I Found It on the Beach

I was just strolling along the beach where I live one day, concentrating on the metal detector I was using, when I noticed three young women walking towards me. They were all quite pretty and had on very skimpy micro-bikinis. The one in the middle, very blond and much tanned, I recognized from the local newspaper as a senior cheerleader for the local high school. I couldn't help but gawk at there lush firm bodies as they passed me.

I heard them giggle behind me and just knew they were laughing at me. Here I am, a middle aged old man in Bermuda shorts and straw hat ogling them. I was mortified. I felt like a dirty old man, which, I guess I was.

I sighed to myself and went back to my detecting. I never found much, just the occasional coin or pop top. Still, I enjoyed it. Since my wife died last year, I had quite a lot of free time. So, this was how I killed some of it.

Just then, I heard a loud beeping in my ears. Oh goody, must be another pop top. I bent down and dug around a little. My fingers bumped against something. I dug a little further and discovered a small wooden box, maybe six inches by three by three. I picked it up and dusted it off. Shrugging my shoulders, I slipped it into the bag I carried for my "treasures" and went on down the beach.

An hour or so later, I was back at my little bungalow by the beach, sitting on the porch with a cool one as the sun was setting. I remembered the little box and retrieved it from my bag. It sure was a curious little thing. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how to open it. I must have struggled with it for thirty minutes before I set it down on the table in disgust.

I got up and went inside to throw away my empty bottle and get another from the fridge. When I returned, I noticed the box had mysteriously popped open. Geeze! I picked it up and opened it to find a ring. Not any ordinary ring, this one was large; I could easily have fit it on my thumb with room to spare. It was covered it a weird script I did not recognize.

I studied it very closely. It made no sense to me. I had no idea what it meant. Out of curiosity, I slipped it on to my wedding finger. I gasped as I watched it shrink to fit! Scared now, I pulled it off. It expanded to its previous size!

Holy shit! What the hell was this thing? I slipped it back on and again it shrank to fit perfectly. I examined it on my finger. I could read the script! Very simply, it just said, "rub me."

I quickly took it off and set it on the table. It resumed its previous size. I could no longer read the script. Nervously, I downed the rest of my beer and went to get another. This was just too weird.

Maybe I had been out in the sun too long today. Yeah, that's it. Too much sun. I sat back down on the porch and stared at the object. Tentatively, I reached out and picked it up. I peered at it intently and could not decipher what the symbols and could not. Slipping it once again on my finger, it again conformed to my size and I could read it again.

"Rub me!" it seemed to scream in my head. Tentatively, I reached up with my other hand and gently rubbed the ring. It began to glow a dull green color. Suddenly, it was if a large TV screen lit up in my head. No! This couldn't be! I looked back at the ring and it was still glowing. It felt warm. Closing my eyes I absorbed the information it was filling me with.

This ring was of ancient Egyptian origin. Three, maybe four thousand years old. It enabled the wearer to take over the mind and body of anyone he wished. Simply by visualizing the persons face, one could actually enter their body and take it over. You would have total control over that person, know all their thought and secrets, their entire history. You would, for all intents and purposes, be that person, feeling what they feel.

For some reason, the blond girl from this afternoon popped into my head. Immediately, it was as if a fog swirled about me. The porch disappeared and I was flying through the air. I closed my eyes and felt like screaming. Then, all was calm, if a bit strange. Something was poking in my mouth, dueling with my tongue. I opened my eyes to see a strange boys face. We were locked together in a hot embrace.

Instinctively, I bit down. He let out a howl and jumped back. "Jesus, Sarah, what was that all about?"

I closed my eyes and everything flooded in. I was in the body of the girl from this afternoon! I knew everything about her! Damn, she was a bitch! I chuckled to myself. Still a virgin at eighteen. But she was suck a cockteaser! This was her current squeeze, Rick Jarrett, the high school team's captain and quarterback. Keeriste, she had planned to lead him on a bit, here in her basement den, and then break it off.

She definitely needed a lesson in life. But not with this horses ass. "I'm sorry Rick, I thought I heard my parents coming in." The voice was soft and sweet.

He jumped back further and sat on the couch. She sat up and straightened her clothing. Actually, there wasn't much to straighten, she only had on a halter top and a skimpy pair of shorts. Rick jumped up and said, "I guess I should be getting out of here before they do come home."

I smiled with Sarah's sweet mile back at him, "Ok, Rick, I'll show you to the door."

After he left, I went up to Sarah's room. God, it was all pink. Definitely a teenaged girls room. The closet doors were mirrored and I stared at what stared back at me. It was a beautiful young blond girl. Five foot five, maybe 110 pounds. The yellow halter top stretched around the large globes of the twin tits. She had to be at least a C, maybe borderline D. Long tanned legs. I reached up and tweaked a nipple with each hand. A shiver ran through her/me. Sooooo, this is what it felt like from the other side. My nipples swelled and poked straight out, tenting the halter top.

Suddenly, I had to get naked and see everything. In a flash I had stripped off the top and shorts. Standing once again in front of the mirrors, I stared at the sight before me. Large, firm tits capped off with dark nipples protruding out at least an inch from the soft mounds of tit flesh. Flat athletic stomach. The v between my legs was covered in a soft blond downy triangle of hair. I ran my fingers through it and found it to be soft as mink. Exploring a little further, I found the wet skit of her/my cunt. Hmmm, I wonder what strumming a clit feels like. Wow! That felt great! I would have to do some more of that later.

I heard some car doors slam so I went to the window and saw her/my parents and brother coming home. Quickly, I grabbed a robe from behind the door and slipped into it. I darted across the hall to the bathroom and began running a bath.

The next day, I decided to start working on my plan. No more jocks for this girl. She was going to learn a little humility. I had dressed in another of her string bikinis to get some early morning sun by the pool in the back yard. I was lounging in a chaise lounge probing her memory for the person she most detested. Damn, there were quite a number of them.

I heard the sound of a mower from next door. Of course! Stanley Zimmerman. The nerd next door. She absolutely couldn't stand him. He had been the butt of her scorn since they were in grade school together. Now that they were seniors, she had gone out of her way to make his life miserable with the "in" clique. President of the chess club, straight A student, astronomy club. Everything she hated in a man.

I went over to the fence and looked over. There he was, red headed, freckled, glasses, skinny body in shorts pushing a mower around the back yard. He finished mowing and shut off the engine. Mopping his brow with a towel, he picked up a glass from the table and took a long drink. I waved to him and smiled sweetly, "Hi, Stanley."

He snapped his head around and eyed Sarah suspiciously, with good reason. She never spoke to him unless she wanted something or was about to pull something on him. This was going to be fun. "You look awfully hot, Stanley. Want to join me in the pool?"

He just stared at me. "C'mon, Stanley. I promise, no tricks. I need to talk to you."

He just shook his head. This was going to be harder than I thought. "Stanley, I want to apologize for all the horrible things I've done to you in the past. That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

Suspicion clouded his face but now, he was also curious. He hesitated but a minute more before nodding. "Let me get a suit on." And headed to his house. I bounced back to the pool area and checked out my reflection in the sliding glass doors to the house. Quite impressive, lots of exposure. You could clearly see almost all of my tits except the nipples, and the string bottoms showed my entire full ass. Blond hair flowed don to the middle of my back. Yes, Stanley old boy, you are in for a pleasant surprise.

Stanley came into the yard through the gate. He had on a lime green baggy swimsuit that didn't help his physique. I smiled brightly and said, "C'mon Stan, last one in is a rotten egg!" and jumped in. He hesitated only a second before joining me. The water was warm, but cooler than the air temperature. It caused my nipples to harden and poke out noticeably.

I swam up to him and stood up, innocently showing him the waters effect on me. He couldn't help but stare. I pretended not to notice. "Stanley, I know I have been a real shit to you in the past. I feel terrible about it. I have undergone something of a transformation lately. Sort of a spiritual thing, you know? Lot's of introspection. And I realize that I have been really bad to you. I hope that eventually you can forgive me. I am going to make it up to you starting right now." I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. My nipples gently grazed his chest.

He was speechless. His face was as red as his hair. Finally, he giggled nervously. I playfully splashed him and swam away. He splashed me back and we had a laughing splash fight going when my mother opened the patio door and peeked out. Her face broke into a broad grin when she recognized Stanley. "Oh, hi Stanley. You never come over anymore. It's so nice to see you. Sarah, your brother and I are going into town to the mall. Do you want to go?"

"Hi, Mrs. Jansen." Stanley waved back.

"No thanks, mom. I'm going to hang out here with Stanley."

"Ok, hon, we'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Bye, mom." Just as I turned around, Stanley hit me in the face with a huge wave, causing me to splutter and choke. Laughing, he jumped away. I went after him with a vengeance, splashing as much as I could. Trapping him in a corner, I pummeled him with wave after wave until he cried uncle.

I stopped and stood proudly in waist deep water with my hands on my hips, declaring victory. I stared at him with a great grin on my face when I noticed that he was staring intently at my chest. I looked down to discover that in all the action, my top had slipped down to completely reveal my tits. "Oops." I said as I turned away to adjust my top back into place.

When I turned back to him, he was again glowing red. "I...I...I'm sorry, Sarah." He stammered. I smiled back reassuringly. "It's ok, Stanley. It was my fault." My eyes wandered down to his trunks. I raised my eyebrows knowingly, "Besides, you seem to have enjoyed the view." He had a very prominent erection.

Blushing even redder than before, if that were possible, he turned away to hide it from me. I grabbed his arm and gently turned him back to face me. Staring into his eyes, I spoke reassuringly, "Stanley, I know the effect I have on men. I don't scare horses or small children. You have never made a pass at me or tried to hit on me. I consider you a complete gentleman. I want you to know that I appreciate it."

I again leaned in and kissed him, this time right on the lips. His eyes were as big as saucers. I broke away and said, "Now let's get out of the sun for a bit before you turn into a lobster. We have to get some sunblock on both of us."

Before he could react, I was already climbing out and walking to the shaded part of the patio. I felt his eyes on my ass as I walked. Grabbing a towel, I began to dry off. He soon joined me and did the same. I stole a glance at his crotch and saw that his "problem" had not subsided in the least.

I flopped myself down on one of the lounge chairs and lay back. Handing him a bottle of sun block, I said, "I'll do your back, if you'll do mine." I flipped over on my stomach.

I heard him shake the bottle a few times and then pop the top. He squirted some in the palm of his hand and rubbed them together. When his hands touched my back I could feel him shaking. I knew he was nervous as hell.

Slowly, he worked the lotion into my shoulders, working his way down my back. I moaned in response to his touch. When he got to my waist, he stopped. "Do my legs too, please, Stanley."

Now I could tell he was really nervous. His whole body was shaking as his hands worked more lotion into my legs. When he had finished, I flipped over. "Now the front, please."

I watched him through slitted eyes as he poured more lotion in his palms and started at my shoulders again. He rubbed his way down my arms, bypassing my tits and coating my belly. After that he rubbed my thighs and legs. Finally, he was finished. I could see his erection was straining at his swimsuit.

I jumped up and said, "Ok, your turn. Lie down Stanley."

He lay down on his stomach, rather uncomfortably I could tell. I began rubbing the lotion down his back and legs. When I had finished, I slapped his butt, "Flip over now." He hesitated. "C'mon, Stanley. You're as red as a cherry."

Slowly, he rolled over. I pretended not to notice his bulge as I worked the lotion into his chest and legs. I finished up and sat back. "There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" He shook his head no. I looked down at his crotch, then back to his eyes. He was very embarrassed and started to pull a towel over himself. I stopped him with a gentle hand. My eyes softened and tears welled. "I have been pretty shitty to you, haven't I?"

"No, no, Sarah..." I stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"Yes, I know I have been. I want you to know that I feel really badly about it and will do everything I can to make it up to you."

"You don't have to do anything, Sarah. As far as I'm concerned, this day will always be remembered as the best I've ever had."

I leaned up and kissed him on the lips again. This time, he didn't draw back from me. I parted my lips and let my tongue trace over his lips. Tentatively, he parted his lips and let his tongue duel gently with mine. Our tongues danced together for a minute before I broke from him and sat back. "Is that your first kiss, Stanley?"

He blushed again and nodded. I was beginning to like his blushes. They were very cute. "Sooooo, you've never been with a girl before?"

He looked at me quizzically.

"I mean, have you ever touched a girl before?"

He shook his head no again.

I took his hand in mine and placed it on my left breast. I knew he could feel my heart pounding in my chest as well as my hardened nipple. At first, he tried to pull back, but soon, he was gently squeezing my tit. His other hand came up to fondle my other tit. He started cupping them as if he were measuring them. His fingers tweaked my nipples to full hardness.

I looked down at his crotch. A dark stain had formed at the crest of his tent. I reached down and touched the end. Stanley almost jumped out of his seat. I locked my eyes to his as I pulled the string at the waistband of his shorts. I pulled the waistband loose and started pulling his shorts down. I had a little difficulty getting them passed his bulge. Finally, I had them down his legs.

His cock was bigger than I thought it would be. Fully seven inches long and quite thick. The head was purple in color and twitched under my gaze. It oozed clear liquid continuously. His hands never left my tits, although he had stopped squeezing them, merely holding them gently as he waited for my next move.

I reached out my hand and encircled his hardness. I could feel it pulsing. I knew he would shoot very quickly. I wanted it to be good for him. I slowly stroked up the slippery length of him, then back down. He groaned and his hips jerked. I stroked him again. More liquid oozed from the slit at the end of his dick, wetting my palm and making it more slippery.

I again locked my eyes to his and began a slow rhythmic stroking. His breathing became erratic and his eyes rolled back in his head. His hips raised off the chair as his cock swelled in my hand.

"Arrrggghh!!!" he cried as a huge rope of thick white cream shot from the slit to pass over his head and splat against the back of the chair. Another quickly followed and hit him square in the forehead. A third. Forth. Fifth and sixth jetted from his dick to cover his chest from his navel to his chin. I continued to pump him until I had counted ten hard squirts. The last oozed down my fingers and matted in his red pubic hair.

He let out his breath and his hips settled back in the chair. I continued to stroke his shrinking dick. I took my hand away from his now shriveled dick and looked at the huge mass of jizm covering his body. I giggled. His eyes flew open. He thought I was laughing at him! I leaned in and kissed him reassuringly on the lips.

"Wow, Stanley. That was huge!'

"Jeeze, Sarah. I've never felt anything like that before. Thanks!"

He held me to him and we cuddled for a few minutes. I felt his cum all over me. I laughed as we stuck together. I grabbed his hand and dragged him from the chair. He tried to gather up his trunks but I pulled him naked into the pool. We splashed about, washing the cum from our bodies.

He reached out and, in a very bold move for him, untied the top and bottom to my bikini. They fell from me and I, too, was naked. I pulled him to me and guided his hand down to my sopping cunt. I felt his fingers slip into me and moaned in pleasure.

Glancing down, I saw that his interest was rising again. I reached out and grasped his dick and looked into his eyes. "You want to use that on me?"

We moved a little deeper into the pool and he had me straddle his hips. I reached down and took hold of his tool once more. Guiding it to my slit, I Sand down until the head was at my entrance. "Grab my hips and pull me down, Stanley."

Doing as he was told, I felt his head probing my slit. I gasped as it entered me and I slid down fully on him. Oh, what a feeling. Why didn't women just go nuts and do this all the time?

He started thrusting himself in and out of me, building my pleasure up till I thought I would black out. I threw my head back and saw stars as my orgasm washed over me. I felt him swell inside me and pulse his sperm into my womb. We slowed and then stopped as the feelings subsided. Finally, he slipped from me but held me close. I looked down and saw a great milky cloud floating in the water emanating from my still open cunt. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back and hugged me tighter.

"I think we should get out and get cleaned up. Mom will be back soon. Reluctantly, he tore himself from me. We got out and wearily put our suits back on. We had just settled into the lounge chairs when the patio door opened and mom stuck her head out. "Hi guys, we're back. Did you have fun while we were gone?"

We smiled at each other and replied in unison, "Yes, we had a great time."

To be continued...