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Nekkid and Unafraid






We were like a couple of high school lovers in heat until the heat got too hot to handle. It was soon after a major category four hurricane dealt us a glancing blow as it rolled up the east coast of Florida that we decided to take a ride over to the beach. It had dropped fifteen degrees after the storm, and we had the whole beach to ourselves as I lay out a blanket and sat down to enjoy the last few hours of sunlight. The wind was just cool enough to instigate some heavy petting, and it wasn’t long before we were thoroughly hot and bothered. We were like two teens in heat, the way we were necking like we might get caught, until she panted that I was going to have a wet spot on my shorts if I kept it up. I rolled over from between her legs, pitching the biggest tent of my own, and sure enough, my Teepee was damp. I was even more turned on by the fact that she was so wet that my hard cock ached to investigate further.

She fluffed her shorts around her crotch to cool it down, and I couldn’t help myself as I forced her legs open like the wings of a butterfly. She giggled coyly and looked around to see if anyone might see, but refocused when I slid my fingers under her shorts and over her panties to find her clit already at full mast. Her legs fluttered at my touch, and she squealed as my fingers captured her nub and rolled it between my fingers. Her hot pocket was on fire as she became even wetter to quench it. She sat up on her elbows to supervise me on her playground, and I watched her chew on her lip until her brows frowned, and then her mouth hung open just before her head fell back with the first of her little orgasms. We both lay back on the blanket for a little breather, she with her soaked sandbox, and me with all my appreciation aching to play in it. As if reading my mind, she rolled onto her side, unzipped my shorts, and fished my raging cock from its confines. Now, I was the one looking for spectators as she squeezed and rolled her hand around my rigid mast. Her happy moans told me she was impressed with her handiwork as her strokes increased in tempo with her hungry sounds. I needed a distraction, so my hand found its way back between her legs, and this time under her shorts and panties to find her creamy candy center, which I used to gloss her folds, and strum her clit, and like two horny teens, we were without a care in the world as we stroked and fiddled until we took all we could take, and couldn’t takes it anymore.

She lifted her waist and pulled her soaked shorts and panties down and off in frustration for something more substantial. As she put her hips back down on the blanket, she squealed again because as she did so, she rested her bottom in a giant wet spot, looked at me all accusatory, and said, “See what you do to me”? She came through like a hurricane, and I apologized as she tore at my belt and the button to my shorts before growling emphatically that I remove them forthwith. Neither of us looked around any longer for any potential witnesses and were too hot and bothered to care. Her demands were getting desperate, as was I to comply, and I kicked off my shorts and briefs and crawled between her thighs and battered at her pearly gates in a dirty horizontal dance. She was beyond need, as she reached between our bodies, grabbed my cock, and guided it inside her like a samurai falling on her sword. The heat and tightness of her was perverse until her juices once again came to lick the flames and escort me to her deepest parts. She came again within seconds, and I became impossibly harder with that knowledge as I splashed and sloshed in her delicious pool of appreciation.

Her hunger was as unquenchable as she was ravenous, as she pulled me impossibly deeper and harder into her with her legs wrapped around me, and like Houdini, she removed her shirt and bra and was pulling my shirt off before I knew what had happened. And there we were, nekkid and unafraid, her like the lion tamer under me, cracking the whip of lust and need, imploring “Don’t stop”, and demanding “Harder, harder, harder!” I literally rammed my head into a wall, as my pelvis crushed her clit between us until she cried out in confession. There was applause and hoots of appreciation just off into the dusk of the night, but I couldn’t care less, and neither could she, as she pleaded “Cum inside me” and other expletives that were clearly used to motivate me further, and too hot for a confessional. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard, before breaking it to look down between our bodies and demanding, “Fuck me harder”. I took a deep, renewing breath and looked too, as we watched my thick, glistening cock piston in and out of her like we were watching a burning trail of gunpowder as it nears the keg, ready to explode. Until we did. Like two head-on trains, we collided one last time, and it was my turn to exclaim. I howled like a wolf to more enthusiastic applause and chants for an encore, to which she blushed and pulled me down on top of her, suddenly shy but not of the least bit embarrassed. 

Happy Hump Day!!

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