by Lynn Cole
Molly thought about what Lily had said again and she knew that Lily was right. She was too responsible. She worked too hard. And, she didn’t know how to have fun.
I am going to change this, she thought. I do not want to live my life this way. My mom knew how to live, and that is the way I want my life to be.
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Molly loved the way the ocean felt against her body. This was the way everyone should swim in Hawaii, with nothing between the warm water and your own skin. Of course, if you tried to swim like this on Waikiki, you'd have like a thousand Japanese tourists and pasty-skinned dudes from Iowa taking pictures. Whatever, this felt too good not to do it. Molly had been in the water for about an hour and she felt wonderful. She felt free. She felt alive. Finally, she decided it was time to head home although she was longing to stay in the water. Still, she knew it was time to leave before it became fully dark.
Molly kicked her feet and pushed her head above the waves to see where her beach was and to find her clothes. The shore looked very similar no matter where she looked. She was pretty sure she knew where she had entered the water so she started swimming towards that point on the shore. When she got into the shallow water she stood up. She still did not see her clothes right away but the sun was setting and she did not think anything of it. She stood in the surf line naked with water dripping off her firm breasts and body looking at the rocks for her clothes. That was when she heard a young man’s voice.
“Do you need a towel?”
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Holy shit! She thought. Sitting cross-legged on a beached surfboard about twenty feet in front of her was a handsome young-blonde kid about her own age. How do I explain this?
But then, another thought entered her mind. What if she did something that was totally out of character for her but would be in character for Lily? What if I just play this off and don’t act embarrassed at all…like swimming naked is something I do here every day?
Molly stared at the young man's upturned face and saw an embarrassed, though clearly aroused look in his eyes. He wants me. He wants me badly.
Okay, she thought, this wasn't what I planned for tonight but there's no time like the present to start living in the moment.
Then, Molly walked straight ahead towards the young man in a confident and unashamed way. She did not try to cover her naked body and felt her firm breasts slightly sway and jiggle as she crossed the sand to stand directly in front of him.
The young man might have expected many different things to have happened but this was certainly not one of them. He jumped to his feet from where he had been sitting so smugly on his surfboard and stumbled backwards against the hard lava rock wall as if he were being chased by wild dogs. He began to stammer. "I'm not a perv," he said. "I was just sitting here watching the sunset. I wasn't spying on you or anything..."
Molly was somewhat amused by the way he was acting. He certainly wasn't a pervert. In fact, she was the one who was acting like a pervert if anyone was. But she thought, What the hell? No one would ever know what she was about to do, because this kid was obviously a tourist who was surfing and hanging out but who would be heading back to the mainland before you knew it. After all, she had no intention of telling him who she was and imagined she would never see him again. One crazy fling was all she was after and then she would have started living her life more in the moment and less according to anyone else's set of rules.
She looked up at the freaked-out young man who was standing trapped against the lava wall in a small alcove about five feet in front of her. He clearly had no idea what to make of the situation. Molly surmised that nothing like this had ever happened to him before nor was it likely to ever happen to him again. His eyes were darting around as if he were looking for an escape route. Molly figured she had better do something fast or he would bolt past her and either run down the beach or dive into the ocean to get away from the crazy naked girl.
I'm doing this, she thought. Molly stepped forward quickly and dropped to her knees in front of the boy, reached up, and swiftly pulled his board shorts down around his ankles. While he might have been confused and a little bit frightened at having a beautiful naked young girl step from the ocean in front of him, that didn't mean his body wasn't responding or working correctly. When Molly yanked his shorts down, his erect cock sprang forward and nearly hit her in the face. The boy stopped stammering and leaned back against the wall as if he'd been hit in the chest by a big wave.
Molly had seen erections before in books, online, and during her one disappointing sexual encounter. She had even discussed how to give a blowjob to a boy with Lily, who seemed to be an expert in the procedure. Molly remembered the one thing Lily had told her to do was to just get into it, as if the particular cock you had in front of you was the most wonderful object you had ever seen and your sole purpose in life was to kiss, lick, and suck it. So that is exactly what Molly did.
She moved forward, grasping the young man's hips firmly with her hands and pulling her body in closer. Then she leaned in and licked his cock slowly from his ball sack, along the shaft of his throbbing erection to the swollen tip of his penis. When her tongue got to the end of his penis and she took the head of his cock into her mouth, he let out an involuntary moan. Now she knew she was doing the blowjob right – just like Lily said. Lily was a genius, obviously. Molly pulled the young man’s hips closer to her face and engulfed his cock in her wet mouth, taking the whole shaft inside her mouth and caressing him gently with her tongue.
She heard him mumble something, but she was so intent on sucking his cock, that she had no idea what he was saying. He could have been reciting the preamble to the Constitution for all she knew. Her awareness was completely on giving him the best blow job she could give. Lily’s advice was good. Molly was totally into it, and of course, the effect on her body was intense as well. She realized that her nipples were aching, and that her pubic hair was wet -- and not just from her swim in the warm Pacific Ocean. She wanted him inside of her like she had never wanted anything else before.
Molly felt the boy’s hips rhythmically pushing into her as she ran her mouth up and down his cock. She felt the small jerks of his stiff member and tasted the tangy, salty, pre-cum, dripping from his rock hard penis. She wanted him inside of her and suddenly she was worried he would cum before he was able to fuck her.
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Molly pulled her mouth away from the young man's cock. She did this reluctantly because she really was into the blowjob but her pussy was aching to have him making love to her. She hadn't expected to feel this way but it was what it was. She’d thought she would tease him and give him a blowjob but now she wanted him pounding his cock into her – she wanted him badly. She looked up into his face and he still looked somewhat stunned although she could tell he was enjoying this as much as she was.
Not wanting him to get away, she reached up and grasped his wet and stiff cock with her right hand and rose from her knees while pivoting to the right and bending over at the waist. She deftly threaded her left hand between her legs and grasped his stiff member so she could guide it into her pussy as she bent forward.
He moaned again, a sound of immense pleasure mixed with disbelief. She imagined he was thinking this was some kind of dream, or perhaps he was mulling over the probability that a mermaid had emerged from the sea to have her way with him. Molly almost giggled out loud thinking of him imagining her as some kind of sea-nymph, but then her world exploded when he thrust his throbbing cock completely inside of her. Oh my goddess!
She had no idea sex could feel this good. This was what Lily was always raving about: sex that was free, wild, and unpredictable. As he pounded into her from behind she could no longer think straight. She just pushed back into him and matched the rhythm of his frantic thrusts into her. She could hear his breathing and feel his balls slapping against her tight ass as she took him deeper and deeper into her. She was braced against a lava rock with her outstretched right arm, and she threw her left hand back t
o grasp him by the arm. She guided his hand toward her hair, encouraging him to pull on her damp, dark tresses as he plunged his hot, throbbing cock into her with an increasing rhythmic force.
This is so good! I never want this to stop! She saw the stars above the ocean brightening as the sky darkened, and with each thrust she imagined these stars bursting. Her breathing was coming in little gasps and she felt the orgasm building in her wet pussy as the boy rammed into her faster and faster. Then, it was as if she was going over a cliff and she lost awareness of everything around her. At that exact moment he released her hair and grabbed onto her hips and thrust into her three times…deeper, deeper, and deeper. She felt the explosion of his hot cum burst into her vagina with a final thrust that actually lifted her off the ground momentarily. She would have fallen if he had not been gripping her hips so firmly with his pelvis literally welded tight against her firm ass.
Oh my God! Why have I not been doing this all year? What was I afraid of?
She felt his body behind her slacken after the release of his hot cum. It felt so good to have his wetness inside of her she didn’t want him to pull out, but she could also sense his confusion returning. This made her feel even better because none of this made sense and the only one who really knew what was going on was her. This sense of knowing made her feel powerful -- in charge. She pushed back into him three or four more times gently sliding her still tingling vagina up and down his cock. Then, she pulled away from his penis and pivoted again to face him.
"Who are you?" He said. "I mean, what are you?" The boy stared quizzically down at her face.
Molly realized that this was the moment of truth. She could speak to him, give him her name, and maybe they could have some kind of relationship…or, she could say nothing and slip away and remain his fantasy forever. She was excited by the power she felt as a woman who was the only one in the sexual pairing that really knew what had happened on the beach. She threw herself against his body, pressing her warm, still erect nipples against his tanned chest. She reached down with her right hand and grasped his cock, which was still semi-erect. Then she pushed him up against the rock hard. Still holding his penis she rose up on her tip toes to kiss him passionately on the mouth. His arms when around her shoulders and he pulled her into him even tighter. This felt good, but the power she was feeling as a mysterious sea-nymph felt even better. She then pulled away from him, dropped to her knees and gently and lovingly kissed him on the tip of his penis. Then she rose and spun quickly away and sprinted to the ocean to dive beneath the waves.
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Molly swam underwater for as long as she could. She went further offshore and then lateral to where he had been on the beach. She surfaced for a breath now and then but tried to stay underwater and hidden, which was easy in the fading light. Once she thought she heard him calling out to the mermaid he'd just met. Molly swam 200 yards to the north of where she had met the young man and then angled into the beach. Sure enough, she found her running shoes and the rest of her clothes exactly where she had left them.
She quickly slipped on her panties, shorts and jog bra, and then scrambled off the beach and into the vegetation above. Then she sat down and put her shoes back on and jogged slowly back to her house. As she ran she glanced around once or twice to make sure she did not accidentally happen upon the young man from the beach. She never saw him, which was exactly the way she wanted it to be.
When Molly made it home, she slipped her shoes off on the lanai and then stripped and dropped her clothes by the door before walking into her house. She went up to her room, took a long hot shower, and then ran a bubble-bath to soak and think about what had happened. Before getting into the bubble-bath she grabbed some candles and lit them, turned off all of the lights in her room, and started some music on her iPod stereo. Relaxing there in the warm tub with Enya playing and the candles lit she thought back about what she had done, about the gift she had given to that young man. She re-lived the sex and she found herself sensually running her hands over her body as she thought about what she had done and how it had felt. Wow!
"Well," she said to herself. "I'm not sure if I will ever do anything as crazy as that again, but I sure am glad I did it once." But even as Molly said this to herself, she knew that she'd found a secret pleasure she probably could not really live without. She also knew that this would remain her secret, her private domain that she would never share with anyone. To share it would be to lose its power.
Molly wondered about the boy…about who he was and what he thought about what had happened on the beach. Would he tell anyone? Or would he understand that it was something special that had passed between the two of them, and that by keeping it secret he could hold onto the experience forever?
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The next day Molly awoke to Lily knocking on the back door of her house. She went downstairs and saw Lily standing there. Lily was wearing a very cute yellow bikini top she had bought up on the North Shore in Haliewa. She also had a wraparound skirt on, the kind she always wore when she was heading to the beach.
"You ready to head to the beach today, Mol?"
Molly smiled, thinking about what had happened yesterday on Sunset Beach.
"Yes, the beach sounds great. In fact, I went for a swim yesterday and it was the most amazing swim of my life."
Lily looked at Molly with a puzzled expression on her face. "Most amazing swim of your life, eh? That sounds cool, Mol…Sorta da kine… but I'd like to have a swim like that."
Molly giggled and placed both her hands on Lily's shoulders and looked her directly in the eyes.
"It is definitely da kine, but there is one thing I am certain about Lily, and that is that you certainly would want a swim like the one I had!"
Lily looked confused, but she ended up laughing hysterically with her friend. Then, they both gathered their things and walked down to the Kam to catch The Bus down to Kualoa Beach. Lily wasn't sure why Molly wanted to go to Kualoa rather than stay right there on Sunset Beach. But Molly had explained that the swim last night on Sunset was so good that she wanted to savor it for a while and not immediately go back. The truth was that she did not want to ruin the experience by running into the young man she had made love to the night before. In the end, Molly knew that the power she’d felt was in the mystery. Better to let him and Lily wonder a bit.
Molly’s summer had certainly begun in an interesting way. She wasn't sure how what she did the night before would affect her life or the way she lived but she was certain there would be an effect. She no longer felt as if she were missing something or as if she was waiting for her life to start. She felt more alive and more real than she had ever felt before. Now she was ready for the future. Now she was ready to be the woman she was meant to be. She also knew one other thing for certain – she had been seduced by her power as a woman.
The End
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The Aloha Stories are a linked set of stories that take place in Hawaii. One of the stories will be released every week or so until the collection is complete.
~Mahalo and Aloha from the islands!
~Lynn Cole
