Robin and Tommy

I awakened early, eager for the adventure implicit in the day's planned surfing lesson for Katje. The combination of erotic promise while doing the other thing I adored was a delicious compliment to the shower and breakfast that began my day. Lisa insisted on joining me for the shower, partly so she could tease me about Katje and partly because she loved handling my jewels. She was careful not to overstimulate me, joking that she wanted to make sure I had a generous load to give Katje for our "after surf frolic."

I tried to deflect this by saying that the morning was simply a surfing lesson with a friend which brought a cynical chuckle and smirk to lovely Lisa. She exhibited no jealousy about the expected assignation but there was a smidgeon about my surfing with Katje. I got the feeling that she thought surfing with me was her domain and she had a protective attitude about it. I do adore my little Lisa and made a point of telling her so before kissing her deeply and making a mental not to fuck her brains out at my earliest opportunity. I did approve of her concept regarding being fully loaded for the after-surf scene today.

Katje pulled the Bently up precisely on time at eight-thirty looking beautiful and official in her chauffer's duds. I was ready to go in board shorts, a t and slip in sneakers.

"Good morning, gorgeous."

"Good morning, yourself."

I gave her the address for my shop, and she punched it into the nav system.

She smiled brightly at me as we got underway.

"Like the Surf Punks?"

"Yes I do."

She pushed a button and the strains of "Locals Only" filled the car from the car's outstanding sound system.

"Perfect choice."

"I debated the Punks and the Beach Boys."

"What Beach Boys would you have picked?"

"Good Vibrations."

She said that as if, 'what else could she have chosen?'.

"You have excellent taste."

"I've loved the Surf Punks from the moment I first heard them. "And Then the Cops Came", "Chlorine," so many good ones."

"Lots of fun."

"So, I've got a choice of swimwear in the trunk, you'll help me pick the right one for the job, won't you?"

"Happy to, if you get into it, you'll want to get a wetsuit."

"Water sports."

She flashed a leering grin at her allusion to the naughty Surf Punks song.

She was fun, I liked her more every moment I spent with her. We continued our drive to my shop enjoying the music and each other's company.

"Claudia gave you the day off?"

"She'll be busy at the studio all day, so she told me to go have fun and I've been thinking about your offer to teach me to surf all week, so you're free for it, fun."

"Not much beats surfing, and I love teaching newbies to love it like I do."

'What does beat it."

The rhetorical question brought a shared grin to our faces.

"Where are we going to surf?"

"I thought we'd start at Malibu, get you comfortable standing up, and then try some gentle waves there. When you're up to it and I think it's safe for you we'll try Zuma Beach up at Point Dume."

"Point Doom, that sounds ominous."

I chuckled and spelled Dume for her.

"Bigger waves, a nice break, probably my fave nearby. Locals' beach, but the boys won't throw rocks at you, although they might hit on you."

"Aren't you semi famous?"

I blushed and shrugged.

"I've been checking your exploits online. You are a famous surfing champion and your boards are legendary. At least that's what I read."

"I've been pretty lucky."

"I think I'm lucky having you teach me surfing."

We arrived at my shop where she pulled onto the sand and shell surface of the parking area. I led her into the workspace, and she looked around, investigating the boards on racks and in various stages of construction, eventually focusing on several complete boards displayed along a wall.

"These are beautiful."

"Thanks."

"What will you have me start on?"

I led her to a group of boards that I'd taken as trade in on new sales and let her peruse them. I let her investigate the selection before guiding her to a lightly used Heritage nearly nine-footer.

"This would be a good starter board for you. It's about three feet longer than you are tall, and it's pretty wide and stable."

"I'll take your word for that, sensei."

She grinned and I chuckled at her quip.

She'd grabbed a couple of swimsuits on her way in and held them up.

"I don't really have a wetsuit that'd fit you here. I doubt Lisa's would be big enough and all of mine would fit you like tents, so I'd go with that one."

I pointed to a simple blue and yellow competition looking speedo.

"Okay," and she began removing her chauffeur's outfit in a simple businesslike manner but shifted to seductive mode when she got down bra and panties.

I admired her sexy reveal, and she played into my interest until I spoke.

"If you keep that up, we'll never get out to the beach."

"You sure you can wait?"

Accompanied by her sultry come-hither look I debated her question seriously.

"Surf first sex later, because I am looking forward to teaching you, and if I have my way there'll be many opportunities for other pastimes."

"I like the sound of that."

"Plus, the surf should be up this afternoon."

"And you'll be up later?"

"With that inspiration?"

I gestured to her gorgeous body with a fiery smile.

She responded with a curtsying pose.

"I have been thinking about this since the moment I saw you at the party, let alone when I had your magnificent trouser trout in my mouth,"

We shared a hearty laugh at the allusion to Surf Punks' song "Water Sports".

We managed to avoid falling on the mattress in the shop and actually took a pair of boards to the beach.

"So that suit looks like something you'd see an Olympian wear. Are you a serious swimmer? Competition?"

"I was. This was my team suit."

"What country?"

"Sweden."

"What stroke?"

"Backstroke, free, and medley, so I guess you could say everything."

"Olympics?"

"I made the team."

"Did you swim in the games?"

"I swam back in a medley relay heat, not the final."

"We finished fourth, so I didn't get a medal."

"Still way cool to get to swim in the Olympic games."

"It was a lot of fun."

"I bet you're going to do fine surfing."

"Thanks."

"Here we are, pull into that lot."

We parked, grabbed our boards, and carried them down onto the sand.

With the boards lying next to each other I showed her how to get positioned properly, lying on my board. I demonstrated how to pop up into a proper balanced stance and had her mimic the move, what I'd just done, on her board.

"You need to land with both feet simultaneously, or the board will tip, and you'll wipe out."

She repeated the drill until she was planting her feet together. Then I worked with her on getting them placed and angled correctly. I'd been right, she was a natural, picking up the process quickly with a natural athletic grace that was a pleasure to watch.

"Don't forget to bend your knees. Make bent knees the next step you incorporate in your stance, and then we'll try a wave."

"Really?"

"Show me the knee bend."

On the third pass she got it just right, looking like she'd been born to it.

"Okay, baby, surf's up."

"I'm ready?"

"We'll find out. First, we'll teach you to paddle and drop in. Once you've got that you're ready to ride the wild surf."

I pulled a disc of Mr. Zogg's sex wax from the pocket of my shorts and handed it to her.

"Sex Wax? I thought we were saving that for later. Surf first, fuck later, no?"

I chuckled at her misconception and explained.

"It's just a brand name. You smear it on your board then scuff it with sand. It helps with traction, so you don't slip of your board."

I unwrapped it, then showed her how to use it on my board before helping her take care of hers.

For the next half hour, we worked on the elements I'd just described and, lo and behold she got up for her first unsteady ride. We'd drawn a bit of an audience admiring the golden goddess learning to surf. She even got a bit of applause for her first ride.

She didn't want to quit and insisted on riding about a dozen more waves. She hung with it through a couple of minor wipeouts but continued looking better and more confident until she managed a kick out that I had given he no instruction on, paddled in and threw her arms around me.

"Tommy, I love this. What a glorious feeling, like soaring when the wave grabs you and throws you along. What amazing fun. Thank you so much. It's time to go back to your shop and put that mattress to use, isn't it?"

"I like the sound of that."

She slipped her hand under the waistband of my board shorts and took my cock in hand.

"I can't wait to feel this big boy inside me, Tommy. I haven't been able to get that thought out of my mind since I first laid eyes on it. You are handsome, but that cock is a thing of beauty.

"And you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on, and I've wanted you from the moment i laid eyes on you."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

We stashed our boards in the trunk and motored to the shop as quickly as Katje dared drive. After all, getting stopped for speeding would delay our consummation.

"Let's wash the saltwater and sand off."

"We can't fuck first?"

"Sand in the works is a buzz kill and we can have lots of fun in the shower, come on."

I pulled my board shorts down and her eyes shot directly to what I'd revealed, and she began peeling her racing suit off. I ate up the view of her goodies just as eagerly as she had ogled mine.

In the shower we began with a deep kiss, our tongues dueling aggressively, our naked bodies pressed together, our hands exploring each other. She focused on my cock and balls while I split my attention between her luscious, perfectly proportioned C-cup tits and her freshly shaven mound.

We grabbed a bottle of peppermint soap and began lathering each. Of course, our primary areas of concentration didn't change although we added each other's asses to the list. The soap tingled beautifully.

We took turns clearing the suds from each other with the handset spray, giving each other plenty of intimate pleasure with the various massage settings and she came quite extravagantly when I focused the pulsing jet on her pussy.

I gave her a minute to savor the aftershocks from her climax, hooked the handle up, and gathered her into my arms, kissed her, then led her out to where a pair of towels hung on hooks. Toweling each other was fun and only served to heighten the blistering heat between us. We stumbled over to the mattress, unwilling to completely let go of each other, before we tumbled onto the soft landing, still tangled with each other.

I pushed her back, looked into her eyes, kissed her lips, then began kissing my way down her lithe lovely body. I paused at her beautiful breasts, paying lip service to each nipple in turn. I suckled each, circling the erect firmness with my tongue and nipping them with my teeth. I looked up, smiled and told her that she would need patience.

"I owe you something from the other night."

I began to continue kissing my way down her tight lovely abs teasing with my tongue tip between kisses, or in combination actually. Before arriving at my goal, I could already get a hearty whiff of her alluring aroma and fought the impulse to dive in immediately. Instead, I took the time to tease all around her perfect pubis, grazing the outer edges of her sculpted labia and trailing my tongue through the crease between thighs and pudendum.

She clutched at my head trying to force my mouth to her gash, greedy for my mouth to work on her pleasure center. I held back as long as I could bear before launching my attack on her sex. I started by spreading her folds to gain full access to her creamy center, and creamy she was. Fueled by her orgasm in the shower she was welling juices aggressively and I drank her exquisite nectar greedily, scooping generous sips from the effusive offering, swirling them happily across my tastebuds.

The first contact of tongue on her swollen pearl catapulted her into orgasmic delight yet again and more of her spectacular wine oozed into my mouth. Her hands clutched my head against her bucking core, and she screamed her delight beautifully into the hard wall echo chamber of my shop.

"Please, baby, give me that magic cock,"

I was more than ready to follow her desperate plea and quickly moved into position to oblige. My cock entered her sopping wetness easily and my first thrust was met by an eager push back from her and the clasped hands that had been encouraging my head between her legs now grabbed my butt to pull me into her hot, wet hole. With this eager desire from her I was quickly buried balls deep in this spectacular beauty. Our pelvises collided and she cried out at the immediate complete impalement.

"Oh my God. Fuck me with that glorious thing, Tommy,"

I plunged in and out of her tight sweet twat, she milked me, flexing her muscles perfectly with each stroke as I pounded her pussy while she made mewing sounds of pleasure. We were a perfect fit together. Her pussy wonderfully tight around my cock yet she was fully capable of handling my size. She began to cum repeatedly when I found her G spot and probably came for the fourth time when the brilliant friction drove me to my peak, and I exploded inside her.

The mutuality of our coupling was incredible. I can't say I've ever had a more perfect partner. Her wonderful athletic body was capable of orgasmic excesses that made my head spin. This was an ecstatic coupling, passion and joy meeting at the junction of our electric connection. I remained buried inside her as both of us drifted down from the bliss we'd shared.

She stroked my cheek softly murmuring gentle endearments as we gradually separated with my slowly softening erection wilting inside her scorching wetness. When I finally rolled off of her, she quickly dove down to take my member in her mouth. She suckled my nearly flaccid meat tenderly, cleaning her sweet nectar mixed with my seminal residue from the cock she seemed extraordinarily fond of, or so she had professed many times.?

We rested for a bit before mutual heat began to build again and we drifted into a wonderful sixty-nine that lasted at least half an hour and was more about giving each other gentle pleasure rather than heated pursuit of release.

"This feels fantastic, just enjoying each other like this."

"It certainly does."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. It doesn't bother Robin that you're here with me like this Or, the pretty little girl?"

"Lisa. No as a matter of fact they both want to hook up with you too and wanted me to arrange a session with all of us and you if you're game."

"Wow, really? I'd love that, your Robin is fucking gorgeous, and Lisa is such a cutie. Tell them both I would love to hook up with either or both of them any time."

"I will. That's something I'll look forward to. Three of the best women I know all together, I'd call that the dream team."

She chuckled and gave me a happy kiss.

"This is kind of scary, but I need to bring it up. There's something I'm really into, but the thought of it with you is terrifying."

"What's that."

"I really like anal, but your cock is so big I'm scared you'd kill me."

"I like it too, but I wouldn't want to hurt you. Maybe we could work up to it slowly with toys."

"I'm game. I'd really like to know what you feel like that way."

"I have a plug here. It's not as big as I am, but we could start with it if you'd like."

"Yes, please."

I fetched the plug from the drawer where it rested and some lube. She pulled her legs up, spread wide to offer her perfect rosebud and i slathered her with lube, then coated the plug generously. With the tip of the plug poised at her hole I gradually exerted gentle pleasure as she pressed to open herself and the first part slid smoothly inside.

"This isn't my first rodeo, go ahead, I can take this pretty easily."

I took her word for it and slid in until the widest part reached her opening, before giving her a moment to be ready.

"Pop it in me, Tommy."

She gave a tiny gasp as the swollen shaft passed her sphincter, distending her tight opening sweetly and then closing behind it to capture the toy inside her. It was a beautiful sight. She grinned at me and said, "Step one. We should get a graduated set for me to work up with.:

"I do love the idea of fucking your ass, baby."

"I can't wait. Do you get many opportunities to do it? I can't imagine Robin, I mean she's your Domme, right?"

"She is, and no, I doubt that would ever happen, but little Lisa would surprise you."

"She can take you in her ass?"

"Believe it or not."

"When we all get together, I would love to see that."

"She'd probably love to eat you at the same time, randy little slut that she is."

"Wow, that would be hot as hell."

"It would. I know she wants to eat you."

"Mmm, I can't wait."

"What does Robin want to do with me?"

"Excellent question. I'm not quite sure. You'd have to ask her or wait and see."

"She's your Mistress, right?"

"Yes."

"Is she sadistic?"

"Not exactly, although she does things that can hurt sometimes. It's always sensual and mutually exciting."

"Do you love her?"

"Very much."

"How do you feel about Lisa, do you love her too?"

"Yes, I do."

"Is that complicated?"

"Not really. They're happy to share me and to include each other as partners while Lisa serves Robin too. It's complex but loving all around."

"And how do you feel about me?"

"I'm madly in lust with you, and they're definitely in lust with you too. it's going to be really hot when we get together."

"I can't wait."

"How about you and Claudia?"

"We're complicated too. Shes' my friend, and we are sexual together. We enjoy each other, but neither is possessive, she was happy for me to learn surfing from you and obviously approved of more happening. She's incredibly generous, an amazing woman. She's really hot for you, by the way. Ever since the first night she mentions you a lot."

"It sounds like we're really lucky with great adventures coming our way."

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me with a combination of sexual heat and affection that was an extraordinary comment on what we'd been discussing. That kiss melted into what quickly became heated as our passion reignited. We were destined to begin a new sexual explosion when her phone rang. She was technically on the clock and at Claudia's service.

"Yes, I'm at his shop by the beach...It was great, I love surfing,.. it's amazing... yeah, he is. Did the shoot wrap early? Okay, I'll head right over.

Claudia's shoot had ended for the day and Katje was needed to collect her from the studio. She apologized and kissed me effusively but still broke our embrace and began slipping into her uniform. She made a pleasing effort to do it seductively, cupping her luscious breasts with the bra and playing peekaboo with her nipples. She made another show of donning her French cut panties, arranging them with great care.

When she was finished with her own clothes she leant a hand with my board shorts, making sure they were properly positioned around my goodies which she caressed thoroughly in the process. That of course started me erecting from her wonderfully skilled touch and I reached for her, but she pushed me away gently.

"I wish we had more time, but the boss calls."

"I get it. We'll have more time Saturday night."

"We will, but I loved this today, having you all to myself. It was special. Would it be okay if I started falling in love with you a little?"

"Only if it's okay for me too."

She gave me a quick kiss that was more than chaste, but brief and finished with her turning for the door.