Chapter 71:
SEX ON THE BEACH - THAT'S A DRINK, RIGHT?
71. At a marina near the world famous Daytona Beach, I had taken a transient slip. I only had one more day to enjoy the splendors of the eye candy so evident there. After breakfast I threw together a beach bag and took a taxi to the beach.
I settled in with my cooler of cold beer, a hat and shades, my headphones, and the obligatory sunscreen, ready to watch the parade. Sure enough, the beach was packed. It was a cornucopia of people - young, old, fat, skinny. Everything under the sun was represented, an even mix between hot, young guys and girls in their 20s, families with kids, or old geezers like me.
A mixed group of guys and girls had pitched a volleyball net near me. I took great delight in watching them play, while listening to Tchaikovsky's Romeo end Juliet, Fantasy Overture through my headphones. It was a natural high to be watching one fantasy and hearing another.
At one point I got so carried away with a passage in the music, I closed my eyes. As the music enveloped me, an errant volleyball shot careened right at me, smashing into me and all my stuff. My beer emptied itself on me, my cooler spilled its contents and everything else was torn asunder.
"Oh, my God, mister! So, so sorry. Let us help clean up this mess we've made." Half the volleyball players were now huddled around me all trying to rectify things. They helped me up and found that I was soaked with beer. One of the lovelies announced that they were going to take me to their place nearby to clean me up. A few of the others concurred.
"That's not necessary kids. I'll just wash off in the ocean and air dry. I'll be fine. There are no broken bones. No harm - no foul."
But they insisted. I, apparently, had no say in the matter. Two of the girls and one guy grabbed my arms leading me helplessly away, against my protestations. One called over her shoulder "Hey, guys! Watch his stuff, okay?" They walked me a short distance to their room in a beachfront hotel. During the walk I discovered that there were eight of them total between two rooms - four guys, four girls. They were here attending some sort of corporate retreat.
They took me to the room the girls were in. It's common knowledge that guys are pigs. But have you ever seen the colossal mess that four women create? Bras, panties, tops, bottoms, blow dryers and makeup strewn haphazardly everywhere! One of the girls, embarrassed that her male coworker and a total stranger were seeing this, quickly swept everything into a heap in one corner. The other girl began gingerly disrobing me.
She stripped off my shirt and, with a practiced hand, undid my shorts, sliding them and my boxers to the floor. Upon revealing my prized possession, she paused and gave a wide-eyed look to her friend. I felt very awkward standing there stark naked with two beauties and a handsome guy exploring my body with their eyes. My hands instantly tried to cover my privates.
"Oh, dude. Come on now. It's the 21st century! It's not like we've never seen a guy's cock before." She leaned forward and gave my glans a quick peck with her lips. "You hop in the shower now, dude. Chuck, will you take these dirty clothes down to the guest laundry? We've gotta get this guy righted around." She stood up, twirled me around facing the bath and spanked my behind.
When I emerged from the shower, I was startled at what I found. One girl was sitting in the corner chair, her legs drawn up, filing her fingernails. Her laptop was propped open on the table next to her. She was dividing her attention between her laptop and her nails, oblivious to the others who were lying on one bed passionately making out. Her top had disappeared, and he was groping her boobs. Her hand was down his shorts giving him a handjob.
The girl in the chair cleared her throat. Nonchalantly, as if this was a regular occurrence, she said "Ahem, Chuck, Carrie ... we have company." The sex fiends instantly jumped up, Carrie grabbing her bikini top and modestly turning away as she fit it to her noteworthy breasts, as if the damage hadn't already been done. Chuck furtively tried to conceal his boner, very unsuccessfully. There was no mistaking what was pressing from behind the thin fabric of his shorts. He rushed to the door "I'll go check on the laundry." He quickly stepped out, his hands trying to conceal his very obvious erection.
I stood there, a towel wrapped around my waist, wondering what the protocol was in such a situation. Carrie picked up on the awkwardness. "Tabby, why don’t you help get our guest dried off and make him comfortable. I'm gonna run down and check on the progress Chuck's making with the laundry."
Tabby closed her laptop and discarded her nail file. She stepped over and pulled the towel from around my waist and used it to dry my hair. Then she worked it down, wiping the water from my back, arms, and legs. As she was crouched down drying my legs, she paused, looking up at me with an understanding look. "Spread your legs some. I need to dry your crotch."
She cupped my ball sack in her hand and lifted my junk out of the way. While she was drying between my legs she spoke. "I'm Tabitha but everyone calls me Tabby. What's your name?"
With her hand cupping my balls and her face right in front of my equipment, my dick began swelling. I stammered "I'm ... uhh ... Sailor. Uhh ... ahem ... uhm, yeah, just ... just Sailor." My cock was now half hard, no longer hanging limp. She released my balls and secured her thumb and two fingers at the base of my growing cock. Her eyes turned up to reach mine.
She wiggled him up and down. "Shall I dry him off, too? He looks like he wants some attention." Without waiting for a response, she guided his bulbous head between her lips and swirled her tongue around. I moaned and buckled at the knees, quickly regaining my stance. Seeing that I was alright, she continued. Three inches was all she took, but with her hands on my buttocks, her nails digging into my skin, it felt like much more.
She stroked him in and out, cleaning him with her tongue. The feeling was heavenly. I put my hands on her head about to pump harder when the door lock whirred and clicked, signaling the arrival of Carrie and Chuck. Tabby jumped up and plopped down in the chair. I grabbed the towel to shield my excited privates from view.
Carrie was intuitive and quick. She instantly realized what had been interrupted. "Your clothes are clean and dry, mister. Here they are, unless you want to finish what you were doing when we walked in." I immediately blushed redder than a tomato.
"Carrie!! Hush now, girl! You're embarrassing both me and our guest. His name's Sailor, for your information. And he seems very nice." Tabby smiled at me. "Pay no attention to her, Sailor. She's just jealous."
"Jealous? I don't think so Tabs. Chuck and I finished our business in the guest laundry, didn't we, Chucky-poo?" Carrie slipped her arm around Chuck's waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. Chuck beamed with manly pride. "We can go to the lobby lounge and have a drink while we wait for you two if you'd like."
Before the door had clicked shut, Tabby had ripped my towel away. She stepped over to the edge of the bed, peeled off her skin tight bikini bottoms and bent over, holding herself up with her hands on the mattress. Lifting one foot up on the bed she looked over her shoulder at me. Nodding her head in an "over here" way she said "Come enjoy this, Sailor man. Then we can call it even for destroying your beach outing."
My hard cock led the way as I stepped up to the plate. Tabby was clean shaven, as is the current style. She exhibited a nice tight little asshole and some well-developed pussy lips. Swiping my dick up and down her lips parted them and revealed a moist pussy, probably from the dick sucking she had just been engaged in. I guided my cock between her oversized pussy lips, pushing him in a couple of inches. Tabby let out a groan, my girth stretching her cunt open.
“That’s it, Sailor, that’s it. Give me your best. I love getting fucked by older guys, especially well hung ones like you. Feel free to pound away, old man, the harder and deeper the better. That’s how I get off.”
With these words of encouragement, I pushed my steely rod deeper, grabbing her hips for the ride. It didn’t take long until I was balls deep, banging against her uterus. Tabby was into it now, huffing and puffing, breathing hard and emitting sounds of pure enjoyment. As I continued thrusting my dick into her, she reciprocated and began pushing her hips backward, fucking me as I was fucking her. With her rocking forward and backward, her boobs swaying underneath her, I let go of her hips and enjoyed the ride. She continued fucking me, endlessly it seemed, letting out little yips and groans every so often. She rocked backwards very hard and fast, holding her cunt with my cock impaled deep within her and threw her head up, screaming out “YES, YES, FUCKING YES!” Her pussy flooded and I took the opportunity to grab her hips and pound her hard, fast and deep, almost violently. This frantic fucking drew up an orgasm in me, welling up from inside. Holding her hips and slamming my dick in, then out once, then back in, my thighs slapping against her butt cheeks I filled her with my seed.
“Holy fuck, old timer! That was intense. I’d like another go around if you’re able. Can you so soon?”
“I’m not sure, sweetie. Maybe let me catch my breath for a minute. It might work if you rode me. Can we try it that way?”
I lay on the bed as she crawled between my legs. She took hold of my half-hard cock and sucked me up to full stature, then climbed on top. Her hands expertly showed my dick where to go in a practiced manner. As she slid down on my staff, it entered her easily as she was still very wet and sloppy. She began raising and lowering herself, again fucking me with her exquisite equipment. Her cunt was warm and wet, her motions were fluid. I squeezed her tits, groped her mounds of flesh, and twisted her nipples all while listening to her pant and heave. Then she leaned forward pressing her chest against mine and started power fucking me. She slammed her cunt down against my groin, taking every inch of my cock inside. Her pussy was dripping wet when she pounded it down, sitting still, and cried out “OH MY GOD YES YES YES!!” I could feel the warmth of her juices squirting on my groin, running off across my hips, and soiling the sheets below.
As we lay next to each other, she purred “I only wanted to let you fuck me to make up for ruining your beach outing. Are we even or do I owe you another orgasm, Sailor?”