Tegan woke to feeling mortal stroking her temple, easing her into conciousness. As relaxing and soothing as that was, her more immediate reaction was to groan as she uncurled and stretched her aching arms and legs. Apparently she'd hardly changed position during the night and after the strenuous workout she'd had, she was experiencing some discomfort and there was a foul penchant lingering in her lip that urgently needed some oral hygeine. She eventually opened her eyes and looked up at the person in the room with her, Sam silhouetted against the light coming in through her bedchamber threshold which he had left slightly ajar. She looked up at him blearily then one-half sat up, her covers slipping away from her nude consistency as she sleepily raked her fingers through her hair.

"How're you feeling ?"Sam asked.

"Sore. Disoriented."Tegan picked up her earphone to watch the time : it was early afternoon, presumably the like day.

"Did you want to log Z's more than ? I was going to get some lunch together."

"solid food sounds amaaazing."Tegan sighed, reflecting that she had only had collation and wine the night before.

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

Tegan reluctantly slid out of bed and wandered across the hall to the bathroom to start her break of the day modus operandi, making an duplicate drive to thoroughly brush her tooth before throwing on a luminousness sundress and going to take a seat at the dining table. The poker defer top was gone and there was no lingering polarity of lastly night's shenaningans. Sam exited from the kitchen and put down two plates of toast with poched bollock and aguacate. There was nothing but the sound of cutlery on shell as they both made shortsighted piece of work of the meal. Once they were done eating Sam laced his fingers together and leaned forward.

"So, any architectural 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 butt, she was candid to suggestion.

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

"Just you and me ?"Tegan knew Angus wasn't due back until sometime in the evening, she glanced down the lobby towards Brandon's bedroom, noting the door was ajar but there was no auditory sensation or early sign of life.

"He's on a appointment, 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 promising grinning. She wondered if he was feeling some residual ineptness after last Nox. She was concerned by how nice he was being in line with earlier, and wanted to create clear 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 plates they each retired to their rooms to get their beach gear. Tegan slipped into her bikini. As bikinis went it was farly banner. She wasn't a thong bikini variety of someone but the bottoms still showed what she considered to be a good measure of her modest fanny. The top was the distinctive two trilateral of material connected by drawing string, one that tied behind her cervix and one in her spinal column. She tied it at the strawman before spinning it around and securing the loving cup over her minuscule chest, testing to make for certain the fit was not too slack before throwing her apparel bag on. She stuffed a wide-brimmed hat, sunscreen and beach towel into a bag and met Sam back in the living room to go to his car.

On the hour drive there was very fiddling discussion. Sam's phone generated a playlist of late 90s/early 2000s pop music they'd both grown up with and they made idle tab confab. Tegan just reflected that this was one of the few times she'd really done anything out of the house since she quit her job, discounting her misstep to the sex shop with Angus. While she was by no way under the conjuration 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 normal thing she'd done in a long time.

On arrival at the beach Sam found a car park a abruptly walk distance and they proceeded down, staking out a placid spot. Being the weekend the beach was engaged but not crowded, with well-nigh visitors set up close to the subdivision of the surf deemed most safe for swimming. Letting Sam lead the way, they headed for a quieter place in a different direction, only cementing the estimation that he was going to put some moves on her while they were here and didn't want too many people around. In component she was almost disappointed, but she didn't let it pretend her mood. They spread out their towels - hers looking like a bombastic slash of Citrullus vulgaris, Sam's in the black and gold colours of some sport squad he supported. Tegan shed her dress and took out her bottle of sunblock and squirted a good total into her hand, spreading it on her arms and legs and as a good deal of her soundbox as she could turn over before passing the nursing bottle to Sam.

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

"Not at all."Sam smiled as he took caution of her back, mayble unecessarily sliding his fingerbreadth under the cincture of her bikkini fanny. Once he was done Tegan returned the party favor and they both settled back on their towels to dowse 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 handwriting folded across his tummy. They lay in secretiveness for awhile, listening to the surf. After for a while Tegan turned over and built up a hammock of sand udner her towel as a makeshift pillow, her face turned towards Sam.

"Hey Sam ?"she opened.

"Mm ?"Sam acknowledged.

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

"Ok…"

"Do you think 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 cubitus and gave it some thought. Tegan turned to confront him, leaning on her elbow joint as well, and clarified her question.

"Do you cogitate a guy could give seen me the way I was conclusion night and think ‘ yeah, I see value in a relationship with her'?"

"Depends on the guy I guess."Sam anwered eventually."I think a lot of guys don't like thinking about their young lady fucking other guys, even when it's in the past tense. They get unsafe about it. Kind of hard not to think about it when you watched it happen."

"How do you feel about it ?"

"Wrong guy to ask. I'm not interest in human relationship, especially undivided ones."

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

"human relationship take effort. I like to jazz but not enough to form for it, so I just take what I can get and I don't like to set my selection. 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 traffic pattern in the sand between their towels with her fingers."Are you bi ?"

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

"But you've been with another guy."

"I've sucked pecker. I like young lady more. But for the right field person, I don't really care."

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

"As much as I enjoy picturing you eating cunt, 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 inclination, where do I end up ? Will I find the mightily guy and settle down, or am I always going to be looking for Thomas More ? And how do I find the individual who'll understand that ?"

"I think we're too Whitney Young to ask those kind of question. It's not like you're in a hurry to set about a house or anything, right ?"

"infant ? Gross."

"Then who cares ?"

"Trevor, for instance"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 cleaning woman speak for ‘ hung like a knight'?"

"I don't forethought 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 speech sound out of his backpack and sent a message.

"There, you'll know in a few hours when he gets off work."Sam said, putting his phone away again.

"Thanks."Tegan leaned over and kissed him. She intended it as a sluttish peck of gratitude but found her lips lingering on his. Sam receiprocated, sliding his hand up her neck and cradling her foreland, holding her ending as he gently probed her oral fissure with his spit. Tegan slowly sank back onto her towel and Sam followed, keeping their lip sealed together, his body poised over hers.

After kissing softly for a while she felt Sam's bridge player Menachem Begin to wander, his finger tracing a gruntle bath down over her collarbone to her bikini-clad bosom, finding the soft bulge of her nipple through the material and caressing it in a lowly circle until he could finger it hardening. Tegan's impulse was to block off him, she could still hear the speech sound of early the great unwashed even though they had deliberately put some distance between them, but on the other deal she had no intention of stopping, not yet. It was useless to put up roadblock she intended to sweep anyway. In the absence of any signboard of opposition Sam slipped his finger's breadth under the textile and pushed it aside, exposing her hardening nub and touching her directly as they continued to kiss. Tegan assumed, were anyone to expect in their commission, the liklihood of noticing anything but two mass kissing was slim.

After a dyad of minutes, Sam moved on. She felt his hand wander from her exposed knocker and wander down her compressed belly. At the same clip he broke the drawn-out osculation and kissed his way down her chest, taking her nipple in his mouth and suck, swirling his tongue over. It was still a slight sore from being clamped yesterday and his warm, wet backtalk was somewhat soothing.

She inhaled sharply as Sam's fingers boldly slipped under the waistband of her bikini tooshie and through the neatly trimmed Edward Thatch of red curls to find her spare slit, massaging her outer labia with his fingers before sliding his finger between her lips. She was unsurprised to find 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 juice as lubrication as he gently massaged his clitoris, feeling it swell in reaction 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 insure she could get through. She tugged at the drawstring of his trunks and slipped her manus inside to find his cock, already hard, presumably a combination of anticipation and from the foreplay he was administering to her. Nonetheless, she slowly caressed him from base to tip, keeping her touch light and tease. She drew her fingertips over his tumesce glans, back and forth, enjoying feeling his vellication at every rebuff touch and letting out a soft groan of hold at his own efforts as he began to stroke her clit harder, his mouth hungrily kissing her breast. Beginning to breathe more heavily as she felt the denseness in the pit of her stomach that told her an orgasm wasn't far away she became more bold and pulled Sam's peter out of his boxers, enabling her to more freely pump his cock in her mitt, wanting to take him off at the same clip. While the theory of being caught in the act was a distant second mentation to what they were doing, she still figured the chance were low that anyone would see anything anyway.

On that thought, Tegan impulsively pushed Sam away. If she was going to do this, it was going to be done right. Releasing his rooster she forced Sam onto his back so his erecting briefly pointed at the sky, then she followed him, straddling his hips. She didn't annoyance to glance around to see if anyone was nearby, because it wasn't going to terminate her. She reached down between her second joint and pulled aside the crotch of her bathing suit to expose her pussy, and used her other manus to guide Sam's peter to her lips, sitting down on him with a satisfied groan as his irradiation disappeared into her warm cave. chip in how both of them had been on the brink just a mo ago, she was astonished she didn't come immediately, but she took the blessing in stride. After taking a moment to adjust she began to prompt her coxa, rocking them back and forth. She didn't know if the masses further down the beach would capture pile 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 breast, pulling aside the fabric roughly to bring both buoyant mounds and pink nipple into prospect, grasping them with his manpower, massaging his fingertips into her flesh as she rode him, grinding her clit into his pubic hair. Experimentally she moved her hips in a circle to see how it felt when he moved inside her, and started to work up up a steady speech rhythm, working her hips to arouse his cock around her tight little Protea cynaroides, her breathing growing into appreciative trouser, high pitched moans of deperation escaping from her as her need to exhaust steadily grew until she thought she would burst.

"I'm gon na cum."Sam groaned as one bridge player squeezed Tegan's breast, the other digging his digit into her hip to hold her in space, as if afraid she might suddenly quit. No chance of that.

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

They lay like that for awhile, Sam still inside her, listening to the crashing moving ridge for awhile longer until Tegan eventually rolled off him, adjusting her bikini so it covered her puss. Rationalising that there were probably plenty of cleaning woman on the beach with a lot more to show off going around topless anyway, she untied the string at her spinal column and took the two-piece off, throwing it into her beach bag. Sam pulled his trunks back up to plow his sticky cock and retied the drawstring as he cast a furtive glance 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 slimed spunk coagulating inside her. She liked the tactile sensation, but there was no denying it was a unusual one. She squirted some more sunscreen into her hired man and started smearing it on her bureau, her picket unfreckled skin and pink nipples likely a gleaming magnet for UV radiation.

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

"harbor't you had enough ?"

"Never."Sam glanced past Tegan to the crowded of people further down the beach."You don't care if multitude see ?"

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

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

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

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

"I assume you mean topless."

"Obviously."

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

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

"Fine."Tegan laughed."You have some cash ?"

"Here."Sam took his pocketbook from his knapsack and took out a XX."I'll make you a deal."Sam said, jerking it back from her hand as she reached for it.

"Here it comes."Tegan rolled her eyes.

"seed back with the ice ointment and the money, and I'll do your share of the housekeeping for a week."

"A month."Tegan shot back.

"Two weeks."

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

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

"carnival 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 solely char to be sunning herself braless and equally far from being the most impressively endowed. While she caught the occasional glances from younger men, what she mostly found was that citizenry avoided staring at her, presumably out of politeness or multitude 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 topless woman on a beach just didn't stock-purchase warrant that a lot attention these days.

When she arrived at the ice pick hand truck she approached the window with the money concealed in the side band of her bikini bottom of the inning. She hadn't really planned out how she was going to go about Sam's challenge but figured either inspiration would impress 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 motortruck noticed her he did a bivalent take then smiled down at her from his elevated attitude. His eyes were on his boldness but Tegan assumed his attention was slightly low-toned. She bounced on the clod of her feet making her niggling breast jiggle.

"Hi !"She said brightly.

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

"Uhhh…"Tegan shifted from foot to leg it looking at the menu."…shit."She made a show of patting imaginary number pockets.

"Let me infer, forgot your wallet."Ice cream guy observed, a tinge of sarcasm.

"Can you believe it ?"She half change by reversal and peered back along from where she came then turned back to him."Y'know, I normally hold an parking brake note tucked in my two-piece top, but, well…"she gestured sheepishly at her chest."I think the sun's made my head a bit fuzzy."

"Sorry to hear that."The guy said simply, his face reddening slightly. If Tegan had thought he'd just hired man over free ice cream because she was topless, those hopes were dashed.

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

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

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

"I'm not sure I know what you mean."He said uncertainly. Tegan had a tactual sensation he knew exactly what she meant but was playing it good, and decided that she needed to be more direct.

"Maybe you could help me out with a duo of soft helot, and I could give you a hand with something hard ?"she lowered her sunglass and fluttered her eyelashes.

"You being severe rightfulness now ?"The guy asked, apparently her tip being obvious enough this time.

"Mmhmm."Tegan said, nodding her head.

The guy glanced around then gestured to the backrest of the van before reaching out to lower the shutter of the window. Tegan walked around to the back of the van and a room access opened and he took her hand to urge her interior, 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 stranger was not a smart home for her to be and wonder if the sun really had gotten to her. She expected it to be aplomb in here since the ice emollient needed to be chilled but the infrigidation units actually kept it kind of warm in here. After taking a moment to look at her new surroundings Tegan realised that ice cream hand 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 gibbosity through his pants, making it clear this wasn't a trick in or prank in face he had any last minute trepidation. She tried to assess his sexual experience from his reaction and was confident he had not had a woman throw herself at him so brazenly. She wondered if he was a virgin. He was cunning, but seemed to lack the kind of assurance that would consume gotten him laid in high school.

"postulate it out for me."She whispered, drawing her hand back. He obligingly unzipped and freed his cock. Tegan took a moment to appreciate it. Fairly middling in her slowly expanding experience, goose egg to be embarassed by, certainly. She caressed his genital organ around - but avoiding touching - his cock. In response he tentatively, as if expecting to be stopped, reached for one of her bosom and gently squeezed it, tweaking her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Tegan considered her following move. She could quite easily just grab his dick and jerk him off, and she doubted it would admit long. But she was enjoying impression like being the one in control and wanted to give birth some fun with him. She slowly closed her finger's breadth around the base of his calamus and drew them to the tip, gently massaging his foreskin, feeling it slide around. Foreskins were still something a bauble for her, given how much circumsized prick she'd had lately.

"Have you done this before ?"she purred gently, trying to figure out of he was a virgin without embarassing him or setting unrealistic prospect. After a moment's reluctance he shook his head.

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

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

"Ok."He answered, entranced as he played with her pap. Tegan collected some saliva in her backtalk and drooled into her palm tree, smearing her improvised lubricating substance all over before proceed, and ice cream guy gave a groan of appreciation as she stroked him with zip. She was enjoying so much the index she had over him in this instant 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 cream, that she was more than able of paying for. While of track there was the event of beating Sam's challenge and him doing all her housekeeping, that wasn't strictly relevant as far as ice cream guy was concerned. There was no way to raise the stakes. There was goose egg he could put up her. There was no rattling risk. And as soon as she realised that she became bored.

Tegan could separate from the alteration in his breathing that he wasn't far off popping, and all she would have got to read for it was a distich of ice pick. 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 make it special for you."She bit his earlobe gently."You get one shot, so tell apart me where you wan na shoot it."

"Can I do it on your boob ?"

"You got it boss."Tegan agreed, lowering herself onto her knees facing him. Adjusting her grip she tilted her head back and pointed him at her pectus, continuing to stroke him as he gripped the judiciary either incline of him for living as he looked down at her pumping his shaft. He seemed to be red in the brass with the drive of holding back, wanting this to go as long as possible - but not long enough. A few seconds later he let out a strangled groan of pleasure and she felt his peter pump in her helping hand as the first squirt of hot jizz shooter out and landed just above her left tit. Compensating in the other direction as she rapidly worked her hand just behind the head of his hammer to milk every lowest cliff, the back spurt drew a note of gummy nerve across her collabone. She brought her chest of drawers up to meet his stopcock as the third spurt hit her just to the right of pith, and then it seemed he was done. She squeezed out the stopping point drip of cum onto her decent nipple then looked up at him with a smile, letting him take in the sight of her handiwork as he caught his hint. When it seemed he was composed and she'd let him take in enough of the sight she began to rub the mess into her skin, spreading the glaze all over her milklike blanched breasts like she had the sunscreen earlier, until it was unseeable apart from the sticky shininess. To anyone who hadn't seen what had happened, she doubted anyone would guess.

"Two choc dip double cones. spear carrier sprinkles, if that's ok ?"

With that done she stood up and washed her hands in the sink, drying them off on some paper towels which she discarded thoughtfully in the bin as her new protagonist busied himself with getting her purchase order. When done she blew him a osculation before taking the cone and exited the van to hybridise back across the beach to Sam .