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A Summer Infatuation  (Mf)
 
    Summer in Connecticut is about  the beach and all that goes with it.  
That is what my summers were about  all my young life.  My family lived in 
New York, the State, not the  City.  I went to school in New York; but come 
school letting out, we  shifted out to Connecticut fro most of the summer.  We 
had a summer home  there.  Not one of your palatial mansions sitting high 
on a bluff with a  swimming pool and tennis court.  
    We had an all season cottage or  house that wasn't fancy; but was more 
then sufficient for the length of the  summer.  And around us, a number of 
owners and families that spend the  summer on the Connecticut Shore.  And 
then many of the cottages and houses  are rented for a week or two or more.  
The turnover of newbies coming in  actually wasn't that much as the same 
people rent the same beach  houses.
    This summer I have Alana, my  friend from NY staying with me for a few 
weeks as we usually spend time together  and we are inseparable. 
    At fifteen neither of us are a  hot babe, though I thin Alana is hot.  
But I realize I am looking at it  from a girl's point of view, not a boy's.  
We are both tall and slender,  she with long blonde hair and me with long 
dark brown hair, almost black.   Her eyes as blue as virgin waters around an 
island could be.  Mine hazel  and bordering on brown or green depending on 
the moment.  As I said we are  both slender, I am taller and have a bit more 
hips then her; but she has a body  that is perfectly proportioned, almost 
like a model's.  Her face is  beautiful, lovely pert nose that I like to kiss. 
 My face more plainer,  nose a bit long, mouth a bit wide.  And the reason 
that I say that we are  not hot is that in our bikini's laying flat on a 
blanket on the sand, neither  one of us bulge our tops.  I am sure we will 
develop more in a year or so;  but think neither of us will ever have large 
breasts.  
    The difference in our chests are  that she has nice nipples that aren't 
too big or too small.  My nipples are  long and thick and look somewhat 
strange for my lack of breasts.  I look at  them in the mirror and think maybe 
they are a growth out of control.  Not  only am I self conscious of them, 
they are also very, very sensitive.  They  will do to me; what tickling will 
do to others.  I lose control of my  thought process.  
    Oh, if you are wondering, Alana  and I are not budding lesbians.  At 
least I don't think we are.  We  have compared bodies and touched with our 
hand and mouths; but we are doing  those things so we know what to do if we 
every attract a boy.  You should  know these things, just in case.  One of our 
secrets, now that we are old  enough to dress ourselves and not have our 
mothers, checking us out, is that we  both keep our pubes  bare of hair.  Not 
that we are or were hairy,  just that we saw pictures of women hairless and 
thought it looks  cool. 
    Laying on our beach towels on  the warm sand, glistening with lotion, 
and already having a nice tan.   Bottoms small vees of material, well as 
small as my mom would let me wear.   Of course when we know that parents aren't 
around, we roll them down a little  more to extend our tan areas.  We even 
have a dock along a private beach  that we can lay on and.....ummm get an all 
over tan if we keep watch.  Our  tops little triangles of material, not 
much more need for us really.  My  triangle have a bump in the middle of each, 
which seems to be my almost always  aroused nipples.
    The sun blotted out on my face  and chest, my eyes opening behind my 
sunglasses and looking up at the reason for  the sudden shade.  Nudging Alana, 
as I take in a young man.  Tall and  well built, nice wide shoulders.  His 
eyes being shaded as he looks out to  the water.  Not sure what is out there 
to attract his attention; but  thinking the two bikini girls laying in 
front of him don't seem to be.  
    The shade staying for a minute  or so and the young man moving around 
our blanket to walk to the wet sand  exposed by the lowering tide.  Alana and 
I turning to each other with a  giddy giggle and then another as we sit up 
and look at the young man, walking  ankle deep in the water.  
    "Yummy."  The man in his  twenties I would guess, tall and brawny, nice 
shoulders tapering to a narrow  waist and well not a six pack; but a flat 
tight stomach.  Comparing notes  as we sit close and add what more we like 
about this young man.  Mustache  on his upper lips, not too thick, sunglasses 
more of they type that it looks  like he wears glasses full time.  Brown 
hair a little long.  Not a  pretty boy; but seeming confident.  Boxer swim 
trunks; but they do pull  tight on his ass cheeks at time as he bends to pick up 
a  seashell.
    "Ah shit."  Finally  realizing who it is.  An old regular who has been 
in the military for a few  years and hasn't been to the beach in awhile.  
"That is Sandy and he is  old.  Like he is twenty- five or so.  But he does 
look hot."   Alana nodding agreement. as we continue to watch him walking in 
the water and  wading in the low tide out past the sand bar and then begin to 
swim in the  deeper water.

This beach is not like one in Jersey or out on Long  Island.  It has a 
break water and sand bars and you could walk a long ways  out at low tides and 
cross over a couple of sands bars waist deep.  At high  tide you have deep 
water.  It is why we see a lot of families with young  children staying here.  
Fairly safe, even if you aren't watching your  kids.
    "Come  on.  Let's go out in the water and maybe, well you know, maybe 
we might  talk to him when he comes back."  Kneeling on my towel and 
adjusting my  bottoms and top, plumping it so it looks fuller then it is.  Slapping 
Alana  as she laughs at my hopeless effort.  "Lil bitch."
    Alana doing  the same and both of us barely bulging the front of our 
bra tops.  Running  down to the water and making a lot of noise as we strike 
the water.  All  for effect.  Circling around in the shallows and the exposed 
floor.   Picking up seashells and hermit crabs and snails and throwing a 
spider crab at  Alana and her throwing a rock crab at me.  Both of us jumping 
and splashing  water as we scream in mock terror.
    Looking to  the deeper water where Sandy is swim along parallel along 
the shore.   Wondering when he might come back onto the beach.  Knowing where 
he is most  likely staying and the pathway he used to come down to the 
beach, we can expect  him to come back this way.
    Crossing his  path as he finally comes in after a long swim,  "hi, I 
remember you, I am  Patrice and this is Alana.  You are a very good  swimmer."
    "I remember  you also, you are that spoiled brat from three years ago." 
 Feeling a flush  of heat in my cheeks and looking at him hard, ready to 
come back at him with a  smart ass comment, and seeing him laughing.  "I was 
just kidding.  I  do remember you.  You were a little girl last time I saw 
you.  Now you  are a........bigger girl."  His laughter again as he runs past 
us to  shore.
    Looking at  Alana and seeing her ready to burst into a giggle, then 
laughter.  Still  smarting from his remarks and then laughing myself.  "That 
didn't go over  too well did it.  I made myself look like an adolescent."  
Another  burst of laughter from Alana as I chase her up and down the sand  bar.
    Not sure how  long Sandy will be here, as his family doesn't own a 
cottage, they just  rent.  Usual duration it two weeks at the most.  Waving a hi 
to him in  the afternoon and as he has rented a wooden rowboat.  Not even 
sure where  you get one of them anymore.  Aren't they all aluminum and 
fiberglass  now?
    Watching him  working out with the boat and it does look like a real 
working out as he  rows from way up the beach in one direction and then in the 
other.   Alana and I watching as he brings it into shore and we run out to 
help him  beach it above the high tide mark.  I think he would have no 
problem  pulling it up himself; but he thanked us and smiled at our  help.
    Some things  about Alana and me are very different.  I was brought up 
and love it  out here in Connecticut.  Something of a rarity, I get up early 
almost  every morning.  Alana lazes in bed sometimes till mid morning. 
    Slipping out  quietly as to not wake Alana,  My swim suit already 
pulled out as are my  shorts and top that I will wear over my bra.  Summer in 
Connecticut doesn't  mean it will be warm in the morning or evening or in the 
water.   Looking at my friend, so cute sleeping and smiling as I tiptoe out 
of the room  closing the door, clothes in hand.
    Changing in  the bathroom and then slipping down the stairs quietly so 
as to not wake the  house.  Insulation is minimal and sound carries very 
well from room to  room.  Blushing as I think on it one more time.  Hearing 
your parents  going at it with your best friend beside you is quite  
embarrassing.
    The coffee  pot ready to go and flipping the switch as I  look out the 
rising sun over  the water.  Damn, I overslept once again.  I love to watch 
the sun  rise on the water while sipping a cup of hot coffee.  Bad habit 
that my  parents allowed when I was young, so I do have a few cups of coffee in 
the  morning.  Finding my mug and slipping the pot from the burner as soon 
as  there is enough for me and grabbing a beach towel and my book and 
walking to the  front porch.  Thongs still sand as I slip my feet into them and 
listen to  the sound of my feet slapping the pavement as I cross the narrow 
street to the  beach side and down the right of way path to the beach proper.  
    It is warm  enough this morning so I set my book and towel and thongs 
down and walk out the  pier, it is about a foot and a half wide and on the 
end is a short piling.   Sitting down on the rounded head and enjoying the 
coffee and the soft lap of the  waves as they gently roll into shore.  Looking 
out and see the boats moored  past the sand bars and then hearing the creak 
of the rowboat out away's moving  parallel to the beach.  Looking to see 
that Sandy's boat isn't there and  that it must be him way out there getting a 
morning  workout.
    Picturing  his muscles flexing as he leans over and then pulls back 
with the oars.   His legs bracing on the deck of the boat.  Watching the boat 
till it is a  small dot and then moving back up the shore. Finishing the rest 
of my coffee and  sprinting back to the cottage.  Refilling my cup and 
walking as fast as I  can back down to the beach and out to my perch on the end 
of the  pier.
    The tide  maybe halfway up as he pulls close to shore and drops the 
small anchor in the  sandy bottom.  Then wades into the water, I am betting he 
is shivering a  bit as the water has to be cool.
    "Good  morning.  You are out and about early."  Giving him my best 
smile as I  turn on my perch to watch him pass me to step on the dry  beach.
    "Good  morning Patrice.  You are also up early.  What brings you out  
here?  Watching as he turns to me.  "I am usually out here having coffee in 
the morning.  I  like the solitude and to watch the sunrise on the water."
    "I could use  one about now, that water is a bit chilly."   I bet he is 
chilly as he  is just wearing a swimsuit.
    "I will  share with you if you don't mind my back wash.  I made it  
myself." Offering it in a raised hand.  Sandy jumping up on the pier  and 
deftly walking out to where I am sitting, handing him the large mug of  coffee 
and watching as he sips from it.  Then  another.
    Taking it  back as he "thanks" me and hoping he isn't watching turning 
the cup till I am  taking a sip out of the same spot.  Handing it back and 
watching as he  rotates it to drink out of the spot.  Blushing a little as he 
knows what I  did.
    "Do you  think you could take me rowing sometime?"  Looking earnestly, 
awaiting his  answer.  Smiling as he nods.  "I can't wait."  Cursing myself 
as  I sound like an immature girl. "
    "You want to  go out now, it is fairly calm and smooth?"  Already 
stripping off my top as  I set the mug on the piling.  Then undoing my shorts and 
stepping out of  them.  "Okay, all ready."
    His smile  wide as I follow him down the pier, my clothes in hand and 
placing them with my  towel, thongs and mug.
    Wading out  into the cool early morning water and stepping into the 
back of the  rowboat.  Thinking it is larger then dinghies that I have been.   
Sitting down and waiting as he steps in, drags the anchor on board and then  
ships his oars in the rings and using one to turn the boat slowly out to  
sea.  Then watching as he leans back into the oars and propels the small  
boat quickly out into the water.
    I wonder if  he has been on a rowing team the way he grips the end of 
the oar,  dips,  feathers and turns it deftly barely make a movement on the 
water.  Though  not muscular like a body builder you can the see muscles 
moving under the skin  as he rows with skill.  
    Just a  little breeze as you get out from the shore,  feeling just a 
little  cool.  Bikinis are not meant to warm the body, just to hide a simple 
flaw  and point your eyes in a direction.  Almost thinking I should have left 
my  top and shorts on; but I wanted to be a little risque.
    Supporting  my body with my arms behind me grabbing the back of the 
boat, legs extended  apart to support and give me balance as we hit an 
occasional wave the rocks the  boat   Small talk as we now move along the shore, 
heading to the  Clinton public beach.
    A sheen of  moisture collecting on his body from the exertion as I feel 
my own body  shivering and am well aware of my nipples reaction to the cool 
air.  The  cups of my bra filled with the mounds of my small breasts and 
dimpling in front  with the swollen tip of my nipples.  As I said my body type 
is tall and  lean; but around my hips their is more of a flare and 
fullness.  
    Seeing him  looking at me his eyes south of my chin as he speaks and 
feeling a flush of heat  on my cheeks and chest.  Well aware that he is 
looking at my breasts and  then down lower.  So hoping that my labia are not 
forming a "camel toe" in  my bottoms.  Wanting to look down and confirm that I 
look presentable; but  afraid that he will see me.
    "Would you  like to row for awhile?"  His words breaking into my self 
reflection.   Looking up at him.  "Yes let me give you a rest.  Don't want to 
tire  you out, big man that you are.  You will show me what to  do?"
    Shifting  position to the center seat and he has moved to the small 
seat in the bow as I  settle into position.  Grasping the oars in my long 
slender fingers.   Sinking them into the water and pulling back, feeling the boat 
move and then  leaning forward and pulling back again.  The process a 
little awkward as I  splash with one oar and dig deep with another.  No fluidity 
to my motion as  we move more with the current then with my propulsion.
    Feeling  hands on my back as Sandy kneels behind me and his arms slide 
down mine and  talking into my ear directs me on how to correct the myriad 
of mistakes I am  making in my futile attempt to be an oarswomen.  First his 
hands showing me  how to move the oar with my hands, then his hands on my 
waist, guiding me  through the motion of pulling and resetting.  The boat now 
moving in more  or less a straight line not with the power of his rowing.
    His hands  were warm on my body and actually made me nervous as tried 
to think the steps in  rowing properly and think about his hands.  Really 
happy I am not facing  him as my nipples have responded to his touch.  Thinking 
that I might need  to get a little bigger fitting top to hide when my tips 
become engorged.   Giggling to myself as I think that I just used the word 
engorged in describing  my nipples.  My breasts are not the only parts that 
have swelled a bit as I  can feel the tightness of my bottoms in my public 
area.  Now really worried  about a "camel toe" as my legs are braced apart to 
add their strength to the  rowing.
    "Coming  through,"  his hand on my back as I relax the oars and he 
slips pass to the  back of the boat.  The whole shifting of weight lifting the 
boat higher in  the front.  "Let me know if you tire."
    More small  talk as I see my attempt at rowing has shifted us out 
deeper then we were  planning.  Using one oar to turn the boat and then moving at 
an angle to  the shoreline, seeing the familiar summer homes as we get 
closer to the  beach.  
    The chill of  my body gone now as I can feel the beading of sweat as I 
strain on the thick  oars.  My muscles stretching and tightening and I can 
feel the strain as we  edge closer.  Looking at the beach and seeing a couple 
of people walking  along it searching for sea shells or sea glass.
    Shipping my  oars as I let the boat glide with the current as I rest my 
aching arms.  My  eyes have been looking at this man as I have rowed and I 
have seen him looking  at me.  Turning in my seat and finding the anchor and 
letting it over the  bow side, gauging that we are in about eight foot of 
water and the anchor will  slow out drift.
    Climbing  back to my center bench seat and looking at Sandy.  "Damn I 
should have  brought cologne," as I delicately sniff at the moisture on my 
body.  "I  don't smell much like a lady."
    His laughing  response.  "Why do you need to smell like a lady?"  
Sitting back  easily watching me.
    Not sure of  myself, "ladies attract the good looking men."  A blush as 
I realize how  bold I am with this man.  Waiting for his response; but not 
getting  any.  
    Looking  behind me and realizing the big pier at the private beach is 
unoccupied.   It is a higher pier at least three foot wide going out into the 
water to an open  platform that has to be a good fifteen by fifteen feet if 
not more.  And to  one side are a short ladder going down to a floating 
platform for tying up  boats.  The owners of this pier are not here this week 
as they usually are  not most of the season.
    Rowing  carefully  to it and docking the rowboat at the lower platform. 
 Then  stepping out of the boat to the floating platform.  Sandy following 
and  looking quizzically at me.  Stepping up to him and taking his hand, 
then  kissing him on the lips in a quick peck.  Again feeling a flush of heat 
in  my face at my boldness.
    His soft  brown eyes looking into mine and then his hands wrapping 
around my back and  pulling me into a kiss, this time lips parting.  "You do 
know I am much  older then you Patrice."  Nodding again his chest as I look up 
and kiss his  lips again.  Feeling him pull me tight against him, my body 
warm against  his.  Well aware of my hard nipples pressing into his chest and 
the  telltale bulge in his swim trunks against my tummy.
    His hands  moving up and down my back as we press close and swap a fair 
amount of  spit.  My hands on his lower back as we kiss long and hard in 
the seclusion  of the floating dock.  A catch in my throat as I feel his hand 
find the  roundness of my ass cheeks and squeeze them gently.  His grip 
pulling me  tighter to his groin and the  bulge.    
    Not  attempting to stop his hands as they reach to my bra and undo the 
catch in back  and the string around my neck.   The small triangles caught 
between us  and then fluttering to our feet as he steps back and his fingers 
find the small  mounds and the hard nipples.
    "I have so  wanted to see and touch them since I saw them swollen in 
your cups."   Fingers rolling them gently, as moan softly.  Then his lips 
lowering to  suckle on one and then the other.  My eyes closing as I feel the 
sensitive  sending jolts of pleasure to another part of my body.
    Taking a  deep breath as I kiss the top of his head as he continues to 
work on the long  thick nipples.  Whimpering as my body undulates in 
response to his oral  stimulation.  
    Have I  mentioned that my nipples are extremely sensitive and can be 
quickly over  stimulated.  Meaning that my resistance is quickly lowered.  My 
hands  now weakly pulling at his body to escape his mouth; but it is just 
that a very  weak attempt.
    Helplessly  unable to pull his head away, I let my hands move from his 
lower back to the  front and slip them against the bulge in his trunks.  
Tracing and squeezing  his aroused organ.  Trying to take his mind away from my 
breasts and  nipples, so that I might be able to regain some control.
    His hands  slipping down my torso, releasing my breasts and then 
slipping under the very  low waistband of my bikini bottoms.  A gasp as his 
fingers find the pouty  ridges of my labia and his mouth is stilling sucking 
greedily on my left  nipple.
    Pulling his  head from my chest with a wet pop.  My nipple tingling 
with pleasure as I  find his fingers have my bottoms halfway down my ass 
cheeks.  "Wait.   Slow up please."  My words pants of sound as I try to regain my 
self  control.
    Laying my  head on his chest as his hands stop moving, well aware that 
he is cupping my  mound with one hand and the other on my ass cheeks.  
Taking a long deep  breath and looking up at him again.  Slipping his hands from 
my bottoms and  just pushing them down my thighs.  
    My hands  moving to his swim trunks and undoing the string and pushing 
them down his legs  and feeling the touch of his cock as it springs free.  
Fingers grasping it  and curling around it as bite on his nipple.  Teasing 
the small button with  my lips and teeth.  Feeling his cock pulsing in my 
grasp as I slide my hand  up and down, jerking it in short strokes.
    Kneeling  down in front of him and looking at his shaft in my hand as I 
opened palmed  place it in my hand and then pet it with my other hand.  
Leaning over and  dribbling spit on the top side of his shaft and the curling 
my fingers to work  the moisture into the soft outer skin.  Feeling the 
steely core beneath as  I tighten my fingers and stroke long up and down his 
shaft with a twisting  motion of my wrist.  A gasp of  surprise or pleasure from 
him, as I roll his nut sack with one hand and use my  hand to jerk him with 
the other.
    I think he  is surprised at my willingness to allow his touch of my 
body and mine of  his.  He would be really shocked I think if he knew that I am 
one of those  cute Catholic girls with those ugly uniforms.  Well really 
not ugly; but  not flattering in the length.
    His hand  touching my hair stroking it as I kneel close to him, my 
budding body naked as I  stroke his swollen organ.  Not sure where I am going 
from here; but his  cock is not my first rodeo.  His over stimulation of my 
breasts has me  in a state of low resistance.
    Lifting his  cock in my hand and swiping my tongue over the knobby 
head.  Feeling his  jerk as I lick again and again, wetting it directly with my 
saliva now.   Tongue tasting the oozing precum from his slit.  Holding it 
against his  stomach and licking from base to gland and then easing my lips 
around the  mushroom cap.  Eyes closing as my lips seal around his cock head 
and I lift  up and lower my head slowly down his shaft.  Cheeks pulling in 
and out as I  take more of his vein bulging shaft into my mouth.  Gagging as 
the blunt  tip touches my throat entrance and pulling back slowly.  Drawing 
his cock  in and out of my warm wet mouth.
    Leaning down  and sucking one of his nuts into my mouth and pushing it 
around with my tongue,  then slipping it out to tease the other nut.  His 
warm shaft throbbing  against my cheek as I use my tongue again to flick and 
tease.  My mouth  slowly swallowing his cock, till my nose is rubbing on his 
pubic hair.   Holding it and then sucking noisily.  His hips beginning to 
jerk as I know  he is getting close.  His hands holding my head and now 
fucking back into  my mouth.
    His body is  past the point of no return as he swells and expels a wad 
of warm seed into the  back of my mouth and I let it settle and swallow it 
before the next release of  his sweet cum.  My hands wrapping around his 
shaft and moving up and down  milking with a twisting motion.  More and more of 
his seed filling my mouth  and tummy.
    Tongue  teasing the piss slit as the eruptions end and I tease a little 
more from the  distended head.  Then finally pulling it form my mouth and 
licking the tip  and a soft kiss on the those little lips of his cum slit.
    Happy that I  didn't spill a drop out of my mouth.  My tongue licking 
around my lips and  chin only to find some saliva from my mouth.
    Almost  afraid to look up at Sandy.  My eyes raising and seeing him 
looking  confused or unsure.  Choosing my words carefully.  "I hope that I did  
okay."
    Embarrassed  now as I stand naked my girlish body exposed and not sure 
where to go from  here.  Picking up my clothes and slipping them on as I 
look to see if  anyone can see us from the shore or the water.
    Watching as  Sandy steps into his swimsuit and pulls it over his semi 
hard cock.  Then  looking at his face and still seeing that he doesn't know 
how to respond to my  "performance."  Then leaning down and kissing me as he 
pulls me in a  comforting hug.  Thinking that maybe I should have been 
unsure on giving  oral.  
    Alana is the  world's best hand job girl, and I am the best blow job 
girl.  Well that is  how we have thought of ourselves.  For Catholic school 
girls we have had  semen on the fronts of our outfits on more then one 
occasion.  Boys in high  school sometimes aren't sure of when they are going to 
cum.  A touch of a  hand or lips on their private can trigger a spasm.
    The row back  light on conversation as he rows in strong pulls and we 
quickly are back to my  beach and we pull the rowboat up on shore.  Smiling 
at him as we stand  awkwardly in the sand.  "Thanks.  I enjoyed your teaching 
me to  row.  All of it was fun, can I row with you tomorrow  morning?
    Eyes hooded  for a second.  "I will see you in the morning Patrice, 
bring me a mug of  coffee?"  Running up the right away my empty mug in hand, 
wanting to see if  Alana is awake.  So excited by this adventure, not even 
realizing that I  gave a lot more then I got from this encounter.
    Recounting  to Alana, how he showed me how to row a boat.  Giggling.  I 
am on the  rowing team in high school.  And then telling her that I gave 
him some of  my best oral.  Only then realizing that I really got nothing in 
return; but  happy all the same.
    Spending my  days on the beach with Alana; but early morning going out 
to row with Sandy and  giving him some head and hand jobs to take the edge 
off, as he would like to do  more.  
    Walking down  the path, the two steaming mugs of coffee sloshing 
lightly around the rim as I  hold them from me to keep from being burned.  Setting 
down the coffee as I  look at the sky, my towel draped around my neck and 
thinking that we may be  getting a sprinkle of  rain before the morning is 
done.  A little  breeze coming into shore from off the water.
    Smiling at  Sandy as he trudges down the pathway and we push the 
rowboat over the stones and  sand of a low tide.  Out past the end of the pier 
before we get it into  water deep enough to float.  The taking the mugs of 
coffee and my towel,  placing it on my seat as I sit in the stern with my tank 
top and shorts still  covering my bikini.  Sandy just wearing his shorts and 
a tee shirt.   The coolness of the air causing me to shiver as he pushes off 
with one oar and  then slides them into the oarlocks.
    Shallow  strokes till we get deep enough and then his body straining as 
he gets into a  hard fast rhythm.  Undoing my tab and zipper and slipping 
my shorts off and  then my tank top.  The cool air with the movement of the 
boat, causing my  flesh to goose bump.  My nipples doing more then that as 
they turn into  hard tips of aching flesh.  The small patches of material not 
hiding the  swelling of my nipples against the tight cups.  Leaning back and 
teasing as  I spread my legs apart as he bend his body to the smooth 
movement of the boat in  the water.  
    Exchanging  small talk as I sip my coffee and look at how we are 
quickly reaching the  floating dock that has been the location of our more tactile 
conversation.   I can see the outline of his cock in his suit and know that 
I will have to take  care of his problem very shortly.
    Tying up to  the dock and stepping onto it with the two mugs of coffee 
as he holds the boat  against the pier, then holding the boat as I kneel on 
the edge as Sandy steps  onto the floating dock.  Sitting on the edge and 
talking softly as we watch  the sky lighten a little; but the sun not able to 
peak out from the cloud  cover.
    Setting down  my mug as he turns to me and takes my head in his hands 
and kisses me long and  hard.  He is a pretty good kisser, as his tongue 
pushes into my mouth and I  can taste the coffee on his tongue as he wiggles it 
against my cheeks.   Biting his lower lip and holding it as he lean close.  
His hands moving  down to the back of my top and undoing the clasp.  Feeling 
the bra loosen  and then his warm hands between us and pushing under the 
small cups.  My  eyes closing as his fingers pull and pinch the rock hard 
nipples.  
    Moaning into  his mouth now.  My hands reaching to the waistband of his 
suit and undoing  the string and pulling it loose.  Fingers feeling the 
warmth of his  confined cock as I tug the suit down and shaft out.  Slender 
fingers  wrapping around the warm pulsing meat and stroking it, feeling the 
soft flesh  sliding up and down the steely core.
    Another moan  as my fingers close on his on my nipple and pinch it 
closed hard on the fat  nub.  My eyes fluttering as I feel the jolts of pleasure 
radiating from the  hard tip.  Breaking the kiss and leaning down to kiss 
the tip of his  mushroom head.  Panting as my tongue slides over the smooth 
gland.   Flicking the tip of my tongue at the slit, as my hand continues to 
jack the hard  muscle.  Hissing has his fingers again mash the sensitive tip 
of my  breast.
    Drawing my  legs up on the dock and laying on my elbows as I suckle the 
fat knob.   Moaning on the head of the shaft as I suckle and lick.  Feeling 
my head  pulled back, hair hooked in his fingers as I look up and his lips 
mash on mine  once again.  Sucking on his tongue like I was his  cock.
    Sandy  whipping his feet onto the dock and pulling up on my knees, his 
hands pulling at  my bottoms and tugging them down my ass cheeks.  His 
fingers finding the  fat lips and squeezing them hard together.  Then two fingers 
spearing into  the wetness of my tunnel.  Moaning again as he fucks in and 
out with his  fingers.  Working my pussy like he would with his cock as I 
sit back on my  legs, spreading to ease his entry.  His lips still kissing 
mine as his  digits plunge deep and pull out again.  My one hand wrapped around 
his  cock; but not moving as I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of his 
fingers  filling my pussy.
    His mouth  breaking our kiss and then kissing the side of my neck, 
whispering into my  ear.  "I want to fuck you Patrice, I want to fuck you with 
my cock."   Hearing his words and shivering as I ride his fingers and feeling 
my resolve  slipping away as he slides in and out of my slippery hole.
    He already  knows that my hymen is missing and hasn't asked about that 
as he hasn't asked  about my oral skills; but I know he is wondering.
    My lips  nibbling his ear lobe as I press to his fingers.  "Do you have 
a condom,  protection?"  My voice a soft whisper as I moan against his ear. 
 I so  need more then his fingers in me.  So want more.  My body trembling 
as  he gently pushed me back, my legs curling from under me till I am supine 
under  his body as he lies on me from head to toe.  His hard cock pressed 
between  our tummys.
    Groaning as  he uses his legs to pry mine apart and kneels between my 
spread legs.   Looking up at him, the intensity of his face as he lowers and 
his cock is  outside of my body; but rubbing it against my outer labia.  
Feeling the  meaty shaft, massaging my cunt lips and just inches from entry.  
Shaking my  head, "please, do you have a condom, a rubber."  His eyes 
unfocused as he  humps at my tummy, his blunt head beating on the top of my  pubes.
    Reaching  between us and grasping his cock firmly in my hand and 
feeling him humping a few  strokes till he realizes I have his cock in my grasp.  
Stopping in a raised  pushup position above. me.  Seeing his need etched in 
his face as he looks  down.  His breathe warm and expelling in rapid gust 
against my face and  feeling drops of saliva dripping unto my neck as I lay 
under  him.
    "Please, get  up not like this Sandy."  My pleas finally reaching his 
thought process and  his body slipping to the side and I sit up and reach to 
the  rowboat. Grabbing my towel and pulling it to me. 
    My hand  reaching to my shorts, then stopping.  The rubber tucked in 
one pocket  remaining in place as I place the towel on the floating platform.  
Looking  around and seeing no one around us.
    The leaning  down to kneel on the towel, my legs spreading apart and as 
I settle on my arms  and legs.  My ass cheeks wiggling as I look back and 
seeing the amazement  on Sandy's face.
    "Come on  Sandy, fuck me from behind.  Take me doggy style."  I can 
feel the  wetness of my cunt lips partially open as my legs splay more.  
Needing his  cock in my pussy and deciding he can deal with me being a nasty girl  
later.  
    His cock  swaying and looking angry as he sits up and then kneels and 
then finally  positions himself behind me, between my ankles.  Feeling his 
hand move to  my waist and his knees walking up to my ass cheeks and then the 
warm touch of  his cock on the inside of my thighs.  A long low moan of 
pleasure as he  cock slips into my wet slippery hole.  My walls parting and then 
closing  again around his fat head and shaft.
    Trying to  hold myself still as I give his cock a well practiced 
welcoming kegel of a  squeeze.  Hearing his grunt of surprise as my cunt clenches 
on his  prick.  Then feeling him pull back and lunge forward again.  
Starting  slowly ; but increasing the speed of his long strokes into me.  Bracing  
with my hands against the initial strokes, then pushing back to his cock and 
 grunting as our bodies meet in a wet fleshy sound.  My wide hips taking 
the  blunt of his thrusts, as the ass cheek pillows soften the blow of his 
toned body  against me.
    Occasionally  giving a kegel of a few seconds and then releasing as he 
groans and moans over  my back.  Glad for the towel as his strokes are 
moving me slowly on the  float.  The towel keeping my knees from being rubbed raw 
on the wood.   My small breasts jiggling pleasantly under me as my body 
rock forward and back  with each thrust.
    His hands  tightening and squeezing my hips, the first sign of his 
impending release.   His body tight and the strokes short and hard.  The grunt 
and grind on my  ass cheeks and the swelling of his cock head deep in my cunt 
announcing of the  first spurt of creamy seed deep, coating my walls and 
the opening of my  womb.  His fucking starting again as he spray more of his 
pearly white  cream into the rippling walls of my cunt.  Clenching my cunt 
muscles hard  on his prick, massaging and rubbing and squeezing it with the 
lick walls.   Taking all of his deposited spunk deep in the recesses as I rock 
on my hands and  knees beneath him.  Wobbling on the floating dock as he 
finishes thrusting  into my body.  
    Moaning as  he slides out and sits back on the back of his legs.  My 
ass still  wriggling as I clench my walls to keep the cream from escaping.  
Turning  and sitting on my beach towel facing Sandy my legs tight holding the 
seed inside  of me.  Feeling the awkwardness as we sit facing each other.  
Then  taking an edge of the towel and wiping between my legs as my swollen 
cunt  lips.  The thick creamy cum being ejected from my slick cunt lips, as I  
clench again and again, till the worse of the cream is emptied from my  
insides.
    Embarrassed  again as we sit not talking as I perform this basic form 
of cleansing my  insides.  Daubing at the slit, knowing that I will be oozing 
for a while  yet.  "I am sorry Patrice, I didn't think we would go this far 
and need a  condom."  My eyes watching his as he protests that it should be 
okay, this  one time.
    Thinking to  myself, I have heard that before.  " I don't think this is 
my fertile  time."  That wasn't a bad fuck; but it didn't get me off.  And 
no  attempt to get me off manually.  This man has a lot to learn.  I think  
I will let him worry about the lack of birth control.  I have been on the  
pill for almost a year now.  My mom thought that giving into my request was  
better then the alternative, since she thinks I am a somewhat immoral  girl. 
 Tramp would be the word she has used to describe me a few  times.
    Stepping  back into the boat after dressing and a quiet ride back to my 
beach.   Helping him pull the  boat on shore and saying goodbye as he head 
up the  right a way.  Alana awake and waiting for me as I go into the beach 
house  and get another cup of coffee and bringing it down to the beach with 
Alana,  Telling her all about the fuck and how I am still horny.  Looking 
around  and towel over my lap, rubbing out a quick orgasm.  
    "You nasty  slut you."  Alana giggling as I rock in a release.  "There 
that will  take the edge off.  I am still leaking want to see?"  Teasing her 
as  we have done before.  Neither of us is a virgin or a one timer.  We  
are classified by our peers as the good time girls.  But we are also at the  
top of the class and involved in athletics and clubs.  It seems that after  
that Sandy lost his desire for a bit more involvement with me.  Not the  
first time a got that reaction after putting out for a boy.  Experienced  and 
aggressive don't go well with self conscious horny young  men.............
    
    
 
 
   
 
   
    
    
   
   
    
    
    
    
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