Author's note: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for adults only. All people, places, and events are a product of my imagination and any characters described as engaging in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen. Thank you for reading. All feedback is greatly appreciated.
Thanks for sticking around for this instalment. This episode has a lot of flirting and sex between a young woman and an older man.
Previously on Langley Circle... Left frustrated and horny after teasing Josh all morning, Beth went in search of her husband to solve her problem. She found a lot more than she bargained and ended up at the mercy of Dean and Nicky for their sexual gratification.
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Season Two, Episode Fourteen
As warm seawater rolled up the beach, covering his body, Josh realised he was dreaming. There is often a moment when it becomes clear that everything is a construct of your own mind. You go from being completely immersed in the situation, to being somewhat detached, as if you're watching everything from a different perspective. That's your chance to wake up, if it were a dream you'd rather not be a part of. As the water drew back down his body, Josh was quite happy to stay where he was.
The tepid liquid trickled down over his limbs, tingling his senses as it went, exposing him to the gentle breeze that instantly began to dry him. He wasn't concerned that the water might cover his face; He didn't know exactly how he knew, but he was certain there was no danger of him drowning. Another wave rolled gently up the beach, touching first his toes, then ankles, shins, knees, thighs and up over his groin, leaving a host of pleasurable sensations in its wake. It paused in a somewhat un-wave-like fashion, lapping around his waist for long seconds. Elsewhere on the beach, he could hear the familiar sound of the backwash returning to the ocean, and he knew the water around his body would soon be retreating too. There was a building pressure as the sea sucked back its errant edge, this time stripping his body as it went. He had no idea what he'd previously been wearing, now only aware that he'd been wearing anything at all because the clothes had just been removed, leaving him naked as the day he was born.
Josh remained calm. He didn't have to fear being exposed on this beach; this was a dream, he could do whatever he wanted. He relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of the wave retreating down his body. It travelled slowly and deliberately, as if being careful not to leave behind a single drop. The breeze resumed and brought with it a comfortable warmth. He felt good, in fact he felt fantastic. Pondering for a moment, he'd probably say he was predominantly Comfortable, relaxed, liberated and... horny.
As the tide receded once again, he became more aware of his nakedness; the water licked and flowed around every inch of exposed skin, including his penis, and lower between his legs. He definitely didn't want to wake up now. He desperately tried to remain in the dream as another wave travelled up his body, curling around his limbs, caressing and exploring. The water flowed around him like long tendrils, wrapping around his legs as it edged closer to his groin. He sighed as the warm water streamed between his legs and coiled around his genitals, making his testicles float before ascending to embrace his penis, sheathing it in a warm silky smoothness.
A creeping Anxiety began to build as he felt himself being pulled from the dream. He tried to cling to the images and sensations, but the dissolving fantasy was fading beyond his grasp, its impending end a crushing inevitability.
"No... no..." The words were mumbled and slurred on his lips. The sensations at his groin stopped instantly. He desperately tried to re-enter the dream but his attempts were futile, he was most definitely awake now. His frown deepened. That was odd, the pleasurable movements at his groin had ceased, but there was still a sheathing pressure around his manhood.
"No?" a voice asked softly.
Josh blinked open his eyes to find Trudy frowning at him. Was this still a dream? Some kind of inception-esque dream within a dream situation?
"Wha?" he said swallowing away the dryness in his throat.
"You want me to stop?" Trudy asked.
Josh blinked rapidly and tried to make his brain work; what the hell was going on. The priority was to establish whether this was actually real or not. He glanced down, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead as he saw Trudy's hand wrapped around his cock, which was hard and already lubricated with precum. The penny dropped. It wasn't a dream, it never had been.
Josh grinned sleepily at his step-mum. "Yes, I mean no. Er... Please continue. Umm... I was a bit confused there."
Trudy smirked, resuming her blissful up and down stroking motion, drawing his foreskin back and forth over the head of his dick.
"It's not too weird is it? Waking up to discover I've basically been molesting you in your sleep?" There was a slight trepidation in her voice.
Josh shook his head. He noted she was already dressed, looking ready to go out. He glanced at the clock; it was almost eleven. His smile faltered somewhat; she was wearing far too many clothes for his liking. A snort from Trudy told him that she'd clocked his reaction.
"This is probably the best way to wake up ever," Josh said quickly, covering for his minor faux par.
Trudy chuckled as she pumped her fist half a dozen times quickly, before going back to the long languid strokes that were rapidly ramping up his excitement. "But you'd have preferred me to be naked," she said, rolling her eyes playfully.
"No no no. Not completely naked... but umm... I think I'm gonna shut up now." Josh reached out to stroke her cheek.
Trudy nuzzled into his palm, smiling warmly, before abruptly stopping her handjob and straightening up. Josh frowned, his stomach dropping; oh shit what had he said. She shook her head gently before pulling her top carefully over her head. Desire blossomed at the sight of her magnificent breasts nestled snuggly in her black bra. He licked his lips and stared at the attractive lingerie; it was smooth, black and edged with delicate lace trim. He sighed deeply as she lightly grasped his shaft again, resuming her slow sensual handjob.
"Better?" Trudy asked, a twinkle of mischief in her eye.
Josh dragged his gaze up from her mesmerising chest and stared deeply into her smiling eyes. "Bloody hell yeah," he croaked, reaching over to caress one of her beautiful breasts. She increased her pace as he slid one finger around her chest, tracing the delicate lace pattern along the top edge of the bra, brushing his fingers against her bare skin as he moved inwards towards her impressive cleavage. As he luxuriated in the pleasurable sensations, he took in her overall appearance; she was looking very attractive in her chosen outfit, which he thought leaned towards being sexy formal daywear, whatever that was. Her hair had been carefully styled, makeup applied in subtle strokes, and the sweet spicy aroma that tickled his nostrils was that of her more alluring perfume.
