This is the first part of a new series. It begins with romance and straight sex but will include much steamier explorations as the story develops in future episodes. These stories aren't for little kids so all you underage, go somewhere else.
I've been in the doldrums for the last few months. Not that things were bad, it was more like things were blah. Everything was blah - my writing, my social life, just my whole demeanor. I knew that I needed to change this outlook but it seemed that every time I tried to shake loose, it was all for naught. I needed to break the pattern, I needed some luck, too. I needed some spice, I just couldn't find the heat.
I think it started some months back when my friend, Sally, took a job in Cabo San Lucas and moved away. Sally and I were fuck-buddies and nothing more but we sure had tons of fun together. Sparks flew between us. Our romance was all about our wild activities together and with others. Sexually, we were perfectly matched. We were partners in search of fun and pleasure. Once she moved away, I began to withdraw and within a short time, my life, as well as my sexual activities, seemed to go into cold storage. Except for masturbation which kept DCB (the Dreaded Cum Backup) under control, my sex life was on hold.
I'd met a few people and tried a few new and different things to stay active. One night, I went to a jam session with a half-a-dozen other musicians. I'd played with a couple of them before and they were cool as well as great musicians. There was this spectacular amazon at this jam who, I was told, was an amazing singer. One look at this woman and all I could think of was mountain climbing - she was a stunner. That is, until she opened her mouth to sing and it became evident that she was dreadful. I soon realized that this jam was not about music, but about ego. The lead guitarist was pretty good but he was one of those guys who keep turning up his volume knob until you couldn't hear anyone else. Plus, he played endless and pointless solos. That's kind of how my life was going.
Come the off-season, it turned cool along the Gulf Coast. Not that I minded, especially considering that there was a foot and a half of snow in my old hometown, but now it was in the 50s and 60s and a bit too cool and breezy to hang at the beach. I became somewhat of a hermit and hardly left my apartment. As the end of the month neared, the temperature began to rise again up into the high 70s. Suddenly and happily, it was warm again. It was a late Saturday afternoon, the sky was cloudless so I decided to drive the five minutes over to Coquina Beach to watch the sunset.
The air was warm but there was a bit of a cool breeze blowing in from the Gulf. As I walked the soft white powdery sand, I noticed that the recent weather had formed a dune a few feet high that ran along the beach parallel to the water. At one place, the wind had carved an indentation into the dune. To me, this looked like the perfect place to sit protected from the wind. I laid out my blanket and sat inside the indentation. Yes, this was an ideal spot. And, as an extra treat, since there was no wind, I easily lit the joint I brought and began to smooth out.
A few minutes later, a stunning black woman walked by. She was exquisitely built with a perfect butt, narrowed hips and a fine rack. Naturally, my mind immediately imagined her naked and I felt my penis throb as she casually strolled by. As she passed me, she noticed my perfect location and stopped.
"You found a perfect place to sit. Do you mind if I join you?"
"No, not at all. There's plenty of room here and no wind. And it looks like tonight's sunset will be memorable."
"Thank you. My name is Aliza but my friends all call me Leez." I detected a slight British accent.
"Hello, Leez. I'm Ray. Care for any of this?" I waved the half-smoked joint her way."
"That would be nice. Thank you. I have some white wine in my thermos. Care for a sip?"
We sat and watched the horizon as the sun slipped lower in the sky. We shared small talk and I learned that she was thirty-eight years old, was born on the island of Jamaica, had lived in the U.S. for nearly thirty years and was a registered nurse at a hospital in Sarasota. I found that I couldn't stop looking at her gentle features and flawless cocoa skin. Several times, I felt my dick throb again and crossed my legs to hide it. I wasn't sure that she hadn't noticed.
The sun slipped lower and lower until the sky began to band with a spectrum of radiant colors; blues, oranges and reds. What a show. All to soon, the sun was gone and the sky quickly began to turn dark. We both got up and began to leave.
"Have you had dinner yet, Leez?"
"No. I thought I would pick up some chinese food on my way home."
"Care to go over to The Beach House? My treat." She quickly agreed.
Dinner was delicious and we found ourselves chatting in a more relaxed, intimate way. I learned that she was single and had broken up with a long-time on-and-off boyfriend several months earlier.
"When I learned he was cheating on me with one of my friends, I ended my relationship with both of them. I've been alone ever since. And what about you, Ray?"
I filled her on the key points of my situation without going into the specifics and I sensed that she could feel my loneliness.
"So you have no girlfriends?"
"No, and my age, girlfriends are not easily found."
"What do you do for relief?" She innocently inquired.
"Relief? Why, I masturbate, of course."
"Same as me." She voice dwindled off with a detectable sadness.
"Hey, it works, doesn't it?"
"Sure but it's not the same." I felt her loneliness, too. Suddenly, she leaned down and began to rub her calf.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, but earlier today while I was jogging, I tripped and pulled a muscle. It's blooming now and really hurting me."
"So when you go home, draw a hot bath and settle into it. That will help. Also, you might want to book a massage. Come on, Leez, you're a nurse, you know all this."
"No, you're right, I do. A warm bath and a massage sound heavenly. I think I will do that. I could use to be pampered."
"Excellent. And if you need a masseur, call me for an appointment." I am such a cheeky bastard.
"You give massages? Are you professional?"
"No, not professional. I had a girlfriend once who was a professional and she taught me lots of techniques. I really enjoy giving massages."
"Well, I will keep that in mind."
We finished dinner and exchanged phone numbers. I told her that I would love to see her again and she was equally enthusiastic in her response. We said our goodbyes and each of us drove back home. Back at my apartment, I quickly pulled out my cock and within a few strokes, my cum was pooled in my palm.
The next night, she called me to tell me how good her bath was. "I felt like a princess. What did you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, did you take a bath, too?"
"No, Leez, I didn't although a cold shower might have helped after being with you."
Her voice sounded very sensual and I detected a hint of mischief so I took a chance.
