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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I wrote this back in 1997 for a girl called Amanda, it is based on a real life experience of theirs which I expanded and grew for their pleasure. Perhaps one or two of you may enjoy it too :0)
The Beach
The deep rumble of the waves was behind me as I walked up the beach towards the large house. One of the doors leading onto a sun-deck was open, and in the subdued light I could see a pretty young girl sitting on her bed inside.
You didn't notice me outside, the gentle crashing of the sea masked any sounds I made and the light from the new moon was barely enough for me to see my own feet. You were busy painting your toenails, with one of your tanned legs up on the bed with your chin resting on your knee. You looked very calm and relaxed as you applied the red varnish and I didn't want to move any closer as I might alarm you, even though I knew you couldn't see me from indoors.
You were wearing a loose robe of a flimsy, see-through material and I longed for you to shift from your position so that I could get a better view of you.
The small bedside lamp cast you in a soft glow, and when you finally finished one foot I was entranced by the way you gracefully managed to stretch one leg out whilst bringing the other onto the bed. Your robe didn't seem to be hiding much and I was almost sure that you were wearing nothing under it. I could just make out the roundness of one of your breasts, the slightly darker aureole contrasting just enough with the milky whiteness of your bosom for me to see.
Although I had not meant to, I had already moved closer to your door. I could hear the muffled melody from some music in your room but could not identify it. Now I could see you more clearly, your hair was still damp, from a shower perhaps, or a relaxing bath, and I caught the scent of lavender in the air. You shifted again slightly, parting your legs a little and allowing me to see that you were not indeed wearing any panties.
My heart thumped inside my chest. What if I was caught? What if you were to see me and scream? The blood rushing through my body also had other effects, like trying to swell my flacid cock into a throbbing weapon. Had you seen me already, I wondered, hoping that perhaps I would get away with my secret peeking session after all.
With all these thoughts going around in my head, I had failed to notice that you had got up from the bed and were no longer in sight! Where had you gone? Had I seen the last of you?
Just then I heard a door close somewhere else in the room and you walked back towards the bed. Your robe did little to hide your beautiful body, and I admired your slender legs and nicely rounded hips as you bent to place something on a nearby table. My semi-hard dick strained a little more inside my shorts, leaking a small amount of pre-cum from its end.
I moved slightly closer, so that I could continue to watch you as you lay down on the bed letting the robe drop around you like a pool of liquid silk. The music had stopped but in its place I could here a slight moan or gasp every now and then. I could see your legs move slightly but I was too far below you to see you properly. I had to get closer to you to drink in more of your beauty, to drown in it.
I slowly climbed onto the sun-deck and half crawled, half slid towards you. The thick rod in my shorts made this awkward and I had to surpress a yelp as the material of my shorts cut into my shaft at one point. You seemed oblivious to all of this, and now I could see why. Your right hand was slowly moving over your pubic mound whilst your left was cupping your breast and massaging your nipple. Your whole body writhed in a sensuous motion, which only served to turn me on even further.
Your hands both made small circling motions over your body, your nipple was erect and red and sprung back every time your hand passed over it. Your other hand glistened slightly with the juice from your love hole. Now I was almost in the doorway, entranced, being drawn nearer to your loveliness like a moth to a flame.
You writhed again and slowly rolled your body towards me with your back arched and one leg flat on the bed. The other was bent and upright so that your pussy was exposed to me. I watched as to continued to press down on your fanny, coating your fingers in juice which had seeped from your fanny. One, then two fingers, disappeared into your hole as you stretched yourself with a little gasp.
I had taken a step inside your room and was now only 6 feet from you. I could feel your body heat and I was sure that you must have known I was there, but either didn't care, or were too far gone into your own fantasy world. You moved both hands down to your wet pussy and made all your fingers wet and spread your creamy love juice all over the insides of your thighs and down towards your ass. You made the puckered hole all wet too, and toyed with it a while.
Then you rolled over the other way bringing both knees higher. Your right hand stayed playing with your hot box whilst the other snaked around your rounded buttock and slid towards your asshole. Ploughing into your fanny with your right, you popped one finger of your left into your bum hole. Deep in, feeling the warmth inside and the special tingle it gave you. Quickly you pushed it in and out, fucking your ass with your finger. Then you slipped it out and reached further forward to re-lubricate your fingers in your dripping cunny.
My hands were warm from the hot blood pounding through my body and I was surprised that you didn't even flinch when I touched the smooth cheeks of your bottom. I could not resist the temptation, and it seemed as though you had enticed me all along. My hands started to circle your creamy flesh, parting your cheeks slightly to let you have better access to your own love holes.
Then you removed your hand from your backside and caressed mine, transferring some of the wetness from your fingers to mine. I needed no further encouragement, and gently wet my fingers in the soaking fanny in front of me. With equal care, I introduced one finger into your backside, your anal ring gripped my finger as it slid in. You were hot, and little beads of sweat started to mingle with your juices.
You were obviously enjoying being fingered in the ass and were shaking and quivering with little orgasms. I thought it was time for a larger one, and pulled out one finger and used the tips of two instead. Your lubricated ring accepted the ends of my fingers and I rotated them around to loosen your grip slightly. Every time you relaxed a bit more, I pushed a little further in. By the time I had their whole length in, you had two fingers pounding into your own hole, with two more working on your swollen clitty.
I could tell you needed to get to a large climax soon before you burst with energy. I sped up my fingers, fucking your ass and slapping the area around it with the rest of my hand at the same time. The little slaps sounded loud in the still night, and due to your wetness, Amanda, they sounded slightly damp, like running barefoot on warm wet sand.
As you started to climb towards your orgasm, more juice spurted from your fanny, wetting your thighs and hands. Not being one to waste, I licked along your tanned thigh and rounded up the beads of juice with my tongue. Hmmm, lovely. I didn't stop though, and moved on to your backside, licking your rounded orbs. Then down towards your bum hole, alternately diving in with my fingers then my tongue. This pushed you over the edge, and you grunted and squealed in pleasure, wrapped in a shroud of dazzling pinpricks of sensation. Not wanting to stop, but not being able to stand the pleasure any longer.
Finally I pulled away, and you slumped forward, hand still resting under your swollen cunny. I bent forward and placed a kiss on your creamy bottom, and decided that it was time for me to withdraw from your private fantasies. I looked back at you as I left your room, looking heavenly as you descended into the well of sleep. Your breathing slowed as my hard dick started to relax in my shorts.
Maybe I would rub myself later with fingers still wet from your body, but for now, my prick would have to wait. As I walked along the beach I wondered how long you had known I'd been there, and it excited me to think that you had planned it all along.
Perhaps my walk this weekend may be as equally pleasurable, we shall see.
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