This is Part TWO of the Beach House story -- The first part was written back in 2010 but I had a request for more, so here's a little more.
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I peeled off the ruin of my wet dress, tossing it on the bathroom floor in disgust. I glared at myself in the mirror. Water and wind had created a mess of my sable brown hair and the tangles spilled down past my shoulders in a jangle of waves. Lipstick was smeared across my mouth from the kiss. My full lips were plump and bruised from where the young man had claimed them. Tears left my eyes red and puffy and my ribs felt sore from my heart trying to break from its cage.
What was I doing?
My body thrummed with residual passion, my nipples felt tight and my sex swollen and slick. I throbbed inside and out from the three pump wonder. His cum and seawater trickled down my thighs.
I felt like a big, dirty cheater.
Why?
We, my lover and I, never made any commitments. The exotic man did not wait for me. I wasn't obligated to be faithful. Neither was he of course but I had to adjust to the face the fantasy was over. I wouldn't see him again.
Him. The man who enchanted me, then filled my dreams with faded echoes of the most erotic days of my life. I refused to even think his name!
It wasn't worth chasing after any other men when they couldn't finish the job. Andrew proved a perfect example. The young man was a distraction but not a satisfaction. He only made the itching need more acute. He underscored how much I longed for my missing lover.
I turned on the shower and slid my hands to my breasts, feeling where young Andrew's teeth pressed into my skin. It felt deliciously bruised and sent an ache mixing with the pleasure as I pinched the nipple. My pussy squeezed, and more of his cum trickled down my thigh. Thank God I was on the pill! Bad enough that I had been stupid enough to let him just fuck me raw like that. Desperate. That's what I had become.
I thought about my fantasy-lover and shivered, remembering how he slowly caressed his tongue down between my breasts before sliding his long, curved cock along the valley of plush tits. One of his strong hands cupped my cheek while I pressed my breasts together creating a cleft for his manhood to slip between. I loved how swollen and arched his cock was, the head larger than the base and while not thick, he was so long and angled, it hit the perfect spot inside me as though he were crafted for me.
'Your skin is softer than anything I have ever felt my Pearl.' He rumbled, his voice vibrating up my sternum and into my heart as he fucked my tits. His thumb brushed along my jaw and the corner of my mouth as his lilac eyes burned into mine, devouring me in that gaze. 'I love your perfect flesh, and the pretty freckles here...' He bowed forward the kiss caressing warmly over the tops of my shoulders and up my neck, gracefully bowing his lithe body, ab muscles flexing as he curved down to me. 'Everything about you is perfect, like your tight, rosy nipples.' His tongue coiled out, licking the bud of my nipple slow and gentle. He never moved his gaze from mine, smiling in delight as I shuddered in pleasure. 'I'm going to fuck you until you can think of nothing and no one but me. I will consume you as you have consumed me.'
And he did. First, he finished fucking my tits, sweetly telling me how much he liked them and me while his voice grew strained with each stroke. Faster he moved, his handsome body flexing and rising over me where he straddled my breasts. Candlelight flickered off his bronzed body, his golden hair falling down his shoulders and back like a savage, untamed beast. The golden curls of hair on his chest made him glint and gleam in the twinkling light.
He growled out my name over and over as his strong hips pumped and shoved his cock between my breasts. Each time he pushed forward, I got to lap the slit of his cock. The sugar-heat coated my tongue and his eyes rolled back in absolute pleasure, his thumb grasping my lower lip to pinch and he snarled dark and dirty oaths! 'That's right my little Pearl, you like to suck the cum from my dick don't you? Hungry my slutty darling? Let me hear how hungry.' He squeezed my lower lip until I cried out and begged him. 'How much do you want it Pearl?' He urged me, eyes burning into mine, fierce in the light of the candles. I whimpered that I'd die without it. I would do anything for his cum on my tongue.
'Hold out your tongue then sweet Pearl. Aaughh. You're so beautiful my treasure. Wider. I have so much to feed you!' His voice broke and I felt his balls tightening with his load of cum. 'Tongue—out—fuck! Fuck! Rose! My Pearl. My Rose! Mine!'
His hips flew faster, the wet slap of his body against mine filling the room as he roared out his pleasure. His body arched forward, cockhead swelling as it arched glorious and beautiful and the hot cum sprayed my tongue. The spun-sugar-spunk gushed over my swollen lips and bridge of my nose, my cheeks and forehead.
Again and again his cum drenched my face and lips, my breasts and nipples. He groaned and at last, eased up to offer his quivering cock to my lips and mouth. He shuddered as he watched me, amazement on his expression as he panted for breath, mesmerized by the way I suckled him clean and dry. He was intoxicating! Not only the way he tasted, burning over my tongue but the sounds he made, as though I were the only one who he'd allow to take such liberties.
As I sucked him, he massaged his cum into my breasts and over my nipples. The caress of his thick fingers along my jaw and cheek tender in contrast to the hard fucking he gave my tits.
Then, he slid down my body and kissed me warmly, not caring that I was soaked in his cum. Still hard, he slid the curved cock down my soft belly and across the swollen folds of my pussy, rolling the massive head against my too sensitive clit and between my eager lips. Finally, he eased into my sopping wet pussy and fucked me so slowly. There was no rushing no matter how I begged. I was soon shuddering in orgasm after orgasm around him.
In the present, I stepped into the shower, washing the tears from my face. My pussy lips were swollen and my clit pert and sensitive enough it felt almost painful as I brushed my fingers over my cunny. "Fuck." I moaned and lifted a leg onto the rim of the tub, spreading my thighs wide so the water could rush across my pussy. Thank goodness for the adjustable showerhead.
I took the handle from its holder, twisting then knob so the jet of water pulsed. Leaning into the cool tiles, I slipped the stream of water between my quivering thighs and cried out in a mixture of shrill pain and pleasure as the warmth lapped against my aching pussy. Hungry tongues lapped and spurted over the lips, clit and deeper inside my pink cunt.
The orgasm thundered over me almost instantly with the memory of the long, slow fucking fresh in my mind. I slumped down the shower and sat in the bottom of the tub, legs trembling and felt a new rush of tears escape me.
This wasn't how I imagined my vacation. I could masturbate like this back in California.
I soaped and rinsed and soaped again, wanting to wash every last bit of the cum from inside me. Feeling embarrassed and somehow soiled, I washed a third time and rinsed before shutting off the water and climbed out of the shower on rubbery legs. I needed food and several beers. Oar House would be a good stop.
The new sun dress I pulled on was a lilac that reminded me of his eyes. It fell to the middle of my thigh, the neckline scoped low and the fabric had a stretch to it so it clung to my curves. I styled my hair, applied makeup as though I had someone to impress, and slid on the matching heels looking like snakeskin in shades of lilac and silver scale. I liked feeling tall in the six inch heels. I needed every inch I could get, standing barely 5'0, I always felt my height couldn't support all my curves. Big breasts, wide hips, round ass but not much length of legs.
When I arrived at the Oar House, I felt almost composed and normal. The place instantly reminded me of him and I sighed. There was the familiar jukebox and our favorite tables. One sat up front where we could tease each other while forced to contain ourselves. The other was in the back where less people could notice us. This place held so many memories; it took an effort to push the recollections aside.
Several people working were familiar to me, the bartender, Max and one of the manager, Lilly primarily. Those two had become good friends to me and I regretted not keeping in better touch with them the instant I saw them. Lilly had changed in the past months, she glowed. Her smile looked wider with an authentic joy. As she turned to face me, her eyes went wide.
"Rose! Oh my God! You're back!" She sounded delighted, clasping her hands together, "Just look at you. You want a place at the bar honey? Or would you like a table?" She swept a look over me. I wondered if she could tell how miserable I'd been during my time away.
"The bar is fine. I'm in desperate need of beer." I told her and she swept in close to escort me to a place. "You look great! What have I missed?"
"I can see you certainly need some alcohol! I've some tables to tend, but I expect you to tell me the whole story. Then I might tell you my news." Her black eyes gleamed with amusement as she patted my arm with her strong, dark fingers. "Max honey, look who returned to us."
"Well, it's about damn time. " Max growled as he poured my beer into a frosty glass without needing to take my order. His grey eyes narrowed at me and he also poured whiskey into a glass and slid both to me. "Damn, it's fine to see you Rosey-Posey. Time for you to give up that life in Cali and stay with us poor Southern folk?" He looked past me, as though he expected a companion to join me and frowned to himself.
