A Day at the Beach by Pat L. DuranteIt was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville. I remember the hot summer sun shining on the vast ocean which lay before me. I remember thinking that nothing could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town beach that day, but I was wrong. About midday, I saw her. I saw her walking along the beach with a light summer shawl around her waist. She was far away, but I could see the sun shining on her golden blonde hair as if she had a halo. As she walked down the beach towards me, she stopped for a moment to talk briefly with each person she passed. After what seemed like an eternity she reached the spot where I was tanning. I tried to pretend not to notice her arrival, but it didn't work. "Beautiful day," she said. "I sometimes wish every day was like this." The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard singing earlier in the day. The sun was still shining brilliantly behind her. I could barely make out her face through the glare. "Well, man does not live on bread alone," I said foolishly. Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face. She was strikingly beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had to look at twice to make sure you weren't seeing things. When she turned away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. My eyes wondered down from her face to her small, but perfect breasts. It was as if they were speaking to me. "Hello. We are her breasts." I thought. Before I could finish my lustful gaze of her assets, she spoke to me again. "I've run out of lotion Do you have any that I could borrow?" She asked politely. I fumbled though my things and came up with a half used bottle of sunblock. I held it out to her, but she simply turned around. "Would you mind rubbing some on my back? I feel a burn coming on," she said calmly. Actually, I did mind. I was suddenly very defensive. I was hoping to spend a nice quiet day alone. I said nothing. I began to massage the sunblock on her smooth white back. The smell of the sand and the surf had combined with her perfume and her hairspray. I was becoming more and more aroused by her. I began to think about the argument I had with my wife hours before. I just needed to get out of the house for a while. I came to the beach hoping to straighten things out in my head. I wasn't really sure what I felt about her. I began to wonder whether or not I had ever loved my wife. She changed somehow after our marriage, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was that was different. All I knew was that I had to get away for a while. I gently rubbed the sunblock on her side. As my hand rose up and down, I brushed against the side of her breasts. She shivered ever so slightly as I rubbed the cold sunblock on her bare skin. For a long time, we both laid in the blistering sun. Finally, she got up and said, "lets go swimming!" I looked at her lustfully and said, "no, I'd rather stay here." She mistook my lustful gaze as sadness and wrapped her arm around me. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked compassionately. "No!" I screamed. "Lets go swimming." We spent the next few minutes in the cold shallow water of the ocean. We had a fantastic time together. We splashed, laughed, and playfully teased each other. After we had worn each other out, we headed for the sand. As we walked back to our spot, I noticed her beautiful limbs. She had quite long legs. They were muscular, but just enough to make them firm and sexy. She was absolutely wonderful. A work of art. Suddenly, the weather began to change. The sun hid its face behind a cloud that resembled a python. I began to think about my wife again. We had some really good times together. As the sun lowered itself behind the water it began to get a bit cold. "Do you like to dance?" she asked excitedly. I hadn't danced a step in fifteen years. "Love it," I said. "Great. I know this excellent little club in town. Would you like to go?" She asked. She waited for a response, but it seemed she already knew my answer. I met her at the entrance to the club. She had changed into a sexy red dress. It flattered her petite figure. Tight around the waist, and stretched to accentuate her chest. I was really feeling guilty. I had hoped she hadn't seen me so I could just leave and forget about the whole day. "John! John!" She shouted. She saw me. The club was very extravagant. Drinks were $7.00 a whack! She insisted that she pay for everything. We danced to every song. She was tireless. Every once in a while I began to enjoy myself in spite of my guilt. The last song was for couples only. She pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and we danced cheek to cheek as though we were lovers. I think she wanted me to kiss her, but she could wait for me no longer. She kissed me passionately on the lips as though we were the only two people in the room. It was a long slow sensuous kiss. The kind of kiss that I had only dreamed about in the past. My thoughts turned to my wife once again. What would she think of me if she had ever known about this? How could I face her in the morning? We kissed again and again until the very last note of the song echoed into the darkness. "Let's go to my place," she whispered. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I followed her to the parking lot where a limousine awaited us. We got into the limo and the driver peeled away from the club into the darkness of the night. Her hands were all over me as we kissed passionately time and time again. It was so wonderful. She placed my hand on her right breast and as if instinctually I began to caress it gently. I thought of the first time I kissed my wife. She was so young and we were so innocent. The long black limousine pulled up to a large mansion. The place was dark save a small light above the main entrance. As she walked in front of the house and into the dim light, she looked very plain, her hair was no longer shining. Her dress was so tight that she had trouble just walking to the door. "Well. Are you coming?" She demanded. By now I was completely overtaken by my guilt. I felt a sharp pain arise in my gut. I could not think straight. All I knew was that I wanted her. I followed her into the house where she disappeared into the maze of rooms. "Would you like a drink?" She called. "No. Listen I'd better go. I don't feel right about this," I shouted after her. She returned to my view wearing a skimpy black lace teddy inlayed with dragon patterns which barely covered her privates. "Dragons!" I thought. The ache in my gut grew stronger. I had to stop this madness at once. "No. No. I can't. I'm... I'm...married!!!!" I screamed hopelessly. "Married!" She laughed. "Come on now do I look that naive?" We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Along the way I noticed old weapons hanging at various locations along the long candlelit hallway. Frightening thoughts of torture came to mind. I was afraid. My life would never be right again after this day. We laid on the bed and kissed each other passionately once again. This time our tongues lashed out at each other like wild animals just let out of their cage. My mouth found it's way down to her small breasts, I heard her sigh with pleasure as my teeth tugged at her nipples. A moment before our two bodies became one, I let out a scream at the top of my lungs "MARIE!!!!" That is my wife's name. I opened my eyes and the bright red sun blinded me. It took a few moments before I could see again. Eventually, I realized that I was still on the beach. I had fallen asleep on the beach! It was all just a dream. I felt the guilt in my gut once more. I felt I should be punished in some way for even having such thoughts. Before I could catch my breath again, I saw the most beautiful blonde coming in my direction. "Beautiful day," she said. "I sometimes wish everyday was like this." ### -- Mail rec.arts.erotica submissions to erotica@telly.on.ca. Most software will automatically mail your postings to that address. From kiae!cpuv1!L-usenet%kiae.su Tue Dec 10 04:08:07 MSD 1991 Received: by electo.crimea.ua (UUPC/@ Release 2.00); Tue, 10 Dec 1991 04:08:07 MSK Received: by relcom.kiae.su; Tue, 10 Dec 91 01:45:33 +0002 (EET DST) X-Class: Slow Sender: L-usenet@kiae.su To: story@electo.crimea.ua From: JERRYLV%UOTTAWA@acadvm1.uottawa.ca (ErosJER) Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica Subject: [NEWS] Legs III: Diane Message-ID: <293C80E4.ECA@telly.on.ca> Date: 4 Dec 91 07:16:50 GMT Organization: Somewhere just far enough out of Toronto Approved: erotica@telly.on.ca Archive-Name: diane Diane, A Complete Stranger, and Me My wife Diane and I had enjoyed the beautiful expansion of our sensual lives made possible by our sensitive and handsome friend, Dave Ellin. It evidently awakened feelings in Diane that neither of us realized she owned.. Some weeks after our bedroom romp with Dave, Diane and me, my wife met me at the door as I arrived home, saying, "I've a surprise for you, honey!" She was wearing a really cute coctail dress with her favorite perfume applied just enough to send my senses reeling as I took her in my arms and fervently embrace her. "Diane, you look ravishingly beautiful tonight! Are we going out for dinner and dancing?" "No, honey. That isn't my surprise. It's up to you but, first lets sit down so I can explain for you." "I bought a swingers magazine two weeks ago.. I read the ads hoping to find a single young male interested in having a light, sensual evening with a couple! I had so much fun with you and David.. he said he didn't want to meet us again because he wants to spend more time with Maryel, his wife in trying to patch up their marriage. I've long dreamed of making out with a younger man, showing him the way to be patient and really enjoy making love with a woman. I never had the opportunity when I was dating in high school or college.. the guys were all too eager then, all fumbles and anxiety to slam bam thank you maam. You were the first man to really draw my most innermost feelings out of me in so perfect way. You are completely unique in the way you turn me on and pleasure me, so don't ever worry that you are not "enough" for me.. you always are my favorite! So, I checked all the ads. I found one which intrigued me. It was from a guy who said he has been studying so hard in college that he has dated very little and that he is quite shy and finds it hard to start conversations with women. Jerry, I wrote to him! The ad said, "Please send photo." I sent him that one you took of me with your Polaroid, where I had one leg up on a chair - and had pulled up my dress to show my thin pale green panties - you had asked me to pull aside the crotch of my panties to show my red pubic hair and cunny!" "Diane, that was pretty bold of you, writing to a stranger and enclosing so risque a shot!! It is one of my favorites of you though and you sure look appealing and interested!! Did you get an answer?" "Yes.. within a week! And, I didn't tell you about it when I read his reply because I felt so good about being able to "accept him" - and I wanted this to be a surprise which you could either accept or turn down, and I would be okay; his name is Peter Neil, honey, and he writes very intelligently in neat handwriting, as carefully as you do. Here, read his letter now." I took the letter from Diane's hand with a sense of excitement (if she already felt able to "accept" Peter on the strength of this letter! "Dear Ms. 'loves young men' - I was so happy to recieve your nice response to my ad in the Companions magazine, issue No. 27. I hope you will be interested in loving with me! I have very little experience with women, but I was entranced with the gorgeous photo you included with your letter! I look at it each night, wishing that I could see the real you, even in fully clothed dress, to meet you. You look so kind and yet very sensual. When I lie in bed at night and am feeling very horny, I take your photo and yearn to touch you as I pleasure myself happily. If you would like to consider meeting me, you can telephone me at 736-2587 and leave a message or speak with me. My name is Peter Neil. Thank you again for your great letter; I hope we can meet soon. Yours, Peter".. "Did you call him, honey," I asked Diane. "YES! And he suggest- ed that we meet in a safe place so I would not be frightened of talking with a stranger. We met yesterday at the Four Seasons hotel coffee shop, and had lunch together." "Well, Diane! You are all dressed up tonight. Does your sur- prise include Peter and maybe me?" "You guessed it, darling! I have only to dial his number, Jer. He is waiting to hear if "it" is on or not for this eve- ning!" "Call him, and suggest that we meet him at the Westin Hotel bar at 7; then, after we all have a drink together, I can wink to you my approval or shut both eyes for a couple seconds if I don't want to have him come to our place. Sound okay??" "Great idea, honey! I'll call Peter now." Off Diane went, a huge happy smile on her beautifully madeup face! In a few minutes, she returned and said, "Peter likes the idea and will meet us at the Westin right at 7 p.m." "Okay," I said."I'll run upstairs and shower and change clothes." Minutes later, as I stepped refreshed out of the shower, Diane met me with a cool glass of sherry for each of us. "Darling, I'm so happy you like my sur- prise! Let's hope you will like Peter and that he will like you.. too!" She brought her face up to my lips and I kissed her super carefully, now wanting to displace a hair or even to smudge her beautiful lipstick, so skillfully and sensually applied. A wave of desire came over me as I thought of this wonderful woman who always treats me so honestly and who tells me all her innermost passionate thoughts. The hypnotic effect of Diane's perfume "Red" by Giorgio of Beverly Hills, again swept through my nostrils and down to my toes, melting the strength of my legs. We clinked our wine glasses lightly, downed our sherry, then I went to my closet and selected a casual but very nice outfit for our meeting with Peter. Diane stood watching me in every detail, probably thinking about how Peter and I would look sans clothing later in the evening. I loved the look of anticipation and the soft smile of happiness suffusing her cheeks and lips as I dressed. Now, just arrived at the Westin parking lot, I asked Diane, "Everything okay with you, dear?" "Oh, yes, darling. Let's have a drink and see how you two size each other up!" "Okay.. here we go!" In the bar, Diane immediately recognized the young man. Medium tall, with light blonde hair and handsome, cleancut, Peter Neil looked relaxed and not overly nervous as he watched us approach his table."Hi, Peter,"said Diane. "This is my husband, Jerry." "Glad to meet you, Jerry. It is really nice of you to meet me here. I just finished my last class of the afternoon and have lots of time." "I'm glad to meet you, Peter. This is a surprise from Diane to me. Now that I see you, I can see why she answered you ad and why she enjoyed having lunch with you yesterday. We ordered our drinks, and talked small talk for several minutes more. Glancing over at Diane, seeing her total comfort in both looking at Peter and in talking freely and not stiff- ly with him, I winked at Diane (my approval signal) and she winked happily back at me. In a few more minutes I invited Peter to drive following us to our place. We paid the waitress and made our way to our separate cars.. it was nice to see Peter driving a Volkswagen Golf, very neat and conservative - also very clean inside and out. That reassured me that here was a nice student with more than average class and sensitivity. Peter continued to act naturally, with respect for us both, but not an uncomfortable feeling apparent about the difference in our ages. All the way home as we drove in our car towards chez nous, Diane kept lean- ing over to me, kissing me on the cheek, touching my thigh lightly, nervously showing me how she was feeling. I was excited, but also relaxed, feeling confident that Diane had chosen a winning young man to have fun with, safely. We arrived first and had time to fix a light drink for us before Peter knocke d on our front door. Diane rose from the sofa to let him in. She took his hand but in every other way acted as if she were formally inviting a longtime friend into our house. I handed Peter his drink and he took a seat on the sofa, next to our hi-fi at one end. I went over to our record cabinet and returned with a record featuring Diane as a solo flutist with a local pop group.. her first foray into studio pop recording. We showed Peter the jacket of the record and where Diane's name appeared. He was very pleased, asking if we would play it for him. So, that broke the (very thin) ice.. and Diane moved to sit between Peter and me as we listened. Peter complimented Diane on her nice tone quality and showed us that he really appreciated the style of the group playing. We drank and chatted easily for some time, then put on a more romantic soft easy listening record. Diane, again sitting between us, reached over to her left and just held Peter's hand. A moment later, she leaned over to him easily and kissed him tentatively on the mouth. Peter responded so thankfully, bringing his arms fully around Diane, kissing her neck and lightly touching her shoulders as they embraced. Diane, reaching out her right hand, teasingly pulled out my shirt at its bottom! I had free access to Diane who was so sensually busy, so I began unbuttoning Diane's dress, top, second, third, fourth, fith.. down her front, teasingly exposing to Peter's look her sexy push up bra, pretty green garter belt with its tabs attached to lusciously sheer sandal colored stockings! I undid each of her garters next, then rolled down one stocking and then the other, removing Diane's shoes as I reached her feet. She was sighing and moaning, and I could already see how turned on she was getting. Diane had now unzipped Peter's pants zipper and was rubbing his erect cock through his underpants. When I finished removing her stockings and shoes and fully spread open Diane's dress, she appealed to us both in sheerly transparent panties, garter belt and bra. The two of us helped Diane out of her cocktail dress, and she kissed me through this, mingling my saliva with hers and that of Peter' s she still was holding in her mouth. Peter moved around to kneel on the floor --almost in reverence -- staring up at Diane's beautiful mound, visible with her red cunt hair showing through her already damp panties. Peter reached up and pulled aside the crotch! Now, he could see in real life what the picture she had sent him had showed him about the sexual promise waiting between her legs for his lust! Peter first reached up, licking his finger, and drew a line from Diane's clitoris down to her perineum, smoothly, slowly, lovingly.. she let out a gasp of delight. Diane reached down and grasped Peter's head, pul- ling him eagerly to her pussy. He pulled off her panties with her full assis-ta nce and began to eat her out with full abandon. I left them for a few minutes to retrieve my Polaroid camera (!) I was going to have a record of this. When I returned, Diane and Peter were lying together full length on our sofa, his pants were only half off, and he was trying to slide his rampant charger into her waiting quim... red, wet, hot and now gaping with outer lips fully engorged and parting... I mercifully pullled Peter's pants the rest of the way off, helped him take off his underpants and lightly tapped his rump, giving him the okay goahead to screw Diane to his heart's delight. At first Peter said "No pictures." But Diane asked him if it was alright. She told Peter that she would love (!) to have a picture of his happy love making with her.. that con- vinced Peter and he said, fine! I snapped the two of them with Peter plunging so beautifully into Diane's receiving and enjoying cunt and as Peter had both his hands under Diane's ass cheeks, holding them widely apart as they took their wonderful pleasure with each other. I moved to the head of the sofa and took a second wonderful shot of their kiss... totally abandoned, French kissing with all four of their eyes tighty closed in ecstasy! These are some of our very favorite photos now, as we look back with pleasure on the joys of this night. As we progressed, Diane came several times with total happiness and great sounds of satisfaction. I took over and fucked Diane while Peter kissed her, played with her boobs and when he recovered his erection - eagerly put his penis back in Diane's mouth.. she was now getting fucked from two of her three love orifices! We took a break, then went to the floor for mutual play, oral sex of every kind, cocks, cunt, assholes.. we put Diane on her tummy.. then both Peter and I licked her ass all around her two beautiful globes, nearer and nearer to her puckered little brown anal hole. Then, we each took turns placing finger, then tongue.. then Peter's finger and his tongue into Diane's rear entry sheath.. until she cried out... "Please, take me now, Peter in my rear and Jerry in my pussy!" We moved to please her every desire. And, later, after we were completely spent and happily lying together, Diane said. "This has been a simply wonderful time. Thank you, Peter and thank you, so much, Jerry.. for this wonderful wonderful evening!".. A night to really savor and recall... Signed Eros Jer |