This is an entry in the Winter Theme 2010 contest, so please enjoy, email me con crit and don't forget to vote BIG.
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"Oh baby, I'm not done with you yet. I expect you'll cum at least two more times before I fill you with my cum. Three more if you want it in your ass." I looked at him coyly, silently. Though I enjoy anal, I wasn't sure I wanted his baseball bat wedged in there.
======= How did I get there? Well it started with a winter trip down South...
There's a huge advantage to living in the Florida Keys, at least during Winter months. I know it's unusual for a girl to be passionate about fishing, but I am. Mostly, it's the chase I love, so my thing is to 'catch and release' my prize. Others still debate whether fish feel pain or not. Since they react to the slightest touch at their mouths or noses, we know they CAN feel. I know how I'd feel if a fish hook went thru my palate or even my nipple. Imagine how a young child would feel, even if the hook were not toooo painful. Imagine the shock and terror of being hooked out of the blue with no idea if she could get away. Imagine the panic! So I have to convince myself, really believe despite my doubts, that I'm not hurting them. At least I can revel in the joy they must feel when I set them free and scurry away to live out their lives. Such are the profound thoughts that swim thru my head while basking in the hot Winter sun.
Duck Key, not far off the Florida mainland, has become so popular with tourists for who knows what reason, an investor funded a small apartment building several years ago. It's nearly dead center in our little island and the tallest thing on it. Anyone on the 2
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floor or higher has an ocean view from any apartment. A strip mall on our street is the main draw for residents and even attracts tourists when they aren't on our pure beaches. There's only one main road and it's a block from our building. That means our little street has most of the foot traffic, and most of that is in tiny, sexy beach wear. I love the beaches, but only go in the early mornings and early evenings, and never on weekends, to avoid the noisy crowds and the most intense sunshine.
I'm told I turn heads, at 5'7" and 130 well-placed pounds, especially in my usual thong bikini with the tiny top that barely covers my large, dark aureole on my big C-cups. My small waist and wide hips command attention too. Fiery red hair and bright green eyes added to the other God given gifts my parents passed to me. When it comes to humility, I'm tops. Just kidding.
After leaving the early evening beach, or instead of it, I go to the same kind of beach I used to use in New York in Spring and Fall, Tar Beach, a.k.a. the roof. Luckily, there is a large, tin covered section that isn't oozing with tar. So, four stories above the not-so-busy street, I setup my binoculars, cooler and thick towels. When I checked the roof door, it was locked and the doorstop was nowhere to be seen. I leaned over the walled-in edge and watched the people so far below. It wasn't long before I saw a lean, muscular guy wearing just a small swimsuit who seemed my type. As he approached, I hollered down louder and louder. I took off my top and waved it frantically, like a distress flag and finally caught his eye. "HELP! HELP ME! Can you hear me? Yes, you. I'm locked out and stuck on the roof. Please, PLEASE come up here and unlock the door."
"Uhhh, sure, uhh which entry?"
"I'm on the West side so follow the signs. Ummm, the elevator's not working, sorry." I stuffed the tiny top into the cooler's ice pockets and waited patiently for my champion to rescue me. Several minutes later, I heard the metal-clad, red fire door creak open. The stranger craned his head around the door before stepping fully before it. "OH, my hero! Thank you so much..."
With one arm across my pendulous tits, carelessly allowing them to peek and swing around it, I charged him. Before he could react, I over exuberantly leapt on him and wrapped my legs around his waist, above his tiny red Speedo. Since my arms went around his neck to hold me up, my big, bare tits were pressed against his warm, chiseled naked chest. He slammed back against the red door from the force of my charge. I briefly kissed his cheeks several times in feigned relief and gave him a loud 'smmmmack' on the lips before it dawned on him that we'd just closed our exit door.