This is a work of fiction. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts. It is not intended for minors.


Stacy Lancaster: San Diego (MF)
By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)




Synopsys: Stacy and Jared spend their third anniversary in San Diego. They can’t keep their hands off each other.


Part 2: Fun, sun, voyeurism and the chase


It was mid-afternoon when the Lancasters hit the beach outside their little hotel. The sun was hot and high in the sky over the Pacific. Mission beach stretched out before them. It was Thursday so it wasn't very crowded. There was the usual collection of sun worshipers and a few families with kids who were probably out-of-towners.

The couple paused at the retaining wall. Jared looked back and up at their hotel, picking out the second-floor window of their room. The recent and intense memory of his nude wife displaying herself before it surged through his synapses. The window was highly reflective from this side. Jared was strangely conflicted; his initial reaction was relief that no one had been able to see her. But there was a part of his male ego that wanted everyone to see Stacy in all her glory... and know that she was his.

His gaze returned to his wife. Stacy was looking out across the sand and surf. He had to smile at her obvious enthusiasm. She had one hand on top of her big floppy sun-hat and held her other up and forward in a sort of unconscious "oh goody" gesture. Standing beside her, he could see her eyes glinting behind her sunglasses. She had a grin on her face that made her look about eight years old.

Stacy was usually such a calm and serious sort of person. It was so rare that he got to see this side of his bride... she was downright giddy right now and seeing her like that made his heart sing. He was used to appreciating her wisdom and intelligence. He loved her company and thought she was sexy as hell. But sharing this kind of simple, raw joy with her was a rare treat.

On the other hand, speaking of sexy... it occurred to Jared that everyone would indeed be seeing his wife in all her glory. The black swimsuit with the gray trim that she had worn during their original honeymoon still looked fantastic on her. (Well, it had only been three years.)

Jared shook himself, turning away from her suddenly very arousing profile. Down boy. There will be plenty of time for that later. He looked out across the beach.

Aside from a few families and some older people who seemed to just be out wandering around, most of the people on the beach at this time of the week were habitual offenders; the sorts of people that somehow gave the impression that they spent their entire lives on the beach.

Standing between the boardwalk and the beach, Stacy and Jared were surrounded by a sea of skin. The beach wasn't crowded but no matter what direction they looked their eyes were met by glistening bronze skin.

It seemed kind of unfair to Jared. His pale northern complexion not only looked out of place, he looked downright unhealthy. His soft belly (though not excessive), baggy trunks and gawking expression didn't help either.

What was unfair was that Stacy was just as pale but she made it look exotic. Especially in this environment. Jared had already seen a number of male heads swivel to give her a second and third glance. All the bronze, glistening fitness around them probably began to seem common-place. Stacy's porcelain completion, stout but shapely legs and one-piece swimsuit that displayed her charms without seeming desperate or cheap was like a note of class among the rabble.

Hell, even her silly hat managed to look playful and stylish.

He wrapped an arm around the back of her waist possessively. She turned her face to him, her smile suggesting that she knew what he was thinking. He kissing her briefly on the lips and smiled back.

Laughing, she hopped down the stairs to the sand. Behind her sunglasses, her eyes roamed the acres of flesh on display. Tightly packed trunks and rippling physiques led her mind down a thousand paths of fantasy. Even the barely-covered tits and beavers of the women excited her in a side-ways sort of way as she imagined the lust they evoke in a man's loins.

The quick and satisfying fuck her husband had just given her had her body charged to a highly sexual state. Her breasts throbbed with every beat of her heart, their tips protruding tall and hard against the warming material of her suit. And as she ogled those around her she could tell that many of the tanned denizens of the beach were watching her in return. Each time she caught a stare scanning her body, a shiver of desire shot through her core.

The crotch of her suit was damp from arousal and her husband's recent leavings. She was certain that a number of the staring eyes around her were focused on that dark patch.

She was far from the most attractive woman there. Compared to the bevy of bikini-clad beauties with flat, hard stomachs and tits proudly on display, she was rather plain. But having pale skin, some meat on her bones and a flattering but basically modest suit made her a novelty here. Any other time, she would have been embarrassed by the attention and her obvious, public arousal. She normally didn't like attention anything like this.

In her day to day life, she wore bras primarily to conceal her nipples; her modest and firm breasts didn't need support. She dressed down, wore little makeup and hardly paid any attention to her hair. While she knew she was relatively attractive, "looking good" wasn't normally one of her priorities. She had better things to do and had seen enough of the disruptions and hassles that beautiful women had to deal with that it just never made sense to her to spend time trying to look like a model. Whenever she wanted a guy's attention, she'd just smile at him. That was guaranteed to get her that second glance that would show him that she had all the goods he could ever hope for.

Now Stacy was on display in a much more overt manner and she had the attention of pretty much everyone.

These weren't people she had to work with; they were strangers she'd never see again. Let them look. Let them undress her with their eyes. Let them feel stirrings of lust. Her own passion would feed on their need, flooding her being with a fantastic energy.

She almost jumped when Jared caught up and rested his arm across the back of her hips again. She shuddered and breathed deeply through flared nostrils. Her insides seized up... it wasn't an orgasm by any stretch but it was a very excited kind of twitch that dribbled a little more wetness into the crotch of her suit.

God, she though to herself, maybe I should try to control myself a little bit. At this rate I'll mount the next pole-shaped object I see.

When she opened her eyes and forced herself to breath normally, she glanced at her husband. He had the biggest grin she'd ever seen on his face. She knew that he had felt her body tremble and probably could guess just how aroused she was. And he had this look in his eyes that said very loudly how proud he was to possess her. She was about to dig an elbow into his gut when she had a better idea. She looked down at his tented trunks. Yeah, he was very "happy".

She turned her body to his and dug a hand down the front of his shorts. That definitely took him off guard. She gripped his shaft tightly. He was fully hard and pulsating. A bubble of pre-cum spread across her wrist.

Stacy shuddered. She'd wanted to shock and tease her husband but her bold move had backfired on her. Jared's member was hot, firm and throbbing, obviously eager to slide into her body. And she wanted it there so badly she could almost cry.

Jerking her hand from his shorts, Stacy wiped the dampness across her stomach. Damn it! Her abdomen fluttered and her knees threatened to go weak. She forced her hands to her sides and closed her eyes. She took a few steps back from her husband and balled up her hands. She tried to calm her pulse and clear her head.

She waited until she had regained her composure before opening her eyes. Jared was standing there, leering at her. His erection was pushing up under the waistband of his trunks, its plum-shaped head clearly outlined by the material.

In self-conscious frustration she turned her back on him and started for the water. Her steps were tense and unsteady... of course, the loose sand didn't help. She kept her head down and her eyes in front of here. If she saw another pair of bulging swim trunks she'd probably lose her mind.

Jared watched his wife flee across the sand. Their little encounter had caught the attention of several bystanders. A dozen or so male eyeballs tracked in her wake, watching Stacy's ass flex and her puffed-up nipples dance against her suit. A number of female eyeballs drifted back and forth between husband and wife. Everyone who had witnessed the exchange wore big, knowing smiles.

Jared ran after his wife, adjusting his trunks awkwardly to restrain his bouncing erection. She was splashing into the water as he caught up to her and the first wave splashed across their knees as he wrapped his arm around her. The both staggered, laughing as they first pulled each other off balance and then used their spouse the catch and right themselves.

His arms lowered to her stomach and he pulled her tightly to him. The next wave struck and shoved Stacy against him, her suit-clad buns wrapping around his hard dick. Still giggling uncontrollably, she rubbed herself up and down her man.

After the next wave had gone by, she began to move into deeper water, towing Jared behind her. With each step their bodies jostled and bounced against one another. Jared snuck one of his hands into the deep neck of her suit. The heat from her softly throbbing nipple was intense and he could feel goose pimples covering her flesh.

When the water was nearly chest high, she turned in his embrace. The breaking waves were slapping them in their faces and tossing them around a little bit but neither cared. Between two layers of cloth, the helmet of Jared’s cock was rubbing a path between Stacy’s groin and navel. His arms were around her and her chin was on his shoulder. Their chests were pressed together and Jared could feel his wife’s nipples occasionally bounce across his own.

They kissed longingly, their eyes open, staring deeply into one another. Their tongues played about their mouths and each breathed in the scents of sea and suntan lotion.

They let the surf rock and splash them as they let their passion simmer in a new and subtle way.

It would have been wonderful to make love right there in the surf but there were dozens of people around them and some of them were already staring. Eventually the cold water and screaming kids intruded on their mental seclusion. With a final wistful kiss, they parted.

They spent the next two hours walking up and down the beach, occasionally venturing into the water to play among the waves. Stacy was like a little girl, giggling and playing "catch me if you can" with her husband. Jared also caught her spending long minutes seemingly lost in thought, her eyes riveted to a well-sculpted male figure. Jared let his own eyes wander at will, unabashedly appreciating the bathing beauties around them. But regardless of who each happened to be looking at, their hands would always drift to their partner, either to clasp the other's or to caress some other part of their body.

Jared's cock was never less than half hard and Stacy was constantly flush. Twice she had made a diversion into the water for the sole purpose of disguising the damp crotch stain her heated pussy continued to make.

When the Lancasters happened upon another couple that seemed to be every bit as involved in each other as they were, they couldn't help but stop and stare. The couple was striking. The man was obviously much older than his companion. There was grey at his temples and the bronze color of his body had taken the journey from tanned to weathered. However, he was a very fit man, his chest broad and his hips narrow. His brief swimwear left little to the imagination. Stacy tried to take her eyes off his obviously erect cock but could not. The wasteband of his trunks was just barely containing it.

The woman could have been as old as thirty but that made her considerably younger than the man. She was tall and skinny, almost flat-chested. This did not prevent her from flaunting her fit form. The suit she wore was silver grey and absolutely scandalous. A thin V of fabric joined between her legs, clinging to her mound and making it obvious that she had no hair down there. Jared watched closely to look for signs of her bush. What he saw was what he thought might be the bump of her clitoris.

The thin straps that went over her shoulders were little more than an inch across where they covered her nipples. Hints of dark areola were visible beyond that trace of fabric and anyone who cared to look could see the hard, thinly-clad bumps of her nipples. Her breasts were cone shaped, small and firm.

When Stacy and Jared first noticed the couple, they were standing inches apart caressing one another. Though she was not short, he was a good six inches taller than her. Rather than kiss, he drew her body tightly to his, melding their flesh together. His hands gripped her nearly naked ass. She sent one hand running up and down his back while the other wormed its way into the back of his briefs and seized onto what was clearly a trim and muscular ass.

Jared and Stacy weren't the only ones watching the couple. Stacy noticed both the man and the woman cast hidden glances at the people around them. It appeared that they wanted an audience.

When they got to the point where she was visibly rubbing her stomach along his hard sex, the man pulled her down to the sand. Lying on top of him, she slid her body up far enough to kiss him. Stacy saw the woman's hand pass down between their bodies to grip her companion's manhood. Unable to control herself, Stacy plastered herself against her husband's back and reached around to grip his cock through the material of his trunks. Jared shuddered, almost as much from the feel of his wife's body against his as from her bold ownership of his manhood.

They both watched one of the man's hands dig deeply between the woman's thighs and delve under the scandalous suit's crotch. It was blatantly obvious to everyone watching that the couple was masturbating one another.

It took an enormous effort on Stacy's part to keep from stroking her man. She merely held his meat in a firm grip while she breathed heavily in his ear. Her pussy was clamoring for attention but she simply wasn't exhibitionist enough to do something about it on a public beach.

The other couple clearly did not suffer from such inhibition. The movement of the man’s hand was visible enough to make it clear to Stacy that he had two fingers playing in the woman’s pussy. And while she had not yet seen any of the man’s hard cock flesh, the urgent, stroking movement of the woman’s hands in his briefs made it very easy to envision its pulsing solidity.

The dozen or so people that were now watching the couple were not gathered around them in a huddle. Instead, all the spectators maintained a casual distance, scattered widely across a couple dozens of feet of beach. Nevertheless, they all seemed mesmerized by the display and there was an odd zone of silence on that part of the beech. Only the faint sounds of heavy breathing and suppressed moans broke it.

The couple achieved orgasm together, the man crushing the woman in an embrace as he jerked against her body. She squirmed there atop him, humping her crotch against his hip.

The woman recovered fairly quickly and scanned the people around her, catching the eyes of the voyeurs in her bright gaze. There was a smile of naughty relish plastered across her face. When her eyes met Stacy’s, Mrs. Lancaster’s breath caught in inspired lust.

The woman singled Stacy out with eye contact. Perhaps it was the way she was clutching at her man. While continuing to smile in their direction, her eyes lidded with passion, she brought her hand up to her mouth. Traces of glistening white dick juice were visible on her hand. She slowly lapped at the nectar. One by one, she sucked at her fingers, obviously enjoying the flavor and her audience.

Stacy couldn’t so much as blink. The mutual public masturbation had been arousing to watch but the woman’s continued blatant sexuality made Stacy’s pussy buzz and the blood roar in her ears. The tips of her breasts throbbed. As she watched the woman feed on her man’s cream, Stacy Lancaster’s mouth watered.

“Wow.” Jared whispered.

Stacy couldn’t speak. Her moth opened and closed half a dozen times. She swallowed and wobbled a bit.

“I need you now.” she croaked to her husband.

“You better take it easy, babe. I’m about five seconds away from cumming in your hand.”

Stacy’s hand jerked away from her husband at that. God, what was she going to do? She felt like she’d lost her mind. She’d never needed sex so badly in her life... and the hotel was about half a mile away.

Stacy and Jared were very much in love. Jared brought an active joy into her life. She was not merely content, she most definitely happy. No, every day was not rainbows and kittens but Stacy was pretty practical in her expectations... and Jared usually exceeded them. Her husband seemed to understand her and to take pleasure from making her happy. But all she could think of at that moment was all the thinly clad penises she’d seen that day and what she wanted to do to them. Or more accurately, what she wanted them to do to her.

Jared turned to face her. Still pressed close, he studied her eyes. The need he saw there was shocking in its intensity. Hastily he backed away.

Jared cast about, looking for a chance at seclusion. His wife hadn't been joking; she was clearly out of her mind with lust. He had to fend her off when she tried to dig into his trunks again. She made a frustrated noise. "Do something, Jare! Oh god, I need somebody to fuck me." Her words were not quite. They were followed by a soft wave of chuckling laughter among the people near-by.

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in the direction of the water. "Come, we can do it in the water." He said. Seconds later she was out ahead of him, dashing into the surf.

When she slowed in the deeper water, he caught up to her. At his touch, she spun into his arms and plastered her over-heated body to his. Her mouth was voracious. With one leg wrapped behind his, Stacy clutched her husband, one hand wrapped around his hot member. She humped herself against its prominent head, grinding it against her small clitoris through their soaked bathing suits.

Without warning, Jared pushed her away. With a single momentary look he told her "Sorry about this." Before Stacy had any idea what he was talking about, his hands were on her shoulders and he forced her under water.

Surprised and disoriented, Stacy did nothing for a moment. A wave passed over them and she began to struggle. The moment she began to resist, Jared shoved her one more time and then released her. Another wave tumbled Stacy and it took her several seconds to find the surface and get her feet under her.

Sputtering and wiping water from her face, she yelled, "What the hell?"

It took her a moment to locate her husband. He was back on the shore. "I'll make you a deal." He said. "If you catch me before I get back to the hotel, we'll do whatever you want, wherever you want." And with that he turned and began running down the firm, wet sand.

With a wordless groan of frustration, Stacy Lancaster fought her way back onto dry land. They still had something of an audience. She noticed several nice looking young men and gave serious thought to finding easier prey. But her husband knew her too well. The dunking had cooled her lust just enough for her to regain most of her reason. With determination, she set off in pursuit.

The result of the race was not a foregone conclusion. Of the two of them, Stacy was the runner. She wasn't a fanatic by any means but she did do a two-mile circuit four or five times a week. Jared on the other hand tried to keep to at least a light schedule on their rowing machine.

Jared had a significant head start though and he didn't seem to be playing around. He was running hard, keeping to the firm sand at the water's edge.

Stacy wasn't fooling around either. Quite aside from her need to feel her husband's meaty log inside her, she needed to avenge the dunking he'd given her.

But before she really got up to speed, her sandal snapped. Snarling, she yanked both pieces of footwear off and flung them into the ocean. Barefoot, she found her stride and began gaining on her quarry.

Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster pelted down the beach. Jared had a big lead but he was still wearing his flip-flops and they were slowing him down. At what he judged to be about the half way mark, he turned his head to see if his wife was even chasing him.

Yes, she was. She was probably a block behind but was closer than Jared had expected. He also noticed that she was now barefoot, not even carrying her sandals. She obviously wanted to catch him. He considered simply letting her... he was curious to see what she would actually do. But realistically, he really didn't want her doing anything in the heat of the moment that she would regret later. If he could make it back to the privacy of their hotel room, she'd still get what she wanted without any chance of regrets later.

Jared managed to kick out of his flip-flops mid-stride, leaving them behind. On even footing now, so-to-speak, he was confident that he could make his lead last till he reached the hotel.

As the hotel approached, Jared angled out across the soft, hot sand. He neared the stairs leading up to the boardwalk and turned to check on his wife's progress. Shit! She'd cut his lead in half as he struggled across the dry beach. She was now on the poorer footing herself but she was close enough for him to see the hot gleam in her eyes.

Jared wasted a few precious seconds watching her tits bounce. Well, wasted probably isn’t the right word...

Shoeless, Jared was forced pick his way carefully up the stars and across the boardwalk. The hotel was just feet away.

So, he'd won, right? He'd reached the hotel so the race was over.

But the look Jared had seen in his wife’s eyes gave him pause. She'd been ready to jump him on a public beach, he couldn't be sure she wouldn’t do the same in the hotel lobby.

Jared banged his way through the doors and ran across the small lobby and past the elevators. He hit the fire-door to the stairs and started up.

He was rounding the turn at the top of the first flight when the door banged again. Looking down, he saw Stacy stop herself against the banister. She looked up at him and their eyes locked for a split second. "Ahh." Jared yelped in mock panic and started taking stairs two-at-a-time.

"You're mine!" Stacy snarled. She rushed after him.

Jared made it through the door to the second floor corridor. He lost another second or two trying to figure out in which direction their room was. Trotting in what he prayed was the right direction, he yanked the zip-lock with their key-card in it out of his trunks and tore at the plastic.

Panting and shaking, Jared reached their room door. Before he so much as touched the lock, Stacy was upon him.

She knocked her husband into the door none too gently. The rush of the chase and the anticipation of what was sure to follow had erased all sense from Stacy’s mind. There in the hallway where they might be interrupted... or at least observed... at any time, she yanked his trunks down his legs.

The panicked yelp this produced from Jared was rather less feigned.

Jared’s pale but firm ass was bare to Stacy’s eyes but it was his cock that she was interested in. She jerked the knot tying the two sides of her suit loose and pulled its straps off her shoulders. Her lust-swollen breasts finally free, she pressed herself to Jared’s back.

Jared Lancaster felt his bride’s burning nipples and deceptively soft breasts against his back. The thrill this brought was quickly overwhelmed by the shock of her urgent hand gripping his engorged sex. Her other hand began clawing across his chest.

She was ready to mount him right there in the hall.

Breath still heaving and shaking with excitement, Jared tried desperately to unlock the door. Hotel locks were temperamental at the best of times; at the moment Jared was about as coordinated as a junkie in withdrawal and the task seemed hopeless.

He had to fight his wife’s desperate but incoherent attempts to turn him to face her. She’d pull with one clawing arm while still keeping her upper body pressed to his back and a hand firmly locked around his cock.

It took five tries before the lock clicked opened.

Shorts tangling his legs, Jared stumbled into the room, breaking contact with his wife for a few precious moments. In the small foyer at the room’s door, he turned to her. Standing in the hall, she was frantically pushing her swimsuit off her hips and down her legs. The hall was deserted and it was unlikely anyone would pass by at that moment but still, Stacy was exhibiting a degree of inhibition he’d never seen in her before.

She kicked the puddled wad of cloth at him and stood nude. He had a faction of a second to appreciate the view before she rushed him. As her body hit his, Stacy's hand locked onto her husband's erection. Jared was bolled over backwards. His arms reached out and grabbed Stacy's free arm. She was able to slow his fall somewhat but then immediately followed him to the floor. Her hand never lost its grip on his dick.

With a quick move born of intimate experience and desperation, she lowered herself onto his body and shoved his hot prong into her even hotter slit.

Stacy's face was locked in a rictus of passion as she humped herself up and down on her prostrate husband. Her hands were pressed firmly into his pectorals as her hips pumped with desperate need. In all of about thirty seconds, the over-heated bride brought herself off with a cry. Her fingers dug into Jared's chest; it was fortunate for him that she kept her nails short.

Stacy's hot sheathe was convulsing around his cock. Jared was slightly disoriented by the attack. It was only as she began to relax as her climax ebbed that he even really felt the pleasure of having his tool embraced by Stacy's fleshy love nest.

At about the same time, he realized that their hotel-room door was still standing wide open behind his wife. He gave it a good shove with his foot to close it. The bark of its shutting made Stacy jump. She looked back at it in confusion. Shaking her head, she turned back to her husband. Giving him a nasty smile, she ground her wet bush down against his groin. He felt her internal muscles grab his member possessively. Jared was still breathing hard from the run and the excitement. Stacy seemed super-charged with energy, her eyes bright and her nostrils flaring. She brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and then placed her hands on either side of Jared's head.

Stacy's soft breasts hung above him, their pert flesh barely swaying. Jared wasn't sure if he was imagining things or not but he could swear he could see their tips throbbing. But perhaps that was just the pounding of his own heart.

Stacy began sliding her hips up and down his body, slowly but with authority. "Now, Mr. Smartass, for your punishment." She said.

"Punishment?" he asked. Without thought, his hands began to roam across her body, caressing her hip and back. He licked his lips, literally salivating at the sight of his wife's perfect tits.

"Punishment for trying to drown me!" she said, her hips still working her velvet hole up and down his rod.

"Well, if this is punishment, I should probably misbehave more often."

Stacy replied with an evil laugh. "Your punishment is to stay on the floor under me until I get tired of cumming."

Jared would have gone pale if he weren't so aroused. "Umm...?"

"You must stay hard and stay here on the floor while my hungry little pussy gets it's fill of your cock."

"Stacy..."

"No complaints, Smartass. I warned you you might end up getting fucked to death today and then you had to go and make me chase after you. Not smart, honey." 


Boondocker