I live in an area that has one of the few private beaches in Florida. Being a members only club, it keeps crowds to a minimum. In fact, some weekdays you will find less than a dozen people enjoying the white sand and clear salt water of the Gulf of Mexico. I drove through the gate, gave the security guard a friendly wave and idled to the far end of the parking lot, about a quarter mile from the entrance. With a book, a chair and a cooler full of ice-cold beer in tow, I wanted to get close to the water. There was only one other person at this end of the beach. 'Ah...serenity' I thought.
As I settled in and popped open my first cold one, I heard a familiar voice call my name. The other person on the beach was Amy, my neighbor that lives across the street from me, sitting about a hundred feet away. She was waving for me to come over and sit with her. I grabbed my belongings and walked to her. So much for serenity.
"Hi. How ya' doing. Where's Scott?" I asked.
"He is in Atlanta at a seminar for work. I am happy you are here. It's been pretty lonely not having anyone to talk with over the past couple of days."
I've known Amy and Scott for a few years. We had the typical neighbor relationship, a friendly wave and small talk if we were outside at the same time. She always seemed very shy and a little naïve to me, typical of a woman that grew up on a dairy farm in a very small town in northern Wisconsin. I noticed a glass of wine and a bottle that was half empty.
"You should have called me; I had no idea you were alone."
We were talking for an hour. We covered a wide variety of subjects, living in Florida, the weather, work, nothing special or specific. It was pleasant. I was five beers into the afternoon, she emptied her bottle of Merlot and we were enjoying the conversation. The whole time Amy was talking, I couldn't help but to notice her body. She is an adorable petite 38-year-old woman with long auburn hair, but she could easily pass for ten years younger. She was wearing a red one-piece bathing suit that was low cut in front and showed off her perky tits. I could see her areolas were puffy and her nipples were rock hard as they were straining on the Spandex material of her bathing suit. My own bathing suit started to get tight as my cock thickened. Amy noticed the excitement that was growing between my legs. She grinned as she looked away.
Out of the blue, she started to tell me about her marriages. The wine made her very chatty. "I was married at 18 years old to a 31-year-old man from my home town. I always knew something was not right since he never wanted me sexually. Six weeks after we were married, I caught him in bed with another man."
Shocked, I said, "Wow, you had no clue?"
She admitted, "No, not at all. He was what everyone considered the perfect man. Good looking, good job, popular, everything a young bride would want. We never consummated our marriage though. Our honeymoon was a disaster. I could never get him excited. I always thought it was me, that I wasn't good enough for him. We stayed together because I didn't want the embarrassment of a failed marriage. He continued to cheat on me with men. We were never intimate with one another. Finally, after 14 years of a sexless farce of a marriage I craved more. I worked up the courage and divorced him."
She continued, "Then I met Scott at the place we both worked in Wisconsin. After just a few weeks of dating, we moved in together. A year later, we moved here and were married." She was very candid in talking about their relationship.
"Scott is a very good man but a real disappointment in bed. He has a very small penis and doesn't enjoy sex. He's not gay, he just has little interest in sex. The rare times we do make love, it is boring and he can never satisfy my needs, usually it is over in a few minutes."
Amy took a sip of wine then blurted out, "In fact, no man has ever given me an orgasm."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This little vixen is so desirable yet, she has had a very unfulfilling sex life.
On she went, "I want to try new things. Scott has zero interest in exploring our sexuality. Sexual stimulation has been non-existent my whole life. The only way I can get off is to masturbate. It is better than nothing but, it is like tickling yourself. It just isn't the same as someone else is tickling you. I need to be tickled."
I sat there sipping my beer listening intently. I was fantasizing about her using a dildo to get off while I watch.
"Surfing the internet exposed me to a world of erotic fantasies that were very foreign to me. The women in my office talk freely about their sex lives and how much their men take care of their desires. One woman brags about her man's cock. I'm jealous."
As she was revealing her secrets, I thought to myself that I could certainly service this little spinner.
After another round of drinks, I suggested, "Why don't we go home, shower and go out for fun evening. I know of a place in Tampa that I think you might enjoy."
"That sounds fantastic."
She was excited to not sit home alone. We drove our respective cars home. I pulled into my driveway and she parked in front of her house.
As she walked toward her house she waved and said, "See you in a while!"
I went in my house, stripped off my bathing suit and turned on the shower. Before I stepped in, the doorbell rang. I wrapped a towel around my waste and answered the door. It was Amy. I was a little surprised, I wasn't expecting her so soon. She was carrying a small bag packed with everything she needed to get ready for our evening together. As she entered, I took a chance and dropped my towel to the floor exposing my thick cock. She looked down, a wide grin appeared and she reached out for my dick.
She whispered in my ear, "This is what I need."
The head of my cock was glistening with excitement. Amy was still in her red bathing suit. I untied the knot around her neck allowing the top to fall exposing her magnificent breasts. They were small and firm. I grabbed her nipples hard. She was very sensitive. As I clamped my fingers on them, she squealed and giggled. Then I lowered the suit down her legs unveiling a full bush, the color matched her auburn hair. I was surprised at the thickness of hair. It was like a mink surrounding her slit, soft and beautiful. I worked my fingers through her patch and found a very large clit, slick with anticipation. My fingers did a little dance on top of her nub. Her eyes shut tight and she gasped. I licked my fingers, her taste was sweet.
I asked her, "Has a man ever groomed your mound?"
She was puzzled and responded "What? No!"
"Would you like me to trim you, to make you more beautiful than you already are. It would be very arousing for both of us."
Without hesitation she said, "Absolutely!"
I spread a towel across my bed. She laid down as I took out all my grooming tools, a razor, scissor and electric trimmer. I went to work on this magnificent crop of hair. Amy was completely at ease as I trimmed her down, carefully shaving around the outer edges of her pussy. I worked down around her perfect ass and cleaned her smooth. When I finished, she had a perfect triangle that made her more desirable than she already was.
I cleaned her with a damp cloth. "That is gorgeous, a work of art," I proclaimed.
She stood up and looked in the mirror, "I agree. I look so different,"
I took control as I pushed her back onto my bed and buried my tongue into her newly smoothed pussy. I worked my way up and sucked out the little pink pearl that was protected by the hood of her clitoris. Amy moaned and clasped the back of my head pulling me harder between her legs. I nibbled and pulled on her freshly shaved skin as she trembled.
