Early June
There's a big party at your colleague's house on Martha's Vineyard. You and your wife are staying in a near by inn. The two of you enter wearing your khaki best, bearing a bucket of clams you pried form the sand that morning. You present it to the host who laughs, gratefully accepts your gift and introduces you to his cousin, in for the weekend - Me, dressed 100% LA in a mini skirt, heels and a very too small bikini top. That top just barely covers my areolas – that's about all it's good for. We recognize each other, you and I. I cast you a smirky sideways glance as I take your clam bucket from my cousin and nod a polite hello to your wife. I take the bucket to the kitchen - guess I'm shucking clams tonight - . Your wife notices that you're flushed and asks if you're ok. You dismiss her concern. My cousin shows you in and offers you a drink. You and your wife both request gin & tonic but I come in with one for her and a dry martini for you. She looks at me funny - like how did I know your other favorite drink?
"He just looked like he needed one," I say, laughing, then I wink and go back to the kitchen.
You're flustered, already getting kind of hard from seeing me in that outfit. Your wife takes a mental note and asks my cousin where I went to school - turns out she and I were at Wellesley at the same time – she knows who I am - not a lot of black women at Wellesley. You groan and sit down. Lucky for you, she found someone she knew from Choat and leaves you alone.
You down your drink and breathe a sigh of relief. Now it's time for you to find me - and you do, in the kitchen chasing the last lobster across the room and into the pot. I'm bent over and my tits are bulging out of my bikini top, jiggling as I go, my ass is in the air and you see that I'm wearing nothing underneath that little skirt. My naked, freshly Brazilian waxed pussy winks at you. You're unraveled. What if Janice catches you in here at all?
You decide to help me chase the lobster, there's an excuse: damsel in distress. So, you get on all 4's and crawl around the kitchen with me. Finally, you catch it. Your hand is on the lobster and I'm hovered over you with my tits swaying in your face, close to your face, you can smell me, sunscreen, sweat & seafood - New England summer. You can't hide what's happening in your shorts. Hmm, tented madras...
"Nice to see you," you say, awkward, flushed, panting a bit.
Taking the lobster, I lean forward, whispering, "nice to see you too" into your ear. I stand, you're still on the floor. You can see right up my little skirt, see my pussy. You salivate. I step forward, spreading my legs and standing right over you. I toss the unfortunate crustacean into the pot and stand still so that your head is under my skirt. You look up, breathe in the scent of my readiness, reach with your hand toward my clit and touch it lightly - you can't help yourself. You tell me it's pretty. You stroke it, fascinated, watching it moisten. Then you slip in a finger - you're surprised at how tight it is - so tight! You work in another one and rise to your knees. You move your fingers around inside me as best you can as my twat clenches your digits to near immobility. With your eager tongue, you lick my clit, tasting me - it feels very good. You feel me slicken around your fingers, under your tongue. You suck my puffy clit 'till it stands out from my folds, you lick it, suck it, pull it with your teeth, then release it and tell me how pretty it is, then you lick and suck some mere. Oh My!. Your tongue is fiery and fast, soft and dare I say, eloquent in my labia.
Keeping your 2 fingers inside me, you stand up , sliding you free hand up my body along my bare flat belly, to my heavy breasts. You kneed one and slide it free from the top. You set to sucking it, teasing my stiff nipple with your tongue. Mmmm, God! You move your fingers in and out of my wetness, pinch my clit. Then you release the other boob, feel the weight, suck on that, harder, Harder! Yes. I feel it with my clit. It's like they're the same thing. oh! oh! mmm oh! My legs are shaking. You pause, watching me tremble under your hands, then you kiss me, long and slow, tongues twisting while you're fucking me with you hand. I've melted entirely. You back me up into the kitchen table where You sit me at the prefect height for your cock. I unbutton your shorts and look into your eyes.
"Nice to see you," I say pulling out your glorious dick. It looks fantastic, so big and full and throbbing and pointing right at me ready to go. You enter me, finally. I'm so wet and tight you shiver form the sensation of my walls pressing around you. Oh god! You feel so good. Your cock may be the single greatest physical sensation I've ever experienced. I stifle a loud moan. Wow! We move rhythmically with each other, my legs around your waist, hips grinding together, dancing. Wow. You can't stand it any longer and you lay me back on the table, throw my legs up around your neck and just fuck me hard. I like it. I demand more.
Maybe it's the thought of being discovered by your wife, my cousin and 50 colleagues, I don't know, but you are doing me raw and I'm trying not to scream from the thrill. The table is creaking beneath us as you drive your cock into my slick little hole. All I want is more. You cum hot and hard inside me. I scream and fall off the table, drippy with your love goo. Woo! You wipe me up and we get ourselves together just as your wife comes in to see what the noise is and if anyone's hurt. You tell her about the lobster and she leaves the room in disbelief. You tell me that you have to be careful...
It's well after midnight now. I'm sitting on a blanket on my cousin's private piece of beach. I'm wearing a little, thin, white sundress, nothing more. The air is a little chilly, the island, quiet and I'm wondering where you are. It's dark and you can see a figure in white passing back and forth, breeze rippling the dress. You know it's me. You've got a bottle of Pino Noir (which we've been drinking long before the movie Sideways!) 2 glasses, strawberries & whipped cream in a plastic grocery bag. It rustles in the wind but it sounds no different than the grasses and reeds blowing. I can't see. I hear a slight clink when you set bag on the blanket. Before I can react to the sound you've embraced me around my waist from behind. You've picked me up, spun me around and lustfully lain me down on the blanket, covering me with your body. You kiss me passionately. I'm already lost.
We're secluded so no one can barge in. The sexual tension built up from the day flows through you and into your kisses. You've got me hot, wet and ready just from the kissing! Oh, you're so good! You're so over come with your new found freedom and my nakedness, that you forget the refreshments you brought and run your hand up my soft supple leg right to my hairless pussy - you feel me ready - you cant believe it and you kiss me more to increase it. And then we, oh! You can't stand it, you have to slide a finger in, I clench it , you can't believe that I'm still so tight after all the sex we've had today. You shudder with excitement. Our tongues dance. I suck your tongue into my mouth like it's your dick. You feel it in your pants, I feel it on my thigh - oh my! You're delicious!
You reach into the bag and pull out a strawberry. You run it along my lips but pull it away when I try to bite it. You're teasing my mouth with it. You put it in your mouth and keep teasing me with the end of it - You're getting me so hot!. You still have a finger inside me and you can feel my slick inner walls close in on it, you move it in and out, teasing me in 2 ways and I'm going crazy! Finally, you hold the berry still and let me eat it from your mouth, we both kind of eat it at the same time – so sensuous! God, I want you! You take your finger out of my pussy, I spread my legs as if I'm asking for you to put it back. I moan in need.
