"I gotta tell ya about my trip last weekend." I say as Sandy and I begin our stroll down the deserted Lake Michigan beach. It is a very warm fall afternoon. We are in our summer shorts and our shoes are back in the car. The sun still has enough power to warm our skin nicely.
"You told me that you went going out East somewhere." Sandy mentions and grabs my hand, pulling me in closely to her as we walk.
"Yeah, I went to visit someone I met on the Internet." I peek at Sandy from the corner of my eye, looking for her reaction. "Uh... I kind of have a rule about meeting for real the people who I e-mail with, but this was an exception."
"Really!" Sandy quickly stops walking and pulls me to a stop. Her long auburn hair shines in the sun. She had unbuttoned her shirt all the way down when I was not looking and my eyes fall onto the path of freckled skin running down the center of her torso. I make a mental note to play "Connect the Freckles" with my tongue when we find a nice spot to stop. "That's dangerous!"
We begin walking again. "We've been e-mailing back and forth since early July." Sandy's shirt, blowing in the wind, moves off her left breast. Her nipple is hard and is sticking out seductively. I feel my pussy begin to form its familiar wetness. I reach behind me and pull two beers out of my backpack and hand one to Sandy. "Her name is Rachel." Sandy rubs the cold beer can across both of her nipples before opening it. She has very large light pink areolas and her hard nipples, now wet from the can, are sticking out almost an inch. I begin having trouble keeping my train of thought.
"So this girl, ah... Rachel, who you've been writing to for only a couple of months, gets you to fly all the way out East to see her?"
"No, no, it's more than that. You see, I'd told her about me and how I like the ladies..." Sandy smiles at me and squeezes my hand. "...so, I guess I kind of gave her ideas. She had told me about how she sometimes pretends that it's me that's lickin' her pussy, and about how she's been wanting to try it herself sometime for real."
"I take it that it's her old man going down on her when she's fantasizing about you. Does he know that she's doing that? I'd be pissed!"
"He knows that she's thinking about tryin' a woman, but I don't think he knows that she's thinking about someone else when he's do'n her. Anyway... so she looks in the newspaper and finds a personal from this lady who wants to try it for the first time too! So she calls and they meet for lunch! Shit! I thought she was nuts! But it turns out that this lady's clean and nice lookin' and only just curious... just like her."
"I know! I know!" Sandy stops quickly and jerks me around, pulling me close. "They run back to her house, get naked, and start like this..." Sandy moves her mouth in and our lips wetly touch. The tip of my tongue feels her tongue inch between my teeth as an erotic groan comes from her nose. Her tongue lightly dances around the tip of my tongue for a moment. I begin reaching for one of her breasts, but she breaks the kiss off as abruptly as she had started it and gives me a wicked teasing smile. "And then her old man comes home, and they're busted! Ha!"
"That's silly!" I laugh, and we begin to walk down the beach again. My crotch feels really wet now. "She wrote me about it and told me that she was scared because she's afraid that she won't know how to do it."
"What does she mean by that? It's not like her equipment's complicated to use or anything!"
"I think she was just getting cold feet or was afraid she'd get stage fright, or something. She said that it would be better if I was there! So I called and got a flight at the last minute, e-mailed her that I was coming, and went right to the airport. A cab dropped me off at her house at about the time the lady was due to arrive."
"Wait a minute!" Sandy interrupts. "You just hopped on a plane and went right to her house, and you didn't even know if it was actually cool with her?"
"Yeah, I guess so. It was an impulse, but it turned out just great. Rachel met me at the door before I could, even ring the bell! She hurried me in and she was, like, real hyper. I got her calmed down somehow. She told me that the lady was gonna be there any minute and she didn't know what she was going to do when she got there."
"Where was her husband during all this?"
"Oh, he was out. He came around a little later. I found out later that he knew about the date and wanted her to have fun with it alone for a while, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Now, Rachel's a nice look'n girl, about middle twenties I think... Kind of short and slim, brown eyes and hair, and nice big boobs! The lady that came was older was, like, mid-thirties or so. Her name's Dawn...a little taller than Rachel, real long thick black hair and eyebrows."
"Long thick black eyebrows? What does she have to do, comb them so they ain't covering her eyes?"
"No, silly. But they're just like Brook Shield's brows, and really hairy arms, pits, and bush! Made her look real sexy!"
"Yuck! Hairy pits? Yuck! Hairy legs too?"
"No, and she had just shaved them too. They felt real smooth. Her skin was kind of pale, considering it was just summer. I mean, no tan lines or anything."
"Maybe she doesn't get out much."
"Don't know. She didn't really talk about herself, but she's very pretty! Real piercing sky blue eyes too, and kind of skinny and little boobs with real dark tits."
"Like these?" Sandy says, pulling open both parts of her shirt to the side and shakes her large breasts back and forth at me.
"No!" My eyes take in her exposed body with large firm freckled boobs with big light pink tits. I drop my empty beer can to the sand and Sandy jumps a bit when I put my cold hand on her left breast. "I said she was small..." I gently squeeze. "...you're big. And her tits are dark..." I carefully pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "These don't have much color, almost clear." I roll her tit between my fingers.
"You like my twins, Anne? Mmmm..."
