The Getaway 16

The Getaway

By OdieK

I wrote this story years ago. It is a work of pure fiction where all characters are over the age of eighteen. For those of you who have been following me I am currently working on Chapter 17 of the New Neighbour which should be ready to go in a week or two. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this tale from my personal vault.

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Raising his left hand almost in a salute Brad shielded his eyes from the blazing son as he shifted his well-defined athletic body turning his head slowly to the right as he lay on his back, a solitary beach towel between him and the near white soft sand the lazy rolling beckoning waves of the refreshing ocean a mere half dozen strides away.

His voluptuous twenty-eight-year-old wife Jessica of four years lay face down on a body length beach towel her long curly brown hair protecting her shoulders to some extent from the September rays. With forearms crossed and tucked under her head in pillow-like fashion she drew an unending stream of attention on the surprisingly crowded south end of Miami Beach.

He breathed in a sigh of calm as he gazed at his wife's beauty from her sculptured ankles to her full pouty lips and emerald green eyes - he was one lucky guy! She hadn't been as excited as he would have hoped at the bikini he had bought her but with much prodding and a healthy dose of good humour she had agreed to wear it for him. He still recalled the warm sensation that radiated through his groin as she had shyly modelled it for him in the privacy of their beachfront hotel suite a short while ago. He smiled at the recollection...

She had squealed as he took her in his arms and deftly removed the two tiny pieces of cloth having watched her parade coquettishly around the room spinning and smiling as she teasingly flaunted herself. He hadn't been that excited in quite some time. The memory of her squirming, begging and groaning beneath him as she lost complete control crying out with her orgasm hardened him instantly. She had actually cried afterwards as he held her.

He had apologized for being too preoccupied with work. More tears had flowed as she kissed him thanking him for the wonderful last minute surprise getaway. He had told her how important it had been for the two of them to reconnect but he hadn't told her the complete truth. As he spoke her hands had roamed over his body re-igniting subsided emotions as he whispered to her. With a teasing smile she had pressed her nipple hardened ample chest against him while rolling her hips massaging his still imbedded softening penis with her soft wet inner muscles - her intentions couldn't have been clearer. When she grabbed his buttocks and began to push back and forth kissing him deeply his erection returned with a fury. She smiled and laughed softly as he began to move with her.

This time it had lasted much longer as she took a dominant role pushing him onto his back as she rolled atop him. With love and a sense of awe he had stared into her eyes as she began to roll and pump her buttocks raising her hips until he nearly pulled free her wet pussy muscles squeezing him gently. She had never been like this before. Pursing her lips and closing her eyes she pushed back down until their hips ground together. Her moans of pleasure and the silky wetness of her dangerously threatened an early release but she had felt his tension and held herself still until he recovered, his breathing returning to normal.

She watched him excitedly as he struggled for control. With eyes bright, a loving smile and heaving breasts she had kissed him deeply encouraging almost begging him to feel her full breasts that ached for his touch but he had declined afraid it would bring a premature end. Smiling teasingly she had sat back as if riding a bull rocking and sliding her hips along his lower body. The sensation had been overwhelming but she had whispered lovingly to him throughout. He didn't know how she knew but her movements had slowly become much more controlling and aggressive as she had returned to moving her hips up and down bracing herself with arms firmly at his side her breasts swaying temptingly.

He remembered how he had struggled for control biting the inside of his cheek and thinking of distasteful images - it had helped a little but he still couldn't move up and against her, it had been too long. Panting and groaning she had moved faster and faster.

"Pinch me! Please!" she had begged pushing her chest out as her hips worked at a furious pace. Reaching up his hands grasped and pushed her soft swaying breast together his thumbs grazing the hardened nipples.

"Harder!" she had yelled as her hips flew up and down in a blur the sound of wet sucking flesh filling the room. Feeling the rising tide of no return he had viciously pinched her thick red nipples as he finally joined her thrusting pushing upwards almost throwing her from him but her knees closed tightly against him - she wasn't losing him!

"Oh God Yes!" she had screamed as he thrust his mouth against one breast taking the rounded hot pebble-like flesh deep into his mouth sucking as hard as he could. She made an animal-like sound as her vaginal muscles squeezed hard as her body shook out a tremendous orgasm. The hard muscular contraction painfully held his own release back as he continued sucking her distended nipple while viciously pinching the other. A low growling sound was replaced with a scream as her hips flew on and off him so fast he couldn't keep up. To his surprise a second less powerful orgasm rocked her - she had never experienced multiple orgasms before to his knowledge.

Finally she began to slow her eyes rolled back into her head but Brad pushed up uselessly as she slowed to a stop sitting atop him.

"NO!" he yelled using all his considerable strength to throw her onto her back. Without losing the connection he found himself atop her buried deep, a look of total satisfaction on her beautiful features. Her eyes opened and stared deep into his. With a teasing slightly painful smile she pushed her breasts together and pulled the still hardened nipples.

"Fuck me Brad!" she begged in a soft voice.

That's all he needed. He thrust forward, his hands moving beneath her grabbing handfuls of her buttocks as he pummelled her as if he wanted to hurt and punish her. Encouragingly she met his every thrust enticing him with whispered words, "oh baby that's it! Fuck me stud, fuck me hard!"

The words registered as he pounded her as hard as he could. A part of him wanted to call her names - he had wanted to hurt her but his thoughts drifted as he felt imminent release. He yelled obscenities and shuddered as his body convulsed as gush after gush of semen fired through his erection deep into her clasping starved vagina.

Shortly afterwards he recalled falling to his side and away from her sleep rushing up to take him. She had moved from the bed and he had found himself on his back in utter bliss. The sound of running water drew him down into sleep as she moved into the shower humming contentedly. A half hour later he awoke to the silence of the room. He had opened his eyes at first to see a blurry image. As his head cleared and his eyes came into focus he watched enraptured as Jess wrapped in a bath towel bent over to open a dresser drawer. Her position afforded him a view he had never before seen - with legs slightly parted and the towel a trifle too short her buttocks were in full view spread to reveal the thick shaved lips of an open vagina and a twinkled anus inches above. Feeling the gaze she had quickly closed her legs squeezing the vaginal lips like a pouting mouth. She turned towards him hands on hips. Propped up on his elbows he sported a mischievous smile and a burgeoning erection he made no effort to conceal bobbing in anxious anticipation.

Pulling the towel in at her breasts she stared at his erection.

"Down boy!" she said playfully, "I believe you've had more than your fill for today...at least until tonight," she added with a promising smile, "now go get ready for the beach," she said pulling Brad's big toe playfully and watching as how her husband's erection seem to swell at even that slight provocation. She felt her insides loosen before she willed herself to look away and think of something else - it wasn't easy. She wondered for a moment what had gotten in to her - she had never been like this before.

"Alright," he said reluctantly playfully yanking at her towel as he walked past her.

"Aieeee... ", she squealed caught unaware as the towel knot gave way. She caught it before it dropped to the floor. He caught sight of the tips of dusky pink aureole before she secured it with both hands covering her sizable breasts. She scolded him before realizing that he was looking past her. She turned in the direction and blushed, "My God Brad! " He had been looking at the full-length mirror behind her that displayed her naked backside. She reached behind her and pulled the towel closed cutting off his view. A part of her wanted to let the towel drop and have her way with him again but instead she told him to hurry up and get ready.

With a knowing smirk he moved into the bathroom and started the shower. She stared at the doorway struggling. She wanted more but deep down she knew that she needed to hold onto something and not give in completely. "Keep a little mystery and anticipation. He'll appreciate you more," she told herself as she reluctantly stepped into the bikini that had been abandoned an hour earlier. It was nice to have some time alone with him. He had been so pre-occupied with work. She didn't even want to think about it. It made her so angry - they hadn't made love in almost four months. She was ready to do what she could to make sure he realized what he was missing so that next time he would put her first.

Two young women walking by were giggling as he stared at Jess. It wasn't until he saw the visible bulge in his bathing suit that he turned a dozen shades of red which just made the two women giggle louder. He immediately flipped onto his stomach. One of the women wolf-whistled as she stared at his backside.

"Jesus what was the world coming to?" he thought shocked at such an open display. Jess lay oblivious to it all as they walked away.

He quickly realized that with his near naked wife next to him together with the memory of what they had so recently done and the pressure in his groin of lying on his stomach were just too much. He sat up and looked at the ocean thinking of the first naked obese kid he first saw in the locker room after gym class many years ago when he was only twelve. "There that's the ticket!" he whispered feeling the erection disappear.

He wiped sweat from his forehead and looked up at the sky. The sun was right above them sitting alone in a cloudless perfect sky - perfect for sun-tanning. He looked at Jess. She seemed awfully red on the back, shoulders and legs. He didn't want to wake her unless he had to. Picking up the lotion he squeezed some into the palm of his left hand and moved over to her. He softly applied the lotion to her legs from calf to just below her buttocks - he felt an erection returning. Sitting back on his heels he let thoughts of the obese kid in and the erection quickly receded. He spread more lotion on her curved waist and hips and back. He was thankful in a way that she had undid her bikini top the ends of which hung at her sides her breasts pressed and bulging provocatively outward. At first she had kept her arms close to her preventing unwanted looks but she had shifted in her sleep. At least her nipples were safely tucked away he thought.

"Ah shit! " he said softly. "Come on fat kid! " Capping the lotion he put it down and walked to the surf and out into the cool water diving into a mid-size wave and surfacing twenty feet out. He was soon lost in a crowd of bodies similarly cooling off.

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The four skeletal thin Cuban teens, Ernesto, the largest at five eight, brothers Carlos and Ramon and the lanky forever horny sixteen-year old Ismael had been walking around looking for a place to set down their towels preferably in reach of some willing women. Age didn't matter too much as they weren't choosy. It was Ismael who first noticed the big American touching a woman lying down. At first he thought or at least hoped it was a daylight assault - Ismael and the others enjoyed watching as much as participating. It was the previous evening's entertainment at Zee's a half mile away in the Cuban district that had inflamed the four teens to go trawling for a little pleasure. The four, having heard rumours of live sex shows, had snuck into the notorious club and had been rewarded with things they had never seen before but they had been denied the final act of a huge black men hovering over a beautiful naked blonde on the precipice of impaling her with a freakish penis. Club security had spotted the four teens. Only luck and a crowded club had prevented security from reaching them in time. They had barely made it out ahead of the pursuers but once free of the building had quickly disappeared into the shadows of the ghetto-like neighbourhood that surrounded the club on all sides amid shouts and threats from emerging security.

The three boys had continued walking while Ismael had stopped to stare at the couple a distance away.

"Hey Ismael," yelled Ernesto in heavily accented English, "you coming man?"

Ismael waved the others over.

He pointed. They all softly whistled simultaneously at the body of the long-legged seemingly busty brunette as her husband or boyfriend wiped her down with lotion. They watched as he walked towards the water leaving her unattended. Ernesto smiled and started towards her. The others quickly followed. Ismael looked around. No one seemed to notice anything unusual. Many bathers were either dozing, their noses buried in books or in the process of calling it a day.

The four teens drew close laying their towels down and drawing t-shirts over their heads as they took up positions around the sleeping beauty blocking her from view with their bodies. Ismael licked his lips as did the others. They stared hungrily at the bulge of her breasts. It was clear that she was well endowed and they were anxious to see more.

Carlos and Ramone looked quizzically at Ernesto and Ismael. Ernesto whispered for them to keep an eye out for her partner or anyone else. At that moment she shifted drawing one leg up and the other out. The boys openly salivated. Ismael feigned walking to the water's edge then as quickly turned back positioning himself at her feet. Turning on his stomach he stared between her legs. He felt his over-sized penis swell as the strip of cloth pulled tight against her vagina revealing its outline and the swell of one vaginal lip it could not fully contain. He wanted to reach out and touch her but he knew it was too risky. His mind momentarily wandered - a daydream of pulling the material aside and penetrating the sleeping beauty almost caused him to lose it right there. In different circumstances he wouldn't have hesitated but not here. Reaching out he ran a fingertip over the middle of her foot. There was no reaction. He tried again a little harder. Her already raised leg jerked upward and stopped. The movement had been enough to free the vaginal lip and reveal a portion of her interior. Ismael swore softly to himself beckoning the others to look. One after another they exchanged places staring, mumbling and rubbing their hardened penises at the tempting sight - a treasure so close yet so far. Seconds after their inspection she shifted again closing her legs. The look of frustration on the faces of the four teens was almost comical.

Ismael wished he had a knife or scissors. He was confident that he could slice the bikini bottom sufficiently to expose her buttocks without waking her. He wanted, no needed to see more of her. He was already thinking of how he could expose her breasts. Suddenly he had an idea. He raced down to the water and returned moments later with two fist-sized rocks. He quickly whispered instructions to the others. Ismael and Ernesto moved quietly to her side and carefully tied the ends of the bikini top to each rock knotting it twice. They then pushed the rocks under the edge of the towel and as deep into the sand as they could go careful not to wake her. Satisfied, they smiled at each other, picked up their towels and moved back about ten feet. A few onlookers materialized guessing what was about to happen but writing it off as a harmless teenage prank. A dozen or so men stood behind the teens whispering anxiously amongst themselves.

"Can't wait to see her expression!" said one.

"Not really interested in her expression," said another in his sixties noting the hint of an ample bosom.

Ismael smiled at the onlookers some of whom gave him a return smile and a thumbs-up in anticipation. The older man handed Ismael a disposable camera. "Here kid it's all yours!" Ismael thanked him.

"Ernesto! Ismael!" said Ramon panicky, "he's coming back."

The teens watched Brad emerge from the water a hundred feet further down the surf. As so often happens he had temporarily lost his bearings and was scanning the beach for familiar landmarks. Zeroing in on a familiar site he headed in their direction. At first he looked confused. It appeared that a few dozen people had congregated close to where he had left Jess.

A chill went up his back as someone yelled "FIRE!"

"Wait a second," he thought,"...fire on a beach?" But it was too late.

Jess reacted out of self-preservation at the scream close by. She instinctively unfolded her arms, placed them in push-up position and pushed her upper body up her eyes adjusting to the glaring sunlight. Her flattened breasts filling out and swaying in their fullness as she groggily looked around. It took a minute for her to realize where she was but she hadn't yet realized that she had become a spectator sport. Instinctively she reached for the bikini top with one hand while supporting herself upright with the other unaware of the uncensored view of her swinging full breasts complete with large aureole and inviting dark pink nipples. A dozen flashes went off almost at once as onlookers were treated to a healthy minute-long display they would remember for a long time to come. She couldn't understand why she couldn't grasp the top - it seemed to be held down. The sound of appreciative comments filled her head with panic as she realized she was the center of attention.

"Will you look at the tits on her!"

"What the hell do you think I'm looking at pal?"

"Jesus H! I wished my wife had knockers like that!"

Finally she dropped onto the towel her arms tight to her side tears filling her eyes.

"YOU ANIMALSS!!!!" she screamed.

No one replied. The onlookers moved off some already looking into the captured images on digital cameras others sleeking away ashamed of what they had done.

"WHAT THE FUCK's GOING ON?" yelled Brad out of breath from the dash having witnessed the cameras and onlookers of all ages. He glanced down at Jess in tears. In anger he hurtled himself at the closest participants, two men who looked like bodybuilders. He grabbed at their camera. One easily pushed him away but Brad lunged again getting a hand on the camera strap. He pulled but saw a rather large fist headed his way. He was too late to avoid it as it crashed into his nose. He almost lost consciousness but managed to hold onto the camera until police arrived moments later. The four Cuban teens were halfway down the beach the disposable camera in hand. They congratulated each other spewing off debasing comments about the beautiful brunette.

Three women had converged on the scene helping Jess free the bikini top. The cops thought it rather inventive and were hard-pressed to keep a straight face but one look at Brad let them know that this was not a moment for levity. The police quickly learned who the instigators had been. They had received numerous reports about the four Cuban youths. The cops had paid little or no attention to them given that no one had been injured. "Looks like that's about to change," thought one cop looking at Brad's bleeding nose.