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Southern Exposure: The Woman - 2
by C. C. Ridley (auto480642@hushmail.com)
***
Our beautiful sixty year old heorine discovers that her
own, "southern exposure", can bring sexual delight to
herself and a younger very well endowed partner as her
sexcapes continue. (MF, oral, anal, rom)
***
The next winter our beautiful sixty years young woman
and her husband drove to Mexico to escape the cold of
New York City. They had recently purchased a 35'RV
equipped with all the amenities one would need for a
luxurious life on the road. This trip found them
heading to the eastern shore of the Sea of Cortez and
its remote white sand beaches for warmth and
recreation. He would fish and she would paint.
Crossing the Mexican border was not a problem. Within
two days, they found themselves pulling into a
beautiful secluded beach on the water's edge. A few
other RVs' were already encamped. Towards sunset, a
small unpretentious camper pulled in next to them.
As they sat sipping wine and watching the sun sink into
the sea, they saw a handsome man in his early fifties
exit the camper and begin to set up camp. Obviously
alone, they watched as he meticulously arranged his
site. In addition to the usual camping gear, he was
preparing a small outdoor artist's studio. "An amateur
painter like myself," she thought. "I must stop over
and say hello."
After they finished dinner, the woman told her husband
that she was going over to meet their neighbor.
Approaching, she saw no one outside. She went to the
door and knocked gently. Through the window of the
door, she could see the man was in the middle of
preparing dinner. She knocked again, louder. He turned
and came to the door. It opened to reveal a handsome
rugged looking fellow with a wide friendly smile of
beautiful white teeth.
"Ola, buenas noches, senor," she said. We're camping
next to you. I noticed you setting up an outdoor
studio. Do you paint?" He replied, "Buenas noches,
senora. Bienvenidos a mi casa. I'm Richard Laury and
I'm an artist." She was taken aback by his firm
resonant voice and handsome face, but most of all by
his audacity to define himself as an artist. She had
known many people with wide ranging careers, but nobody
presumed to define himself as an artist.
"An artist, so pretentious!" she thought to herself.
Slowly and deliberately she said out loud, "I've never
met an artist before."
"Well then, come in and I'll show you some of my work."
As she stepped inside she quickly added, "I paint,
too."
"Wonderful, maybe tomorrow you can show me what you
do." What he revealed to her from his collection of
paintings was extraordinary. She could not believe the
skill and range of expression. He truly was a gifted
artist.
She was overwhelmed by the quality of the work and told
him so. She then quickly explained that she was a mere
amateur and would be quite embarrassed to show him
anything she had done. She excused herself and turned
to leave, reminding him that he was in the middle of
preparing dinner.
He caught her hand and drew her back for a moment. His
touch was a bold move, but she really liked it. He
rapidly explained that he was also an art professor and
taught painting. "Stop back tomorrow when you have some
time and I'll be happy to show you some of my
techniques."
"Oh, I will." Turning, she left the camper.
At her campsite, she found her husband struggling to
get a fire going on the sand. Distracted by his
predicament, he did not look up as she told him of her
encounter. "I am so embarrassed. I really misjudged our
neighbor. He really is quite the artist. "Great," he
said, "the hell with this fire, let's get to bed."
Morning began with a quiet solo walk on the beach by
the woman. She found the artist already set up in a
tiny cove. He was sketching some nearby ground plants
in very fine detail. He heard her coming and looked up
to smile and wave hello. "You've come for your lesson?"
At first surprised, she then responded with a hearty,
"Sure!" He stopped his work and asked her to follow him
back to his camper.
Once inside, he set up a small table with paper and
drawing pencils. He began to sketch a image of a small
bird from memory. It magically appeared before her eyes
as he deftly sketched. "It's your turn, now," he said
handing her a clean sheet of paper and a pencil. "Draw
something you are familiar with. Draw it from memory."
She tried, but her hand froze in midline. She was too
abashed in his presence. He gently took her hand in his
and helped her to sketch a small bowl on a table. What
surprised the woman was not the ease at which he moved
her hand to create the image, but rather the intense
sensual feelings flowing between the two of them. Her
mind was certainly not on an art lesson.
The feeling was unbelievable. She stopped and turned
towards him. He moved very close and bent down placing
his lips on hers. They held this embrace for a least a
minute, tasting each other's sweetness. As they slowly
separated he said, "I'm sorry." She responded
resolutely, "I'm not! I'll see you later."
Her head was spinning. She spent the rest of the day
walking, thinking, and drawing. She made sure she
stayed as far from Richard as possible.
That night she made love to her husband with such lust
and excitement that he was left breathless. "What
happened to you, today?" he asked.
"Nothing," she replied, "just a brief art lesson."
***
The next morning the woman awakened to the sounds of
Richard's camper preparing to leave. She rushed outside
wearing little more than a cotton nightshirt and
panties. She caught him climbing into the driver's seat
of the truck. Short of breath, she asked, "Are you
leaving now, without saying, 'Goodbye'?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I must move on,"
he explained.
"But I was hoping for another art lesson," she replied.
He stood and looked at her, noticing the round full
breasts outlined under her shirt. The cool morning air
made them stand firm and the nipples hard. He pulled
her towards himself, kissed her and softly cupped each
breast in his warm palms. "I'm moving down the coast,
maybe we'll run into each other again, soon." He
squeezed each breast, then turned and entered the cab.
As he stepped away, the woman was sure she saw a
growing fullness outlined in the front of his jeans.
She smiled and waved goodbye. She rushed back to her
bed. Her husband was not going out until he had fully
satisfied her yearnings. Pulling her clothes off, she
slipped in next to him. She grasped his penis and
fondled it and sucked it until it became hard.
"What's going on? You never want to make love in the
morning," he said. She let his cock slip from her
mouth. She smiled and looked up at him. "So, what is
going on, young lady?" he asked.
"Art!" she said. With that, she drew his cock into the
swollen wetness between her legs. There would be no
early morning fishing trip, today.
***
A week later, the woman ran into the artist at a small
bodega while both were shopping for food. After a warm,
but proper greeting, the woman asked him where he was
camping. "I'm at a small beach not far from here. It
would be nice if you could camp there, but the road is
too narrow for a rig as big as yours."
She returned to her RV with the directions and a plan.
"You know honey, there is a beautiful beach nearby. The
only thing is that it might be tight for our rig to get
there. You ready for a challenge? I'm sure it'll be
worth it."
Her husband loved a challenge. "If it is really nice
and the fishing is great, let's go!"
"Oh, I did hear that the fishing was amazing," she
said.
In less than fifteen minutes the RV was trapped on a
sandy road leading down to the beach. "How'd I get
myself into this?" he asked.
"Don't worry hon, we'll get down there," she replied.
The woman jumped out and with careful guidance and an
hour's time got the big camper down to a beautiful spot
on the water next to her artist friend.
They set up camp, had lunch, and got ready for the
afternoon activities. The husband packed up his fishing
gear and the woman freshened herself and changed into a
loose t-shirt and shorts. She wore no underwear. She
wanted to feel free. Out they went, he to fish and she
to take another art lesson.
She boldly entered the artist's camper without
knocking. Richard was wearing a fresh shirt and very
tight jeans. "I've been expecting you," he said,
handing her a piece of paper and a drawing pencil. She
laid them aside.
Walking close to him, she put her hands on his face and
drew his lips to hers. She began kissing him softly and
then much harder. Richard responded by encircling her
body with his arms. He drew her close. She thought of
his strong hands molding her breasts at their last
encounter. Richard lifted her shirt over her head
letting her beautiful breasts tumble out to his
delight. He kissed them and rubbed the nipples until
they hardened.
Once they were erect, he sucked them voraciously. Like
a diver coming up for air, he pulled away and gasped.
For a moment he stood and stared at her jutting nipples
covered in his glistening salvia. Then, he slid his
powerful hands down to her waist, caught the band of
her shorts and drew them down to her knees. His hands
surrounded and captured the naked round cheeks of her
bottom. His fingers slipped down the space between her
cheeks.
Finding warmth and wetness, his right index finger
grazed her hole searching for compliance. Gently
circling, it yielded to his advances. His finger
entered. She rolled her head back and softly moaned.
"Wait, you have me totally exposed. It's my turn," she
said. Withdrawing his hands from her bottom, she
stepped back and removed his shirt. She marveled at his
muscular and well defined chest covered in light brown
hair. Next she undid his pants and pulled them down to
the floor.
She was overwhelmed with desire as she stared at his
massive brown thighs and beautiful thick cock standing
straight between them. She had never seen a penis that
full. Her eyes moved down to his balls. Huge and heavy,
they hung between his legs. "I have truly found a
bull," she thought.
Wasting no time, the woman went down and surrounded the
massive head with her mouth. A trickle of cum formed at
the opening. Wantonly, she licked it away. As she
sucked on the head, she could feel it growing larger
and the blood pounding under the skin. By now, her
pussy was filled with her own hot cream and her clit
was swollen, pushing straight out of its sheath. She
slipped her tongue down along his massive scrotum. As
she kissed and sucked, his sack drew tightly up around
his balls.
He pulled her up and away from his penis. He knew he
could not last much longer with this intense foreplay.
He kissed her ravenously on the mouth, breasts, belly,
and pussy. He could not get enough of her skin, her
smell and her wetness. He wanted to possess all of her
at once, to absorb her completely.
He placed her on his bed. Spreading her pussy lips, he
drew her clit into his mouth flicking and sucking it to
the woman's total delight. His tongue slid down and
deep into her pussy hole, catching the warm cream only
to withdraw and slide back up to deposit it on her
clit. He repeated this many times. Her clit responded
by swelling more and turning cherry red.
The woman spread her legs in an act of pleading to be
entered and fulfilled. Richard drew back and placed his
thick cock against her outer lips. The woman heard
herself commanding him to enter her. As he pressed
forward, she realized that he would need help with such
a large erection. With her right hand, she took the
head of his penis and with the left, she spread her
lips wide. Slowly, she drew him into her heat and
wetness.
Her cunt felt like a flower spreading its petals. She
had never been so full. His penis stretched and filled
her completely. As she led more of his cock in, he
slowly pressed his body against hers. Their breasts and
bellies touched. She could feel his warmth and his soft
hair against her skin.
Fully inserted, he began to move to the rhythm of her
body. He was going to make sure she had a totally
awesome orgasm. His left hand slid under her bottom
searching for her anus. With so much wetness flowing
everywhere, it was easy for him to penetrate. What a
total fullness and sense of submission she felt.
Richard seemed to be everywhere inside her, pleasuring
her fully.
Filling her pussy so completely with his thick cock,
left no room for friction. As he moved back and forth,
her vagina moved with him. Her hot sheath moved in
unison with his penis. She had never experienced this
feeling before. From deep inside, the most enormous
orgasm erupted from her body. She shook uncontrollably.
She screamed with delight and moaned with pleasure.
Ripples went through her vagina. Again and again, she
reached the apex of pure pleasure. Minutes went by as
she slowly regained a sense of normalcy.
She finally relaxed and felt Richard slowly
withdrawing. She knew he had not come. His penis came
out with an audible "pop" and stood huge and firmly
suspended over her slit. What was next?
He drew back, rolled her legs up over her head and
pushed her knees softly towards her head. The woman's
pussy and ass were fully exposed to his view. Cream was
running from her pouting inner lips down to her anus.
He buried his tongue in her anus licking greedily. He
explored deep within her rectum. His tongue pulled out
and moved over her pussy and clit. Down it moved again,
over and into her ass.
Suddenly excited again, she begged him to enter.
"Please, be gentle," she said, thinking there was no
way such a massive cock could enter her rectum. "I
will, but I've got to fuck your gorgeous ass." She felt
so exposed, so naked, and so excited.
He entered very slowly. He pressed the head in and
withdrew. He did this several times until her hole
relaxed and dilated. Then as if by magic, her rectum
drew the hard thick cock in, desperate to consume all
of it at once. Like a hungry mouth she swallowed him up
to the base. Their pubic bones touched and fused. Their
hair mingled. His balls swayed slowly against her
crack. She saw deep pleasure form on his face.
He was somewhere far away and yet so close. Then he
came. It seemed to start from his legs and move up his
body through his penis and across his back. He shot and
pumped cum deep inside her. She sensed its warmth
rising in her. This powerful spasm, felt deep in her
swollen ass, brought her to another huge orgasm. She
had never had two so close together.
She felt him relax. His body softened and slid down and
away. His penis moved out. She felt the fullness
disappear. Her legs dropped down as he nestled deeply
into her. His once mighty penis lay flaccid against her
stomach. She felt the warm last drops flow from his
penis on to her belly. The same warm flow of cum moved
down the slit of her ass. His arms enveloped her as
quiescence enveloped them both. Their love fluids
flowed all over her pussy and ass. The smell of his sex
was imprinted on her mind.
It may have been hours, she was not sure, but she knew
it was time to leave. After all, what about her
husband?. Sliding out from under Richard, she put on
her clothes and quietly left. He never stirred.
The woman headed for the warm ocean water. As she
walked on the sand, she thought of the total physical
feeling of fullness in her ass and pussy. Both holes
were still swollen and dilated. She also thought that
she had never been so totally sexually satisfied in her
life.
She entered the sea fully clothed, then removed them,
and let the warm salt water wash her body clean. She
experienced a oneness with nature that she never felt
before. There was so much to think about. She thought
how only a year earlier her sexual desires were
awakened by a chance encounter with another older
artist and this year she moved further into this
exploration with another chance encounter with a
younger artist.
It seemed so strange. Dark thoughts began to cloud her
thoughts. She had a wonderful spouse. Sure. fishing was
his thing, but they loved each other very much. Could
she continue to do these kinds of things without
seriously damaging her marriage? The contentment was
disappearing from her mind. She looked around quickly
and ran out of the water to her RV holding her clothes
in her hands.
As she rinsed and changed into fresh clothes, she made
a very important decision. She heard her husband enter
the vehicle. "Hi honey, how was the fishing?" she
asked.
"Great, I could stay here for a whole week," he said.
She moved close to him and kissed him lightly. "Listen,
I know you won't understand this, but I really feel we
have to head home. I can't take this camping any
longer. We just have to go. I'm sorry." This time she
kissed him deeply. She continued, "Let's go for a slow
walk on the beach. I'm feeling a little sore right now.
And then let's pack up and leave."
They left the RV. As they walked together down the
shore he said, "I know, the art lessons were too hard.
You don't feel like you can do it anymore. Right?"
"Kinda. You have always been so perceptive in your own
way. So what do you say?" she responded.
He replied, "You know darling, I've always said, 'What
gives you pleasure, gives me pleasure.'"
"I really, really love you," she said. Taking his hand,
they returned to the camper and prepared to leave.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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