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The couple got out of the car, a man in his mid 20’s, a woman in her early 40’s. As he straightened up, he flashed a big grin to her, his brown eyes flashing with happiness, his tan glowing next to his red t-shirt, his hair still wet from the showers they just took. He stretched to his 5’7″ height and looked around at the dusky sky. She came around the car and he grabbed her around her trim waist, picking her up and squeezing her, then dropping her back down to the ground. She stood on her tippy toes, her 5’3″ frame reaching for his lips. A light peck and they returned to the business of unpacking the car. Smiling, laughing, they carried their bags, walking next to the heat soaked road. Although 8 in the evening, the still air felt hot and heavy, the humidity ever present. It’s hard to believe it’s supposed to be in the 70’s tonight, he commented. Walking behind her, watching her familiar rear end move, he smiled to himself. I just hope it doesn’t rain, she replied.
They walked onto the beach, chatting, pointing out the more interesting people, the kids, and whatever else caught their eye. But as they rounded the bend to the “quiet” spot, they stopped. Hundreds of beach towels lay out, with hundreds to people laying there, drinking soda (and more), talking, kids running around. The two looked at each other, a little stunned. It’s a lot more crowded than I thought it’d be, she said. Well, we’ll just need to find a place to lay down.
Fireworks are interesting in that you don’t need a front row seat – you just need a place without a tall person or tree in front of you. And as the two meandered around the beach, they ended up at the center back, near the sparse woods. I think this’ll have to do, he said, and she nodded, setting down her bag. They laid out their beach towel and pulled out the thin blanket she thoughtfully brought along.
She lay down next to him, and he turned and put his arm around her, drawing her to him. It’s so nice being with you, he said, breathing in her feminine scent, that alluring female scent that surprised him in its strength every time he saw her. She curled up next to him, smaller, compact. They murmured to one another, talking about work, colleagues, some of the people around, and the cooling air. It got darker until the world took that familiar monotone look of grays and blacks. Her shoulders chilled, she drew the blanket up and turned to her side away from him. He could not resist and pulled her towards him, fitting his body perfectly behind her, spoon style. He pushed a bit, and she turned, smiling, as she felt his penis pushing against her. He put his arm over her, holding her stomach, trying not to be too obvious. It’ll start soon, he said, and he was right.
Some muted sounds announced the start of the festivities, and they both turned their heads to follow the small lights shooting upwards. Then, gently, brilliantly, the lights expanded, turning into brilliant hues of color. Oooohh, the crowd murmured. The bright pattern slowly slid off the sky. Bang! bang! bang! The crowd collectively jumped as the noisemakers went off. And so it started, the 4th of July festivities.
As the fireworks kept blossoming, he pulled her tighter towards him. It’s his bahis firmaları type of hug, she thought, that loving, squeezing, intense hug, both urgent and caring at the same time. She wiggled her rear, adjusting, so that the head of his penis dropped in between her cheeks. She giggled as she listened to his momentary pause in his breathing. Then, his hand dropping down to the waistband of her shorts, he pulled her rear into his hard penis, pressing hard.
He slid his hands down into her shorts. Her hand quickly intercepted his, and he stopped, his gut all of a sudden churning, worried that he’d taken too much liberty. But then, her hand over his, she guided his hand to her vagina, his fingers feeling her trimmed bush, then sliding further down to feel her wetness. She groaned just a bit and tried to make herself more available, taking her hand away, now letting him do what he wanted. Too awkward because of the “over-the-hip” angle of his arm, he pulled his hand away. Discreetly, he slid his hand between them, sliding his hand between her thighs, his forearm rubbing the hardness in his shorts. He started to finger her, moving the crotch of her shorts aside. With a slight adjustment, he found a comfortable position where his fingers lay on her clit and her very wet lips. Is this okay, he murmured. Can anyone see?, he asked. She looked around. No, it’s okay she said. He looked up at a particularly bright explosion, and looked around. Everyone’s heads craned upwards – no one was looking at one of the many couples laying on a towel, holding each other for warmth.
He started to rub her clit, the familiar little bump moving around, slippery, wet. Her head dropped and he could hear her breathing, a little deeper than normal. Do you think you can…? he asked her. She nodded silently, her eyes closed. I want you too also she whispered. He nodded even though he thought that it would be impossible. He started rubbing that spot just below her clit, that spot that he learned drove her crazy. The warmth spread in her body, her juices making even her thighs deliciously damp. She could feel the familiar pressure, the warmth, and she held his other hand with her own, squeezing as she ramped up, easing as she’d let herself drift away. She tilted her head to his arm, the one under her neck, and rubbed her chin on it, her cheek. She kissed it, feeling him jump. She smiled and licked it, tasting the salt from the air and his familiar, comforting “taste”. She spread her thighs a bit, enjoying the cool air rushing between them, his had still protecting her core from any disrupting drafts.
She could feel his thumb, eager to get into the action, rubbing her lips, wetting itself. Then, soaked with her juices, she could feel it travel back, circling her anus, closer and closer, until she involuntarily clenched as he pressed. Then she pushed, her ass opening up, soft and pliable under his thumb. He languished there, then brought more moisture down, until her ass was as wet and pliable as her cunt. He pressed just a bit, so that his thumb just started to penetrate her. He stopped short of penetration, satisfied with just pushing against her ring of muscle. Rubbing her clit and her ass at the same time, he looked at her still kaçak iddaa face. He could feel a tremble in her body, and he kept moving his fingers.
She lay there, her crotch soaked, under delicious attack from front and rear. She could push and feel his thumb start to penetrate her ass, then relax to try and draw him in. But she wanted to push too, against the pleasure pressure against her clit. She was close, moving just a bit, his lower arm actually pressing hard against her thigh to keep her from moving too much. She squeezed his hand again, suckling on his arm. The warmth was spreading and she could feel the heat in her ears, her chest. It started slowly, an almost numbness starting at her core, expanding outward, her breathing halted as her body concentrated on more important things. Her nails dug into his palm and yet his fingers still moved, the numbness overpowering her, the tension building, almost unbearable. She started to open her mouth but found his hand quickly covering it, and he hushed into her ear. That’s what did it, that delicious tickling in her ear, and the tension peaked, her body stiff, her breathing forgotten temporarily. Then the unbelievably pleasurable clenching started, the tension started to melt away, and she could feel the pulsing, the release, her vagina quivering, her body trembling, as she felt waves of pleasure rush through her body. As the intensity faded, replaced by a powerful undercurrent of warmth, love, and comfort, she realized that she was still tensing her hips. Relaxing, she visibly drooped as she allowed herself to return to the present.
Breathing carefully, she turned her head, smiling, and murmured it’s your turn. She got no argument. He carefully, gently pulled down the front of his shorts, precum already sticky, his cock rock hard from feeling her cum in a crowded beach. He slid between her thighs and then tried to push the head up into her. The wetness, the angle, and his need combined to make it virtually impossible for him to penetrate her. She reached down and guided him, and he immediately dropped in, the wetness incredible, the heat just so powerful. But he couldn’t penetrate her enough and kept dropping out, the angles working against the two of them. She reach down and actually moved her cunt a little away from him. Then, her fingers gripping him hard, she started pushing him into her. Oh my god, he murmured, are you sure? She answered the only way she could – his cock penetrated the initial ring of muscle of her ass, and he could feel the immense tightness, the pressure. He reached down and wet himself as best as he could, and then started to push in. Amazingly, he slid in rather easily: this time, the angles helping rather than hindering them. He buried himself and could feel her body pulsating around his cock.
She lay there, her ass open for him, his cock deep inside of her. She would clench involuntarily sometimes, but pushed to let him as far in as he wanted. He moved a bit, but she could tell he was really hard and already quite close. She held his hand with both of hers, looking like a contented woman going to sleep on her side. The occasional flashes of light, the bangs, they reminded her that she was on the beach, but with the kaçak bahis darkness came anonymity. She felt like they were alone on the beach, making love, and she reveled in that feeling. Her ass was the natural choice, she wanted him there, and he was so awkward trying to reach her front from such a terrible angle. But as she felt him move a bit, she smiled. This is the way it was meant to be.
He lay there and felt her cheek smile, and he smiled too. He had buried himself to the hilt, and when he flexed his penis, she would squeeze him back, a kind of internal Morse code. They played a bit like this for a bit, but in the end he was getting a little close. He put his lower hand on her hip, and although it seemed to be just laying there, he’d press down hard, or pull on her, all without necessarily moving her, but letting her feel the intensity he was feeling. He could feel her opening up, her muscles relaxing, allowing this unusual (but acquainted) intruder to move a bit more freely.
She could feel him move side to side, opening her up, stretching her out. She loved this, wanting him to own her, to ravage her with love and desire, to have him open her wide. And as the fireworks continued overhead, they continued in her ass. She was definitely opening up for him and she loved it. She could feel him moving just a bit, easier than before, her ass warm and open and flexible for him. The tightness was gone, the initial bit of discomfort a forgotten thought. And with him so rock hard, she knew that he was enjoying it as much as she was.
He withdrew just a bit, feeling her ass around his cock, trying to keep in him. Then he’d slowly push back in, her ass welcoming him back. He was clenching and unclenching her hip and her hands. Initial quivers ran through the base of his cock and he’d stop, allowing the delicious spasms to subside. Then he’d move again, so close and yet able to hover on that edge. Finally, realizing fireworks overhead wouldn’t go on forever, he allowed himself the luxury of slipping out of control. He started to move a little more. After a few pushes, he thrust particularly hard into her, gripping her hip as hard as he could. That familiar tenseness came, his breathing stopped, and he started to tremble.
The tension built and built, and he could feel his cock just straining, ready to explode. He could feel the looseness in his groin as his precious cum gathered. Then, like a cresting wave, he peaked, biting her neck, his fingers digging into her hip, his cock quivering with tension. Then, the initial trickle of cum, following by a most intense blast of cum, deep into her bowels, followed by another, and another, and another. His hips started to relax, then, his fingers almost cramping, he released her. Trying to breath quietly, he grit his teeth, then kissed her neck, feeling the new teethmarks there with his lips. Holy, she murmured, are you okay? He grinned, nuzzling her neck. I’m fine. But now what?
She giggled. We wait, she said. And so they did, pretending to be asleep until everyone left, even the kids that almost ran over them. Look, one cried out, there are some *people* here. Then a chorus of giggles. Then running feet fading into the night. He pulled out, finally, shrunk. They sat up, arranging their clothes. That was intense, he said. Yes it was, she grinned, pulling him towards her. Holding each other, she said, let’s go home, I want to go to sleep holding you. Deal, he said.
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