This is a fictional story told in the eyes of a man between the thoughts of a woman he encounters. Read and you will soon catch on to the rhythm of thoughts they have. None of this is true but does brush closely to some fantasies that the author has had in his life...
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Him....I was at an engineering conference in Florida and had just gotten back to my room after a long day. I made myself a good tall bourbon and coke in a plastic cup and changed into some shorts and went out to the beach. I went for a walk and passed this very sexy woman walking along the beach collecting sea shells. I tried not to stare as she bent over and showed me a glimpse of her nice breasts. I went on down the beach and sit on a chair and drank while the waves slowly come in to wait for the sunset. Hey my lucky day, here comes the girl with a hand full of shells. I watched the sexy walk she had and tried to think of something to say real quickly.
She looked up at me and I asked her if she needed help carrying all those shells. She said she was about to lay them down and pick them up later and go for a long walk right now. I said, why don't we walk together as I was about to do the same. We got acquainted very fast as we talked about everything. I found out she was also there for a conference on literature and was alone in the hotel next to mine. We were so involved in our talking that we found ourselves miles from the hotel and turned to walk back. When she turned around without even a thought of the consequences, I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. She did not resist so I bent over and slowly kissed her lips. She responded and kissed me back with unforeseen sensuality. We broke loose and just looked at each other....
Her....The beach is eerily quiet tonight with the suntan worshipers all gone to their rooms to await another day of rays. The splashing of the waves seems to be much louder tonight drowning out the sounds of my heart racing away as I had just kissed you for the first time. I was nervous as a wet cat which means that there was a deep feeling for you more than just a kiss to be kissing. It becomes an expression of passion and wanting to be very close. So close that I want to be inside you.
Both....My arms squeeze you very close and I can feel your firm breasts against my body. I do not have a shirt on and it seems that I can even feel your nipples teasing me as our bodies press together. I wonder if you can feel my groin growing and pushing against you. You said, you are pretty sure of yourself aren't you and I said, well it's like those sea shells, you never want to pass up the chance for a pretty one with the perfect shape. You said I bet you say that to all the girls don't you. I answered, only if it will do me any good and laughed. I took your hand and we started walking back toward our hotels with the sun going down behind us and we could see our shadows in front of us. You squeezed my hand tight as to give me approval of what we were doing. I suggested that we go eat dinner together and have a bottle of wine to keep up the warm feeling I had for you. You agreed to go and asked how I was going to dress. I stated that I wanted you to pick out the sexiest outfit you brought and to wear high heels if you had them which turn me on. I asked if you wanted to be sexy for me and you said well it would be fun to turn on somebody for a change, that you had been in a rut for years and really had not had the occasion or opportunity to do anything like that for anybody as the home front was pretty well established.
You said you really would like to do that if that's what I really wanted. Hell yes, I said, I want it and I promised I will keep my hands in my pockets and behave. Being witty as you are, you said; let's not make any promises that you can't keep. And I also like to be touched in a gentle sensual way and don't be surprised if I do some touching myself. We agreed that we had only known each other for an hour and we already had a lot in common. As we walk back toward the hotel we decided to clean up in our separate rooms and go out to eat. We saw the pool and decided to get in and let the warm body relax our bodies. We kissed in the pool and had to force ourselves to stop to save some for later. We got on the elevator and there were three teen age boys riding up. They couldn't take their eyes off of your tits as your nipples were showing through the now clear sheer top. That excited me that they were taking you in.
Her....I hadn't noticed the boys at first because my mind was carrying the warmth of the hot tub and your body. When I did notice I laughed, halfway wanting to show them more. You were obviously excited. Bathing suits do give away those secrets! As a slightly malicious tease I turned toward them as I backed toward you, partly to hide your excitement, partly to feel you on my back. I gave them that ole wry smile as if to tell them they could have some - but they would have to get it somewhere else. About that time the door opened and we fled to our rooms for that shower and then a meal. It was with anticipation that I thought of holding you and feeling a nice shirt next to your and my skin, and watching you eat with that mouth that does such extraordinary things to me.
Well, my dear, you have certainly entertained rather major impulses in your life, and why not this one? It is such a change to meet a man who jokes with flirtation, as if in high school, but is so obviously a man with mature intent. His touch was tender, his jokes harsh. His attention focused on the moment. Yes, we are all susceptible to random acts of frivolity, but somehow he gets right to the core of feeling, casting aside childish silliness. It is sexual, it is tender, and it is a great, healthy attraction. I'm going to take a hot bath and relax. Amazing. I'm actually feeling such expectation, and want this man. I want him to pull me to him again, with that tender hand on my back, and want him to dance with me, and lean his body to mine. The smell of his shirt and coat, and the feel of his back under that shirt is already a reality. I want to take that shirt off later, one move at a time, and run my hands down his sides and kiss his chest. He and I deserve this. Chemistry is rare. We could walk for hours, turning to each other for those long kisses. I would kiss your cheeks and chest, and yes, run my hands down your body and hold you, and rub my breasts against your torso. We could enjoy that moon and sand and eventually, with mutual chemistry and amazing need, drop to that sand for the most amazing love making we have ever had. You would mount and push and thrust and pull out for kissing and my holding you in my mouth before we completed each other, to arise and walk again. We'd wash off in the surf and laugh at the mess before, once again, uncontrollably attracted to each other, and unable to keep our hands off each other, we'd begin again to walk, and kiss, knowing we would fall into even more fervent fucking.
Him.....We got back to our rooms after eating and changed into shorts for me and shorts and tube top for you. That was so you could walk along the beach with me again but this time in the moonlight with your top pulled down and let those beautiful babies hang out in the fresh air and so I could play with them while I had my arm around you. We carried a nice stiff drink with us in a cup so when we a little intoxicated we could multiply the feelings we would give each other. We came to a wooden lounge chair and sit on the edge of it for awhile taking in the moons rays and talking about our sex lives. You had always fascinated about meeting a stranger on the beach and doing this very thing and you wanted to fulfill all those dreams. I pulled your pants off and laid you back in the chair and went down below to smell of that sweet pussy and lick around it. You became aroused as my tongue darted around looking for your clit and when I found it you grabbed my head and pulled me closer begging me to eat your pussy good. I did exactly that and you tasted so sweet.
Her....Oh God yes. That mouth is so good. You spread my legs so wide, and rubbed and licked, and probed with your fingers so hot yet so gentle. Oh yeah, I felt it and it made me want you more than ever. You - with your hard dick so near and your tongue digging and licking and entering me as I wanted you more and more to mount me and shove that dick deep. You have a way of pumping hard that brings me to you and into such a swoon. Yes, swoon. That sounds so clichΓ©, but you are so good at getting me off, that after the tremors end, I want to let my head roll back and thrust my breasts to you. Suck them, please. Coming with you is always perfect. We come together. Yes, you can bring me to climax with your tongue and probing, but your thrusting and writhing brings me up to it again, with you. You pound hard and it is amazing. I'm wanting you to cum. You have me wide open, creamy and wet. You then move yourself up on to me, holding your penis, inserting just enough to use the wet cream to slide yourself over me, rubbing and gently rubbing until we are both moaning with desire. Just as my hips begin to lift in climax, you insert and push and pound until we are almost there, looking at each other, you rubbing my breasts, and me holding your butt, moving you in and out and side to side, licking your chest and neck, and throwing my head back to help you thrust harder.