The Outlook

[fr33ks33k]

Mine's going pretty well so far too. I'm glad to hear your's is as well.

*Her deep breath makes him mimic her, and it is wonderful as she said. His fingertips toy idly with the material of her dress as they walk. His eyes notice the fluttering of it, a playful smile filling his features.*

It certainly is. I'm glad you suggested it. I hadn't been here in quite some time. Definitely fond memories to be had, though. And always room to make more...

*His last words are said with a huskier timbre, fingers tracing her hip in a slow figure-eight. By now, they're some way from the stair to the Outlook proper, nothing but sand and sea to their left and right.*

 

[Britwitch]

Her smile is just as playful, a knowing twinkle shining in blue eyes. She stops walking, encouraging him to do the same, turning slightly to face him, hands rising to walk fingertips slowly, lazily, across his chest.

"Fond memories are something you can never have too many of..."

She pushes herself closer, back arching a little to minimise the possible gap between their bodies.

"...and making memories is always, always, fun..."

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Her voice is like honey, and his hands are moving of their own accord, drawn in by her sensuous words. One has landed firmly on the small of her back, resting in the arch she's created, while the other has moved up to hold her at the base of her neck, lost in the waves of her tresses.*

It most certainly is...

*He trails off and again he's moving as if he's incapable of controlling himself. Their lips meet, and suddenly the breeze grows stronger for a moment, the hem of her dress billowing as the kiss deepens*

 

[Britwitch]

Their lips meet without any real effort on either part. She moves closer, fingers walking higher to his shoulders, holding on. Pushing up onto her toes in the sand to kiss him a little more firmly.

The sound of the waves, the spray of the sea, the tug of the breeze all mingling with the heat coming from his body, the masculine scent that is him. Her tongue teases his lips, stroking, probing. Hips pushing forward against his.

Smiling into the kiss, she pushes forward even more, threatening to topple them both into the sand and spray, pushing a little more. And a little more.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He feels the added pressure, letting her do so, forcing him back on his heels and then...they both find themselves in the sand. The impact is not painful, but it does push some of his breath from him. He grins, knowing her intent. His hands are now firmly on her hips, tugging at the fabric, bunching it up, pulling the hem higher on her thighs. His loins stir with what their kiss had kindled, the pulse beating stronger as his member grows.*

 

[Britwitch]

All at once they are in the sand, her body on top of his, mouths still kissing, his hands working to rearrange her dress.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, a small hand weaves between them as she moves above him, shifting so that she's straddling his waist as fingers work to loosen and lower his clothing.

A giggle as she fumbles her first attempt and then a sigh as fingers curl around firm flesh. Stroking slowly but firmly she leans down to kiss him again. Hips rocking ever so slightly above his.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*A gasp escapes, followed by a deep growl as her dainty fingers take hold of his length. His hands have made her dress into a skirt, barely long enough to qualify. The grinding of her body against his only serves to increase the throbbing need engorging his shaft. His brown eyes meet her blues and his hips rock upward, urging her hand to guide him to where they both want his solid manhood to be.*

 

[Britwitch]

A shifting of hips, a moving of hand and within an instant her needy core is poised over his shaft. They are so close, so very close. She paused, looking over his face before dropping her hips and enveloping him within her tight channel.

She sits up, back arching to tilt her hips whilst pushing her chest forwards, as her head tips back. A long, low sigh leaving her lips. Tightness stretched around him.

"Oh god..."

She murmurs, rocking her hips. Slowly, very slowly, relishing the feeling of him deep insider her.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*There is a moment where he thinks she'll simply tease him with proximity to her silken folds. That moment is fleeting, thankfully. What follows is powerful pleasure, the heat and tightness of her sex wrapping his like a glove. For the first few seconds all he can do is lay there and enjoy it.

Before long, his senses return and his hands move with them. Her hips are clutched, fingertips groping and squeezing her flesh through her dress. They move upward, sliding along her ribs and around to cup and knead her breasts, presented so readily by the arch of her spine. His hips gyrate to her rhythm, bringing his shaft into a piston-like motion, filling her to the base of himself and withdrawing as far as the sandy floor will allow before delving inside once more.*

This...is...so...mmm...

*His words are failing him, but in his actions he finds purpose. And so he keeps his speech to a minimum for now, letting his fingers do the talking; tweaking her nipples through the thin material of her dress, fondling the supple mounds of her breasts.*

 

[Britwitch]

Their rhythm is smooth and natural, bodies rolling together like the waves that are providing the scenery to their coupling. She clenches her muscles around him every time he fills her entirely. Groans as breasts are held, massaged, nipples hardening with what would be embarrassing speed in other circumstances.

I...I couldn't agree...agree more...

She almost growls as his fingers pull on her throbbing nipples. Fingers raking across his chest through his shirt, before working to raise it and reveal the skin beneath. Bend to kiss, to nibble, the skin she eventually brings into view. Teeth grazing his nipples before the sensations deep inside her force her to sit upright once more.

Her movements growing quicker, harder, grinding her sex upon him. Her clit, needy and swollen between the spread lips of her sex, rubbing against his skin and sending thrills throughout her body.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The feel of her teeth is sharp, like tiny shocks to his skin. When he feels her pace quicken, he smiles and takes hold of her hips once more. His hands grasp her dress, tugging it up and over her head. The wind may take it, but that's furthest from his thoughts at the moment. In one fluid motion, he's moved atop her, shaft still buried inside. Now, however, he has control of the rhythm. His hips grind down, forcing every last inch of himself into her sodden depths. Her legs are wrapped around his, and each motion lifts them higher. His hands recapture her breasts briefly before his back bends to allow his mouth to seize her nipples one at a time, nipping and suckling at them*

 

[Britwitch]

The wind caresses her skin as it's revealed, the sand is oddly warm against her back as he flips them over. She whimpers louder as he pushes deeper than ever inside her. Back rising up from the beach to push her nipples needily towards his mouth. Hands flying into his hair, pulling and pushing at the same time before lowering to try and remove his shirt, wanting to feel as much of his skin as she can.

All the while the pounding inside her, his body slamming against hers, stimulates her clit. Pushing her incessantly closer towards a climax, something inside telling her it may well only be the first of many if he continues as he is.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His ministrations cease, but only long enough for her to remove his shirt. Then it's back to nibbling and kissing and lapping at the delicious swell of her bosom, the tender skin of her collarbones. His hips are crashing against hers, a strikingly similar scene to the waves that grow ever closer. The water level is rising, as is his eager pace.

His hands now plant at either side of her, sinking into the shifting grains as he gains more leverage to thrust. The clenching of her inner walls is becoming almost too much for him to bear. He can feel the imminent surge of his orgasm, his eyes searching hers and finding a similar shine. He grins slyly, every other thrust just that fraction harder than the last.*

 

[Britwitch]

Her back rises up off the sand, hair spilling out behind her. Her legs entwine tighter around him, pulling him tighter against her. The sound of the water is beginning filter into the sounds of their union, the spray that occasionally dusted them before starts to dampen their skin more frequently. Not that it matters, all she is aware of is him and her and the feelings rising rapidly inside her.

"Oh...oh my...oh my..."

She manages to cry out, wrapping an arm tightly around his shoulders as the first wave of her orgasm hits her hard. Body bucking against his, lost in the pleasure washing over her. Her sex tightening around him, spasming, milking, urging him on.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He finds a way to rock them back just slightly, so that his hands can grasp her shoulders, holding her close while still affording him leverage. Her convulsing channel grips his length on each thrust and it is not long after that a deep groan of ecstasy rumbles out against her neck. The final thrust is the most violent; he can almost swear he feels the limits of her depths against the crown of his manhood. Then there is only the blissful experience of his seed spurting hotly inside her, the quivering of her body a thrum of pleasure against his skin.

In this cradled position, he finds a moment to smile at her, watching the breeze blow her hair out of her face, revealing the sparkling blue of her eyes. Their coupling has left him winded, his chest finally slowing from the heaving breaths he'd been taking.*

Fond memories made with good friends. We shall have to make more memories, my dear.

*He lets out a small chuckle, still smiling as he holds her, their bodies still entwined. The tide has finally gone past them, a rush of water gliding a few feet up the shore beyond them before pulling back out to sea.*

 

[Britwitch]

She has barely begun to come down from her own high when his takes hold of him. Two bodies becoming one for those few precious moments. Lost within one another.

She trembles and shudders beneath him, against him, lips kissing softly any skin that comes within reach.

Definitely...

She smiles, holding him tighter and gasping as the waves wash over their heated bodies. A shock to say the least as the cool water slips over them and then away.

...I also think that maybe, just maybe...we should think about moving somewhere a little less wet!

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The tide has truly started to reach its apex now, slapping against them more quickly. The shudders she has travel through him as well, and in neat fashion he's helped her up and found her dress and is tugging on his trousers, holding his shirt by the collar, chuckling at the fact that it has been saturated entirely. He decides to leave it as it is, offering a hand to her.*

Shall we go get warmed up?

*A peal of laughter erupts from him as he realizes the irony of his statement.*

 

[Britwitch]

The smiles are shy and knowing all at once, as they try to pull damp clothes onto wet skin. Her dress, once gauzy and light, now cling to her curves, rapidly soaking up the seawater that was beading her flesh and turning white fabric to see through. She takes his offered hand in hers.

That sounds like an excellent idea!

She laughs with him as they head away from the water. Leaning against him as the sounds of the waves begin to fade.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*It really has been quite some time since he's been here. This is the right place, though; the sandy dunes giving way to the flat expanse of beach, rocky outcroppings strewn here and there. His steps take him into the edges of the surf, flowing water washing away any trace of his passage just as quickly as they appear. Before long he's reached the place he used to meditate, and nostalgia takes residence in his thoughts. Without hesitation he's stripping off his clothes, right down to his simple black cotton boxers. Careful steps carry him to the edge of the rocks and again without hesitation he dives into the waves. The bird lets out a startled noise before perching on his pile of discarded clothes, watching with its head canted to one side.

The water is a cool contrast to the heat of the sun, unhindered by clouds on this day. He swims with steady strokes until he grows tired, evidence of his lacking endurance. He mumbles to himself about exercising more often as he climbs onto his diving rock. Still dripping beads of water he takes up the familiar pose; legs crossed, arms resting atop his thighs, palms upturned, eyes closed, back straight. A few deep breaths and he is easily reminded of why he used to visit here so often. The bird hops over to him, flapping a few times to settle its wingtips. He is undisturbed, too deep into the tranquility of his meditation. Errant thoughts wander to his meeting partner, wondering if he's left it too late for their patience. Even these thoughts are swallowed up by the peace he's rediscovered. All that's left is the roar of the waves, the chirp of real seabirds, and the rhythmic beating of his heart.*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Sends over my assistant to clean up the beach house.

 

[jack80]

Sends over my assistant to clean up the beach house.

If I clean it up, how would you pay me?

 

[Ausus_girl13]

If I clean it up, how would you pay me?

Giggle

Well, uh... I mean.. um.. well.. how would you like to be paid?

 

[jack80]

Giggle

Well, uh... I mean.. um.. well.. how would you like to be paid?

*strokes his chin with a grin on his face as he inspects the... Err goods.*

I'm surecwe can work something out to our mutual agreement .

*peels off his shirt and gets to work wearing only a tight pair of jeans*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Watches him wordlessly strip off his shirt and start working. Waving to one of the servers, they quickly and quietly bring me a lemonade, sitting down on chaise in the sun, I watch the show in front of me.

You're such a hard worker Jack.

 

[jack80]

Well, with hard work, comes rewarding satisfaction and pride in ones accomplishments. And then theres fun play time after.