Chapter 3
High tide was in, thick morning fog blanketing the horizon creating a monochromatic picture. Paul stirred restlessly in his sleeping bag. Slowly his eyes pried open. The morning air was succulently moist and balmy, almost warm. Damn ... he had to urinate. Nothing like rousing yourself out of a warm sleeping bag, dig your feet into cold, wet sand and relieve yourself. Cautiously, he unzipped the sleeping bag, folded back the flap and stood up.
He stretched his arms high over his head and arched . his back, then yawned. Hunching his shoulders against the cold, he headed for the grove of underground springs fifty yards from the burgundy van which, in the morning hours was misted with dew. It looked cold but strangely inviting.
A metallic whine of the zipper and his cold fist dipped into his open fly to probe for the limp warm tube of his penis, semi-flaccid from a full bladder and morning erection. He yanked it out unceremoniously, feeling it jump to life in the morning air. An arc of spray puddled the ground. Satisfied, and still shivering, Paul reached down to tuck the flaccid worm back into the warm cave of his pants, when he heard a low, sexy wolf whistle from behind.
Savagely, he glanced over his shoulder, startled. Defenses melted when he saw Mae standing there, draped in a goosedown coverlet the color of Caribbean skies. Her baby soft blonde hair hung in sexy snarls over her shoulders. Her rumpled appearance, he decided, feeling his cock lurch, was definitely intoxicating.
"You haven't shrunk with age," she teased, her blue eyes dancing.
Paul couldn't help but grin. "What are you doing up this time of morning?" His voice lowered to a whisper as he approached her, remembering that Carla was a whisper away. A jealous woman has a way of hearing everything.
"Chet is drunker than a skunk. Lord, how he snores!" she complained, the dimples in her cheeks depending as she tutted. "Besides, I love to walk on the beach at sunrise. It's the most beautiful time of day."
Paul studied her faraway expression as she turned her face to the ocean, and walked toward the water. The reversible tan and blue goosedown coverlet draped around her body ... God, was she really naked under that thing? ... was the perfect compliment to her perfection. The blue matched her eyes, the tan the ripened wheat tan of her slender legs now scissoring nakedly toward the water. Blonde hair was tossed recklessly in the breezes. He watched her throw back her head, close her eyes and breathe deeply for a long, silent moment.
Something about this Mae, this beach-walking nature girl, was totally different from the sexpot, baby-talking girl she'd shown herself to be. Maybe there was more to her than fluff. For her sake, he hoped so. He felt a definite tightening in his pants and realized the morning semi-erection was a full-tilt hard-on. He followed the muse-like figure to a boulder out-cropping where the waves crashed in cold rhythm. She settled on the rock, blanket tucked about her, hugging her knees; he stood at her side.
Slowly she turned her face to him. "Carla hates me, doesn't she?" she stated rather than asked. "She's very cold to me." The tone of her voice tied a knot in Paul's stomach.
"It's not that she doesn't like you, Mae ... you haven't done anything to hurt her. You're a beautiful woman and you intimidate other women by your looks. It's an old recipe ... I've seen it plenty of times." He reached down studiously and plucked a bird-pecked sand dollar from its briny grave. "She's jealous of you ..."
There it was out.
Mae's head shot around. She surveyed his expression for a long moment. "Jealous of me?" she tittered. "But she's got you ... how can she be jealous of me?"
Gently he stroked the dew-entangled blonde hair from her forehead. "That's women ... I work with them and I love them, but I still don't understand them." His hand dropped from her face after brushing her cheek with his fingers.
Mae shook her head incredulously. "I don't understand why she would be jealous of me. What am I? Just a low-paid nude model for sexist magazines. What's there to be jealous of?"
Paul's eyes descended lustfully to the swan-like neck and further down to the swell of her breasts feebly camouflaged by the coverlet tucked around her. The heavy fabric gaped at the neck, showing off the luscious tanned mounds of her breasts. She caught the smirk in his eyes.
"It's only genetic. My mother had big breasts, too. No big deal."
"I'd love to meet your mother," he blurted unchecked.
Mae grinned her baby-faced smile that never failed to make his penis lurch. A nostalgic feeling of sadness settled over him unexpectedly. No amount of love for Carla could erase the erotic sensations this woman provoked within his male body. And her vibrance, if only Carla shared some of that bright-eyed, hip-swinging jubilation she wouldn't be moping around like a lost puppy. Still, there was no denying it, Carla was his woman.
Dependable, level headed, moral, just the right amount of mother with a smattering of the child, made her the female for him. They fit together naturally, their personalities melded. Her rationale balanced his hyper craziness. It was right and fit ... but this was N-O-W and here ... and available.
Paul's cock leaped in the cotton trap of his pants. He cast a searching glance over his shoulder, selfishly guarding the moment reserved for the two of them and the Pacific.
"How's everything with Chet?" He skillfully changed the subject.
Mae shrugged. "The usual ... he gets plastered every night ... and we fight about his drinking. I guess I might be too much for him."
"You're a hell of a lot of woman, Mae. Aren't too many men have the machinery to keep up with you."
"You did." She turned her baby blue eyes to him and let them linger over his face beguilingly.
"And Chet?"
"When he's sober he's a great lover ... one of the best. When he's drunk I might as well forget it. It's frustrating for a woman like me who's used to a lot of attention. You know how I like sex."
"Yes, I know how you like sex."
She winked up at him. "How 'bout it? Want to share my blanket with me?"
How could he say no to that? He stiffened, trying to fight temptation, but the devil won in the end. He jerked his head toward the southern end of the beach. "Like to take a sunrise walk on the beach? We can pretend to act out "From Here to Eternity".
"You're crazy!" she shivered, laughing. "It's too cold!"
Like two colts, they ran toward the end of the beach toward a cove protected from the winds. The blanket flapped like butterfly wings around Mae's naked body. Out of breath, lungs burning, they reached the dry sandy spot and collapsed in giggles.
Slowly, keeping her blue eyes peeled on his dark ones, she unwrapped the blanket from her naked body, shivering with goosebumps. "Want to share my blanket?"
"How could I refuse?"
They snuggled in the goosedown wrapper. Her naked golden thigh was like fire next to his denimed leg, and he wanted more than anything to crawl on top of her luscious flesh and make love to her like they used to-wildly, savagely, like a couple of untamed animals. Dear Lord, how good it would feel to knead the swollen mounds of her gorgeous breasts. And she had gorgeous breasts, the most gorgeous he'd ever seen. Firm and melonous with puffy pink nipples the color of doeskin.
She stared into his eyes, reading his thoughts. "It's been too long, Paul ... far too long. Carla is a lucky girl. But I need you."
She slipped her raspberry polished fingertips in between the buttons of his shirt and teasingly brushed over the hairs of his chest. Below his belt, inside his pants, he could feel his cock stiffen like concrete hardening, up so hard through his jockey shorts that he honestly felt it might tear through.
Mae's snappy eyes didn't fail to notice it, and she waited not an instant to take advantage of his male weakness. He was following her script perfectly. "I see Paulie misses his Mae," she murmured, taking her cue expertly, her hand settling on his wildly pulsating hardness with the jolting electricity of a blast of summer lightning. It felt like a million tiny pin-pricks all jabbing into him at once. Painful, yet deliriously so. He soon forgot about the cold and he forgot about Carla. The here and N-O-W mattered and that was all.
Without another word, Mae pulled his zipper down slightly past the woolly patch of pubic hair on his belly, yanking it anxiously as it stalled near the end of the metal slide. His breath froze in his lungs as her fingers made maddening contact with the hardened shaft of his cock, and he was powerless to move, to speak. He did manage two cursory glances: one in the direction of the boulder behind which slept his fianc'e; the other toward the burgundy van where he hoped to God Chet didn't emerge.
Finally, he regained a fraction of his composure. "Are you sure we should be doing this? I swore you off for Carla, you know. I don't like feeling like a guilty creep ... if they ..."
Impishly, she pressed a raspberry fingertip to his lips, silencing him. "Shhhh ... this is for us."
A chill rippled through him. Paul could barely believe it! He felt like an actor in some corny movie. Woman and man meet on beach make love ... huh, it was laughable! Both of them cheating ... CHEATING ... CHEATING ... CHEATING ...
He fought down the impulse to blame himself. Still, somehow it didn't seem quite proper.
"If you're sure ..." He dipped his hand inside the cocoon of her blanket and noticed with a thrill that she was naked beneath. His hands slipped over her satiny flesh, luxuriating in the sleekness of her curves. Down to the warm curve of her buttocks slipped that hand. They were every bit as finely sculpted and firm as he remembered them and her lush young body was incredibly, sensuously, warm against him as if she were literally burning inside. She met his soft lips tenderly as her fingers closed tenderly around the thickly swollen hardness of his penis. Her lips gave in like a soft cushion, her tongue darted between his even white teeth. She crawled onto him, pushing him back onto the ground, at the same time easing the blanket beneath him for their bed. She crushed the length of her supple body against his and squirmed furiously against him before pulling away, mashing the globes of her warm, swollen breasts against his heaving chest.
She slid over far enough to unwrap the blanket from her naked body, then sat back on her knees, the wind blowing her blonde hair from her angelic face, goosebumps polka-dotting her tanned breasts and softly bowled belly. God, it was a sight to make a man cry! thought Paul, totally enraptured. Beautiful body with the incipience of intelligence. No, not as bright and perceptive as Carla, more simple and girlish; this morning she had opened herself to him more than in the total three months they'd dated. Maybe someday her brain would catch up with her body, he thought. Right now, he didn't give a good goddamn about her brain.
He noticed with a thrill that her lusciously smooth curves had filled out womanishly, richer and fuller, and her breasts were heavier, still exceptionally high and firm, her doeskin nipples deliriously erect in the cold morning air. The muscles in her thighs rippled pantherishly and the ridge of her hip bones showed ever so slightly into two tiny peaks. "Perfect hand holds," he said to himself, one at each side of the sparsely tufted patch of blonde angel-hair pussy curls beneath her flat belly. He thought about that warm beckoning crevice concealed up there between her ivory smooth legs and how fantastically wonderful it would feel to slip his lust-thickened cock into the hot liquid depths-warm and clinging like honey.
He stripped off his clothes without hesitation and groped for her hungrily, gasping out loud at the surging touch of their two superheated bodies in the cold ocean breezes. Her hands searched down over his nakedly excited body, exploring all the muscular hollows, probing, caressing ... fondly re-acquainting herself with every inch of his sinewy, muscular maleness. His erect, pulsing penis snapped up between her cozy thighs as they ground together, and he let it rest there, beating, brushing lightly and teasingly against the juicy pussy lips nestled up between her silken thighs.
Paul ran his warm palms along the curve of her bare spine, tracing the ridges of her backbone as she let the coverlet drape around her naked body. He followed it to where the flesh suddenly dipped and dimpled then flowered into the firm twin mounds of her buttocks. She had certainly managed to keep her body in great shape; her skin rippled with an animal strength trembling just beneath the surface. He wondered if her luscious thighs could still grip him and ride him as they used to. He shivered, knowing they would.
Casually, he stole another glimpse in the direction of the sleeping bag where Carla lay. CHEATING ... The searing reality flashed in his brain. But he was powerless against his woman.
Mae caught the surreptitiously stolen concern and erased it. "She can't see us from here."
"God, you're beautiful," he murmured.
Of course she'd probably fucked armies of men since he'd dated her; in fact, she fucked armies of men when he dated her. He was well attuned to her near nymphomaniac proclivities.
She kissed him again, her tongue probing hungrily over his and into his sweet mouth, her naked hips writhing passionately against his. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny tracks of crimson as evidence of her growing lust for him. He gripped the fleshy mounds of her buttocks, pulling them towards him, rubbing his long, aching cock agonizingly between her closed thighs.
"Oh, I have to have you Paul ... I need you ... I need you inside of me sooo bad!" she pouted.
Flesh fussed upon flesh, they locked in a surge of passion. Her fingers slipped along his bare muscular belly and guided his throbbing penis towards the wetly quivering lips of her cunt. She was already wet, and moaning into his face, her eyes clenched shut in a mask of pleasure-pain, her hips groping and grinding ravenously as steam billowed from their nostrils stentoriously.
He thrust into her frantically, with a blind rush and the most passionate grip of her pussy was as he remembered it, surprisingly tight and clasping like a heated velvet glove clutching at his painfully throbbing cock as he rammed it into her wet tightness.
His penis slipped up into her, a little painfully at first. Paul prided himself on the size of his cock, and to be able to tunnel to the end of Mae's cunt, was a compliment indeed. It hurt along the hard length from her milking cuntal muscles. Salaciously, it began pistoning in and out, easier now as her cuntal sheath adjusted, accepting all of him.
Mae let out a muffled gasp, choking for a lungful of air, and he thrust right up into her savagely so that their loins bruised and ground together wetly, lubricated with the warm flowing wetness that oozed around his frantically pumping cock and eased its entry like a river of warm melted butter.
She strained back under him, arching her loins up at his, lifting them both off the sandy ground with little strain. Moaning, she squirmed and writhed under him, her buttock cheeks grinding into the ground. She bit his lips, nibbled at his neck, kissed his eyes and snaked her tongue into the cavern of his mouth, turned away gasping for air, then came back for more, again and again.
"Your finger, honey," she gasped hoarsely, her voice rising and falling with his cock pounding far up into her belly.
"What?" His breath billowed white with labor in the cold morning air.
"Stick it ... awww ... s-stick it up my ass while you f-fuck me!" she moaned needfully. The words caught him by surprise-this was something he'd never done with a woman before. For a moment, though still screwing into her frantically, he was jealous of the man who'd taught her this lusty trick, of another man with his finger stuck up her ass, up his girl's ass. The change in his thinking was so subtle that he failed to sense it himself, but he was hooked again, caught in her net ... hooked.
He reached under her, between her soft buttery ass cheeks as he stroked steadily into her moistly sucking cuntal hole. He spread her buttocks apart, felt, her passion-moistened pubic curls, found her tightly puckered ring and apprehensively thrust his finger in. It eased in a little at first, entering with a soft popping sound, then all the way in to the last joint as she gave another deep soulful moan and screwed her buttocks back against his pleasure-giving finger. He moved his finger around in the velvety channel of her rectum and heard her choke painfully as his fingernail gouged the delicate flesh. She grunted then and squirmed down onto it again, offering her forbidden anal passage for his exploration.
Paul's loins wound tightly like a coiled spring, and his penis felt as big as a tree limb, as if it were growing out of control and would keep growing until he lunged one last time and thrust right though her belly to pulverize her insides. It expanded, bloated and contracted like a pump, and throbbed painfully with every swell.
She held him prisoner in her strong thighs, clamping them around his hips, loosening them, clenching them tightly in a practiced rhythm he adored.
He could hear her cursing under her breath, something else he had never heard her do, and her face was suddenly deeply flushed, the veins in her neck sticking out like telephone cords as her sharp nails raked across his back and shoulders painfully.
She murmured something hoarsely, and he didn't hear her at first. "I'm al-almost there ... I'm about to cum!" she gasped again, then repeated the last word of her litany over and over until her words fused together in one passionate chant. She pulled back her thighs, presenting his with a wide-open playground of wet, pink flesh. Her legs slid up and over his shoulders. She ground her genitals up against his with bruising force, her lewdly grinding buttocks arched high off the ground to meet his deeply furrowing thrusts into her very womb. Her eyes were open now, but glazed as if she were drugged, and her mouth hung open limply. She emitted an animal cry and impaled herself suicidally onto his desire-hardened penis and held herself there, lifting him boldly off the bed while her sweat-soaked loins worked feverishly up and down on his deliriously spearing cock.
"OH GAWD ... I'M CUMMMMING!" she grunted, the breath exploded from her lungs in a puff of frozen air and she collapsed under him, falling back against the ground as his full weight crashed down onto her nakedness. She was limp as an unstarched shirt, and lay there quivering, her breasts heaving as she struggled to fill her lungs with air.
Paul's forehead furrowed with concern. "Christ, he might really have hurt her, but after a couple of moments, his cock still inside her and as rigid and eager as ever, she began to revive.
She looked at him with that baby-faced angelic smile, her eyes then closed and she clutched him tight against her as he burrowed a little deeper into her wetly twitching cunt.
"Warm me up ... brrr ... I'm getting cold," she begged, throwing a corner of the blanket over her back. She rubbed her goosebumps until they disappeared.
"Anything for you, honey ... anything."
She gasped again as he snapped his loins like a handle of a great bullwhip and shuddered his long hard penis to the hilt once more in her ravaged pussy, ramming it tightly and viciously between her swollen cuntal lips.
"Don't cum inside me ... I quit taking pills."
"You? Quit birth control?" He couldn't stifle his laugh.
"So what the hell am I supposed to do?" His balls were a seething cauldron of white-hot cum and they threatened to explode any second into her belly in a torrent of relief.
Mae was a woman attuned to men's desires. "Don't worry, honey. Turn over on your back and I'll fix you good."
He had no reason to doubt her. This one had a helluva track record. He rolled over onto his back compliantly, feeling the sand under his weight and squirmed in between Mae's naked body and the ground. He slipped out of her moist cuntal grip with an audible pop that he was sure echoed throughout the whole beach. His penis rose straight up toward the sky as he lay on his back and felt unsure exactly what she had in store for him. This one was full of surprises, and with the tricks she'd shown him this morning, he knew it must be good.
She leaned over him, her blonde hair curtaining her shoulders, tickling his bare chest. Tenderly she stroked the stiffened organ, first with one and hand and then with both, pumping gingerly and letting the wet, gleaming length slide between her fingers. She brought her lips down to it eagerly, breathlessly and warmly fastened them around the throbbing, blood-filled head with a moan of ecstasy. When the jarring awareness of her intentions registered, a bolt of adrenalin shot through his body. He felt his whole body tense in anticipation. She held his cock in one hand and began to suck on it, steadily, hungrily, rhythmically, up and down with a swirling movement of her tongue at the apex of each loving stroke.
His loins tensed as he looked down at the sight of the action, wondering when the last time was he'd felt like this. Certainly not with Carla. Carla would never suck his cock ... until after marriage.
She sucked harder, sometimes giving him a tiny teasing nibble, or scraping the thick fleshy stalk with her teeth. His cock was white where her teeth had been and blood purple on the lustfully pulsing tip.
Mae released her grip on his cock and placed both hands under his buttocks, lifting them up as she slid her ovalled lips up and down on his meaty stalk. It disappeared completely down her warmly sucking throat, and he wondered why it didn't choke her; she knew what she was doing all right. Had he thought about it, he would have done the same for her.
Her rough tongue with its coarse swiping lick, was making the head of his penis quiver and vibrate as if it were coming alive. He stiffened his hips, crossing his legs, clamping his muscular thighs tight together as if maybe he would squeeze the flood of scalding hot cum back into his pounding testicles. He could feel the movement stirring in his balls, as if he had to urinate, but couldn't. He watched her angelic face work over his loins, her lips stretched, clinging to his long, swollen cock, sucking it ravenously.
Paul reached over to spread his discarded shirt over her naked back, knowing she must be damned near freezing to death lying on top, naked, with the ocean winds blowing over her back. One touch of the damp cotton soaked with morning fog told him there was no warmth there and he tossed it aside. Mae raised her head and smiled around his throbbing cock as if to thank him for the kind thought.
That smile of gratitude did something indescribable to him and he pushed his loins right up at her face, arching his body from waist to curled under toes, and her nibbling lips gulped in every inch of his burgeoning manhood. His own throat and mouth were bone dry; he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. He thought of his painfully hardened cock exploding in her mouth, emptying down her throat in a seething flood of cum, and he tried to hold back.
Maybe he shouldn't let it get like that ... maybe she had planned to stop just before he came. Strained noises made their way from his lungs, and he rammed his hips as high as they would go, cramming every inch of his wildly pulsating cock down her clamping throat, but she showed no intentions of stopping. A few seconds more ... just a few. NOW!
His hips writhed uncontrollably and his vision blurred as the delicious agony grew more unbelievable. His eyes opened on a fantasy vision of her lovely young lips pursed around his aching cock, sucking hungrily, his whole body straining to hold back the inevitable. A gasp broke finally from his parched throat.
"Aaaaggghhh!" His hands grabbed her head near the ears, and he shoved her hungrily sucking mouth down hard onto his maniacally jerking cock. His breath tore from his lungs and he shuddered as his cum-filled balls emptied their precious fluid in a stinging jet of white sticky sperm, racing along the swollen length of his shaft at a great, unstoppable speed. She sucked on, greedily as every, every drop emptying down her gullet, and she licked the moist threads from the madly throbbing head of his cock.
Finally, his tender, sore penis deflated like a pricked balloon in the hollows of her flooded throat; but she kept right on nibbling on it, sucking clean every last drop of his life-giving sperm. He gave a heaving sigh and flopped back onto the sand, exhausted and completely spent. For a long while he lay motionless, her head flat against his belly, her tongue still lashing out at the smooth flaccid head of his spent organ. Then she slithered like a snake up along his naked body, rubbing her tender sensitive nipples along his bare skin until her lips found his.
They kissed lovingly for a long time ... until the sky turned blue, and he could taste the strange tanginess of his own cum flavoring her lips and mouth.
Slowly, she arose and pulled her blanket around her naked body, while Paul lay shivering. An electric current seemed to pass between the two, sparkling smiles and giggling hugs before the two of them parted, taking separate trails back to unsuspecting partners ... or so they prayed.