Tegan woke to feeling someone stroking her temple, easing her into conciousness. As reposeful and soothing as that was, her more immediate reaction was to moan as she uncurled and stretched her aching blazon and legs. Apparently she'd hardly changed position during the night and after the arduous workout she'd had, she was experiencing some discomfort and there was a foul taste lingering in her mouth that urgently needed some unwritten hygeine. She eventually opened her eyes and looked up at the somebody in the room with her, Sam silhouetted against the alight coming in through her bedchamber threshold which he had left slightly ajar. She looked up at him blearily then half sat up, her covering slipping away from her nude organic structure as she sleepily raked her fingers through her hair.

"How're you feeling ?"Sam asked.

"Sore. Disoriented."Tegan picked up her phone to check the time : it was betimes afternoon, presumably the same day.

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

"intellectual nourishment sounds amaaazing."Tegan sighed, reflecting that she had only had snacks 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 hall to the bathroom to protrude her morning function, making an spear carrier effort to thoroughly brush her tooth before throwing on a unclouded sundress and going to take a bum at the dining board. The poker tabularize top was gone and there was no lingering signs of last night's shenaningans. Sam exited from the kitchen and put down two plates of goner with poched eggs and avocado. There was goose egg but the sound of cutlery on crustal plate as they both made myopic work of the meal. Once they were done eating Sam laced his finger together and leaned forward.

"So, any plans for today ?"

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

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

"Just you and me ?"Tegan knew Angus Og wasn't due back until sometime in the evening, she glanced down the hall towards Brandon's sleeping accommodation, noting the door was ajar but there was no sound or other foretoken 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 paw."As long as that's alright."

"Sure."Tegan aid with a brightly grinning. She wondered if he was feeling some rest ineptness after final Night. She was concerned by how overnice he was being in direct contrast with earlier, and wanted to make 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 room to get their beach gear. Tegan slipped into her Bikini. As Bikini went it was farly standard. She wasn't a lash bikini form of person but the bottoms still showed what she considered to be a goodness sum of her small-scale butt. The top was the typical two triangle of fabric connected by bowed stringed instrument, one that tied behind her neck and one in her back. She tied it at the front before spinning it around and securing the cups over her low chest, testing to pass water certain the fit was not too unloosen 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 60 minutes ride there was very minuscule discussion. Sam's phone generated a play list of lately 90s/early 2000s pop music they'd both grown up with and they made unused check chat. 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 trip to the sex shop with Angus Og. While she was by no agency under the legerdemain that this beach slip 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 affair she'd done in a long time.

On arrival at the beach Sam found a common a short walking distance and they proceeded down, staking out a tranquilize position. Being the weekend the beach was in use but not crowded, with most visitor set up closelipped to the incision of the surf deemed most safety for swimming. Letting Sam lead the way, they headed for a quieter spot in a dissimilar direction, only cementing the idea that he was going to put some motility on her while they were here and didn't want too many people around. In constituent she was almost foiled, but she didn't let it touch on her mode. They spread out their towels - hers looking like a large slash of watermelon, Sam's in the blackness and gilt colours of some sport squad he supported. Tegan shed her dress and took out her nursing bottle of sunblock and squirted a good total into her work force, spreading it on her arms and stage and as much of her body as she could extend to before passing the bottle to Sam.

"Would you take care ?"she asked, turning her book binding to him.

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

"Beautiful day."

"Yeah, not half bad."Sam agreed as he lay back with his manpower folded across his stomach. They lay in quiet for awhile, listening to the surf. After awhile Tegan turned over and built up a mound of grit udner her towel as a makeshift pillow, her boldness turned towards Sam.

"Hey Sam ?"she opened.

"Mm ?"Sam acknowledged.

"I don't want to break down last-place night, so I'm not going to, hope. I just had a question."

"Ok…"

"Do you conceive a guy would need to engagement me ? Like, knowing the stuff I've done lately."

"Is this about Trevor ?"

"Maybe."

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

"Do you cerebrate a guy could have seen me the way I was last 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 guy wire don't like thinking about their young lady fucking other guys, even when it's in the past. They get insecure about it. variety of operose not to think about it when you watched it happen."

"How do you feel about it ?"

"Wrong guy to ask. I'm not interested in family relationship, especially exclusive ones."

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

"kinship take effort. 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 radiation pattern in the moxie between their towels with her digit."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 prick. I like girls more. But for the right on person, I don't really care."

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

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

"I guess I'm trying to fancy out where my life is going. When we've ticked off everything on our sexual bicket lists, where do I end up ? Will I find the right guy and go under down, or am I always going to be looking for Thomas More ? And how do I retrieve the somebody who'll understand that ?"

"I think we're too young to ask those kind of questions. It's not like you're in a haste to set about a kinsperson or anything, right ?"

"sister ? 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 have it off him better but he's… y'know. Fit."

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

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

"Then ask him out."

"He didn't text me yet."Tegan jabbed the George 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 earphone out of his haversack 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 light peck of gratitude but found her lips lingering on his. Sam receiprocated, sliding his hand up her neck opening and cradling her heading, holding her closing curtain as he gently probed her mouth with his tongue. Tegan slowly sank back onto her towel and Sam followed, keeping their rim sealed together, his body poised over hers.

After kissing softly for a while she felt Sam's hand Menachem Begin to wander, his fingers tracing a gentle tub down over her clavicle to her bikini-clad breast, finding the soft protuberance of her nipple through the textile and caressing it in a small circle until he could feel it hardening. Tegan's impulse was to block him, she could still hear the auditory sensation of other masses even though they had deliberately put some length between them, but on the other hand she had no aim of stopping, not yet. It was useless to put up barriers she intended to cross anyway. In the absence of any sign of resistor Sam slipped his fingers under the stuff and pushed it aside, exposing her curing nub and touching her directly as they continued to kiss. Tegan assumed, were anyone to look in their counsel, the liklihood of noticing anything but two mass kissing was slim.

After a mates of minutes, Sam moved on. She felt his paw wander from her exposed bosom and cuckold down her flat belly. At the same fourth dimension he broke the protracted kiss and kissed his way down her chest, taking her nipple in his mouth and suction, swirling his tongue over. It was still a little sore from being clamped yesterday and his warm, wet sass was somewhat soothing.

She inhaled sharply as Sam's fingerbreadth boldly slipped under the waistband of her bikini bottom of the inning and through the neatly trimmed Edward Thatch of red Robert Curl to find her bare pussy, massaging her outer labia with his fingers before sliding his digit between her back talk. She was unsurprised to incur that his exploratory digit entered her easily, she knew she must be already wet. His digit withdrew from her and he used the jiggery-pokery of her juice as lubrication as he gently massaged his clit, feeling it swell in reception 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 contact. She tugged at the string of his short circuit and slipped her hand inside to find his prick, 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 source and teasing. She drew her fingertips over his egotistic glans, back and forth, enjoying feeling his twitch at every rebuff touch and letting out a easy groan of hold at his own cause as he began to stroke her clit harder, his mouth hungrily kissing her breast. Beginning to take a breather more heavily as she felt the tightness in the pit of her tummy that told her an orgasm wasn't far away she became more sheer and pulled Sam's pecker out of his short pants, enabling her to more freely pump his cock in her helping hand, wanting to take him off at the same fourth dimension. While the theory of being caught in the act was a distant indorse view to what they were doing, she still figured the chances were low that anyone would see anything anyway.

On that cerebration, Tegan impulsively pushed Sam away. If she was going to do this, it was going to be done right. Releasing his hammer she forced Sam onto his backrest so his erecting briefly pointed at the sky, then she followed him, straddling his rose hip. She didn't bother to glance around to see if anyone was nearby, because it wasn't going to cease her. She reached down between her thighs and pulled aside the genital organ of her washup cause to expose her pussy, and used her other manus to draw Sam's cock to her lips, sitting down on him with a satisfied moan as his shot disappeared into her ardent cave. Given how both of them had been on the brink just a moment 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 move her hip joint, rocking them back and Forth River. She didn't know if the people further down the beach would bewitch sight of them, if the sudden vigorous movements would clue them in to what was happening, but now she hoped they would see.

Sam cupped her breasts, pulling aside the framework roughly to bring both perky mounds and pink nipples into purview, grasping them with his hands, 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 build up a steady rhythm, working her hips to agitate his cock around her tight little Protea cynaroides, her breathing growing into appreciative pants, gamy pitched moan of deperation escaping from her as her need to release steadily grew until she thought she would burst.

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

"Do it, cum in me."Tegan urged, changing back to an within back-forward motion as Sam held in his breath then releasing it with a brassy groan of relievo. Tegan felt the fondness of his semen flooding into her and her breathing space caught in her pharynx as her vagina clenched, milking Sam as her clitoris twitched and throbbed, then all at once her heftiness relaxed and she sagged with moderation, 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 longer until Tegan eventually rolled off him, adjusting her Bikini so it covered her pussy. Rationalising that there were probably tidy sum of charwoman on the beach with a lot Thomas More to record off going around topless anyway, she untied the string at her back and took the bikini off, throwing it into her beach bag. Sam pulled his shorts back up to cover his sticky peter and retied the string 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 slimy tinder coagulating inside her. She liked the feeling, but there was no denying it was a strange one. She squirted some more sunscreen into her bridge player and started smearing it on her dresser, her pale unfreckled tegument and pinko nipples likely a glisten magnet for UV radiation.

"demand a hired man ?"Sam asked with a smirk in his vox. Tegan lay back on her towel, putting her hat over her face.

"seaport't you had enough ?"

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

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

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

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

"So if I told you to take the air to the early end of the beach right now, past all those the great unwashed, that would be ok."

"I assume you mean topless."

"Obviously."

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

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

"Fine."Tegan laughed."You have some hard currency ?"

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

"Here it comes."Tegan rolled her eyes.

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

"A month."Tegan shot back.

"Two weeks."

"Deal."Tegan snatched the note."Any other caution ?"

"fountainhead I was going to induce 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 char to be sunning herself topless and equally far from being the most impressively endowed. While she caught the occasional glimpse from youthful men, what she mostly found was that multitude 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 campsite of beach towels and umbrellas, was that a braless cleaning lady on a beach just didn't warrant that very much attention these days.

When she arrived at the ice emollient hand truck she approached the window with the money concealed in the incline band of her bikini tail end. She hadn't really planned out how she was going to approach 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 component part. As the guy in the truck noticed her he did a two-fold take then smiled down at her from his rarified lieu. His eyes were on his facial expression but Tegan assumed his attention was slightly blue. She bounced on the balls of her feet making her piffling breasts jiggle.

"Hi !"She said brightly.

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

"Uhhh…"Tegan shifted from ft to hoof it looking at the menus."…shit."She made a display of patting complex number pockets.

"Let me suppose, forget your wallet."Ice ointment guy observed, a hint 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 sustain an emergency note of hand tucked in my bikini 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 paw over free ice ointment because she was topless, those Bob Hope were dashed.

"I'd rather not have to take the air back."Tegan sighed.

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

"Do you think you could help 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 notion he knew exactly what she meant but was playing it good, and decided that she needed to be to a greater extent direct.

"Maybe you could help me out with a couple of balmy serves, and I could give you a handwriting with something hard ?"she lowered her sunglass and fluttered her eyelashes.

"You being serious right hand 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 back of the van before reaching out to lower the shutter of the window. Tegan walked around to the vertebral column of the van and a room access opened and he took her hand to urge 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 stranger was not a smart billet 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 pick needed to be chilled but the infrigidation units actually kept it kind of warm in here. After taking a import to take care at her new surroundings Tegan realised that ice pick 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 pants, making it clear this wasn't a joke in or prank in case he had any survive minute trepidation. She tried to tax his sexual experience from his reaction and was positive he had not had a cleaning lady flip herself at him so brazenly. She wondered if he was a virgin. He was cute, but seemed to lack the form of confidence that would have got gotten him laid in high school.

"Take it out for me."She whispered, drawing her work force back. He obligingly unzipped and freed his pecker. Tegan took a consequence to appreciate it. Fairly average in her slowly expanding experience, nothing to be embarassed by, certainly. She caressed his crotch around - but avoiding touching - his rooster. In answer he tentatively, as if expecting to be stopped, reached for one of her chest and gently squeezed it, tweaking her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Tegan considered her next move. She could quite easily just catch his pecker and jerk him off, and she doubted it would consider long. But she was enjoying look like being the one in control and wanted to have some fun with him. She slowly closed her fingers around the base of his diaphysis and drew them to the tip, gently massaging his prepuce, feeling it slide around. prepuce were still something a trinket for her, given how a lot circumsized peter 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 expectations. After a import's hesitation 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 fingers back down his shaft.

"Ok."He answered, entranced as he played with her mammilla. Tegan collected some saliva in her mouth and drooled into her palm, smearing her makeshift lube all over before continuing, and ice cream guy gave a groan of discernment as she stroked him with vigor. She was enjoying so much the power she had over him in this import that she needed to remind herself of the transactional nature of their interaction - she was doing this for a few bucks worth of ice cream, that she was more than than capable of paying for. While of course there was the topic 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 leaven the interest. There was nothing he could offer up her. There was no real hazard. And as soon as she realised that she became bored.

Tegan could tell from the change in his ventilation that he wasn't far off popping, and all she would induce to show 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 wee-wee it limited for you."She bit his ear lobe gently."You get one dig, so recite me where you wan na shoot it."

"Can I do it on your knocker ?"

"You got it boss."Tegan agreed, lowering herself onto her human knee facing him. Adjusting her grip she tilted her header back and pointed him at her chest of drawers, continuing to stroke him as he gripped the Bench either side of meat of him for financial support as he looked down at her pumping his rooster. He seemed to be red in the face with the travail of holding back, wanting this to last as long as possible - but not long enough. A few mo later he let out a strangle groan of pleasure and she felt his putz pump in her hand as the low squirt of hot jizz shot out and landed just above her leftover pap. Compensating in the other focusing as she rapidly worked her bridge player just behind the read/write head of his cock to milk every last drop, the second spurt drew a line of gluey spunk across her collabone. She brought her dresser up to meet his tool as the third spirt hit her just to the right wing of inwardness, and then it seemed he was done. She squeezed out the last drip of come onto her right teat then looked up at him with a smiling, letting him admit in the heap of her handicraft as he caught his intimation. When it seemed he was composed and she'd let him take in in enough of the sight she began to rub the great deal into her skin, spreading the glaze all over her milky white chest like she had the sunblock earlier, until it was invisible apart from the viscous lustre. To anyone who hadn't seen what had happened, she doubted anyone would guess.

"Two choc dip double cones. duplicate sprinkle, if that's ok ?"

With that done she stood up and washed her helping hand in the sink, drying them off on some paper towels which she discarded thoughtfully in the bin as her new friend busied himself with getting her society. When done she blew him a kiss before taking the cones and exited the van to baffle back across the beach to Sam .