by Ella Hilton
Jas eyes were locked on me as I peeled his white t-shirt from my body for the hundredth time in 4 days. I could feel him taking in every inch of my now golden tanned skin, and I found myself a little aroused by the fact that he was watching me. I dropped his shirt to the sand behind me, and decided to give him a little show. Holding both my top and bottom In my hand, I bent over, giving him a nice up close and personal view of my perfectly tanned ass. I peeked around my shoulder at him and gave him a wink as I tilted my head to get a better look at him behind me.
My fingers slid gently between my legs and gently caressed the lips of my pussy before slowly dipping in between them, still looking back; I slowly slid a finger inside me, bending over a little farther letting him watch my every move. I could tell he liked what he was seeing by his cute little moan of approval.
I was surprised at how wet I was as my finger slid inside me with no effort at all. I moaned softly as I slid it out and back in, then out again, as I slid my bottoms on over my feet, pulling them up slowly until the sides rested gently on top of the curve of my hips. I winked at him as I turned around, and I couldn't help but laugh at the disappointed look on his face.
"What's the matter baby?" I asked, pulling on my top and fastening it behind my back.
"You are such a tease." He said, pouting.
I straddled his lap and sat down feeling how hard he was through his boxers and my bikini bottoms. Looking him in the eyes, I leaned in to kiss him. His lips met mine and I kissed him hard. His hands slid up my back unfastening my top and removing it as fast as I had put it on just a minute before. Before I knew it his lips were latched around one of my already hard nipples as I looked around to see if anyone else was around to see what we were doing, not that it really mattered at that point in time.
I moaned softly as he continued to suck hard at my nipple, his other hand pinching the other at the same time. I leaned back a little as he kissed down the middle of my body laying me back in the sand. He continued his kisses slowly down to my belly, running his tongue around my belly button playfully and then gently lifting my hips as he pulled my bottoms down my legs and off my feet.
"Mmmm." He said, licking me for the first time.
I spread my legs a little wider for him, and I moaned loudly as his tongue flicked wildly at my swollen clit. His finger gently caressed the outsides of my lips a few times before plunging between them and into my wet little hole. My hips began to move to meet the thrust of his finger and he added one more, almost sending me over the edge right then and there.
His tongue continued to massage my clit as his fingers slid in and out of me slowly. My own hands slid over my breasts as I pinched and pulled at my nipples causing them to become extremely hard and even more sensitive. Switching things around, I felt his tongue slide deep inside me as his fingers rested firmly on my clit and moved slowly in a circular motion.
I closed my eyes and pushed back against his tongue, feeling him moving in and out of me deeper and faster. I could feel the warm sand on my bare skin as my body moved trying to push myself to cum in his mouth.
Suddenly my body tensed up and I came hard. My juices flowed from me, into his mouth as he continued to lick all of me as fast as he could. I could hear his small moans of satisfaction as he sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. I felt him move away and half expected to feel his familiar cock slide deep inside me, but instead I felt something else. I opened my eyes and looked down as he slipped my favorite, now powerless vibrator deep inside me once again.
His fingers gently teased my lips and then inside of my thighs as he continued to slide the vibrator in and out of my wet pussy. I almost screamed as he slid the tip of his finger into my ass, at the same time as he ran his tongue over my clit. I could feel my next orgasm swelling up inside me and I knew by the way my body felt that it would be twice as hard as the first one. I started to cum as I tried to find something to grip on to, but all I succeeded in grabbing were handfuls of warm sand.
I laid there with my eyes closed catching my breath as I felt his lips on mine. Kissing him back, I rolled him over onto his back and straddled him again, the sweat rolling down my body onto his. I wasted no time in sliding off his boxers and sliding his cock deep inside me. He was rock hard and ready for me, and I couldn't wait to feel him filling me up inside.
He raised his hips to meet mine as I started to ride him a little harder, my hands carefully caressing his chest, as he slid his hands up and down the tops of my thighs. Gripping him tightly inside me, I slid him in and out faster and faster, and I could tell by the all too familiar noises he made that he was about to explode deep inside of me.
"Not yet." I whispered into his ear, as I slid him out of me.
Gently, I kissed his lips. Sliding the tip of my tongue across them, I continued down the front of his neck, across the top of his chest, down the middle of his rib cage, over the top of his belly button, straight down to him. I could taste myself on his cock as I took him deep into my mouth, letting him feel my tongue flick lightly against the head. I caressed the tops of his thighs, sliding a hand slowly between his legs to carefully caress his balls while my lips and tongue continued to caress his cock.
His hips moved to the speed of my lips and enjoyed tasting him as much as he enjoyed tasting me. I could feel him getting closer and closer to orgasm, but as much as I wanted to taste it all, I wanted to feel him cum inside me even more. Looking up at him, I slid the tip of my tongue all the way up his body and right back to his lips where I had started.
My lips slid gently around the head of his cock as he entered me again. Squeezing him tightly I began to ride him harder than before, as his body began to tremble. I reached down and began to play with my clit, wanting to cum with him. I felt myself start to cum just as he thrust into me for the last time. I moaned loudly as I lay there on top of him, his arms wrapped tightly around me.
"Not that I'm complaining, but um, where did that come from?" he asked, his voice still horse as his hand smoothed back my hair.
I thought for a minute, "I really don't know, I guess I just…wanted to make love to you again."
"Well you are welcome to that anytime baby."
I looked at him playfully, "Too bad we ate all the fruit, huh?"
He laughed as he sat up, pulling on a clean pair of boxers. I pulled my bikini back on and looked around for everyone else. They were still in the distance sorting through everything that had washed up on shore, and I had to laugh. If it hadn't been for Jas and his suitcase full of toys…I still couldn't believe he had remembered them.
"It was the toys huh Court?" He said, looking at me with a knowing look. He had a way of reading my mind.
"Maybe. Still amazes me that you remembered them."
"Well, I guess you could say I wanted to have a little fun, but this is way more than I expected." He said, kissing me again.
"I guess you really didn't forget anything then huh?" I asked, smiling back at him.
"No, but most importantly, I got you…a island full of fruit, and a suitcase full of toys. This really is heaven" He said, grinning back.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the sand, kissing him as we walked down the beach to meet the others. I couldn't wait to find out what he would be up to next.
The End.
Praying at an Empty Altar
She eyed me warily from across the checkouts. I stood there, pretending not to see her. Of course, then she would look down, doing her job, and I would return the action. We played this game all day, every day that we worked together.
It was even more fun when she avoided my eyes while walking a foot from me in the cafeteria, or when she would sit with her feet propped up in the bench ignoring my existence while I leaned over her to punch in or out on the time clock.
We hadn't spoken for at least a month. And it was beginning to wear on my charm, to say the least. A few months before I had toyed with the idea of dating her. S
he was luscious. Golden brown hair down to her waist; a round, pretty face with pouting lips and bright smiles; large dark eyes that bore into you; and a curvaceous body of a goddess. It wasn't a model's body. Not a starved, empty temple. She was all earthen goddess. Long, runner legs for a 5'5 frame. She was slightly muscular, which was natural since she had been a cart pusher for over 2 years.
She had a 46-33-43 measurement, and God was that a delicious frame for me. I wanted to bite her from head to toe. What was even more amazing about her wasn't her looks, but her personality and intelligence. Ann was one of those girls with 1450 SATs and 32 ACTs. She was loved and revered by everyone, an amazing worker, witty and funny- Hell, she had just proven to be too good for me.
I'm 30. Just turned, if that's any credit for my case. 30. Balding. Scabby where prying eyes can't see. Chubby in the winter, but I keep my shape by running every day for the better part of the year. I like Metal and Thrash. I live with a friend from college. My longtime girlfriend just dumped me for a man off the internet. Again, to my credit, she tried to get me back after seeing what she was saddled with... And I fucking work retail. At 30. In a dead-end, part time job.
Ann is 18. We have the same interests, I suppose that's credit, too. From what I've gathered about her over the last few months of talking, she has a strict father, her mother disappeared a few years ago, and she's very responsible. She's saved about 5,000 dollars up, is taking a year off school to continue saving, and is going to go back to college next fall to become a teacher. She lives at home, but she's saving her money up to buy a house eventually.
She has a car, a few bills, she originally got her job at this supermarket to help her father pay the bills while he fought his worker's comp case. The girl is amazing. So amazing that after two years, she's already landed a supervisor position in her section, and is in training for management. Remember, however, those two years were spent doing piddly jobs of a janitor. She turns 18, becomes a cashier, and her mind begins to bring everything together. She'll be in management in a few months, probably making more than me, a veteran of 10 years at this hellhole.
So, obviously, when the vision came to me of her interest... I reciprocated. She was... beautiful, smart- she was the American Dream. But then again, think about it. She's 18. Going to college. Beautiful. Would she really stay with a 30 year old, balding man when a new, more handsome, more intelligent, more youthful beau showed face?
We went to the movies first, and the entire night, my eyes faced the screen, but my mind and cock were firmly on her. We went out to lunch next, and she wore this low-cut shirt. On purpose. I had to go to the bathroom four or five times to compose myself so as to not make a scene by jumping on her.
Then of course, I started to realize that she was, to be perfectly honest, too good for me. At that restaurant, I remembered all the men that had stared at her when she walked in, while she was oblivious. So, I stopped talking to her except when she initiated it. Which, I came to realize, was a mistake. A week later she sent me about ten text messages through the day while I was at work pointing out that I was ignoring her, and how ignoring people when there was a problem was a failing in me.
It surprised me how perfectly she could deduce people, but something wasn't quite right about what she was doing. I called her after work to put any thought of us dating out of her head, and she laughed at me, she was cold. She was so biting that in her malicious laughter she cut the conversation short. At work she paid me as little attention as I paid her, less in most cases.
After awhile I began to feel uneasy. It's not exactly a good experience when you know a perfectly nice, albeit slightly off her rocker, girl ignores you plainly while advancing her own career in mockery of yours. Ann flounced by me, naturally flirting with all the boys and men she did before, cracking jokes at all the right times, making uproarious laughter spur up almost everywhere she went- She was driving me crazy.
One night she walked by me, brushing up against me, allowing me enough to catch a breeze of her smell. Citrus and something floral- and the defined scent of slightly aroused and sweating woman. It was ethereal meshed with earthen, and it drove me crazy. I drove home with a hard on like I hadn't had for years. All I wanted was to make her mine. Throw her to my bed and fuck her to the ends of the Earth.
My dreams were what truly began to unwind me. They were so good, so sweet, so rough that I would wake up, and no other woman could live up to them. I began to worry that nothing could live up to them. I couldn't bring myself to touch another woman in this time, and my desire was running in overdrive. Somehow, in her dark, knowing eyes, she was forcing this on me. She knew what effect she would have on me, but I don't think she exactly knew the effect this was going to have on her.
We came in at the same time today, and when I took my lunch, I came into the cafeteria to see her sitting in the corner with a soda reading a magazine. As usual, a science magazine. She was engrossed, but as she was adept at observing people and trusting intuition, she turned to look up at me when I came within a few feet of her. It was a brief, almost unnoticeable glance, but I caught it with my predatory eyes.
When we had spent lunches together, we would normally sit across from each other, but today I brought the chair around so that I was sitting on the side adjacent to her. She froze for a moment, then looked up at me darkly, inquiringly. She knew I would break and come to this point. But her responses to my breaking were all hypothetical at this time.
"Hello," she said in a low voice.
"Hi."
She flipped a page and continued reading. After looking up a few times, she realized I was trying to get her to speak first, and she knew it wasn't yet the time of my breaking. Standing, Ann began to walk away, while citing, "I have to punch back from break now."
"You're on lunch."
"I have to punch back from my meal then."
"You're taking a 15 minute lunch? I do believe those have to be authorized by your manager. I can call her if you'd like."
Her eyes shocked me with their black fury. They would have shocked you too if you had known what a sweet, soft spoken girl she was... could be. However, she had made it blatantly clear to me that there were many sides to her that people often didn't get the chance to know. Staunchly, she sat back down. "What do you wish to speak of Mike? Tell me, and tell me quickly. I have no patience for morons."
"I want to know why you're ignoring me. I don't feel I deserve it."
A small, malevolent smirk crept on her lips, almost like a mistaken shadow. "Am I ignoring you? I spoke to you a week or so ago. I've not directly and blatantly not spoken to you in return of your speech. Am I talking to you now? What is this if I'm ignoring you?"
Again, her ability at wordplay had me at a disadvantage. Remind me not to play with people that are smarter than I am. "Ok, fine. You want me to level with you?"
Her eyelids dropped in exasperation. "Obviously."
"I don't understand why we can't still be friends, if nothing else. I wasn't lying when I said I thought you were an amazing person."
She took in her breath deeply, a reverse sigh, and rolled her eyes. "You must really think I'm stupid. Naive. Something to that effect. Well, let me level with you then, Mike. You're attractive, I was attracted to you. However, I find that to be more of a threat than anything. You know I'm antisocial, that I am very friendly, but have very little trust left inside me and that outside of work I rarely go out. It's not just because of my father. He's a secondary player in this. If I truly wanted to go out and party every night, I could, and I would. There's no doubt about that. You make me feel somewhat compelled to tell you things, and that is a breach of the security of my inner defenses. Got it?
"The reason I sent those texts to you was almost exclusively due to the fact that the chance was sitting in front of me. I've been looking for a simple route to excluding you from my life. You gave me the chance and I took it. But it is true. You were ignoring me. Good timing has always been a stron
g suit for me."
Ann looked away from me and began to flip through the pages of her magazine again. How logical, how cold, how unforgiving she was. "So you would rather not be friends."
"I would love to be friends. If I didn't feel compelled to tell you things. You have that one special trait of a truthful face to the world that is different from the other liars in society. And you happen to be an attractive male. With lots of patience. Add that up and you find the type of guy I fall for. So rare, you're only the second I've met in my life. The first was married. You do the math. So, sorry."
Her eyes met mine... and what I saw shocked me. Hate, fear, and hunger. What a primitive animal this was before me, twisting in her seat. One hand gripped the table tightly, and I saw that the knuckles were white, although her face was stoical. "You've fooled many in your life, Ann."
The dark eyes continued to burn into me with a black fire. "The only thing I want from you now is something you couldn't possibly live up to."
