Sandras Summer Ch 02

Author's Note: In Chapter 1, Sandra tried to seduce her best friend's uncle, who was nearly twice her age. She managed to get him all alone and herself fully naked. After someone almost walked in on them, Michael made a hasty retreat. Sandra is not giving up yet!

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"Where were you?" Michelle asked. Sandra plopped down on the beach blanket next to her friend. She looked down the line of beach chairs nearby, and spied Michelle's uncle three chairs down.

"Oh, just taking care of some unfinished business." Sandra caught a slight smile on Michael's face. She wondered if he knew what she had done after he left the tent.

"Let's go for a swim," Michelle got to her feet. "I've been sitting in this sun all morning. I'm roasting!"

"You go ahead," Sandra suggested. "I'm not quite ready to get wet again."

"Again? You just got here. You haven't been wet once!"

Michael coughed, and then stood up. "I could use a swim. Let's go, 'lil niece."

Sandra watched the pair saunter down to the waves. Michael said something that made Michelle laugh, and then she tried to punch him in the arm. Michael ducked out of the way, and then charged back at her. He scooped her up effortlessly and flung her over one shoulder. Michelle let out a shrill scream and started beating her fists against Michael's back. He jogged down to the water. Michael was waist deep when he lifted Michelle off his shoulder and flung her into the chilly Atlantic waters.

Michelle came up wiping her eyes, sputtering and laughing. She started splashing her uncle with water. He dove into the next wave and surfaced several yards behind her. Michelle swam out toward him, past the breakers. Sandra watched them swim for a while, then rolled on to her back. It was time for some sun.

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"Mom, I'm hungry," one of Michelle's younger cousins whined.

"Me, too," chimed another rug-rat.

It wasn't quite noon yet, but it was getting close.

"Go wash that sand off your hands, then come back for a granola bar," one of the moms replied, without lifting her nose from the book she was reading. It was Michael's wife. Sandra looked at her and thought the woman could be attractive, if she only tried. She rarely wore make-up, and when she did it was done terribly. She'd let her body go after their second child. Sandra couldn't see what Michael saw in her.

"I have to go to the cottage, Babs," Michael said, tugging on a T-shirt and slipping his feet into a pair of sandals. "Want me to bring back some sandwiches for the kids?"

Babs. Sandra hated that name.

"That'd be nice," she still didn't lift her nose from the book. "Make some Peanut Butter and Jelly. Do you girls want anything?"

"I haven't had a PB and J in forever," Sandra exclaimed. "That sounds real good."

"Make that four," Michelle gave a thumbs up without even lifting her head from the towel.

"Might as well make a picnic basket," Barbara suggested. "Julie and Kevin will be back from their walk soon, and my parents will be driving in any minute. The boys will be back from golfing soon, too."

Michael left for the cottage, and Sandra lay back on her towel. 'Julie and Kevin are walking on the beach,' she thought to herself. 'The rest of the adults are out golfing, there's no one at the cottage. Just Michael.'

Sandra lifted her head, and looked over to her friend. Michelle was napping, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and slow. Sandra turned toward Mrs. Peters. Her nose was still stuck in that book.

"I have to go to the bathroom, Mrs. Peters," Sandra grabbed her sunglasses and rose to her feet. "If Michelle is looking for me, tell her I'll be back soon."

Mrs. Peters only grunted. The exact sound, Sandra thought, that a pig might make when it's hungry.

Sandra made her way quickly back to the cottage.

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When Sandra walked in, Michael was starring rather helplessly at the kitchen counter. There were two finished peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and one half-finished one. Michael had the unfinished sandwich in one hand, a knife in the other, and had the cutest "now what?" look on his face.

"What's up, sugar plum?" Sandra said, sliding up next to him.

"I used the last of the bread, we're all out." Michael tried not to notice the scantily clad girl at his side, and instead started rummaging through the overhead cupboard.

"Use these," Sandra suggested, reaching up into the cupboard and pulling down a bag full of hot dog rolls.

"Hot dog rolls?"

"Oh, yes, they're wicked!"

Sandra tugged off the twisty, and pulled a hot dog roll from the bag. She grabbed the knife from Michael's hand, allowing her breast to brush against his bicep in the process. Michael pretended not to notice.

"I used to make these all the time, even when we had regular bread," Sandra scooped some peanut butter from jar. She opened the hot dog roll with her thumb and forefinger, and then spread the peanut butter thickly down the inside. Then she scooped out some grape jelly, and spread it on top of the peanut butter.

"Bite?" Sandra offered out the first nibble to Michael. He looked at her for the first time. Her face was beautiful, youthful and smooth. Her big brown eyes just pulled him in, and before he knew it, he was leaning over to take a bit from the sandwich. She was smiling when he opened his eyes.

"Hey, that's good," he said, around a mouthful of food. "That's really good!"

Michael grabbed another hot dog roll, and started making another sandwich just like it. Sandra turned about and hoped up onto the counter. Sitting on the counter top made her taller, almost taller than him. Michael couldn't help but notice her wonderfully tan body, the curves of her youth, and the way her hair just cascaded down her front. His mind flashed to visions of this girl, naked before him, in the tent earlier that morning. He felt a stirring between his legs.

"I love peanut butter," Sandra stuck a finger into the jar and scooped some onto her finger. Michael watched as she brought the finger to her lips. Her tongue flicked out to taste a small amount. "Mmmm!"

Their eyes met, and Sandra saw that he was enthralled with her. His eyes were twinkling blue; she wanted to stare into them forever. His eyes glanced to the rest of the peanut butter, still thick on her finger. She lowered her hands slowly, so as not to break the spell. She peeled aside the fabric of her bikini top, and one ample breast sprung free.

Sandra covered the exposed nipple with peanut butter, watching Michael's face intensely. His eyes never wavered. She spread the peanut butter around her sensitive aureole. Michael licked his lips, and took one step closer.

Sandra dipped two fingers into the jelly jar. They came up with a nice glob of sweet-smelling, grape jelly. She pulled the other side of her bikini down, and spread the sticky goodness all across the surface of that bosom. Some of the jelly fell down onto her thighs, but most of it stayed in place.

"Try this PB and J," she whispered. Michael's eyes were transfixed on her breasts, one covered with peanut butter, the other with jelly. Sandra reached one hand behind his neck, and slowly coaxed him closer. She could feel his breath on her chest.

"Taste," she said, pulling him closer.

His mouth took in her left breast, the one covered with peanut butter. Sandra closed her eyes as she felt his tongue roll across her nipple.

"Yessssss," she sighed.

He suckled at her tit, licking all of the creamy peanut butter from her skin. He squeezed her flesh with one hand, and bit down on her nipple softly. Sandra inhaled sharply. Michael then licked at her tenderly. Sandra turned her body, and he found her grape-covered nipple in his mouth.

"Oh, this is yummy," Sandra whispered in his ear. Michael licked, nibbled and gobbled up all of the grape jelly, until her skin was bare. As she looked down from her perch, Sandra couldn't help but notice that Michael was quite aroused now. This was more than evident from the bulge in his swim trunks.

"Pardon me a moment," Sandra pushed Michael back slightly, and then jumped down from the counter. "This looks even yummier."

Sandra dropped to her knees, her head just inches from the bulging front of Michael's bathing suit. She looked up into his brilliant, light blue eyes. His face was expressionless, chiseled stone as she pulled the waist band of his swim suit down with both hands. She had to tug the front of the suit out, so that it didn't get stuck on Michael's cock. With a final yank, she pulled the garment all the way down. Michael's rod was thick, erect and heavy before her eyes.

'Oh my," Sandra said, admiring the tool. "All for me?"

Sandra looked up at Michael with a mischievous grin, then reached over the counter and grabbed the peanut butter and jelly jars in each hand. She placed both down by Michael's feet.

"I don't know why, but peanut butter always seems like it should go on first," she scooped a large quantity of peanut butter on one finger. Lifting Michael's cock, Sandra smeared the peanut butter all along his shaft, starting near the base and then stroking upward in a long, slow motion. She swirled her finger around at the top of his penis, coating the head with the creamy mixture.

Sandra then dipped her finger in the other jar, swiping some grape jelly out, and swirling it around the tip and sides of Michael's cock. He was getting harder as she fondled the mixture on his rod, and Sandra knew he was in agony over what was soon to come. She would not disappoint.

Sandra lifted Michael's cock with one hand, pressing it flat against his belly. She looked up into his eyes, and brought her face very close. Sticking out her tongue, she flicked at the peanut butter at the base of his shaft.

"Choosy lovers choose Jiff," Sandra said, giving her own twist to the television ad jingle. And then she licked slowly, from the base of Michael's cock, all the way up the length of his shaft. Michael could see her mouth filling with the cremey peanut butter as she licked him clean. When she got to the top of his cock, she turned her head to the side, and licked all the way back down to the base. Michael shivered; it was the most exquisite sensation he had ever felt.

Sandra was working her way up the length of his cock again slowly, enjoying his reaction. This time, when she got to the tip, she opened her mouth and took his cock inside. There were smears of purple jelly and brown peanut butter along her chin, cheeks and nose, but she didn't try to clear them. Her only attention was on Michael's cock.

Michael watched as she took him into her mouth, deeper and deeper. And then she swallowed, and he went even deeper into her throat.

"Jesus." Michael exclaimed, gripping the counter top tightly with both hands. He had never felt anything like this.

Sandra started to bob her head back and forth on his cock. There were sweet smells of peanut butter and jelly as her hand started to stroke him in rhythm with the sucking motions of her mouth. She began to pump him faster, making slurping noises as she sucked hard and fast on his cock.

Sandra felt Michael's leg muscles tighten, his body convulse, and then he gripped the back of her head and exploded in her mouth! He cried out as his sweet cum filled her mouth, mixing with the peanut butter and jelly. She savored it all with one swallow and then slowed the pumping motions of her hand.

"That was the sweetest PB and J that I have ever tasted," she slurped up more cum dribbling for his cock.

Michael, spent, could only hold on to the counter top with both hands. His body shook, he couldn't speak. Sandra stood up, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. The kiss started out slow, but Michael found himself returning the kiss. Sandra lifted his t-shirt and broke the kiss only long enough to pull the shirt over his head. Their mouths crushed against each other with hot, fiery passion.

Sandra's nipples were hard against his muscled chest, and she ground her hips against his. Both of their faces were smeared with the lunch time concoction, and their tongues danced within each other's mouth. Sandra wanted to work him back to firmness, so that she could ...

... car tires crunched on the gravel driveway outside the kitchen window. The two of them, he completely naked, she almost entirely so, froze at the sound of a car pulling up next to the house. The other men were back from their morning golf trip.

"I'm getting really annoyed with all these interruptions," Sandra told him, eye to eye.

"Frankly, so am I," Michael agreed.

Sandra spanked Michael's bare rump, leaving a big smear of grape jelly there. "Better pull your shorts up, sweet cheeks, they'll be up the back stairs in no time." And then she was gone, running down the hall toward the front door, pulling herself back into her bikini top. Michael had just finished pulling up his swim suit, when his brother George came in through the back door.

"What happened to you?" George asked, taking in the discard t-shirt on the floor, and the peanut butter and jelly that was stained all around Michael's mouth, down some of his bare chest, on the floors, on the counter tops ... everywhere. "Did you lose a fight with Mr. Peanut?"