The Beach House - Chapter 8 extra - Ashley
"Randy? Randy!" Ashley shouted across the water to her kayaking companion. She had been calling to him for twenty minutes now, but he had his damn iPod turned up so loud that until she was able to catch up to him there was no way he could hear her.
He finally noticed that she was trying to get his attention, and pulled his ear buds out. "What now, Ash? I was in the zone!"
Ashley sighed inwardly. This was NOT how she had wanted this summer adventure to go. Randy was certainly not WHO she had wanted to go on it with, but by the time she had been able to get some time away from work and school to do it, he was pretty much the only person not already doing something.
She hadn't wanted to go on yet another beach trip though. Those were fun, sure, but after a while they got boring. What she'd really wanted to do was to go on a two-week long kayak trip up a warm ocean coast, stopping at resort towns some nights, camping out under the stars on others.
She'd known that she could do it. For the past year, she had been training for just this, taking long, day and even some weekend trips out in her kayak on Lake Ontario, or Lake Erie, both of which were just a short distance from where she went to school in Canada. She'd built up her stamina and her skills, even going out in a couple of mild storms so that she would know how to handle a kayak in the rough water that you would expect near an ocean shore.
It was the company that she would like to change. Not that there was really anything wrong with Randy, but he was so... clueless. She hadn't JUST wanted to be doing the trip on her vacation, she wanted to be doing the person she was on the trip with. And Randy was definitely very doable, it's just that he couldn't take a hint.
Ashley had done everything she could think of to drop the hint, short of stripping naked and crawling into his sleeping bag. But every night, she went to bed in her tent, and he went to bed in his. And just about every night, she ended up having to use her hand on herself while a perfectly good cock was less than ten feet away. She supposed that before the end of the trip, she would have to just go jump him, but she wanted him to be the one to start that.
"Ash? Ashley? Hello! Are you in there?" Randy interrupted her thoughts.
"Oh, sorry" she said. "I know that it's only four o'clock, but we've been going all day and I'm getting kind of tired. The map shows a nice little bay just around this bend, could we please stop there for the night?"
Randy sighed. He would have liked to get at least two more hours along the coast, but she was right. They HAD started out early this morning, and there WAS a little bay up ahead, and not much else for quite a ways past that. He nodded his head to Ashley, saying only "OK, sure."
He couldn't believe his luck, being invited on this trip with her. He had "worshipped her from afar" as the saying went, for the past year, hardly daring to even speak to her. And for the past week he had been so very close to her, sleeping just a little ways away every night. The night that they had stopped in at a small resort town, they had even shared a bed, but he had made sure to stay on his own side. It had been a very restless night for him, being so close to the girl he desired so much. He would have liked for this to be more than just going kayaking with a "buddy", but he just couldn't work up the nerve to approach her in that way.
She was way out of his league anyway, and was very popular with the other guys at school. She could have asked any one of them if she had wanted to do that on this trip, but she'd obviously asked him because she knew that she would be safe. He assumed that she thought that meant FROM him, not just with him. Anyway, if he had hit on her, and she'd pushed him off, the rest of the trip would be really uncomfortable.
A guy could dream, though.
Randy pulled out his map and looked at it. There was the little bay, it kind of hooked around, providing a completely protected shoreline for them to camp on. The map showed cliffs towering over the area, with a little lake on top of them. That lake might be an interesting hike to take, but those cliffs looked awfully high and steep to him.
It was almost five when the two travelers reached their stop for the night and pulled their little boats ashore. Ashley was so tired that she collapsed after that, leaving Randy to make their dinner alone. As he did this, his thoughts kept wandering back, to the things that he wished he could tell her about himself, and his feelings about her.
When woke Ashley up to eat, she had acted quite oddly, more groggy than he had ever seen her before. So much so that he had offered to set up her tent for her that night. As soon as he had finished that task, she thanked him, then climbed in, having changed into her panties and a t-shirt, and fell into a deep sleep.
Randy took the alone time to watch the stars as they came out. It always surprised him at how many stars there actually were above his head. Having lived in or around cities all of his life, he wasn't used to such a sight. Now that he was away from city lights, the universe hung brightly above him.
At one point during the evening, she had been loudly crying out and moaning out from her dream, mumbling "I'm so tired. Can we be done now?"
A thick fog fell over the coast that night, and Randy finally went inside of his own tent, trying to get to sleep. At one point, he thought that he'd heard a boat motor pass by out in the bay. Perhaps it was someone else coming into their little refuge in order to escape the foggy sea. If so, he knew that he would be able to see it floating off shore when he and Ash got up in the morning. With thoughts of his companion on his mind, Randy finally drifted off to sleep.
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Ashley's dreams were fitful, and full of sex. In the first, she had been with an older couple, who had been doing wonderful things to her body. After what seemed like hours of sharing both people, the man had suddenly been inside of her, making love to her like she wished Randy would. Throughout the entire dream, she could see another herself watching what was happening in a dissapproving manner. Like most dreams, everything was more hinted at than real. It had eventually ended though, leaving her to dream of more normal things.
Later on, a second, much more detailed dream would disturb her peaceful slumber.
In the dream, she was in a small room with three other people, two men and a woman. All four of them were naked, one of the men was tied to a bed. As the dream progressed, Ashley's point of view shifted from watching the four people to being one of them herself. The man who wasn't tied down was making love to her, first using his hands, then his mouth, then finally he was gently fucking her.
While he was doing all of this, the second woman was teasing the other man, trying on and later removing blindfolds and earplugs, occasionally providing him and herself with various methods of sexual relief.
Suddenly the scene shifted again. Now she was lying under the bound man, his cock inside of her, and the other man was now servicing the other woman as well. It all became a jumble of the four of them all pleasing each other, and Ashley tossed and turned in her sleep until she rolled over onto a rock, waking herself up.
She lay there, trying to reclaim pieces of the dream, unable to hang onto it for long. Reaching her hand down as she had for so many recent nights, she found that she was not only wet, she was a little bit sore, as if she had been having a lot of sex recently. "Fuck this!" she said to herself. "I am NOT going to wait for him any more!"
She got out of her tent, then crawled over into Randy's. She slowly and quietly pulled the zipper to his sleeping bag down, then gently crawled into it head first, her hands feeling around and ready to pull down his pants. Except that Randy apparently didn't wear anything to bed, because what she found wasn't pants or even shorts. Her hands surrounded a very nice cock. Soon enough, her mouth replaced them.
Randy too had been having sex dreams that night, so it took a few moments of groggy wakefulness before he realized that the lips surrounding his stiff cock were real. When he did, his eyes shot open, greeted by a close-up view of a girl's very thin panties. They were so thin that he could see whisps of dark hair behind the fabric.
He lay in his bed, luxuriating in the silky feeling of lips surrounding his cock when it occurred to him. Unless there really had been a boat and some sex-starved woman had wandered around the shore looking for random guys to give blow jobs to, the lips around his shaft had to be Ashley's. And if those were her lips, then the barely covered crotch only an inch from his face had to be hers as well.
Randy may have been slow at times, but he was not stupid. While Ashley continued sucking on his cock, he began working his hands out of the sleeping bag. As he drew them up, they brushed along her upper body. When he felt her small breasts, he stopped their movement, finally able to touch the globes that he had been admiring inside all of the thin white shirts that Ashley had mistakenly brought along on the trip. She seemed to have forgotten to wear a bra more days than he could remember too, Randy had repeatedly been given glimpses of dark, puffy nipples beneath the fabric. Those very short, very tight shorts that she always wore in camp just did not seem all that practical to him either.
Since his hands were now to busy to pull aside the fabric before him, he decided to try using the part of his body that could still reach it. Craning his neck so that he could reach the panties, he first missed, hitting them with his nose. A strong, musky odor filled his nostrils when he did this, and the panties seemed to be very wet to his touch.
Randy tried again, thinking that perhaps he could bring one hand up and leave the other to continue working Ashley's soft breast, when she moved her body down the final inch, the fabric covering her wet slit now touching his lips. Immediately he extended his tongue to meet the offering, sliding under the edge, tasting her juices for the first time.
Just that one taste had been enough, and Randy dove with a brand new fervor into his new-found prize. He slid his tongue around until he found first her lips, then her wet slit. The crotch of her panties pushed to the side as he began to run his probing tongue first along, then into Ashley's delicious pussy.
Once he began to address her wet hole in earnest, Ashley's mouth doubled its efforts on his stiff member. He realized that he needed to take his mind off of the wonderful feelings he was experiencing, so he concentrated all of his energies on pleasing Ashley. His tongue found her clit, which he thought had been hiding. In fact he had forgotten that she was on top of his face, not underneath it, and the little nub was at the bottom of her slit this way.
He worked his hands up and out of the sleeping bag until both of them were free, then he used them to spread her thighs farther apart, allowing him to push his entire face closer into her sensitive pussy. If he'd had more hands, he would gladly have kept some on those soft breasts, but a return to that heaven would hopefully come back for him later.
Randy used every body part available to him, applying pressure to Ashley's thighs, ass cheeks, and all parts of her pussy. The more that he went on the attack, the less controlled her mouth became on him, and she eventually stopped trying, now only able to experience the feelings that he was sending through her. At last she came on his face, emitting a flood of juices at the very moment she reached her peak. His tongue worked hard to catch all of her juices, but so much came out of her that he couldn't do it.
