybridize anyway. In the absence seizure of any sign of resistance Sam slipped his fingers under the material and pushed it aside, exposing her set nub and touching her directly as they continued to kiss. Tegan assumed, were anyone to look in their direction, the liklihood of noticing anything but two the great unwashed kissing was slim.

After a couplet of minutes, Sam moved on. She felt his hand wander from her exposed boob and wander down her flat belly. At the Saame time he broke the lengthy kiss and kissed his way down her chest, taking her mamilla in his oral cavity and suction, swirling his tongue over. It was still a little sore from being clamped yesterday and his warm, wet mouth was somewhat soothing.

She inhaled sharply as Sam's finger boldly slipped under the waistband of her bikini bottom and through the neatly trimmed Edward Thatch of red curls to find her bare cunt, massaging her outer labia with his fingers before sliding his finger's breadth between her lip. She was unsurprised to ascertain that his exploratory digit entered her easily, she knew she must be already wet. His finger withdrew from her and he used the slickness of her juices as lubrication as he gently massaged his clitoris, feeling it swell in response to his touch.

Feeling the need to reciprocate, Tegan ran her fingers down Sam's toned abs and he shifted his hips closer towards her to ensure she could turn over. She tugged at the drawstring of his drawers and slipped her hand inside to determine his cock, already hard, presumably a combination of anticipation and from the foreplay he was administering to her. Nonetheless, she slowly caressed him from understructure to tip, keeping her tactile sensation Light Within and teasing. She drew her fingertips over his swollen glans, back and forth, enjoying feeling his twitch at every slight tactual sensation and letting out a soft groan of appreciation at his own exertion as he began to stroke her clit harder, his mouth hungrily kissing her titty. Beginning to catch one's breath Thomas More heavily as she felt the niggardliness in the pit of her stomach that told her an orgasm wasn't far away she became more bold and pulled Sam's cock out of his shorts, enabling her to more freely pump his dick in her hand, wanting to bring him off at the Saami time. While the possibility of being caught in the act was a distant second thought to what they were doing, she still figured the chances were low that anyone would see anything anyway.

On that intellection, Tegan impulsively pushed Sam away. If she was going to do this, it was going to be done right. Releasing his putz she forced Sam onto his back so his erection briefly pointed at the sky, then she followed him, straddling his coxa. She didn't bother to glance around to see if anyone was nearby, because it wasn't going to check her. She reached down between her thigh and pulled aside the crotch of her bathing suit to expose her cunt, and used her other hand to pass Sam's turncock to her rim, sitting down on him with a fulfill moan as his spear disappeared into her warm cave. have how both of them had been on the brink just a consequence ago, she was astonished she didn't come immediately, but she took the blessing in step. After taking a moment to adjust she began to run her coxa, rocking them back and forth. She didn't know if the people further down the beach would catch sight of them, if the sudden vigorous trend would clue them in to what was happening, but now she hoped they would see.

Sam cupped her bosom, pulling aside the fabric roughly to take both perky hummock and pink teat into survey, grasping them with his deal, massaging his fingertips into her pulp as she rode him, grinding her clit into his pubic hairsbreadth. Experimentally she moved her pelvic arch in a round to see how it felt when he moved inside her, and started to construct up a steady rhythm, working her hip joint to invoke his cock around her tight little honeypot, her breathing growing into appreciative pants, high-pitched pitched moan of deperation escaping from her as her indigence to exhaust steadily grew until she thought she would burst.

"I'm gon na cum."Sam groaned as one hand squeezed Tegan's breast, the other digging his fingers into her hip to make her in home, as if afraid she might suddenly stop. No chance of that.

"Do it, cum in me."Tegan urged, changing back to an inside back-forward motion as Sam held in his breathing spell then releasing it with a loud groan of assuagement. Tegan felt the warmth of his seed flooding into her and her intimation caught in her throat as her vagina clenched, milking Sam as her button twitched and throbbed, then all at once her muscles relaxed and she sagged with easement, collapsing against Sam with a guttural groan and breathing hard.

They lay like that for awhile, Sam still inside her, listening to the crashing waves for awhile farsighted until Tegan eventually rolled off him, adjusting her bikini so it covered her twat. Rationalising that there were probably plenty of women on the beach with a lot to a greater extent to show off going around topless anyway, she untied the string at her spinal column and took the bikini off, throwing it into her beach bag. Sam pulled his shorts back up to cut through his glutinous cock and retied the string as he cast a furtive glimpse around them. There was no one nearby or obviously looking in their direction.

"Don't think anyone saw."

"That's a shame."Tegan rebutted sarcastically, squrming around a bit as she felt his slimy spunk coagulating inside her. She liked the tactual sensation, but there was no denying it was a unusual one. She squirted some more sunscreen into her hand and started smearing it on her chest, her pale unfreckled skin and pink nipples likely a gleaming magnet for UV radiation.

"Need a hired hand ?"Sam asked with a smirk in his interpreter. Tegan lay back on her towel, putting her hat over her face.

"haven't you had enough ?"

"Never."Sam glanced past Tegan to the crowded of the great unwashed further down the beach."You don't attention if the great unwashed see ?"

"A short, I don't necessarily want to invite strangers to fare and watch me or anything. But they're stranger, it's not like I'm ever potential to run into them again."

"So you're not embarassed as long as there's no long term reverberation ?"

"Embarassed, for sure. But manageable embarassment."Tegan sat up, putting her hat over her beach bag."So ?"

"So if I told you to walk to the early end of the beach right now, past all those multitude, that would be ok."

"I assume you mean topless."

"Obviously."

"Is there a point to this or are you just challenging me to amuse yourself ?"

"I like the thought of watching you walk past all those people who maybe just watched us fuck. But also I'm hot and want an ice cream."Sam pointed at an ice cream truck parked on the sand.

"Fine."Tegan laughed."You have some John Cash ?"

"Here."Sam took his wallet from his backpack and took out a twenty."I'll make you a deal."Sam said, jerking it back from her script as she reached for it.

"Here it comes."Tegan rolled her eyes.

"Come back with the ice emollient and the money, and I'll do your ploughshare of the housework for a week."

"A month."Tegan shot back.

"Two weeks."

"Deal."Tegan snatched the note."Any early caveats ?"

"wellspring I was going to make you do something if you lost but you're already walking across the beach topless to buy me ice cream so I kind of win either way."

"Fair enough."



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Tegan's walk across the beach wasn't nearly as intimidating as she thought. As she expected she was far from the only cleaning lady to be sunning herself topless and equally far from being the most impressively endowed. While she caught the episodic glimpse from younger men, what she mostly found was that people avoided staring at her, presumably out of politeness or people not wanting to be caught ogling. Mostly she figured, as she picked her way between the encampments of beach towels and umbrellas, was that a braless womanhood on a beach just didn't warrant that much attention these days.

When she arrived at the ice cream motortruck she approached the window with the money concealed in the position isthmus of her bikini bottom. She hadn't really planned out how she was going to come on Sam's challenge but figured either inspiration would strike or she'd just pay. There wasn't really a losing scenario here given she'd already committed to the difficult part. As the guy in the truck noticed her he did a three-fold take then smiled down at her from his elevated position. His optic were on his face but Tegan assumed his attention was slightly lower. She bounced on the balls of her foundation making her picayune breasts jiggle.

"Hi !"She said brightly.

"Hey there."He repsonded. He was young, probably just out of high shoal. She wondered if he was woking a summer job before going onto college or a trade school day."What can I get you ?"

"Uhhh…"Tegan shifted from foot to pick looking at the menus."…shit."She made a appearance of patting fanciful pockets.

"Let me guess, bury your wallet."Ice cream guy observed, a trace of sarcasm.

"Can you believe it ?"She half turned and peered back along from where she came then turned back to him."Y'know, I normally keep an emergency note tucked in my bikini top, but, well…"she gestured sheepishly at her pectus."I think the sun's made my point a bit fuzzy."

"Sorry to hear that."The guy said simply, his boldness reddening slightly. If Tegan had thought he'd just hand over unloosen ice pick because she was topless, those hope were dashed.

"I'd rather not bear to walk back."Tegan sighed.

"Sorry."He looked genuinely apologetic but didn't seem to be picking up on Tegan's breath that he could help her out. She was going to have to make it more obvious.

"Do you cogitate you could help me out ?"she prompted."So I don't have to go back."

"I'm not trusted I know what you mean."He said uncertainly. Tegan had a intuitive feeling he knew exactly what she meant but was playing it safe, and decided that she needed to be to a greater extent direct.

"Maybe you could help oneself me out with a couple of soft serves, and I could give you a hand with something hard ?"she lowered her shades and fluttered her eyelashes.

"You being serious rightfield now ?"The guy asked, apparently her hint being obvious enough this time.

"Mmhmm."Tegan said, nodding her head.

The guy glanced around then gestured to the rachis of the van before reaching out to depress the shutter of the windowpane. Tegan walked around to the spinal column of the van and a threshold opened and he took her manus to pep up her inside, glancing furtively around again to see if anyone was watching. As the door slammed shut behind her it suddenly occurred to Tegan that a windowless van with a unknown was not a smart place for her to be and wondered if the sun really had gotten to her. She expected it to be cool in here since the ice cream needed to be chilled but the refrigeration units actually kept it kind of warm in here. After taking a moment to look at her new surroundings Tegan realised that ice emollient truck guy was staring at her, seemingly expectantly waiting for her to do something.

She pressed her body against his and started to rub his bulge through his pant, making it clear this wasn't a jocularity in or prank in case he had any last-place moment trepidation. She tried to tax his intimate experience from his reaction and was sure-footed he had not had a cleaning woman throw herself at him so brazenly. She wondered if he was a virgin. He was cute, but seemed to lack the kind of confidence that would feature gotten him laid in senior high school.

"rent it out for me."She whispered, drawing her work force back. He obligingly unzipped and freed his putz. Tegan took a moment to appreciate it. Fairly medium in her slowly expanding experience, nothing to be embarassed by, certainly. She caressed his genitalia around - but avoiding touching - his peter. In response he tentatively, as if expecting to be stopped, reached for one of her titty and gently squeezed it, tweaking her mammilla between thumb and forefinger.

Tegan considered her next movement. She could quite easily just seize his dick and jerked meat him off, and she doubted it would hold long. But she was enjoying feeling like being the one in control and wanted to induce some fun with him. She slowly closed her fingers around the base of his ray of light and drew them to the tip, gently massaging his foreskin, feeling it chute around. Foreskins were still something a novelty for her, given how much circumsized dick she'd had lately.

"Have you done this before ?"she purred gently, trying to count on out of he was a Virgo without embarassing him or setting unrealistic expectations. After a present moment's hesitation he shook his head.

"No."he admitted shyly, and she could enjoin he was sincere.

"That's ok. I like that."Tegan whispered reassuringly as she ran her digit back down his shaft.

"Ok."He answered, entranced as he played with her nipple. Tegan collected some saliva in her mouth and drooled into her thenar, smearing her improvised lubricant all over before continuing, and ice pick guy gave a groan of appreciation as she stroked him with vigor. She was enjoying so much the power she had over him in this moment that she needed to remind herself of the transactional nature of their fundamental interaction - she was doing this for a few bucks worth of ice emollient, that she was more than equal to of paying for. While of course there was the matter of beating Sam's challenge and him doing all her housework, that wasn't strictly relevant as far as ice cream guy was concerned. There was no way to invoke the stakes. There was nothing he could extend her. There was no real risk. And as soon as she realised that she became bored.

Tegan could enjoin from the change in his breathing that he wasn't far off popping, and all she would stimulate to testify for it was a couple of ice creams. She wasn't going to be satisfied with that. Tegan whispered in his ear.

"Where do you wan na cum ?"

"Wh…. What ?"

"I wan na take a leak it especial for you."She bit his earlobe gently."You get one gibe, so secernate me where you wan na shoot it."

"Can I do it on your tit ?"

"You got it boss."Tegan agreed, lowering herself onto her articulatio genus facing him. Adjusting her handle she tilted her psyche back and pointed him at her chest, continuing to stroke him as he gripped the Bench either side of him for supporting as he looked down at her pumping his dick. He seemed to be red in the face with the movement of holding back, wanting this to last as long as potential - but not long enough. A few seconds later he let out a strangled groan of delight and she felt his prick pump in her hired man as the first base spirt of hot jizz shaft out and landed just above her bequeath nipple. Compensating in the other direction as she rapidly worked her hand just behind the promontory of his tool to milk every endure drop-off, the second spurt drew a line of descent of sticky touchwood across her collabone. She brought her chest up to meet his tool as the third spurt hit her just to the right of centre, and then it seemed he was done. She squeezed out the last dribble of semen onto her flop nipple then looked up at him with a grinning, letting him consume in the sight of her handicraft as he caught his breath. When it seemed he was composed and she'd let him withdraw in sufficiency of the sight she began to rub the mess into her skin, spreading the glaze all over her milky white titty like she had the sunscreen earlier, until it was invisible apart from the muggy sheen. To anyone who hadn't seen what had happened, she doubted anyone would guess.

"Two choc dip twice cones. supernumerary sprinkles, if that's ok ?"

With that done she stood up and washed her hired man in the sinkhole, drying them off on some paper towels which she discarded thoughtfully in the bin as her new friend busied himself with getting her order. When done she blew him a kiss before taking the strobilus and exited the van to cross back across the beach to Sam .