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   "Here we go again," she thought, as that oh so familiar feeling hit her
mind and body.  That feeling of sexual desire, triggered by a scene she was
watching.  There, in front of her was a handsome young man with great body,
standing semi-naked, holding his big cock in his hand.
   The man was alone.  She had caught him in a passionate moment.
   Tammy was just 24 years old and drop dead gorgeous.  She had the female
features that had many men melting at the mere sight of her.  Whether
wearing a skimpy bikini, micro mini or a sophisticated evening dress Tammy
was a beauty admired by all and of course desired by men.  She was well
aware about her magnetism, but she had just moved to this little seaside
town and what she was now witnessing made her feel lonely and horny at the
same time.
   Her light cotton yellow mini skirt could not have been shorter.  It
showed off her long tanned legs perfectly as she stood there, hidden behind
the bushes, the man couldn't see her.  She wore a tiny white g-string
underneath.  When leaning over, she would have presented a stunning sight
to someone behind her.  This time things were the other way around as she
was the viewer and her g-string was getting moist.  Her pussy was a
moisture machine.  She was helpless with its behaviours sometimes.  But it
certainly felt good to be aroused.
   The man was standing, eyes tightly shut, and one hand braced against a
big tree, cock jutting out of the fly of his boxers, jerking off.  Slowly,
his hand was moving back and forth.  She could see the huge bulging head
gleaming in the sunlight as the foreskin moved all the way back.
   The man made small inarticulate sounds of pleasure in the back of his
throat and the sound effect went straight to Tammy's pussy.  Her sensitive
clit was whispering, "Touch me, touch me, slip a finger into pussy, feel
the wetness, ooohhh, make your pussy feel some fingering..."
   The man was working his cock roughly, his breathing fast and shallow. 
The tip of his cock gleamed with pre-cum.  She was overwhelmed.
   The man had a body that chicks would drool over and his organ was a
dream com true pleasure tool.  His big hand was moving faster and more
erratically.  He was close.
   There was no way she should let herself watch the man come, Tammy
reasoned.  It was bad enough that she just stood there and watched a
complete stranger jerking off instead of quietly leaving him to it, there
was no way he could stay to see him coming.  This reasoning didn't have
much of a bearing for Tammy.  She wasn't able to move.
   She was getting very horny and wanted to start masturbating on the spot,
but chose to remain silent.  Tammy knew that she would become noisy and
probably get caught if she'd be carried away and start to masturbate to the
delicious view.  She felt ashamed, bored, frustrated and sad.  There hadn't
been plenty of cock to choose from during the last months.  The emptiness
between her legs was echoing to get some fulfilment.
   Tammy was resolute, she wanted just to forget all about it, and when she
would get home, everything would be as it was.  She'd never even think
about it again.  As she moved to her car, she could feel that her pussy was
soaking wet.  The visual image of the big pumping hand going back and forth
over the big dick was infiltrating her mind.
   Time seemed to stand still for a moment; she couldn't take off her eyes,
neither turn and walk away.  The sun was bright, the details too clear. 
She could see from the speed and hear from the moaning that he would be
cuming soon.
   IN THE LOCAL BAR
   Tammy found her eyes drawn to the man's hands.  She had seen those hands
before.  His face was familiar.  He was wearing jeans, sneakers and t-shirt
this time.  They were nice hands, strong, and big, hopefully gentle, she
thought.  Tammy knew she wanted those hands to touch her body.  He, the
stranger from the beach, was in the local bar.  Why, this was the second
time in a few days that she encountered the stranger?
   It had been three days since he'd walked in on the man.  Suddenly, she
finds him again in the local bar.  He is standing there silent and cool
looking, as if nothing had happened.  She was looking at his big hands
again.  The stranger was currently making faintly suggestive movements
around the neck of a beer bottle.  What was crossing his mind?
   Tammy moved closer to the man at the bar desk.  Her heart rate was
through the roof, and she'd almost forgotten how to breathe, they were so
close.  Mustering what little self-control she had left, she forced herself
to hold still, and try to regain a little equilibrium.  "May I have a
beer," She said to the bartender.  They were standing side by side.
   She was reflecting back.  The night after the episode at the beach,
Tammy lay in bed and remembered the man, imagining the view over and over
again.  Her hand strayed to flick her hardening clit softly while the other
squeezed a nipple gently.  Her wetness increased and soon she was gently
rubbing herself to erotic thoughts of the man wanking his huge organ and
the fun that her female assistance could have given in the right
circumstances.
   His hands, without the benefit of conscious thought, moved down the cold
and moist beer bottle again.  He took it in a firm grip and pointed it
towards Tammy.  "Cheers, nice to see such a good looking woman in this
place," he said with a big smile.  "My name is Marque and I'm new in town."
   Two days earlier at the beach, Tammy had seen him with a huge cock in
his hands, hard and glistening.  She remembered exactly the way he had
jerked.  She thought how he tightened his grip on the cock, and began a
slow, teasing motion.  It was incredible, huge, erotic, and mind-blowing.
Tammy found herself suddenly incapable of speech.  In her thoughts, she saw
him start to wank with a slow, deep rhythm.  Soon his fist was moving
faster.  Tammy imagined the delight of intense pressure in his cock; the
delicious friction had shown on his face.  His eyes closed, moaning he
continued to jerk his organ, faster and faster.
   For Tammy, suddenly, everything was too hot and burning.  She had seen
it all, his orgasm starting, how helpless he was to do anything but wank,
wank, wank...He had spurted in long, shuddering thrusts.  Then he had
collapsed with his back against the tree, and seated on the ground panting
for a few minutes.  His naked cock was hanging between his legs.
   The silence stretched out comfortably, and Tammy wondered vaguely why
she wasn't uncomfortable, or awkward, or trying to get away.  What made her
to move next to this man?  There were plenty of empty chairs and tables in
the bar.  She realized the attraction and magnetism.  He carried something
in his pants that she would need plenty on a short notice.
   There was a pause.  They sipped their beers.  Tammy thought about her
own self-induced orgasm in the car while driving home from the beach.  The
image of the man faded slowly away, she was not herself, she was still
panting, and something inside her controlled her movements.  All the
memories were brought into day-light or into the dim bar-light when she
watched the man caressing the body of the beer-bottle.  His index finger
was moving up and down the moist of the beer bottle.
   "How are you doing?" Marque asked with a curious look at the silent
beauty on his side.
   "Great," Tammy said, sounding less than convincing.  She could feel the
itch between her legs.
   In her normal state of mind, she could have said something along the
lines of, "How are things hanging for you dirty big-dicked jerking perv!"
She decide however to be polite, her body wasn't under her control.  She
was afraid to leave a wet spot on the high bar stool.
   The man, Marque, gulped beer from the bottle.  He didn't pour it into
the glass placed in front of him.
   She too was sipping her beer.  Tammy needed one.  Maybe it would take
away her inhibitions, and let her do all the things she wouldn't normally
let herself into, stuff that she really wanted to do, with this man; the
jerk.  She was feeling aroused.  They started speaking.  He was nice,
appeared to be a gentleman.
   A couple of beers later, to be true, she felt all her inhibitions slowly
fading away, found her standing there on his side hornier than she'd ever
been before in her life.
   Tammy hoped that an invisible hand would reach for the lips of her cunt
and spread them apart.  Itching, squeezing and moving against the stool
radiated pleasurable warmth, her arousal increased.  She liked the feeling
of getting her pussy filled from down under.  Nevertheless, what if she was
really filled out with a really big thing?  What size was his cock?  In her
fantasy, she measured a diameter of 5 cm, two inches and a length of 22 cm,
close to 9 inches, and all that meat inside her female pussy.  It would be
fantastic, she thought, to have it pumping.
   "I've to get these images out of my head for good.  Either that or go
out to the car for my vibrator." She whispered to herself.  Tammy worried
about her panties, they were soaking wet.  She knew that her hungry pussy
was dripping.
   She had fear that she would soon reach down to her abused cunt.  Her
wild thoughts were abusing her.  She was abused by the immense desire to be
fucked.  Tammy wanted to slide her fingers along her inner lips and feel
the pleasure of it, to show her swollen pussy to the man.  She wanted her
pussy stretched wide to take the head of his bulbous cock inside her
itching pussy.  It was dripping wet with the phenomenal lubrication that
was making her love channel ready for real action.
   Somehow, she felt that the vibrator would be her last resort.  Standing
on her side was by far the best and most pleasant option.  Her intention
was clear: this night is reserved for the real thing.
   Marque slipped his right hand inside the pocket of his jeans.  The bold
move made his stomach muscles contract, and the sensation went straight to
his cock.  He stood on her side and she leaned against him.  She looked
down.  Why did he have his hand in the pocket?  Was he hiding a hard-on? 
Tammy wasn't sure, but eager to find out.
   "So, you're new in town.  Have you been to the beach?  It has been
lovely summer."
   He looked up and nodded.  "Yes, I've been a few times, but it's quiet
down there.  The tourists haven't arrived yet, I think." He answered.
   "I like to go to the dunes for a walk," Tammy said.  She shook and
reminded herself of her duty to remind silent about what she had seen.
   She didn't know that he was slowly stroking himself through a hole in
his pocket that made it possible for him to touch his naked organ.  He
didn't wear boxers or panties underneath.  Marque was thinking about what
he had done at the beach, under that big tree.  His mind travelled to the
masturbation.  I need to be more careful with my obsession, someone like
Tammy could catch me masturbating, he thought.  I have to learn to behave
and control my compulsions, he thought.
   She's a hottie!  Marque's right hand was inside his pocket and gently
stroking a swollen and pre-cuming cock head.  His mind was drifting from
the beach wank to what was about to happen in the bar.  He couldn't hold
himself from not doing it.  Obviously, she's affectionate, he reasoned. 
What a lovely woman.
   He was setting up a plan how to get this woman for his sexual
gratification.  "Excuse me, could I ask something?" It was a dumb question,
but very inoffensive.  She looked at Marque with those bright big eyes, the
desired reaction.  "Is it true that there is a nude beach somewhere along
the beach line?" He continued.
   "Yes, and it's quite popular.  I've been there quite a few times." Tammy
said.  Her lips nicely parted from the last words she spoke.  "I enjoy
being there; it's quite a flesh market." She continued with a broad smile.
   "It would be nice to see you there," Marque said.  "Do you find it a
problem to be out in the public all naked?"
   "No, it's fun.  Men are ogling chicks and females looking at more or
less horny men, it's very entertaining." Tammy continued.  Her shapely legs
and firm tits only partly hidden under her clothes, her curvy body
attracted and teased.
   Marque imagined her naked.  "It must be very erotic to be there." He
responded.  "Do you go there alone?"
   "Are you asking, if I have a boyfriend?"
   "Do you have one?"
   "No I'm single, but looking."
   Her blouse was quite tight to her body.  Her black skirt ended above her
knees.  She had a good sense of proportions due to her education.
   Marque was measuring her.  He couldn't see directly her cunt but
imagined she had no hair down there.  She shaved.  Her outer swollen lips
and her big clit would be wonderful to be seen, soon, he thought.
   He fantasized how he touched her outer lips with his fingers.  "It was a
very good feeling," She would respond and ask for more.  The lips started
to swell and split with arousal.  Her inner lips appeared, like a flower
blossoming in fast-motion.  They had a fresh pink tone glistening with the
lubrication.  Her engorged clit was hanging downwards, like a ripe cherry.
Slowly he forced his middle finger into her slit until it was all inside
and slowly drew it out.  Then he added his index finger and introduced the
two fingers slowly into her slit until they were all inside.
   She was looking at him, "What are you thinking about?
   "I thought about you and how sexy you are," Marques said.
   It had the desired effect.  She did not know what would please him.  In
the days ahead, she would consider to wear even tighter mini skirts and
tight halter tops.  What did he expect from her?  Tammy couldn't wait to
hear what he had in mind.
   "At the nude beach, what happens if men or women get very aroused?"
Marque asked.  "Have you seen some acts of or sex or self-pleasure?" he
wanted to know.
   "First, I didn't know what kind of women were willingly expose
themselves for some of the men that liked to jerk their meaty cocks while
the chick's were watching," She began.  "But, sooner or later everyone
learns, gets adapted and take advantage of the opportunities." Tammy said.
"There can be lots of pleasurable moments during a hot summer day," she
continued.
   Tammy could feel the moisture of her hot cunt.  From the moment they had
met, against her will she was slowly starting to moisten beneath her skirt
and was thankful that it still covered her, sparing her the humiliation
that discovery would bring.  Yet deep in the recesses of her corrupted mind
she silently wished for such a discovery and the hoped for the hopefully
extra attention it would bring to her suddenly needy sex.
   She had taken forbidden pleasure, taken the release that wasn't allowed
in a public place.  
  
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