California Dreaming 7

"Hi! I'm Samantha!"

"I'm John," he responded, not quite believing that this gorgeous creature had actually approached him.

"Hey, I'm sorry to be really cheeky, but I couldn't have a few drops of that water could I? Its really hot our here."

She flashed him a smile like the California sunshine as she spoke.

This made more sense. There was no way such a beautiful young woman would willingly approach a middle aged man like himself unless she wanted something. Still, if a few drops of water were the price for thirty seconds in her radiant presence, he had no problem with that.

"I'd be happy to," he replied and passed her his water bottle.

She took the bottle and took a couple of little mouthfuls, he couldn't help noticing the way she tossed back her long blonde hair and the way her throat moved as she swallowed. When she was done, she passed the bottle back.

To John's surprise, she didn't immediately make her excuses.

"Thanks so much. Its so hot and well... no pockets," she gestured to her bikini clad body.

With great effort, John didn't stare down at her but images of smooth, taut, sunkissed skin and soft curves were already filliing his brain.

"No, I see that. So you came down here just like that? No bag or anything?"

She shook her head.

"No, its much easier this way, I live close by and come here a lot to just relax. Its just easier if I want to swim if I don't have anything else with me."

"So, you come here alone?" he asked and immediately regretted asking such a loaded question, but she didn't seem to mind, she just shrugged dramatiically to indicate no one else around.

"Just me," she said. "How about you, are you with anyone?"

"Just me," he replied.

"Thats cool, I love to come here with friends but I like to come down here and relax by myself some times too."

She paused and looked a bit uncertain for a moment. John was pretty sure this was the moment she was going to turn and make her goodbyes, but she had already made his day so he would have had no regrets.

Instead of which though, she turned back to John and asked, "How about you? Are you local too? I've never seen you here before."

"No, I'm not local. I'm from pretty far actually."

"How far?"

"London."

She gave a low whistle, "Thats pretty far. Say, I thought I noticed something with the accent. Are you British?"

"Guilty," he replied.

"For real? Sometimes guys try to put on a British accent because they think it impresses the girls. Its so dumb."

"Does it?"

"Does it what?"

"Impress the girls?"

"Well, not when they fake it! But, yeah, I like a British accent, but its not like it's the most important thing.

"Hey," she said, suddenly full of enthusiasm, "say something British to me."

"Erm, OK, like what?"

I dunno, something British. Like 'Bloody Hell Guv'nor'".

"OK Samantha: 'Bloody Hell Guv'nor'"

He felt slightly ridiculous saying it and, for some reason, he felt the need to put an exaggerated and not very good cockney accent, as if that were somehow more 'British' than his native Surrey tones. But Samantha seemed delighted and clapped her hands in girlish delight.

"Whats it like, London? I've never left California. To be honest, I've never even been to San Francisco or LA."

"You're kidding?"

"No, I'm a hometown girl. I still live with my parents and they can be difficult about me spending too long away from them.

"How old are you Samantha?"

"I'm twenty three." He breathed a sigh of relief. "How old are you?"

He briefly considered lying but then decided against it, "I'm forty two."

"Really, you don't look it? Do you work out?"

He wasn't sure he believed her but he couldn't help but be flattered, "I try to look after myself." He was just glad that she didn't seem scared off by the information.

As they were talking, they had started walking down the beach together, their feet occasionally washed by the surf. John talked about London and about other places he had been in Europe and Asia.

He kept glancing over at her face to check that he wasn't boring her and falling into the trap of just talking about himself, but everytime he looked at her she looked back with a look of genuine interest.

A bit of him was still quite wary, this all seemed to good to be true, but if she was working an angle, he didn't know what it was. He half expected her to start mentioning a cult or a large debt she needed paying off but nothing like that came up.

"Is it true that all the women in Europe sunbathe topless?"

He swallowed, trying very hard not to picture Samantha with her bikini top off.

"Well, not all the women and not so much these days but, yes, some women do."

"Wow. I can't imagine that. But I guess it would be kinda cool, to feel that free."

John said nothing and just concentrated with all his might on not looking at Samantha's round curves or to imagine them free of her bikini top.

They kept walking and talking until they reached the edge of the beach where the cliffs came down to the water, cutting off any further progress. A large blue house was perched on the edge of the clifftop above them.

"Wow, you've been so many places. It must seem pretty sad to you that I've lived all my life just here."

She looked out over the vast blue ocean glittering as the sun was lowering in the sky.

"Not at all. Travel's great but it's not the most important thing. And its so beautiful here."

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" she turned to him with an eager face and large shining eyes. "I'm so glad you think so."

Despite himself, he leaned in to kiss her. She looked so beautiful and she smiled at him so warmly, he couldn't help himself.

Fuck it, he'd join her cult, he'd pay her drug debts, he just wanted to kiss her so badly.

For a moment she kissed him back, her soft lips parted slightly and he could taste the wetness within, but then she pulled back from him.

"I'm sorry, Samantha, that was uncalled for."

She looked back at him, her eyes still eager but concerned now. "No, John, that was beautiful but not here, my parents might see," she indicated the blue house on the clifftops.

John looked at it properly for the first time.

"Wow. That's your parent's house?"

It was a proper mansion, bigger than the whole building John's flat was in in London.

"Yes," said Samantha, brimming with pride. "Do you like it?"

"Its beautiful," he replied.

"It really is, my parent's have just finished decorating it and its great inside, lots of room and lots of cosy little corners. I'd love to show it to you."

"I'd love to see it, Samantha."

"You would?" her eyes were as keen as ever, surprised for some reason that he'd show such an interest in her. But then they were downcast, "I don't think my parents would like that, though. They can be a bit funny about having people they don't know in the house."

"That's a shame, Samantha, but never mind."

"Would you really like to see it, though?"

"Sure."

"Well, I guess I could sneak you in," she giggled, "but then you'd only get to see my bedroom, would that be OK with you?"

John swallowed, hard. "Yeah, sure, I guess."

"Ok, great," she smiled her radiant smile at him and tossed her hair back and leant in and kissed him quickly on the mouth, her hands cupping his face.

It was over in a moment but, God, it felt good. He was as excited as if he had never kissed a girl before.

"This is going to be so much fun," she giggled.

"Look," she said, "There is a way that we can climb up here."

The cliffs weren't high but they didn't look inviting. There was a low crack in them though, where a determined person could pick their way up the slope. Samantha scampered towards it and John made his way more cautiously behind her.

She was younger and fitter than him and knew what she was doing, so she made the ascent with ease. He was stronger than her though and had been into rock climbing at university, so even though that was twenty years ago, it was surpsing how much of it came back. The rock was smooth but not slippery under his bare feet.

He kept his eyes on her closely, checking out where she was resting her hands and feet, and making sure to copy her. It also allowed him to admire her smooth, lithe, lissom limbs. He also couldn't help himself from admiring her pert round bottom, barely covered by the thin fabric of her blue bikini bottoms. After all, it wasn't his fault if it was more or less at his eye level as he climbed up after her.

Samantha was quicker than John, he guessed she'd made that climb many, many times before but he wasn't too far behind her and not too out of breath. She didn't seem to have broken a sweat but then she was twenty years younger than him. He was just glad not to have disgraced himself on the climb up.

John crouched down next to Samantha behind some scrubby bushes a little way back from the cliff edge. They were on the edge of a lawn, sloping up to the house, which looked even bigger this close up.

"OK, this is what we're going to do," she smiled at him. Goddamit that was a radiant smile, he'd follow it anywhere he realised.

"You wait here and I'll go check that the coast is clear. When I signal you, come up to that house and you see that trellis there?"

She pointed to a wooden framework up the side of the house with some ivy trailed decoratively up it.

"You climb that and come in my window. Its on the third floor, you see it?" she pointed to a window that looked very high up.

John just swallowed and nodded.

"Now, when I come and tell you the coast is clear, I'll have to go back inside to distract my parents but you just come over and let yourself in, OK?"

John just nodded, hoping for another kiss but had to make do with a smile instead.

Samantha stood up and strode confidently across the lawn. Even from his hiding place, he was able to admire her grace and poise and the way her bottom wiggled seductively as she walked. She was the perfect Californian dream.

It was as soon as she was out of sight, that the doubts began to come back. This was exciting, sure, sneaking into a strange girl's bedroom like he was seventeen again but he wasn't exactly seventeen anymore. He was effectively going to be breaking into these people's house.

What if it wasn't even Samantha's place? What if this was all some sort of set up. And this was America. People here had guns and the law did not smile on the housebreaker. This was definitely a bad idea.

Samantha seemed to be gone for ages. And the longer he waited, the more nervous he got. He kept making up his mind to slink away, but somehow he stayed. He kept thinking about that smile. He kept thinking about her bedroom.

Even if he was ninety nine per cent sure, this was a mistake, that one per cent of hope kept him where he was.

Eventually, Samantha's bedroom window opened and she leaned out like Juliet. She looked over to him, beckoned for him to come in and then, with a swish of her perfect blonde hair, she was gone.

John didn't even think. She had called him. He would come.

He pretty much ran across the lawn. That was probably the riskiest part, as anyone in the whole back of the house would have been able to see him clear as day. He didn't pause when he reached the trellis, and immediately started to make his ascent. It felt a long way up without ropes but the trellis was solidly built and it was easy enough as long as he just kept going.

The trellis stopped just underneath the open bedroom window. It was slightly more tricky to pull himself inside but only just and he soon found himself crouched on the floor inside the room.

He looked around. He was alone and the door was shut. He felt some of his doubts subside. This definitely looked like a young woman's bedroom. The walls were pale pink and the furnishings had a soft femininity to them.

It wasn't a huge room for the size of the house. There was a double bed opposite the window where he had come in, a chest of drawers and a desk on one side of the bed, and a small sofa, just big enough for two, on the other.

He was glad to be alone for a moment, time to regain his breath and his composure. He looked around the room again, there was a picture on the wall of four girls on the beach. One was Samatha.

He turned to look out of the window. It really was a stunning view. He could see over the lawn he'd just run across to where it tapered into a little headland, with beaches either side of it. The wide Pacific filled the view beneath a sky just starting to turn orange as the sun began to set.

The door softly opened and closed. Samantha came in. He didn't say anything, just carried on looking out at the view as she silently came up next to him.

The window was narrow, so there wasn't really room for them to stand side by side and look out at the view. He moved his body so that was half behind her.

"Its beautiful," he said looking at the view but thinking about Samantha's bikini clad body.

"It really is," she replied. "I've been looking at this view my whole life but it somehow looks different with you here. Fresher. Better."

She leaned back into him and his hands naturally found their place on her hips.

Any doubts he felt melted away as he felt her body pressing into his.

He kissed her neck and she arched her head back to let him. His hands were on her stomach now and he could feel her heart beating and her breath fluttering with excitement.

"Just look at how the clouds catch the colours everywhere," he breathed as his hands reached up to her breasts.

My god, her breasts! He had barely allowed himself to look at them, even though her bikini had been pretty skimpy.

But he could feel the weight of them in his hands, their fullness, their firmness. Her nipples were hard and pointy under the fabric as his fingers gently explored her shape.

Samantha must have been able to feel his swelling desire in his pants, because she started to grind her bottom against his hardness.

Still playing with her beautiful breasts with one hand, he undid the strings on her bikini tops with the other until they fell to the floor.

"Look, there, purple and yellow and red and on fire," he breathed into her ear as his fingers lightly pinched her hard nipples. She just moaned quietly in response and continued to grind her bottom against him.

Feeling emboldened, he let one hand glide down over her stomach and slip under her bikini bottoms until he could feel her wetness.

Samantha arched her back and pressed her head into his shoulders.

"Oh John," she whispered back as his fingers opened her up, "we just ... need ... to be quiet ...my parents ..." each word broken by a little moan as she responded to his touch.

"Shh, Samantha," he breathed into her ear, "We're just looking at the sunset together."

Her pussy felt so soft and wet and delightful to his touch, he gently stroked her clit before sliding a finger deep into her hole. He couldn't believe how tight she felt, could hardly imagine what it would feel like to take her.

She moaned more loudly as his fingers entered her, so he placed his hand lightly over her mouth and felt her sharp teeth biting down on it as she writhed in pleasure.

The sun was a bloody red and the ocean a pool of orange fire. The colours pulsating and silently exploding across the sky.

He pushed her bikini bottoms down so that she was naked before him. She instinctively bent over, bracing herself on the windowsill, presenting herself to him.

He was barely even aware of getting his cock out but he was soon pushing the hard tip up against her pussy lips, sliding inside her slit and up against her hole.

They both gasped as he entered her. She was so tight that there was a momentary resistance and he had to force himself into her. There was a moment of pain but only a moment before she accepted him in, and then nothing but pleasure.

"Oh God, John .... its so big" she moaned.

His cock had never felt as good as it did inside the pussy of this sweet, young California dreamgirl, fucking as the sun went down in wrath and ruin.

She was moaning quietly and he could tell that she was having to restrain herself from calling out more loudly. He'd have loved to hear her let herself go but this was almost more sexy.

He felt lost in a dream, his cock was singing out in pleasure as he thrust hard and deep in her tight little pussy. It looked so hot as he could see his manhood sink Itself deep inside her beautiful little pussy.

It was perhaps the most beautiful sunset he had ever seen but it was nothing like as beautiful as the feelings that were spreading through his body. Nothing like as beautiful as Samantha.

She was moaning louder now, biting her lip in a vain attempt to stifle her pleasure. He could feel her heat and desire radiating through her body and into his.

He picked up the pace, and fucked her harder and deeper, he whole body shaking as he thrust inside her as they both started to lose control.

She came first. She moaned out and her whole body went taut. Her already tight pussy spasmed and became even tighter.

The extra pressure on his cock and the glorious feeling of having made this beautiful woman come pushed him over the edge and his cock exploded inside her, filling her tight spaces with his hot, creamy love.

"Oh my God, John. That was so good. "

He grinned back at her. "It sure was, Samantha."

"Now, you need to go before my parents come in," she said worriedly. "But, hey, meet me at those rocks where we first met in about an hour. I'm not done with you, yet. "

"Sounds great, Samantha," he replied as he threw his legs over the windowsill, on an absolute high and not able to believe his luck.

"Sounds absolutely wonderful."