Chapter 4

My experience that night with Stafford opened up a whole new avenue of excitement to me. The thrill that I had felt when his finger had been inside me while we were standing on the patio with all those other people had been exhilarating.

For some reason he and I never got together except when we were at parties or other functions where our families were mutually involved. The challenge to find new and different ways to make love, all within hearing distance of the other people, was as exciting as the sex itself.

We never got caught.

Sometimes I half wanted someone to come upon us while we were fucking in the bathroom, or the garage, or wherever we happened to be going at it. But I suppose that was just an impulse on my part; not something I had really wanted to happen, but something which was exciting to think about.

As far as making it in strange places where one might easily be discovered is concerned, the most complete thrill I ever had wasn't with Stafford at all. In fact, it was with a man whose name I don't even know.

Harold had gotten a big bonus check for something or other-I don't remember what-and he decided to splurge and take me and the kids to Hawaii.

To say that I was delighted would be an understatement; I was ecstatic. I had always wanted to go there, so this was a big opportunity for me.

Because it was such a nice gesture I was feeling especially good toward Harold. I tried to be good to him; really tried. The first night we were there I did the one thing he really liked in terms of sex. I gave him a blow-job.

He fell asleep.

I can still remember it. We were in bed and I was down under the covers. His cock was in my mouth, not quite filling me up because he wasn't completely hard. Nevertheless, I pumped up and down on his shaft, letting his meat go all the way into my throat, then sliding it back out into the warm pocket of air beneath the covers.

Then his cock started to go soft.

No matter what I did it just kept getting softer and softer until finally I gave up and raised my head from under the covers.

He was snoring.

That set the tone for our vacation. Every morning he got up before daybreak to go fishing, so that by eight or nine at night he was totally wiped out. Needless to say, I didn't take particularly kindly to this.

In the meantime Steve, who was sixteen by now, had met a girl who was four years older than he was. Harold flipped out and was ready to demand that he stop seeing her, but I managed to get him to calm down. I don't know why it didn't bother me, but the truth of the matter is that I found the girl strangely appealing.

But more about her later.

By the fifth night I was so horny I couldn't stand it. My cunt was absolutely dripping from what I had been thinking coupled with the fact that I hadn't even had an opportunity to masturbate, much less get laid.

We were staying at one of the big hotels on Waikiki, so finally I decided to get dressed and go down to the bar. I didn't have any specific expectations about it, but I knew that I had to get out of the room and away from Harold and his snoring.

Ten minutes later I walked into the bar. I was wearing a long, flower print dress with a slit in the side that went almost all the way up to my ass. By now I had an excellent tan, so there was no need to wear nylons beneath it.

But I didn't wear panties either. Or a bra.

I can't explain how exciting it is to me to be in a roomful of strangers with absolutely no underclothes on. It makes me feel so feminine I can hardly stand it.

At first I thought I might have made a mistake; the booth wasn't exactly the best place to be in terms of visibility. But I needn't have worried; I had already been spotted by several men at the bar and could feel their eyes on me.

The first one to come over was a middle-aged business executive type. He was nice looking enough, but I wasn't interested. I had already spotted the man I was interested in, and this one wasn't him.

"I'm waiting for someone," I said, truthfully-enough to the businessman.

The man I was waiting for was a sailor. He was sitting at the bar in his uniform, and was acting as if he hadn't noticed me yet.

But I knew he had.

For just a moment when I had been walking over to the booth I had been aware of his eyes on me. I don't know what it was about him that turned me on so much; maybe it was the uniform, though I doubt it. But I do know that just glancing at him out of the corner of my eye from time to time was enough to make me start creaming all over myself. I could also feel my tits, hard and sensitive, straining out against the soft, clinging material of the dress.

I waited.

And drank.

I had a drink called a Polynesian Paralysis which, while not as wild as its name indicated, nevertheless managed to relieve me of whatever inhibitions I might have still had at this point.

Finally our eyes met.

I didn't shun the contact, but instead looked at him frankly and, I hoped, a little provocatively. He seemed a little surprised, perhaps because of the way I looked at him, or perhaps because I looked at him at all.

He wasn't all that good-looking, but somehow it didn't matter. There was a quality about him, something I can't articulate, which was drawing me to him with a force that wasn't going to be denied.

He went back to his drink.

Two minutes later he looked back, and when he was able to see that I was still looking at him he seemed to make a decision.

He joined me.

When he sat down neither of us said anything. For a long time we simply stared at each other. He was young; younger than me by at least ten years. I don't know if he was aware of how old I was; I know I didn't look thirty-four any more than I look thirty-six now.

"Hello," I said.

"Good evening."

Again we were silent. I could feel my heart thumping with anticipation. My cunt was dripping wet. "Why don't we dance?"

"All right."

There was a small dance floor crowded with couples at this time. Somehow it didn't matter, though, since this was a slow number and nobody was moving very much.

Especially us.

I pressed my body against his right from the first moment he took me in his arms. Almost immediately I could feel his cock growing hard beneath the tight pants, while my own nipples were just as hard, pressing against his chest.

By the time we finished dancing I think both of us were on the verge of stripping and fucking right there.

"Where can we go?" he whispered when the song was finished, his voice husky with desire.

"Nowhere. Back to the booth," I answered a shade enigmatically.

He looked confused, but followed me back to the booth, where I gestured for him to get in, then followed, sitting on the same side he did.

I took another swallow from my drink. His arm was around my shoulders, his fingers dangling just a few inches from my left tit.

Reaching beneath the table, I took his right hand and brought it across his own lap until it was hovering above my crotch. Then, with my left hand I slipped the material of the dress to the side, making use of the long slit up the side, so that my cunt was bare.

He still, of course, hadn't seen it, and I knew he was in for a big surprise.

Slowly I brought his hand down.

I wish I could describe the expression on his face when his hand, instead of coming in contact with the dress, was suddenly deeply imbedded in my warm, steamy cunt.

"Surprise," I whispered, spreading my legs apart.

It was all the opening he needed.

Almost before I had completed opening my slit to him, his finger was inside me, sliding in and out of my furry channel, plunging deep into my naked cunt with a force that seemed to say how long it had been since this sailor had been with a woman.

"Nice, that's nice...." I whispered, looking around the room to see if we were observed. As far as I could tell, no one had shown any interest in us.

I pushed my cunt down and forward, bringing his finger deeper inside me, letting it flick and dart across my burning clit.

"Let's get out of here," he groaned.

"No," I returned. "Let's do it here."

He looked startled, then glanced around the room. We didn't have much privacy, and I could tell that he was thinking I was crazy for wanting to do anything like this.

"Do you like my cunt?" I whispered, my lips just a few inches from his face. I could tell that, if I just got him excited enough, he would do whatever I wanted him to.

"Are you kidding?"

"No. How would you like to put your cock inside me, instead of just your finger? Think about it-your cock inside my warm, tight cunt. It's yours if you want it...."

I could tell that it was working.

To seal things off I reached over and began to rub my hand across his crotch, talking quietly into his ear about what we could do and what it would be like.

"You're driving me crazy," he said through clenched teeth.

"But it's a sweet craziness, isn't it? Sweet and wet?"

"God."

I began to unfasten the buttons at his crotch, then slipped my hand inside his underpants. His cock was free.

I could feel it beneath the table, hard and strong in my hand. I wanted to bend over and take it in my mouth, but I couldn't. Everybody in the room would see us if I did that.

Instead, I simply slid my hand up and down his shaft, while both of us tried to look as if nothing was happening.

It wasn't easy.

In fact, once or twice I groaned aloud so that the people in the next booth, an elderly couple, looked at us strangely.

I didn't really care.

Finally, though, I thought of a way we could do it. Laughing and giggling like we were just having a grand old time, I sat down on his lap.

"Mrnmmmmm..." I whispered. His cock was between my legs, not yet aligned with my cunt, but hard and ready for action.

Rotating my ass slightly I reached down and took his cock in my hand, guiding it so that the bulbous head found its way to the wet, quivering lips of my slit.

I eased down.

His cock slid into me.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm..." I repeated. It was all I could say without drawing attention to us.

Looking around the room, I could see that no one was really paying any attention to us. In a way I was disappointed, but more realistically I was glad that things weren't any more complicated than they already were.

It was a strange feeling, looking at all these people who were sitting in the same room but were unaware that his cock was inside me.

Fantastic.

I shifted my weight, experimenting, trying to find a way to move his cock through my cunt. It wasn't easy to do without being noticeable, but we managed. He did most of the moving, thrusting slightly into my tight, wet chamber, while I added to the sensation by reaching down and running my fingers over his cock and my clit.

It was glorious.

I couldn't even see him, and his cock became a kind of detached entity. I was alone in this room, a cock inside me, my pussy dripping with excitement while everybody else went about their business.

Slowly, ever so slowly, we fucked.

In and out, up and down, never making any abrupt moves, not saying anything at all. Again and again his meat slithered into my undulating pussy, then slid almost all the way out. At the latter juncture I could run my fingers quickly over his shaft, feeling my own juices covering it, before he shoved it back into me.

I loved it.

For what seemed like an eternity we kept at it, neither forcing things, both luxuriating in the secret we were sharing. Once a cocktail waitress came to our booth and asked if we wanted any more drinks.

"No thanks. We're just fine," I replied calmly, both of us abating our gentle thrusts for a few moments.

I could feel my orgasm hovering just out of reach, a distant butterfly locked far inside my body. I knew that I would have to heighten the intensity of our lovemaking if I was to come, but by now I wasn't concerned.

I could do it.

There was a strange intensity in fucking like this, almost as if, because we had to be silent and unobtrusive, we had to tighten the controls on our emotions, harnessing them so that the sole outlet was through our actual fucking.

To heighten the friction between his cock and my cunt, I brought my legs tightly together, squeezing him strongly, making it feel for him like his cock was in a tight, hot, slippery chamber that was grasping and squeezing at him furiously.

I rotated my hips on his pole, grinding down into him softly.

It was coming.

Only a little more.

My fingers were all over my cunt and his cock now, flashing over my clit, flicking on his meat, dancing everywhere as the churning, frothing mass of cum within me came closer and closer to the surface.

He seemed to sense what was happening, because when I finally did explode, his cock expanded at almost exactly the same moment.

"Uuuuhhhh..."

"Godddd..."

Suddenly my cunt was a warm, sticky mess, delightfully fragrant, filled with sizzling, slippery cum.

For a long time we just sat there, his arms around me, both of us staring with unseeing eyes out at the rest of the people in the bar.

I was brought back to reality by the squishy sound of his shriveling cock slipping out of my ninny cunt. For a moment I thought about what to do, then I did it.

Without a word I got up.

There might have been a split second when my crotch was exposed, but I don't think so. The dress fell into place quickly.

Then, before he could get his own trousers fastened and follow me, I walked out of the bar and onto the street outside. It was less than a block to the beach, and a cool, ocean breeze seemed to be begging for me to go there.

Five minutes later, my cunt still filled with our respective juices, I was walking along the sand, my shoes in my hand. The breeze was cool, but not cold, and felt good on my hot, flushed body. I desperately wanted to take off all my clothes, but I couldn't. There were other people out on the beach, too many to make it feasible for me to do something like that.

So I walked.

And walked.

Before too long I came to a place where the beach was met by a park. There were palm trees everywhere and grass; rich, lush grass.

I sat down with my back to a palm tree. It was rough, but not uncomfortable.

Then I lifted my skirt, baring my still simmering cunt to the cool breeze, letting it fan my pussy, feeling its gentle breath on the wetness that was in my cunt and on my inner thighs. I smiled.

This was heavenly.