Big Beach Bulges, Butts, and Boobs – Part 5

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As soon as he sat next to me and the hostess had wandered away, I hissed at him, “Turn that off! I am not going to have an orgasm right here in the restaurant, so don’t waste your time trying to make me.”It was a lie, of course; with the vibrating egg deep inside of me and the remote in his hands, if he’d kept it at that special pulse-buzz-pulse setting that I like so much I’d probably have turned into a twitching, helpless, orgasming puddle of goo right there at our table!Luckily he didn’t, but he also didn’t show me mercy by turning it off. Instead, he turned it to a slow, steady vibration, which, while it would not bring me to orgasm the way that the pulse (which I can feel every beat and throb of in my clit) would have, it still served to keep me right on the edge.The steady, low vibration inside me isn’t even so much directly stimulating as it is focusing; the sensation forced me to focus on it, making me hyper-aware of my aroused sex and unable to fully involve my mind in other things and put aside sexual thoughts for awhile. By doing that it forced me into a continuous state of high arousal, the idea of sex always at the forefront, and I was lubricating madly – so much so that I was afraid I might make a big wet spot on my dress where I sat on it.The many bright colors and wild print of the skirt would probably disguise any wet spot I might make, but still…“Richie, turn it off, please! You’re going to make me soak through my dress if you don’t.”“Really? You’re that wet?”“Yes! You know me, what do you think?”“I think it sounds like fun. I also think that idea makes me very hard.”With him seated alongside me it was a simple thing to slip my hand beneath the table and into his lap, where I discovered he wasn’t lying. His erection was long and hard and lying against his left thigh, pointed down the pants leg of his cargo shorts.“Mmm, very nice! Are you wearing underwear?”He grinned. “Nope! I figured since you weren’t…”I curled my fingers around the bottom hem of his shorts, and I could just touch the tip of his penis. It was wet and slippery and if he was only an inch or so longer it would have been sticking out of his pants. “Wow, Richie… you’re leaking too.” I continued to touch the silky, supple head of his cock, smearing his precum over it while teasing him.He groaned. “Unnhh, fuck, Rayney! Much as I don’t want you to, you’d better stop.”I didn’t, but I laughed and leaned my head on his shoulder. “Afraid you’re going to cum?”“It could happen.”“Wouldn’t that be fun!”“Fuuuck… Please stop.”“Turn off the egg. If you don’t make me leave a wet spot, I won’t make you make one either.”He quickly turned it off, and I withdrew my slippery fingers. Looking him in the eye, I licked them and then dried them on my napkin. He stared, then sat quietly for a minute, forcing himself to breathe slow and steady before he said, “Damn, that was close. You’re evil.”“You started it, buster. Were you that close to coming?”“Razor’s edge. I can’t help it, you know; the idea of you having an orgasm right here in public is so fucking hot.”“Richie…” What could I say? I loved that him thinking of me like that excited him. “Maybe you can turn it back on during dessert, but no more ‘til then. Deal?”“Deal. But then you still can’t make me walk out of here with wet pants.”I laughed but agreed. We had a very nice dinner, during which we were both able to dial back our arousal a few clicks. Unfortunately, he remembered that I’d told him he could resume his abuse of my libido during Anadolu Yakası Escort dessert, and he did, setting the egg throbbing again. Surprising myself, I soon came hard, and I think my fingers may have left dents in the table where I was gripping it so tight, attempting to be quiet and not writhe around. I didn’t entirely succeed, but mostly, and I also didn’t much care by then.He continued to let it throb inside of me, and by the time we left, I was a quivering mass of nerve endings desperately in need of serious relief, my pussy, ass, and upper thighs, where I’d rubbed them together, slippery with the evidence of my arousal.But he was just as bad, as I could tell by his attitude and the hard ridge of his penis defined so well against the leg of his shorts, so I suggested a walk on the beach. It killed me to do it when all I wanted was his face between my legs or that hard length deep inside of me, but I had some ideas. He reluctantly agreed, and once he’d settled up by signing the bill and adding our cottage number we walked out and followed the garden path and then the boardwalk down to the beach.We strolled down the sand for a while, far enough to get away from the lights of the resort and some of the other beach strollers. He kept the egg vibrating inside of me, and I could feel my arousal leaking down my legs, but now I no longer cared. I’d also quit worrying about it falling out, first because it apparently wasn’t going to do that, but also because if it did, there was nobody around to see it. Worst case, it would get all sandy and need to be washed.We eventually sat on the sand, looking out over the ocean in the bright moonlight. We were just above the farthest reach of the small waves that were breaking on the beach, where the sand was still dry, but on about every seventh or eighth wave the water just touched our toes. We talked and teased each other, playing little sex mind games, and with my knees drawn up and my feet apart I could sometimes hear the buzz of the vibrator in me over the sounds of the surf.He eventually said, “Are you as wet as you said?”“You made me come, Richard, so of course I am – you know me. You can check for yourself if you get all the sand off your hands first.”He quickly but thoroughly brushed the sand from his hands, wiping them on his pants and then his shirt, then scooted up beside me and snuck his hand down between my legs. When his fingers slid in the slippery juices on my inner thighs, he laughed. “Wow, Rayney! You weren’t kidding! Horny girl…”“Your fault.” His fingers were at my sex now, and when he stroked my most sensitive spot, I gasped. “Ohh, god!”He laughed again. “Fuck, hon’! Your clit is so hard it’s like a tiny little dick.”“Don’t be mean. You’re embarrassing me.”“No… I mean, don’t be embarrassed, I love it! If I could, I’d shove my face between your legs right here and lap up every drop, then suck your little clitty until you begged me to stop.”“God… That might take a while; you know how much I enjoy orgasms.”“I do, yes. Wanna have one?”“God, yes!” So encouraged, he slid two fingers into me, using them to manipulate the still-vibrating egg up inside of me while his thumb went to work on my clit. Needless to say, I came. It was quick and hard, and I was groaning and bucking my hips, thrusting my pussy against his probing fingers. I don’t think I made enough noise that anybody nearby heard me over the surf, but only because I forced myself to be as quiet as Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan possible. I wanted to scream, push him down, and mount him, cock or face, but I didn’t.Instead, I quickly fished his erection out of the leg of his shorts. He pulled his knees up like mine were, each of us conscious of hiding our partner’s hand at our sex from the occasional walker – usually couples – that passed between us and the sea on the wet, hard-packed sand. I maneuvered about three or four inches of him past the hem of his shorts, the spongy-hard head of his cock slippery with his precum, and I knew by the sounds he was making that he was not going to last long!I think his cock was about as big and hard as I’d ever felt it, but still, as I stroked it I felt him swell and stiffen further, and knew he was about to come. Through gritted teeth, he moaned, “Ohh, Rayney, fuuuccckkk!” and a long rope of white cum, glistening in the moonlight, shot out of him and landed in a white streak on the wet sand four or five feet in front of us.Another followed, and then another, slightly less powerful, and then several more small spurts that spread across the sand right between his feet. By then my fingers were covered with his warm cream, and I brought them to my lips and sucked them clean as he watched.He looked so envious that I returned my hand to his still-softly-spasming cock and milked a few more dribbles of cum from him, which I offered to him; he took it, eagerly sucking my fingers clean. After that, we gathered what we could from his cock, his balls, and his thigh, and shared it as we kissed.By the time we were done, the only remaining evidence of his massive orgasm was his long, semi-hard cock hanging out of his pants leg and the many gleaming white streaks and pearls of his cum on the sand in front of us. I’d expected it to quickly soak in, but it didn’t. Instead, it beaded up and lay there in the bright moonlight as incriminating evidence of our lewd behavior!Before we could kick sand over it, another couple walked between us and the sea, an attractive young couple, probably about our age. They nodded hello, as many had, and when she turned and looked at us and smiled, I was sure she’d seen my husband’s cum everywhere. She leaned in and said something softly to her guy as they passed, and he looked over his shoulder at us and chuckled.When they moved a little farther away, Richey whispered, “I think she saw my cum on the sand. Fuck, she nearly stepped in it!”I smiled, enjoying that idea, but then I glanced down and laughed. “Or, she may have seen your beautiful cock hanging out of your shorts. Are you trolling for women?”He looked startled, glanced down, swore, and then quickly tucked himself away. “That’s embarrassing!”“I don’t know why it should be. Some people go nude on this beach, after all, and you do have a very nice cock.”“Very funny. I didn’t see you flashing them your pussy.”“I didn’t think of it in time.” When he goggled, I laughed. “I might have, you know; something about the warm breezes, the sand and the sea, and being here with the man I love is making me very horny. You know I do silly stuff when I get like this.”“Yeah, half-drunk and horny. It looks good on you!” He grinned. “On that note, should we go back to the room and fuck each other’s brains out?”“I thought you’d never offer. But first…” I spread my legs and reached down, searching for the little vinyl loop from the egg, which was there to Escort Anadolu Yakası make it easier to remove. When I found it, I slowly pulled the still-vibrating little bastard out of my sensitized sex, and almost fucking came again as I did! “Ohh, god! This thing is damn diabolical. Whoever invented this is twisted… and brilliant! Some kind of evil genius…”He laughed, and I pressed the purple egg, slick and dripping with my juices, to his lips. “Open…”He did, as if to lick my arousal fluids from the rubbery-plastic case, and I pushed it, still wet and vibrating, into his mouth. It feels a nice size in me, but it seemed huge when I shoved it in his mouth. He looked shocked, and could barely take it all in. His eyes watered as he nearly gagged for a moment, and I could hear it clattering against his teeth. “You may want to turn that off before it chips all your teeth.”It wouldn’t have (I don’t think) but he quickly scrambled for the remote and shut it down, then stood looking at me, a streak of drool – or my cum – on his chin. He seemed to get control of his gag reflex as he shifted it within his mouth, and then he said, “Har muff uh ooh erwit iss?” Then he drooled.I laughed as I translated that to ‘What am I supposed to do with this?’ which may or may not have been right, but I answered, “You have to keep it in your mouth until we get back to our room.”He frowned. Oohhh, ayey, ahoh air!”I understood ‘Oh, Rayney, that’s no fair!’ out of that, and replied, laughing, “I had it inside of me for the last three hours, so stop whining – just be glad I don’t have the remote! When we get back to the room, you get to see if you can put it back in me without using your hands.”“Oh. Oh-ay!” He grinned like the cat that swallowed the canary – or, more accurately, was still trying to. He liked that idea!I smiled at his eager acceptance and we began the long stroll back along the beach. I talked, he listened, which I thought was just about perfect. I teased him some more about the well-hung stud in the blue Speedo and what I’d like to do with his big cock, and when I reached over and felt him he was hard and throbbing. He also had cum stains on his pants that I hadn’t been aware of until we got back into better light, where they became very apparent.Occasionally we’d meet someone, or another couple, and exchange a friendly greeting – or rather, I would. Richard would just smile awkwardly and nod. I hadn’t mentioned the cum on his pants, but I saw a few pairs of eyes drop to his bulge and his slimy wet spots, and I planned to mention it to him after we got back to our room.I was extremely aware of how wet I still was, and our games were keeping me aroused so it wasn’t letting up at all. I think that if I’d had panties on I would have felt like I’d peed myself, I was so wet! We made it back to our cottage eventually, and when we’d barely closed the door behind us I unzipped him and freed his cock.It was long and hard and gorgeous, with that little bit of upward curve that fits me so well, and as I softly stroked it, I said, “Your bulgy shorts sure got a lot of admiring looks on the way back.”“Uh-uh.”“Yes, they did! Or else maybe they were just wondering how you got cum all over them.”“Huh?” He bent forward and looked at his pants, then at me. “Ayey! Ooh ooh?”“Of course I knew, but what were you going to do, walk back with no pants on?” I laughed. “You had no choice but to do the walk of shame!”He blushed, rolled his eyes, then shook his head and said, “Ucch,” which I think was ‘fuck’, and pulled me toward the bed, eager to have the egg out of his mouth. I think he planned to throw me on the bed and dive between my legs so he could shove the egg back into me with his tongue and lips, and I pretended to go along with it until the last second when I turned and half-pulled, half-pushed him onto the bed first.

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