afternoon delight
The couple got out of the car, a man in his mid 20's, a
woman in her early 40's. As he straightened up, he flashed
a big grin to her, his brown eyes flashing with happiness,
his tan glowing next to his red t-shirt, his hair still wet
from the showers they just took. He stretched to his 5'7"
height and looked around at the dusky sky. She came around
the car and he grabbed her around her trim waist, picking
her up and squeezing her, then dropping her back down to
the ground. She stood on her tippy toes, her 5'3"
frame reaching for his lips. A light peck and they returned
to the business of unpacking the car. Smiling, laughing,
they carried their bags, walking next to the heat soaked
road. Although 8 in the evening, the still air felt hot and
heavy, the humidity ever present. It's hard to believe
it's supposed to be in the 70's tonight, he commented.
Walking behind her, watching her familiar rear end move,
he smiled to himself. I just hope it doesn't rain, she
replied.
They walked onto the beach, chatting, pointing out the
more interesting people, the kids, and whatever else caught
their eye. But as they rounded the bend to the "quiet"
spot, they stopped. Hundreds of beach towels lay out, with
hundreds to people laying there, drinking soda (and more),
talking, kids running around. The two looked at each other,
a little stunned. It's a lot more crowded than I thought
it'd be, she said. Well, we'll just need to find
a place to lay down.
Fireworks are interesting in that you don't need a
front row seat - you just need a place without a tall person
or tree in front of you. And as the two meandered around the
beach, they ended up at the center back, near the sparse
woods. I think this'll have to do, he said, and she nodded,
setting down her bag. They laid out their beach towel and
pulled out the thin blanket she thoughtfully brought along.
She lay down next to him, and he turned and put his arm around
her, drawing her to him. It's so nice being with you,
he said, breathing in her feminine scent, that alluring
female scent that surprised him in its strength every time
he saw her. She curled up next to him, smaller, compact.
They murmured to one another, talking about work, colleagues,
some of the people around, and the cooling air. It got darker
until the world took that familiar monotone look of grays
and blacks. Her shoulders chilled, she drew the blanket
up and turned to her side away from him. He could not resist
and pulled her towards him, fitting his body perfectly
behind her, spoon style. He pushed a bit, and she turned,
smiling, as she felt his penis pushing against her. He put
his arm over her, holding her stomach, trying not to be too
obvious. It'll start soon, he said, and he was right.
Some muted sounds announced the start of the festivities,
and they both turned their heads to follow the small lights
shooting upwards. Then, gently, brilliantly, the lights
expanded, turning into brilliant hues of color. Oooohh,
the crowd murmured. The bright pattern slowly slid off
the sky. Bang! bang! bang! The crowd collectively jumped
as the noisemakers went off. And so it started, the 4th of
July festivities.
As the fireworks kept blossoming, he pulled her tighter
towards him. It's his type of hug, she thought, that
loving, squeezing, intense hug, both urgent and caring
at the same time. She wiggled her rear, adjusting, so that
the head of his penis dropped in between her cheeks. She
giggled as she listened to his momentary pause in his breathing.
Then, his hand dropping down to the waistband of her shorts,
he pulled her rear into his hard penis, pressing hard.
He slid his hands down into her shorts. Her hand quickly
intercepted his, and he stopped, his gut all of a sudden
churning, worried that he'd taken too much liberty.
But then, her hand over his, she guided his hand to her vagina,
his fingers feeling her trimmed bush, then sliding further
down to feel her wetness. She groaned just a bit and tried
to make herself more available, taking her hand away, now
letting him do what he wanted. Too awkward because of the
"over-the-hip" angle of his arm, he pulled
his hand away. Discreetly, he slid his hand between them,
sliding his hand between her thighs, his forearm rubbing
the hardness in his shorts. He started to finger her, moving
the crotch of her shorts aside. With a slight adjustment,
he found a comfortable position where his fingers lay on
her clit and her very wet lips. Is this okay, he murmured.
Can anyone see?, he asked. She looked around. No, it's
okay she said. He looked up at a particularly bright explosion,
and looked around. Everyone's heads craned upwards
- no one was looking at one of the many couples laying on a
towel, holding each other for warmth.
He started to rub her clit, the familiar little bump moving
around, slippery, wet. Her head dropped and he could hear
her breathing, a little deeper than normal. Do you think
you can...? he asked her. She nodded silently, her eyes
closed. I want you too also she whispered. He nodded even
though he thought that it would be impossible. He started
rubbing that spot just below her clit, that spot that he
learned drove her crazy. The warmth spread in her body,
her juices making even her thighs deliciously damp. She
could feel the familiar pressure, the warmth, and she held
his other hand with her own, squeezing as she ramped up,
easing as she'd let herself drift away. She tilted
her head to his arm, the one under her neck, and rubbed her
chin on it, her cheek. She kissed it, feeling him jump. She
smiled and licked it, tasting the salt from the air and his
familiar, comforting "taste". She spread
her thighs a bit, enjoying the cool air rushing between
them, his had still protecting her core from any disrupting
drafts.
She could feel his thumb, eager to get into the action, rubbing
her lips, wetting itself. Then, soaked with her juices,
she could feel it travel back, circling her anus, closer
and closer, until she involuntarily clenched as he pressed.
Then she pushed, her ass opening up, soft and pliable under
his thumb. He languished there, then brought more moisture
down, until her ass was as wet and pliable as her cunt. He
pressed just a bit, so that his thumb just started to penetrate
her. He stopped short of penetration, satisfied with just
pushing against her ring of muscle. Rubbing her clit and
her ass at the same time, he looked at her still face. He could
feel a tremble in her body, and he kept moving his fingers.
She lay there, her crotch soaked, under delicious attack
from front and rear. She could push and feel his thumb start
to penetrate her ass, then relax to try and draw him in. But
she wanted to push too, against the pleasure pressure against
her clit. She was close, moving just a bit, his lower arm
actually pressing hard against her thigh to keep her from
moving too much. She squeezed his hand again, suckling
on his arm. The warmth was spreading and she could feel the
heat in her ears, her chest. It started slowly, an almost
numbness starting at her core, expanding outward, her
breathing halted as her body concentrated on more important
things. Her nails dug into his palm and yet his fingers still
moved, the numbness overpowering her, the tension building,
almost unbearable. She started to open her mouth but found
his hand quickly covering it, and he hushed into her ear.
That's what did it, that delicious tickling in her
ear, and the tension peaked, her body stiff, her breathing
forgotten temporarily. Then the unbelievably pleasurable
clenching started, the tension started to melt away, and
she could feel the pulsing, the release, her vagina quivering,
her body trembling, as she felt waves of pleasure rush through
her body. As the intensity faded, replaced by a powerful
undercurrent of warmth, love, and comfort, she realized
that she was still tensing her hips. Relaxing, she visibly
drooped as she allowed herself to return to the present.
Breathing carefully, she turned her head, smiling, and
murmured it's your turn. She got no argument. He carefully,
gently pulled down the front of his shorts, precum already
sticky, his cock rock hard from feeling her cum in a crowded
beach. He slid between her thighs and then tried to push
the head up into her. The wetness, the angle, and his need
combined to make it virtually impossible for him to penetrate
her. She reached down and guided him, and he immediately
dropped in, the wetness incredible, the heat just so powerful.
But he couldn't penetrate her enough and kept dropping
out, the angles working against the two of them. She reach
down and actually moved her cunt a little away from him.
Then, her fingers gripping him hard, she started pushing
him into her. Oh my god, he murmured, are you sure? She answered
the only way she could - his cock penetrated the initial
ring of muscle of her ass, and he could feel the immense tightness,
the pressure. He reached down and wet himself as best as
he could, and then started to push in. Amazingly, he slid
in rather easily: this time, the angles helping rather
than hindering them. He buried himself and could feel her
body pulsating around his cock.
She lay there, her ass open for him, his cock deep inside
of her. She would clench involuntarily sometimes, but
pushed to let him as far in as he wanted. He moved a bit, but
she could tell he was really hard and already quite close.
She held his hand with both of hers, looking like a contented
woman going to sleep on her side. The occasional flashes
of light, the bangs, they reminded her that she was on the
beach, but with the darkness came anonymity. She felt like
they were alone on the beach, making love, and she reveled
in that feeling. Her ass was the natural choice, she wanted
him there, and he was so awkward trying to reach her front
from such a terrible angle. But as she felt him move a bit,
she smiled. This is the way it was meant to be.
He lay there and felt her cheek smile, and he smiled too.
He had buried himself to the hilt, and when he flexed his
penis, she would squeeze him back, a kind of internal Morse
code. They played a bit like this for a bit, but in the end
he was getting a little close. He put his lower hand on her
hip, and although it seemed to be just laying there, he'd
press down hard, or pull on her, all without necessarily
moving her, but letting her feel the intensity he was feeling.
He could feel her opening up, her muscles relaxing, allowing
this unusual (but acquainted) intruder to move a bit more
freely.
She could feel him move side to side, opening her up, stretching
her out. She loved this, wanting him to own her, to ravage
her with love and desire, to have him open her wide. And as
the fireworks continued overhead, they continued in her
ass. She was definitely opening up for him and she loved
it. She could feel him moving just a bit, easier than before,
her ass warm and open and flexible for him. The tightness
was gone, the initial bit of discomfort a forgotten thought.
And with him so rock hard, she knew that he was enjoying it
as much as she was.
He withdrew just a bit, feeling her ass around his cock,
trying to keep in him. Then he'd slowly push back in,
her ass welcoming him back. He was clenching and unclenching
her hip and her hands. Initial quivers ran through the base
of his cock and he'd stop, allowing the delicious spasms
to subside. Then he'd move again, so close and yet able
to hover on that edge. Finally, realizing fireworks overhead
wouldn't go on forever, he allowed himself the luxury
of slipping out of control. He started to move a little more.
After a few pushes, he thrust particularly hard into her,
gripping her hip as hard as he could. That familiar tenseness
came, his breathing stopped, and he started to tremble.
The tension built and built, and he could feel his cock just
straining, ready to explode. He could feel the looseness
in his groin as his precious cum gathered. Then, like a cresting
wave, he peaked, biting her neck, his fingers digging into
her hip, his cock quivering with tension. Then, the initial
trickle of cum, following by a most intense blast of cum,
deep into her bowels, followed by another, and another,
and another. His hips started to relax, then, his fingers
almost cramping, he released her. Trying to breath quietly,
he grit his teeth, then kissed her neck, feeling the new
teethmarks there with his lips. Holy, she murmured, are
you okay? He grinned, nuzzling her neck. I'm fine.
But now what?
She giggled. We wait, she said. And so they did, pretending
to be asleep until everyone left, even the kids that almost
ran over them. Look, one cried out, there are some *people*
here. Then a chorus of giggles. Then running feet fading
into the night. He pulled out, finally, shrunk. They sat
up, arranging their clothes. That was intense, he said.
Yes it was, she grinned, pulling him towards her. Holding
each other, she said, let's go home, I want to go to sleep
holding you. Deal, he said.
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