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Subject: {ASSM} Poseidon Loves Me (Fsolo exhib scfi?)
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Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 04:10:01 -0400
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"Poseidon Loves Me" by Randy Knackers

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   Story Codes: Fsolo exhib scfi?

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   This is a work of fiction and in no way depicts actual events or
persons.

   Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental.

   If it is illegal for you to access material of this kind, please close
this file immediately and delete any copies you might have saved to your
computer.

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   This story was inspired by a passage in the book "Sex for One" by Betty
Dodson.

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   It was risky, because this wasn't a private beach.  But when the tide's
low, it's possible to get past some rocky outcroppings and to a more
secluded area which, in turn, was among more rocky outcroppings.  I scanned
the area to judge how close to the sandstone cliff the waves would
approach. I didn't want to get pounded into the rocks, and I also needed a
rock shelf that seemed somewhat dry for my stuff.

   I pretty much had the beach to myself.  That was the beauty of coming
here on a weekday morning.  Still, I looked around to be sure that there
was little chance of being seen.

   What was I doing?  I wasn't young anymore.  Both of my kids were in
college now.  My husband had left me while they were still in high school,
but at least he didn't challenge the child support payments.  He might have
been a lousy husband, but he was a good father.

   Thats not to say he was a lousy lover.  I was multi-orgasmic, and he
would accommodate that.  I missed what he could do with his cock, his
hands, his mouth.  I missed touching, sucking and fucking him.  But by my
mid-forties, hed decided I was no longer sexy enough.  True, my body never
bounced back to my pre-childbirth body.  My breasts sagged, there was a
little extra around my midsection, and my once long black hair was now only
shoulder length and mostly gray.  For a while, after I first got my
glasses, he said they made me sexier.  He used to love to come on my face
while I was wearing them, and I had to admit I enjoyed it too.  I used to
shave my bush for him.  He really seemed to like the hairless look, and it
was an almost surefire way to guarantee getting eaten out.  And he was good
at that too.  He used to kiss my fingers while I masturbated.  He'd even
come on my fingers while I'd masturbate.  I didnt mind swallowing in
exchange for him going down on me.  He was very good, and the way hed
totally lose control when I went down on him made me think I was pretty
damn good, too.

   But it was the pretty that I was really missing.  I rarely turned him
down for sex, but he did ask for some oddball things.  Well, to me they
were oddball.  I really didn't want to have a third partner with us.  And
that time in the shower when he wanted me to sit on his lap and pee on him,
well I thought that was weird too.  I know other people were into those
things, but they weren't my things.  Whether or not he gets that with his
newer younger lover, I don't know and I don't want to know.

   Anyway, there I was at an empty beach on a warm autumn morning, and it
was time to get busy.  I put my duffel on a rock shelf and stripped
completely, dabbing a little lavender scented massage oil on my wrists and
behind my ears.

   At first, I could only bring myself to go no more than ankle deep.  This
was the Pacific Ocean!  Around here, the water's just not warm.  Ever. 
Once my feet were adjusted to the biting cold, I waded in a bit farther
till I was knee deep in the swirling surf.  Bracing myself, I waited till
the wave receded and dropped to my knees.

   The next wave flowed right up over my thighs, hitting my belly and
breasts.  The cold was both shocking and invigorating.  As that wave
receded, I leaned forward putting my head at my knees.  As luck would have
it, the following wave was a big one.  Not only was I completely soaked by
the frigid water, the force of it knocked me on my side, pushing me up the
beach a little ways and even pulled me back a bit as it receded.  I
scrambled to my feet before the next wave hit and retreated to where I
would be only about ankle deep when average-sized waves hit.

   Kneeling in wet sand, I spread my legs and turned on my waterproof
friend.

   Even at its lowest setting, the vibrations against my clitoral hood were
immediately thrilling.  Sure, part of it might have been the fact that I
was completely nude and masturbating at a public beach in broad (no pun
intended) daylight.  But also, I just loved playing with myself.  Playing
with a partner was better, but flying solo wasn't bad.

   The next wave came up, splashing my thighs and pussy with the cold
Pacific waters.  The shock added to my excitement.  I wasn't just gasping
from the coldness.

   I waited till after the next wave to turn my friend up to the next
setting.  As the water receded and I felt it dripping from my bush, I
imagined it was from the tongue of the sea god Poseidon himself.  I began
to fantasize that I was one of his sirens in all my matronly glory. 
Another wave, this one a little larger, struck and I smacked my left hand
to my right breast.  clutching it tightly.  Thumbing the switch on my
vibrator, I turned it up to setting three.  My first orgasm was building
already.

   After another couple of waves I was biting my lower lip to keep from
crying out, and before long I was whimpering audibly.  Another huge wave
hit me at the same time as my climax, dousing me to my shoulders.  My skin
was hyper-sensitive at that point, and the coldness added all over my body
added to the focused stimulation of the vibrator right over my clit.

   After my orgasm raged through my body, I turned the vibrator off and
then back on again.  That was the fastest way to get it back to setting
one, without stepping through the three pulse settings.  I also moved my
friend away from my clitoral hood so that it was over my labia instead.

   This particular vibrator wasn't cylindrical in shape, so I really
couldn't push it up inside me.  But I chose this one because it's
waterproof.  The vibrating head was a little smaller than my fist, and
roughly that shape.  It was probably big enough of me to share it against
the pussy of another woman.

   The next wave didn't shock me nearly as much as that thought did.  I was
straight, wasn't I?  Why was I thinking about sharing a vibrator with
another woman's pussy pressed as close to mine as possible?  Even though
that was a strange thought, I hadn't had lesbian fantasies since my high
school days, it was an oddly exciting thought.  My fantasy shifted from
Poseidon to a nymph, masturbating with me.  In my mind's eye, I saw her
touching her own clit.  I imagined her pussy among the soft scales of her
fish-like lower body.

   As I turned the vibrator up to level three, I imagined I was straddling
her, the head of my friend getting pressed against her pussy by my weight.
She would cry out her orgasm as the waves crashed over her upper body as
well as my legs and belly.  Imagining her mouth filling with the ocean's
water, I also imagined it was Poseidon's cum.

   A massive wave hit me, perfectly timed with my second orgasm.

   This time, I turned the vibrator off and just knelt in the surf,
recovering and enjoying my second afterglow, gasping for breath.

   I suddenly wondered if I should seek out a woman for my next partner, as
that fantasy-fueled orgasm was truly amazing.  Of course, being out in the
open, kneeling in the waves probably had something to do with it.

   I let myself calm down completely, the waves lapping over my lap, before
I turned the vibrator on again, choosing the first pulse setting, the head
of my friend placed between my labia this time, and pressing directly
against my clit.

   I thought of Poseidon and his nymph this time, imagining her fingers
moving against me in time to the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator, while the
sea god himself stood over us, masturbating.

   I switched to the second pulse setting, my favorite.  Two short pulses
of light vibration followed by a third longer pulse of medium vibration. 
Waves continued flowing up over my thighs and splashing my droopy breasts,
as I got closer and closer to a major orgasm.  This time, it was the
nymph's tongue on me, licking me furiously while Poseidon wanked like there
was no tomorrow.

   I couldn't help it.  I couldn't hold back any longer.  I cried out my
orgasm to the pounding surf, visualizing that god's cock spraying me and
his nymph with his divine cum.  As that orgasm faded I had another mini
orgasm imagining the cum running down my body only to be lapped up and
swallowed by that eager nymph.

   Again, I turned the vibrator off and on to return it quickly to level
one, to keep stimulating myself gently as I came down.  My breathing was
ragged, my breasts tender with tightened erect nipples, and my whole body
pulsating as waves continued to wash over me.

   Turning my friend off, I just continued to kneel there, one very
satisfied BBW.

   As much as I just wanted to stay there, the tide would be coming back in
eventually.  I needed to be able to get back to the main part of the beach
before the breakers met the cliffs.  I staggered over to my stuff, and
dried and dressed, sighing happily as I prepared to return to my mundane
suburban life.

   I found myself sighing and gazing longingly at the ocean as I trudged
across the beach.  Up the path in the cliffside, along the path back to the
parking lot and to my car.

   Shit, is that a parking ticket?

   No, parking tickets usually dont have lipstick prints on them.

   "I just want you to know that youre beautiful," the note said.  "I'd
love to know more about you.  Text me, if you like."

   There was a number and a name.

   Alicia.

   At first, I was mortified.  Id been seen!  And by a woman!  How long had
she been watching me?  How much did she see?

   But then I remembered my fantasies with the nymph and I thought to
myself, "I hope she saw the whole thing, and I wish she could've seen what
was in my mind."

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   Comments?  Email me: randyknackers@yahoo.com

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