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Subject: {ASSM} A Bit of Beach Fun (MF, cheat)
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Date: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 06:10:01 -0400
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Taken from my website at http://bawdybloke.com/story-a-bit-of-beach-fun/

I saw her checking me out. She wanted me, without a doubt.

I saw her hiding behind her sunglasses as I wandered past her on the 
deserted beach, her desperately hoping not to be caught catching a 
glimpse of my topless torso.

Of course, I saw her earlier, walking in the lane past my beachside 
cottage as she talked on the phone. She'd just had an argument with her 
husband: he'd not been giving her any sex recently and she needed to 
escape. She sounded ideal: slightly bitter, incredibly horny and 
intending to spend all day on the beach.

I knew her. Her flowing red hair was sexy, the confidence in her stride 
more so. Her hips swayed on the summers day, rocking from one side to 
another as she seductively strode away from my abode.

I watched her bum moving, barely hidden by her tight green shorts. I 
admired her tanned legs too, toasted golden brown in the delightful 
weather of the Summer holiday.

I gave her an hour; enough time for the underlying bitterness to 
disappear and the romantic novel in her hand to have her lust simmering 
nicely. I had hoped for the remote beach to be deserted and it was, 
there were no cars in the lay-by opposite. That's to be expected: nobody 
ever came to the beach due to it's remote location, and it is private land.

She said nothing as I walked into the tiny inlet, facing the Sun 
glistening brightly on the white tops of the waves. She hid her 
wandering eyes behind her steamy novel, ignoring the burgeoning muscles 
in my arms, or the chiselled features of my chest.

She licked her lips of course, she squirmed on her towel, but she said 
nothing. Even as I stretched my muscles a few yards from her, she 
remained silent.

So I had to pull out the big gun. Although waving my manhood in her face 
would probably make her call the Police; I had to be subtle. I put my 
towel on the soft sand and removed my camouflage shorts, kicking off my 
flip-flops with a gentle flick of my ankle.

Tight white boxer shorts, hugging my figure closely, was all that 
remained on my body. Her eyes fluttered, staring at that corner of the 
page of her sex-filled book. But she was watching me, checking out my 
bulge in my shorts and whimpering inside at what her husband didn't give 
her.

But it was on offer.

I knew she wanted it. I could feel the boiling heat in her knickers, the 
lustful desperation that was burning inside of her. I could sense her 
overwhelming flood of agony: a torture between staying faithful and 
ceding to her instinctive desires.

I implored her with a glance of my eyes towards her to give in: give in 
to her lust, to her desperation and her arousals.

She needed it, and she deserved it; it was criminal negligence to allow 
any woman to be unsated and her husband has been derelict in his 
marriage vows. She must punish him; show him that she would not permit 
dissatisfaction in her bedroom.

But she didn't seize the opportunity; she battled against her needs. She 
tried to tear her eyes away from me. Her lips sparkled in the afternoon 
sun, her throat was dry. Her body flustered and hot as she flapped her 
book to cool herself down. She was a fighter, trying to stay faithful.

But everyone has a Plan B in life, and this was mine. If my tight white 
underwear, showing my bulge with subtlety, didn't do it then I needed my 
approach to be more blatant. A gentle jog to the break of the waves 
changed into a dive, falling into the cool water and swimming strongly 
to the edge of the cove.

WW_DoubtThe water was refreshing; covering my body with a cool tingle as 
I swam back towards her. She had barely moved an inch since I arrived on 
the beach and I imagined her frolicking naked with me in the surf: the 
soft, red hair flowing behind her as she danced to a carefree tune. I 
imagined her falling onto me and sliding her mouth down my prick, 
sucking my cock with wanton abandon. I imagined her begging for sex 
until I filled her pussy with my manhood and pounded her with desperate 
fury until I filled her with my cum. And finally I imagined her 
returning from my family's private beach to my useless and lazy 
brother's house on the hill, my cum dripping from her panties.

My dreaming made me hard in the water; my arousal bringing my cock to an 
obvious erection as I emerged from the sea, striding along the beach to 
my towel.

My erection was prominent in my shorts, fabulously see-through and so 
very blatant. The thick, hard prick was calling to her, calling to her 
senses and her femininity.

A few suppressed mews and a tremble of her seat was enough to have me at 
her side. "Are you OK, love?" She panted and nodded, remaining silent, 
as I wrapped my hands at the base of her shirt. "You look like you are 
hyperventilating a little. I'm just going to remove this to give you 
some air. OK?"

Her eyes stared at me, glanced at the tumescent prick in my wet shorts 
as I pulled her top over her head, liberating her breasts to the warm 
Sun. She gulped in anticipation as I sat behind her, pulling her onto my 
chest and whispering complements into her ear. "You have a lovely body, 
so very sexy."

I pressed the hardness of my cock into her back, allowing the slick, wet 
cotton to slide over her bare skin. My hands rubbed her luscious body 
and I kissed the back of her neck, softly murmuring in her ear. Her 
resolve cracked as my hands flitted over her bosom, catching her nipple 
with the lightest of dainty touches. A relieved sigh was the trigger for 
my fumbling hands to move onto the catch of her waistband. Fingers 
swirled over her crack, pressing gently as she fell into complete 
submission.

She was mine to play with; the gentle rubbing of her slit and pressing 
of her nipples made her a quivering mess of sexuality, begging me to 
plunder her pussy.

My wet underwear joined the golden sand in seconds as she frantically 
shed her clothes in haste: she wanted to fuck on the beach, lying on the 
golden softness as I held her ankles aloft with just one thing on my mind.

Her eyes were begging me; her expression one of desperation. Her pussy 
sucked the blunt head of my cock: no resistance, no hesitation, just 
slick moistness from a wonderful woman.

The first thrust had her groaning; she was climaxing by the tenth. The 
hypersexual bride unsated by my asexual brother was relieving her sexual 
tensions on the end of my cock. But the intensity of the union was a 
mind-fuck; I closed my eyes and squeezed my muscles to intensify my 
orgasm as much as possible, but I was coming too quickly.

But she does that. The quivering vibrations of her pussy against the 
intruding cock was always heavenly but that day her suppressed arousal 
was bringing me to new heights. With a few furiously intense thrusts, I 
came, releasing my semen into her and panting loudly.
She smiled as we parted, cum dripping obscenely from her pussy. Just as 
I wanted.

"Where's Amy?" She asked, thinking about my wife.

"We had a row," I admitted. "She didn't want sex. So she went off to 
have a sulk. Over by the hill, she likes it up there."

"My husband'll be trying to bother her," she replied with a giggle. 
"Would you like a game of chess, Amy? Or let me show you my vintage 
Monopoly set, Amy. Poor woman."

"Let him," I muttered. "Who cares about them? Did I ever show you the 
caves?" She shook her head. "Well, there's a legend that says any maiden 
who goes into this particular cave is ravished in the dark by an unknown 
man." Her eyes twinkled.

"Really?"

"Yep, straight up. No doubt about it."

"Then I better go and see them then."

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