This is my entry into the 2021 Summer Lovin' Erotic Story Contest. It involves swapping, group sex, some female on female sex, and other hot stuff, all in an RV resort. Thank you for taking the time to read it and vote. Please read the other great author's stories too.
As usual, thank you to Eva_Adams and Redhaired Wonder Woman for their beta-reads and proofing.
Please enjoy.
One night in a long lifetime of nights should not define a lifetime. Yet sometimes it does.
Amber:
We stood on the beach as the tide went out, my arms wrapped tightly around her enthralling body, watching the sunset together.
"I read somewhere that a sunset is the sun's fiery kiss to the night."
"Hmm, I like that," she said as she snuggled closer into my chest. "I love watching the sun go down. And I especially love to watch it when I can get up here to the Central Coast because sunsets are always so beautiful. There is something about the clouds and the evening fog that sets the sky on fire."
She turned into me, stood on her toes and kissed me, softly at first and then turning more needy and intimate, pressing her substantial chest into mine.
Leaning back in my arms she said, " But they also make me sad."
"Sad? A sunset?"
"They're so beautiful, but so bittersweet because they are fleeting, like childhood and love."
She looked wistful for a while, and then she kissed me again harder.
My hands roamed down to the tight, cutoffs covering her ass and started to caress her firm cheeks. And speaking of firm, the kiss and her ass started to make my hardon's presence known. Still on her tiptoes, she seductively started to grind her pelvis into mine, dry-humping me like teenagers at a prom as she snaked her tongue into my mouth with serious passion and desire.
Before long, the shirt that had been playfully tied under her boobs had come undone along with the front snap bra and Amber's youthful, large breasts and pink nipples like ripe cherries were exposed to the moonlight and in my hands.
We made out some more until I broke and twirled her around on her toes back to facing the sea and the now, the moon.
The nearly full moon was reflecting its light off of the waves. I could see the reflections dancing upon the alabaster skin of Amber's boobs. The freckles flirting across the top of them emerging from the soft curves of her sides as the moon's reflections danced upon them.
I pointed out to the sea.
"Look. Have you ever seen the ocean glow blue before?"
She shook her head wondering at the fluorescence
"It's bioluminescence. Caused by the so-called "red tide." Plankton gets stirred up and gives us this natural wonder. Look at it. The ocean is putting on a lightshow for us, glowing blue with the natural shifting of the tides and the white surf, and the moon dancing across it like Misty Copeland on the stage of The American Ballet."
"Look, you can see its glow and it dancing on your chest."
"That's the most wonderful thing I have ever seen after you," she said as she spun around to grab my head and kiss me some more.
"Will you take me into your rig and fuck me already?"
I didn't have to be asked twice.
We stood inside my RV. We had met at a rally. Amber had ridden up as a "plus one" since she was newly divorced and her friends thought she needed to have some fun.
She chose me for that task.
I was up for it.
"May I have another glass of wine?"
I poured it. A very nice Pinot from a winery in the local area. She slugged it down, grabbed my hand to the bedroom flopped upon the bed and said, "Andy, I haven't made love in nearly three years. I am still a young woman. I want you to fuck me and I want it now."
She looked up at me starting to cry.
"It has been so long. Please, I need it."
I looked down at her on my RV's double bed. Her long, wavy red hair flowing across it. Her luscious C-cup breasts splayed on the sides of her chest. I smiled. Natural for a change.
Her ivory skin and freckles framing the firm globes sporting taunt, erect nipples surrounded by now excited salmon colored, small areolas. There was a delicious butterfly tattoo on the inside of her left tit. Just high enough that with the right neckline, it might be seen.
I pulled off her cutoffs to discover a perfect pussy. Pink, ready, not too fleshy, and completely bare except for the tuft of ginger right at the top to remind that she was indeed a natural redhead.
And another tattoo, inner right thigh. A flight of butterflies going up to the Promised Land.
I stood at the end of the bed and slipped off my clothes. My hardon slapping against my belly as I did.
"Oww, I'm a lucky girl! Looks like I hit the jackpot tonight!!!!!"
I was going to ignore it, but said, "Thanks," and I laid down to kiss her and makeout.
Her kisses were delicious, her breasts were perfection, and my hand traveled down to her already soaking pussy.
She took my head in her hands as she kissed me.
"Please eat and make me cum."
I didn't need to be asked twice. I slowly traced my way down to her pussy. It demanded my attention.
I was happy to provide it.
In my book, all women's pussies are delicious. All. And, all redhead's pussy's are not only delicious, but there is a special sweetness to a redheaded pussy.
A redheaded pussy was pungent yet sweet, acidic but alluring. The smell of a warm summer's day on the bayou with the sweet Magnolias blending in with the water's salty, fishy, smell that you love so much and you are drawn to.
It's primal.
