After nearly 30 years of marriage, my wife and I decided to downsize. Both of our kids, Sarah and Max, were out of college and on their own. Anyone who has ever moved knows what a pain in the ass it is. There was more than two decades of crap/stuff to go through. We were nearing the end of going through boxes in the basement -- you know the ones -- the ones you never unpacked from the prior move.
"Jake's stuff" (that's me) was all it said on the side of the box. I cut the tape that sealed the box and opened a container of memories. School yearbooks, ticket stubs from games and concerts, and a scrapbook.
"Holy Shit", I said aloud. My kids wouldn't even know what a scrapbook was. My parents had put it together to commemorate by days playing baseball. From Little League to high school to summer travel leagues and to college.
The memories came flooding back. Those were great times, plus I had more and darker hair on my head, to boot. I was three-quarters of the way through when I turned the page and my mouth dropped open.
There she was, Kelly Porter; the love of my life. Or, so I thought at the time. I stared at the picture of her that accompanied the local newspaper article. The photo was a copy of her high school graduation picture. Her face framed by that long dark, big 1980's hair. Her green eyes jumped off the page as did her full lips.
Kelly and her family moved to town when we were in the fifth grade. It was just when I started to notice girls and she was as cute as can be. In the seventh grade, we had started hanging out together and with our mutual friends. We started dating as freshmen in high school and took each other's virginity as juniors. Senior year was the best. Kelly was the number one female singles tennis player in the state. She earned a full-ride to college on the west coast and I had partial baseball scholarship to our state school. We knew the next four years would be tough, but we promised each other to live in the moment. We had the rest of our lives to be together.
We went to prom in May and it was an incredible experience. Well, the after-prom time was an incredible experience. A bunch of us rented a place down the shore for overnight and the weekend. Kelly and I would have preferred more privacy, but none of us could have afforded a place by ourselves. In fact, we got a discount from someone's uncle or something in order to be able the place we stayed. It's too many years ago to remember.
We exited the prom before Midnight and "limo'd" to the shore. Kelly and I changed into shorts and t-shirts and took a barefoot walk on the empty, attached private beach. It was a perfect night. A full moon illuminated the ocean and the sky was full of stars. I carried a blanket and bottle of champagne with us so we could have some alone time. As we got about 100 yards from the house, Kelly suddenly stopped and grinned mischievously.
"What's up?"
"More like down," she said and pushed me backwards into small dune.
"What the hell...," I said and started to get back up.
Kelly put up her hand as a stop sign and said, "Don't move."
She then proceeded to do a slow striptease. She swayed to some imaginary music in her head and removed her t-shirt. She turned her back to me and reached back to unclasp her black lace bra. She turned back towards me and threw it me.
Next, she pulled her shorts down slowly and kicked them away. Kelly once again turned her back to me, revealing the thin black thong that was the only thing separating her gorgeous ass cheeks. Looking back at me, she bent over and slowly pulled the thong down her legs, revealing her clearly wet pussy.
She let the thong dropped to her ankles and seductively removed it from her legs. She tossed this too, right into my face. I grinned from ear to ear as she stood before me, her gorgeous, athletic body bathed in the light of the moon. She looked perfect.
"Take off your clothes," she command
.
"Yes, ma'am," I said with a mock salute.
I quickly removed my shirt, shorts, and precum-stained boxers.
"Now eat me," she demanded and forced me further down into the sand, straddling my mouth with her dampness. I grabbed her ass and began kissing and tonguing her inner thighs, teasing her for several minutes until I finally plunged my tongue inside of her. She let out a squeal and grabbed the back of my head. I furiously went to work on her outer lips and played with the hood of her clit with my fingers until my tongue fully attacked her clit.
She began screaming loudly. "Yes, oh yes, fucking yes." With my mouth buried in her cunt, I couldn't shush her. Her body spasmed as she orgasmed and she said, "Don't you dare fucking stop." I had no intention of doing so.
In her obviously heightened state of arousal, it didn't take Kelly long to climax. She reached behind me to balance herself on the sand as her body reacted to the stimulation she was receiving. After a minute or so, she leaned back and reached back, placing her arms on my legs to give me even clearer access to her pussy. I knew exactly what she wanted.
I positioned three of my fingers into the shape of a triangle and jammed them inside of her. She shrieked loudly from the sensation. She started fucking my fingers as my fingers fucked her. "Oh God, yes. Please, yes," she said over and over. She rose slightly forward, shifting her ass on to her legs and started squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples. I drank in her juices as she experienced another orgasm, which was followed by yet another or it was the continuation of the prior one. Kelly kept grinding on my fingers until I finally removed them and placed in her mouth. If I hadn't been hard already, watching her lick and sucks my fingers clean would have certainly done the trick.
Finally, she slid off my mouth and down onto my chest, leaving a sticky trail in the process. She deftly slid her tongue in my mouth, tasting more herself in a deep and passionate kiss. When we broke from our kiss, she had tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she sniffed. "I'm just so happy and I love you so much. Thank you."
"I love you too. What are you thanking me for?"
"For making me so happy." Before I could say anything, we began to kiss once again...deeply, sensually and with hunger. Kelly started kissing her way down my chin, neck, and stomach until she reached my cock. She licked the topside of my shaft from top to bottom, pushing it downward in the process. I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain, and nothing but ecstasy. Finally, she let my cock spring back toward me.
Kelly looked up into my eyes and then with a broad smile, attacked my cock with her tongue, teeth, lips, fingers, hands, and throats. From all of our time together, she knew just what buttons to push and when. She knew how to bring me close to an orgasm and then when to back off. She repeated this tactic over and over and over again.
I writhed in the sand in agony, my cock soaking wet as her mouth bobbed up and down on my shaft. She suddenly stopped, her mouth dripping with saliva running down to my cock, and mounted me. There was no hesitating this time. She bounced hard and fast on my erection. Her hands squeeze her tits while my hands grasped her ass and slammed her down on to my body.
