by Lynn Lake
BEACH BABY
A collection of five erotic stories
Edited by Miranda Forbes
ISBN 9781907761614
Copyright © Accent Press Ltd 2010
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These stories were originally published by Accent Press Ltd in 2008 in Seriously Sexy One
ISBN 9781906125820
Contents
Beach Baby Lynn Lake
Oz Beverly Langland
Italian Island Liaison Mark Farley
Hitch-hiking Izzy French
Mushroom Strudel Astrid L
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Beach Baby
by Lynn Lake
I’m a lifeguard at Miami Beach, and the most amazing thing happened to me on my first day on the job.
I’d just gotten my high school diploma and Red Cross lifeguarding certificate, when I was hired by the Miami Beach Patrol and Ocean Rescue department. I was totally psyched, thinking about all the money I was going to make and fun I was going to have at the beach all summer long, before I started college in the fall. But I was still plenty nervous when I showed up at Ocean Rescue headquarters on Ocean Drive for my first day of lifeguarding.
I got there real early so I could go for a run and a swim with some of the other newbies. Then right at 7:30a.m., we all assembled inside to get our instructions.
“Ready to save some lives?” Lieutenant Don barked, pumping us up.
I didn’t need any pumping. I was already so anxious I was almost peeing my one-piece, my nipples just about popping the thin material. But I yelled, “Yes, sir!” right along with everyone else.
Then I got my assignment: Tower #3 on South Beach, with Troy. He’d been a lifeguard forever, and I guess Lieutenant Don thought the guy could teach me a thing or two.
We snagged a ride out to the funky-coloured art deco lifeguard tower in the jeep, then climbed up into it. Lifeguard on-duty hours are 9:00a.m. to 7:00p.m., but there were already tonnes of people on the beach. It was going to be one wicked hot day.
I checked our gear, and then Troy got me to raise the green flag, which meant ‘calm conditions’ on the water. I thought then maybe I was going to have a pretty easy first day, and I started feeling less scared.
“Why don’t you do a walk-around, Lana,” Troy said, “while I man the tower? Make sure everyone’s following the rules and behaving themselves – the best way to deal with trouble is before it starts.”
Troy’s smart like that. So I scooped up my Rescue Can (an orange, oblong, plastic floatation device that we use to assist in rescues) and hit the beach. The sand was hot, but my feet soon got used to it. But I got nervous all over again; all those people in the water and on the beach – swimming, snorkelling, windsurfing, water skiing, sunbathing and playing games – looking to me for leadership.
I spotted some boys I knew from high school. They were tossing a football around, until they spotted me. Then they waved and started checking me out in my red two-piece. I just nodded, totally all-business. But … I couldn’t help notice their shiny, brown bods and the bulges in their Speedos. In fact, I got so distracted I wandered right into this little girl’s sandcastle.
I walked further down the beach, keeping a sharp lookout for beach rule violators and anyone having trouble in the water, making sure the windsurfers and jet skiers weren’t going where they weren’t supposed to. My body was all slick with sweat and suntan lotion, and my pussy was so damp I worried I was staining my swimsuit. I mean, there were guys – total hotties – everywhere, all golden and glistening and half-naked. And some of them were even coming up to me and hitting on me.
“Is your name Summer, ‘cause you’re hot?” this one older guy said, blocking my way.
He was super hot, too – big and built, with eyes you could swim in. I got so flustered I raised my arms to back him off a bit and accidentally whacked him right in the groin with my Rescue Can.
His friends thought that was really funny. And while they were all laughing, this blonde woman in a hot-pink thong (topless!) put her hand on my shoulder and said, “You’ve left me breathless – can I get some mouth-to-mouth?”
I just gaped at her big, naked, brown boobs, then blurted, “B-but you’re not even wet!”
“Wanna bet?” she said, smiling and licking her lips.
Everyone laughed some more at that one, and I turned five shades of red under my tan. Luckily, Troy rescued me by blowing his whistle. He was up in the tower, pointing out at the water. There was a man splashing around out there, drowning!
I raced down the beach and dove into the water, not even thinking, just doing, my training kicking in big-time. I swam out to the man and grabbed onto him. He was actually only in about five feet of water – I could touch bottom – but he was having all kinds of trouble, going under and swallowing water and thrashing around and stuff.
I got him to grab onto the Rescue Can and then I started swimming for shore, little me towing this big guy along behind her. I guess my adrenaline totally kicked in, because I had no problem dragging him out of the water and up onto the beach. Then me and another guy rolled him over onto his back, and I kneeled down beside him in the sand. His eyes were closed and his lips were blue. He wasn’t breathing. He was dying! But I knew what to do.
I tilted his head back and pinched his nose and locked my lips onto his, started blowing, giving him artificial respiration like I’d been taught. He started spluttering, and I quickly straddled his stomach and started pumping his chest, trying to get him to cough up the water in his lungs.
There was a big crowd gathered around us by then, but even in the middle of all that excitement, I have to admit that I felt the guy’s prick in between my legs. I couldn’t help it – for some reason he was hard like a piece of driftwood, and huge. His cock pressed into my bum and against my pussy, as I worked his hairy chest.
Fortunately, after about the fourth chest-pump, the guy gushed water and the colour started coming back into his face. He was going to live! The crowd cheered, but I kept on pumping.
He spewed up more salt water. His eyes fluttered open. And then, he suddenly grabbed onto me – grabbed onto my boobs! He was all disoriented, I realise, didn’t know what he was doing, but, man, he really latched onto my boobies. The crowd got all quiet. Then someone giggled, and they all started laughing. And so did I.
I didn’t mind if the guy was handling my boobs, as long as he was going to be okay. But with him gripping my tits like that, it sure made me conscious of the fact I was sitting right on top of his hard-on.
Eventually, he coughed one last time and became coherent enough to realise what he was doing. He dropped his arms in the sand like my chest was electrified. Then Troy pushed his way through the crowd and helped me pick the guy up, get him back on his feet. Not before I kind of slid back and forth on his dong, though – just to feel what it felt like. It was naughty of me, I know, but it felt good, my pussy getting all tingly.
“Sorry about the …” the guy said, pointing at my boobs.
Troy stared at me, and I blushed. The people in the crowd laughed once more and then started walking away.
“My legs just cramped up on me,” the man I’
d rescued said, “and I couldn’t keep my head above water. Thanks a lot for pulling me out. You saved my life.”
“All part of the job, sir,” Troy responded. “Why don’t you take him back to the medic station, Lana, so he can rest up a bit? Okay, sir?”
The guy nodded, and I put his arm around my shoulder and helped him up the beach, while Troy went back to the tower.
His name was Robert, and he was in his late-thirties or so, I guess, going kind of bald and a little podgy, but with a cute face. He thanked me ten times more before we got to the medic station.
Old Mr Jensen, the civilian desk clerk, was the only one around. He helped Robert fill out a form, the dirty old man staring at my boobs and butt the entire time. Then he watched me escort Robert into the patient room.
Robert grabbed onto the railing of the bed in the small room, still kind of shaky. I offered to get him a Gatorade or a chocolate bar or something – to help him get his strength back.
“No thank you,” he said politely. “I’ll be fine. I’m just a little dizzy, is all.” He smiled at me. “I used to be a lifeguard myself, you know, but I’m a bit out-of-shape now.”
“You’re not out-of-shape!” I blurted, staring at the big boner still bulging the front of his swimsuit.
“Well, uh, thanks,” he said.
I felt myself getting all hot and bothered again, so I quickly changed the subject. “Um, when were you a lifeguard?” I asked.
He told me he used to lifeguard in college – the same college I was going to in the fall. We chatted about lifeguarding and college, as I helped dry him off with a towel.
“Mind if I shake the sand out of my suit?” he asked.
“Oh, sure, no problem,” I said, turning around.
I heard him pull down his trunks, shake them out. Then I just about jumped out of my skin when I felt a towel on my shoulders, Robert’s hands on my shoulders.
“Let me dry you off,” he breathed in my ear, rubbing me with the towel. “You’ve been so good to me.”
I started trembling as he towelled me. Even though the guy was drying me off, I was actually getting wetter – where it counts.
He rubbed my bum and my legs. Then I felt something else rubbing against my bum – something not soft and fleecy; something hard and long. I spun around and almost fainted with surprise. Robert was totally naked, his big cock dangling between his legs and pointing straight at me!
I gulped. I mean, I’d seen a few boys’ pricks – when they’d whipped them out without even asking – but never a man’s cock before. Robert was humungous, pink and veiny, with a big, fat, shiny knob. I didn’t know what to do. I stumbled back against the door, locked it. I didn’t want old Mr. Jensen to come snooping around.
Robert smiled, his face beaming and his blue eyes sparkling. “Since you breathed life into me,” he said, “I thought I’d return the favour.”
I didn’t have a clue what the guy was talking about. But he walked up to me and put his arms around me and kissed me. And I went all soft and gooey inside, my pussy going liquid. His lips were so soft and he was so gentle – not like the slobbering horndogs who usually kissed me. I threw my arms around him and kissed him right back.
I could hardly believe what was happening – me and a man old enough to be my father, who I’d just pulled out of the ocean on my first day guarding the beach, making out in the medic station, him totally nude and me just about. It was too wild to be true!
But things got a million times wilder when Robert pulled his tongue out of my mouth and led me over to the bed, his prick bobbing along like a lifebuoy. He pushed me down onto the bed, and I sat there. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me. He pushed my legs apart and hooked his thick fingers into my one-piece and pulled the skimpy material aside, exposing my pussy.
He stared at my cooch, then up at me. I knew what he wanted to do now. I could hardly believe it. But I kind of nodded, all shaky and burny at once. He bent his head down and stuck out his tongue and licked my pussy.
“Ohmigod!” I yelped, my body jumping. I’d never had a boy do that to me before.
But Robert was a man, and he licked me again, and again, slowly, wet-stroking my slit from bumhole to clit. I just about melted. It felt soooo good. Way better than my fingers had ever felt.
I gripped the bed and gawked at Robert’s bobbing, bald head, as he lapped and lapped my cooch. It was awesome! I shimmered all over. And I must’ve tasted pretty good, too, because he slurped me forever. Before pulling my pink lips back and tickling my puffed-up button with his tongue.
“Mmmm!” I moaned, totally blown away, primed to gush girl-juice straight into the guy’s face.
He licked and sucked on my clit till I thought I would pass out. I bit my lip so hard it almost bled, clawing at the bed. Finally, he looked up at me, his lips and nose all shiny with my slime. “Have you ever gone all the way, Lana?” he asked.
I was too amped to even speak. I just shook my head real quick.
He stood up and pulled me off the bed. “Why don’t you get on top of me like you did on the beach?” he suggested.
Then he lay down on the bed, on his back, his huge boner twitching against his stomach. My legs were so rubbery I could barely stand, so I sort of fell over on top of him.
I managed to climb up onto my knees over top his erection. And then I pulled my suit to one side like he’d done, exposing my cunt again. Robert grabbed up his prick and poked its fat head right into my pussy lips. I had no idea how he was going to fit even a little bit of it inside me, I’m so tiny down there.
He groaned as he rubbed my slit with his dickhead, probably surprised to find how wet and juicy I was. Then he grabbed onto my waist with one hand, holding his cock with the other, and started slowly lowering me down on his towering boner. His knob popped inside me, and we both moaned. I closed my eyes and bit my lip again, my legs quivering like crazy. But I sat further down on the guy’s cock, Robert guiding me, impaling me.
It hurt just a little – at the start – but then it felt wonderful. I was straddling the guy just like I had on the beach, only this time his long, hard cock was stuck all the way inside my pussy. He started lifting me up and down and pumping his hips, his prick sliding back and forth in my cooch. I caught onto the rhythm, bouncing up and down on top of him.
“Fuck, yes!” he cried, his face all red.
I dug my fingernails into his hairy chest and really rode the guy, his prick almost splitting me in two. He grabbed onto my boobs just like before. Only this time he really groped them, squeezing and kneading and rolling my nipples. My whole body buzzed and my head got all dizzy.
We moved faster and faster, splashing together, his cock churning my tunnel. Then my pussy went into meltdown, and I flooded with heat – coming! I shook out-of-control with joy, experiencing my first-ever genuine man-inside-me orgasm. It was absolute bliss!
Robert gasped like a fish out of water, yanking his prick out of my burning cooch and spurting all over himself. I rode his big, furry balls, polishing his spasming shaft with my pussy lips and butt, the both of us squirting.
And the next day on the job, I wasn’t nervous one least little bit. I was an experienced lifeguard now. An exper-ienced woman.
Oz
by Beverly Langland
Dorothy had it right. There is no place like home. Especially when you are smarting and I hurt plenty. Usually, in time of trouble I ran for the comfortable safety of Mother’s arms. Even if that were possible she wouldn’t understand. Not now. Not after she had warned me that something bad would happen. Of course it did, as bad things tend to around me. Nothing global, but on the scale of personal fiascos this one ranked higher than most. That’s saying something in a miserable existence dominated by failure and disappointment. The evening started innocuously enough, though it rapidly turned into a debacle. As I said, I have a habit of doing the wrong thing, of swimming against the tide. It’s not intentional. I just never seem to quite fit in. Maybe if I was pretty, o
r clever, or had a great sense of humour. I’m not and I haven’t.
So, what brought about this current calamity? After all, choosing fancy dress for your first office party is hardly taxing – for most anyway. Why then, out of the hundreds of employees did I alone get it so wrong? Maybe I try too hard, too keen to impress in order to gain acceptance? I spent a tidy sum hiring a costume. After much dithering I eventually chose my namesake Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. How apt, for I could not have been more out of place. Only as I climbed the steps of the coach did I realise my mistake. Too late, I discovered the party had a pirate theme. The other passengers eyed me curiously – smirked openly at the little girl in pigtails. To top it all my boss Barry sat on the coach with his girlfriend. She is pretty, slim – was appropriately dressed. In that moment I hated her more than ever. I know that sounds bitchy but what chance have I with girls like Sandi in the frame?
The only honourable course of action was to hide. Yet, one can hardly blend into the background – my usual modus operandi at social gatherings – dressed in blue and white gingham. Especially when surrounded by cutthroats and pirates. Talk about being cast adrift on the high seas! No one bothered to talk to me unless to make fun or utter some snide remark. No one except Danielle that is, and she had her own dark motive. I am not a fighter. I take perverse pleasure in licking my wounds. They remind me I am alive. I was so engrossed in my own misery that it took some time before I realised she had not come to mock – not yet anyway. I looked up when she touched my arm gently – was captured immediately by her pale, watery eyes. Of course, she was dressed as a buccaneer, but a more beautiful buccaneer one could not imagine. Danielle looked stunning.
“Dot, right?”
I nodded, braced myself against the slash of her tongue, though in truth I wanted to run and hide. Beauty intimidates me. The girls in the office had warned me about Danielle. She was older than the rest of us, remained aloof and therefore an enigma. Still, I expected the worst. Why should she be any different?
