We made it to the lake unseen.
Once there and safe, I was able to slap on some false bravado and feel disappointed that no one had spotted us. Truth be told, I was turned on and terrified someone would cross our path.
Had I been just topless, it wouldn't have been a big deal...and no I'm not making a small tits joke.
Kevin and I had been naked in front of strangers before. He was the more hardcore nudie than I was, but I do like showing off a bit. The way I've handled it in the past, should my beautiful, petite boobs offend someone, was going into the whole personal freedom, "Free the Nipple" rant and I've been left alone.
But walking topless, barefoot, in a pair of pee stained pants with Kevin sauce drying on my belly, I know I looked more crazy than carefree.
The beach looked deserted, so once we got there we stripped down and made our way, hand in hand towards the water.
Kevin's cock wasn't hard, but it definitely wasn't soft either. It was in that, in between area, thick, long and kind of hard, jutting out in front of him, bouncing with each step he took. I loved that way it bobbed around when he walked around the house like that.
It made me think of another time we were on vacation.
"You really want to do this?" I asked as Kevin pulled into the parking lot.
"If it gets you to give up your butt, absolutely."
Off and on over the years, Kevin had expressed an interest in, putting it indelicately, fucking his poor little wife, me, in the butt...Not that I blame him, I have a great butt. Years of gymnastics gave me a strong, yet feminine butt. My butt loves attention too. Massage my bum, finger or tongue me back there and I am in heaven. Slide a hard dick between my cheeks and I'll do anything you ask, except put a big, thick hard cock inside me.
So why am I being so prudish about anal sex? Well I'm really not. I have massaged and played with my share of butts over the years, both men's and women's. I've had my fingers and tongue "all up in there, quite a few times", once again both men and women and I've even humped myself to quite a few orgasms on butt cheeks. Men only, I've never done that with a woman. I guess I'm going to have to up my game.
As you see, I don't have an aversion to butts and butt stuff, my fear is a "short girl" based problem. My legs, while fantastic to look at, are short. There is usually a height difference between me and well, everyone. Most of the time, it doesn't cause a problem, except then a guy is taking me from behind. Over the years, starting from the night I lost my virginity, I've lost count on how many times I've been stabbed, right in the butthole, by a hard dick. It has varied from the uncomfortable, when a guy thinks his aimed at my pussy and starts to push himself where he's not wanted. Or the sly guy who thinks he can slide it in without me noticing and I'll be okay with it...To rambunctious doggy style where he slips out, tries to slam it back in my pussy quick and misses....There's a big "ouch" for you!
Guys that line up wrong, get gently told that he's not allowed in that playground.
The doggy style guys get a pass and as soon as I stop crying from the pain, they're welcome to play in the correct playground again. I don't hold it against them. In my book, you don't go doggy style and expect to be "made love to". If I'm on my knees and my face is buried in the pillow, I expect you fuck me. Hard, fast and deep! So the occasional butthole stab is a calculated risk.
The sly guy gets shown the door. Game over! Disrespect my butthole and you're disrespecting me. No pussy for you!
Kevin had never shown my butt the slightest disrespect. The man worshipped it! One of my favorite things in the world is me on my hands and knees, while Kevin was behind me, planting kisses on my lower back, then moving to my cheeks, squeezing, licking and kissing them. He works his way down the back of my thighs, first grazing the tip of his tongue over the fine hairs on my legs (I'm a shave to the knees girl) gradually adding pressure until I started to squirm. He kisses his way up, teasing his tongue over the hairs that surrounded my anus...Yes I admit it, I have a hairy butthole. He will flick and lick with his tongue pushing it further and further inside of me.
When my moans reach an acceptable level, he slides his tongue down to my now soaking wet pussy. I love that wonderful feeling as his tongue parts my lips, dipping slightly inside of me, before travelling to my rock hard little clit.
Kevin will alternate, licking and nibbling on my clit, sliding his tongue deep into my pussy then rimming and licking my butt, bringing me right to the edge of climaxing then backing off, leaving me wanting.
When I've had enough teasing and want to finally climax, I will reach back with my hand. Kevin will lick and suck my middle finger. Once it's nice and wet, I slowly ease it into my equally wet hole. He moves down and concentrates on my clit while I concentrate on fingering my bum hole.
It never fails to bring me to a soul shattering climax.
He/we'd just done that exact thing, when he climbed on top of me and started rubbing his incredibly hard erection between my cheeks.
I was relaxed. I knew he would never do the sneaky guy route on me. I also knew he loved sliding his cock between my cheeks....I'm not big enough, up top, to give him a tit-job but my butt sure as hell is thick enough to give him an ass-job.
"Tonight?" he asked.
"Nope," I told him... it was my standard answer.
"Come on baby," he taunted. "You know you want it..."
"Nope."
"Please?" he continued. "All the cool girls are doing it."
"Okay, that was funny," I laughed. "I'll tell you what: You first. I'll give up my butt right after you give yours up to me."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yep," I nodded. "I think I'd feel more at ease, if you had an idea of what it was like."
No way he was going to go for that....I thought.
"Get dressed," he said, with a light slap on my ass.
He was off the bed and in his shorts, before I had time to react.
"Really?" I asked, getting up.
His t-shirt was on and he was digging in the night stand for the phone book.
"I found a place," he announced.
"How did you find it?" I asked. "Under R for Rubber dick store?"
"It's called 'The Toy Boxx'" he told me. "With two xx's. Their ad says marital aides, arcades and keys made while you wait."
"One stop shopping," I laughed. "Let's go."
It didn't take me long to pull the sundress I'd worn earlier over my head and step into my sandals.
Yeah, I was wearing shoes to a place like that. Not that someone a virtuous me, would ever know what the inside of one of those shops was like that....except for that one time my college roommate and went into one....but that's a story for another time.
The embarrassed desk clerk told us the place was only ten minutes away and we were off.
Walking in, I was totally shocked. The place was really nice. It was clean, well lit and very organized. It was a far cry from the place near my college...from what I remembered about that night.
We wandered around the store, taking it all in.
"What can I help you two with today?" a woman's voice broke the silence.
I turned around and received the shock of the day. The woman looked like Aunt Bea from the Andy Griffith show. All she needed was an apron and a tray of cookies.
"We're...um," I started. I felt like I was about to ask my Grandmother for a dildo. "We're looking for a strap on."
"You lose a bet?" she asked Kevin.
I liked this woman.
"More a dare," he answered. "But you're on the right track."
"Well, the dildos are on the wall over there," she said as she gestured to her right. "Go ahead and pick one, then will get the little lady fitted with the harness."
"How about this one?", Kevin asked handing the package to me.
I have to admit, I was mildly surprised at the size of the dildo he handed me. The package said it was 8" long, about an inch longer than Kevin and easily just as thick as him.
I was expecting him to pick something a little thinner.
"You sure about that?" I asked, wrapping my hand around the big rubber cock.
"Fair is fair."
"It's even purple," I laughed.
Purple was my favorite color.
"Ambitious choice," the woman said as we handed her the package.
I had options for the harness. There were some nylon ones that reminded me of mountain climbing rigs and some expensive ones made of leather.
I decided on a very pricy, special harness. It belted around my waist and legs, with a buttery soft strip that went between my legs. She explained that once the dildo was positioned, it would make the harness rub me with every movement.
I had to have it!
We went back up front; she suggested we get a bottle of lube, reminding me there was no such thing as too much lube.
