The Beach House

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In for a penny, in for a pound.

Bill was pretty sure they said that where Alison came from, but he didn't dare to speak just then, especially to say something that might make the young girl laugh at him.

But you could follow an aphorism without voicing it.

With a slow, smooth pull, the bow knot below her shoulder blades came loose.

Letting the two strings drop to either side of Alison, Bill's hands glided up along her back, toward the nape of her neck.

 

[AmyGirl20]

He'd untied her bikini, or at least part of it. He hadn't asked permission - he'd just done it. Alison bit her lip as she felt Bill's hands slide up over her back, and there was no doubt in her mind where they were heading. With no hesitation, Bill untied the strings at the back of her neck, and now there was nothing holding her bikini top in place. The top wasn't an item of clothing any more - it was just a thin piece of material she was laying on. In effect, she was topless. The way she was laying, she knew that the sides of her breasts were exposed, but she didn't move.

"Okay," she told herself, taking a deep breath. "Don't panic. You wanted to see where this was going, and now you know."

Bill was working her shoulders again, and Alison realised that the time for storming out had passed. If she was going to get up and slap Bill for his boldness, for his cheek, she should have done it straight away. But she hadn't. She was still here, laying practically naked, still allowing Bill free reign to touch her as he pleased.

What sort of message was that sending out to Bill?

How far was she willing to let this go?

 

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She'd let him do it.

Of course, girls lay on the beach with their tops undone all the time, just to avoid tan lines. But Alison had to know, now.

And she hadn't screamed, slapped him or fled.

All of that ran through Bill's mind as his hands ran down Alison's back again.

Then, he didn't even have to untie anything. Her thong gave him all the access required as his hands took yet another liberty and began attending to her bottom.

 

[AmyGirl20]

Though she'd sort of been expecting it, the sudden feel of Bill's hands on the bare flesh of her bottom still made Alison catch her breath. It felt strange at first, like nothing Alison had ever experienced, but she remained silent, acting as if this sort of thing happened to her every day. She was trembling slightly as he touched her, and she wondered if Bill would notice, but she couldn't help it. She wondered what Bill was thinking - was this something he did regularly? She suddenly realised how young and naive and ignorant she was compared to Bill. She was out of her depth and she knew it.

Alison took a deep breath, wondering where Bill was taking this next.

 

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She knew. He didn't have to pretend anymore.

Alison hadn't flinched though he'd gone so slowly; given her every opportunity to make objections, or even to stop things outright.

Her bikini bottom didn't tie, like the top did, but it was so brief that, really, the slight weight of her body wouldn't keep it trapped against the lounge cushion.

Bill's fingers caught the waistband, then swept down her thighs, down her legs, past her ankles and feet, taking store-bought modesty inevitably with them.

The floor of the terrace was stone. It would hardly notice anything so ephemeral as half of a bathing suit being dropped onto it.

As Bill's hands started to work back up Allison's calves, the day was much the same as it had been a moment before, but so very different.

Alison was 18.


Alison was on holiday.


Alison lay under the sky.


Alison lay on Bill's terrace.


Alison was naked.

 

[Sidney_1]

And just like that, Alison found herself lying naked on a terrace in the sun with a man nearly twice her age.

She had known when she had said hello. When she had showered in the nude. When she had let him touch her when they were staring out into the sea and no one was watching.

Allison arched her back and ass slightly into the air like a cat. She told herself to remain calm and cool. She knew Bill was probably studying her form now and she let go of any hesitation about it. The breezy air, sun, and scent of the ocean soothed her more than anything ever had. Or, the fact that she was no longer in motion or even had to converse.

Bill’s touch was equally soothing and intoxicating and she didn’t want it to stop or even to escalate, necessarily.

 

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OOC: This was a favorite thread a long time ago, but life took my original partner, AmyGirl20, away from Lit.

Welcome to Sidney_1 as Alison.

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Naked.

Bill saw Alison stretch, then relax again.

Alison was naked.

Bill's eyes traveled up the length of the girl's body, noting every curve, every supple inch of skin.

No need now to pretend. No need to pretend not to be looking. No need to be careful not to touch.

Alison had come to his home, had lain for his touch, had let her modesty go, top and bottom.

Alison was naked.


Bill's hand moved more deliberately than his eyes, traveling from her calf, up her leg, momentarily bypassing her bottom by going along her hip, then sweeping up the back he'd been kneading so assiduously, before stopping at the nape of her neck.

In that moment, they could almost have pretended that her nudity was chaste; a necessary intimacy to allow him to attend to her properly.

But Bill wasn't pretending, just being a gentleman. His fingertips stroked ticklishly through the hair on Alison's neck, moving against the grain and raising a few goosebumps. Then, even as he began to work her shoulders again, he leaned in and softly kissed where he'd just touched.

His mouth hovering next to her ear, he whispered, "You're beautiful."

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison sighed and moaned softly as Bill’s fingers lightly trailed her body from her legs to the hairline at her neck. She let herself sink fully into the chaise and gave herself over to Bill’s gentle touch. It felt amazing to be touched like this. . . outside. . . in the open air, the ocean breeze on her skin, almost anonymously. She had never done anything this adventurous or spontaneous.

“Mmmm, thank you; I’m glad you think so. I know I’m petite and most men prefer curvier women. I feel. . .very comfortable and relaxed with you. I wish I could freeze this moment in time.”

Alison wanted to look at Bill’s expression but she was scared if she turned her head, he would stop the magical way he was touching her and turning her on. She could feel her hair beginning to dry in the sun and breeze and hoped that Bill would smooth it away from her face.

 

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Bill was pleasantly surprised at the young girl's words. Despite Alison's apparent willingness to be there, and to be close to him, part of him had still feared that at some point she'd suddenly realize that she was all alone with a virtual stranger who had taken her clothes off without asking, and freak out. Instead she'd spoken of being comfortable and relaxed and wanting to stay where she was.

It was true that women had always tended to be comfortable around Bill - he had a gentle, polite manner that just seemed to put people at ease - but there was a difference between a girl being comfortable with you and having her stretching and sighing on your terrace like a contented, naked cat.

"Well, no one's telling us we have to go anywhere, Alison," he answered her, even as his hands kept working. "You've been asking what we should do with the rest of the afternoon." His hand slipped down her arm to take her right hand and give it a little squeeze, his fingers interlacing with hers. "Why don't we just claim it as our time; our moment to be together while the rest of the world has to stay outside?"

He set his fingers lightly on her rib cage, then, using just the gentlest bit of pressure to urge her to turn onto her back.

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison chuckled with embarrassment at “our time”. It was time to be stupid and foolish with a complete stranger in another country. Part of her hoped that it wasn’t her last time doing anything, ever. But, somehow, she felt lethargic, her body like mud. There was no getting up or going back. Although she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go further, either; despite Bill’s languorous touch.

Allison knew Bill wanted her to roll over so he could see her young, nude body unadorned. She submitted to Bill’s gentle encouragement and rolled onto her back.

She stretched her arms above her head, stretching her torso. It felt so odd to be bare-chested outdoors. To be bare-chested in front of a male stranger.

“That’s all of me. All parts original and created by God. What do you think? Do you lure young women up here, routinely, Bill?”

 

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Bill let his gaze match the honesty of Alison's simple and complete revelation, his eyes traveling the length of her body and enjoying the journey.

He reached out and took her hand. "I think God did such a fine job that it would be a shame if his work didn't have an appreciative audience," he smiled.

"But," he added a moment later, "do you really feel lured up here, Miss I beat you, so I guess that means you have to buy me lunch"?

Bill was kneeling, as he had been for some time in order to reach Alison comfortably. Moving slowly, he brought his left hand up now to join his right, so that Alison's right hand was lightly clasped in both of his. He looked into her eyes and waited for her to answer.

 

[Sidney_1]

Allison found herself smiling at Bill’s compliment and comments. His hand felt warm and comforting in hers.

It began to feel less uncomfortable to have her nude form exposed to his eyes. In fact, once he expressed his approval of her and made light of it, she found herself fascinated by the balance of fear, mystery, gentility, and curiosity. She had never done anything like this.

Exposing her body and some of her soul to a relative stranger. She found it oddly arousing once she sensed he wouldn’t push himself on her. She had acted on pure intuition, and she still felt safe with Bill. Despite her nudity. He wouldn’t hurt her; she just knew it.

Allison finally laughed and blushed a bit. “Okay, lure is a bit of a strong word. But, I never would have guessed that I’d be lying up here on your chaise, sunbathing nude, with an appreciative audience. I’ve never done anything this spontaneous. So, I presume that you must have a certain charm, and perhaps you’ve done this with other young women. You are a bachelor after all. . . you’re free to be with anyone. But, I am enjoying our time. It feels sort of freeing to just be naked in the open air, with a kind, gentle stranger. I find it hard to believe that you haven’t done this before, though. There are so many beautiful women, here.”

Allison hoped she wasn’t insulting Bill, or killing the languorous mood. She squeezed his hands and gently brought them to her mouth to kiss the top of his hands as if to show her appreciation for making her feel so comfortable in his presence.

 

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"If you're asking if I've ever had company at my house before, the answer is yes," Bill answered. "But meeting a girl on the beach and winding up spending the day with her is a special circumstance, at least for me."

He brought one hand to her forehead, brushing a stray bit of hair away from her eyes. The hand dropped to caress her cheek, then cradle her chin, tilting it up just slightly.

"What makes it special," he went on, "is the company."

Their faces were closer than ever as he leaned in toward her.

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison felt her heart squeeze in her chest at Bill’s tenderness and kind words. She had never felt “special” or even especially eye-catching. Perhaps it was her accent.

Bill had leaned in close, and Alison had a feeling that he wanted to kiss her.

“I’m enjoying your company, too. Still, you barely know me. I’m not sure what it is that you find special about me. I’m sure you’ve met a lot of women in your life. What draws you to a woman?”

 

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She was serious.

Bill was a bit surprised at the the timing and earnestness of Allison's questions. Part of him wanted to simply cover her mouth with his, cover her body with his own; tell her without words how much he liked her until she answered by shouting her climax to the blue sky.

But he wasn't the type to force things, even to that degree: He wanted the give and take that could only come if Allison was willing, indeed enthusiastic.

So he took her question seriously. "I guess the simplest way to put it," he began, "is that I like someone who can keep up with me."

"I don't mean in a swimming race," he smiled wryly. "I mean mentally, so to speak. I need someone I can talk and laugh with; someone who gets my jokes, can make her own, and just plain has something interesting to say."

"Think back over today. I think you'll agree that it's been fun from the get-go. It was fun meeting you, swimming with you, having lunch with you. I don't think either one of us felt that we were dragging a dead weight - We both kept the conversation going. And along with being fun, it was comfortable."

"If it had been boring or awkward," he smiled again, aware that Alison's lack of a bathing suit might indeed feel somewhat awkward to her despite her endorsement of the freedom of being naked in the sunshine, "I don't think you would have told me that I owed you lunch. And I know that I wouldn't have offered to make it for you."

He looked at her again, not leering, but not pretending to look only at her eyes. "Do you feel either bored or regretful that you're here, Alison?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison shifted her weight slightly in the chair, aware that Bill was glancing at her body. She hoped she wasn’t burning, but somehow felt as if Bill would tell her and be protective. She wondered what he thought about her body as he looked at her.

Alison let Bill’s question fill her body and the space around them. Who was this person who wore a skimpy bathing suit, had lunch with a stranger, and allowed a man to quietly undress, caress, and seduce her? What was she doing, really?

All she knew is she liked it. Being alone. Acting alone. The spontaneity. Their ease. His hands and eyes as they grazed over her. The connection to air and sea. It was a balm to her senses. She wanted to feel his fingers and hands on every inch of her again.

“No, I’m not bored or regretful that I’m here. But, this is very out of character for me. I’m not even sure who this ‘Alison’ is before you. She is spontaneous and playful, isn’t she? You’re right; we’re strangers, but I feel comfortable with you. I mean, I’m a little nervous … I’ve never been naked in front of a man so soon. . . but, I also find my slight discomfort very exciting.. . to be honest. I like feeling seen on a physical and a deep level, and I think you can see me that way. This feels magical. Can you pull up a lounger and lie beside me? You must be uncomfortable.”

 

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Nervous.

Alison was starting to babble a bit, but the things she was saying made Bill feel surer of the situation. She'd said that being there with him felt magical, and she was, after all, asking him to stay beside her, not declaring that she needed to go.

"Alison," he asked quietly, "do you know what talking yourself in and out of a situation means? That's when we bring ourselves to the brink of something, but then we keep on talking until the moment passes."

He touched her face again, fingertips caressing her cheek, then lingering.

"You can talk yourself out of this situation, if you want," he explained, shifting a bit as he knelt so that he could bend to bring their faces even closer.

"But only by saying No."

Then he was kissing her.

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison let herself be silenced and melted into Bill’s gentle kiss.

She knew he was right. But, he didn’t understand what it felt like to be . . .well, afraid of your own impulsivity. Doing spontaneous things on her own was new for her.

But, when he kissed her, her mind stopped punishing her. They kissed gently, tentatively. He kissed her lips, forehead, and eyelids.

Alison shut her eyes, arched her back, and craved the touch of Bill’s hands on her body again.

“Yes. I want you,” she said, as she reached for his lips and let herself caress his curly hair in her hands.

 

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They were in accord on that.

Alison's back arched, presenting her breasts, and Bill's hand claimed the left one.

A girl's breasts sometimes didn't seem very pronounced when she was lying on her back, but that could be remedied by squeezing gently, filling your hand with her breast even as your palm and fingers mashed down the nipple that was starting to assert itself in response to male pressure and friction.

There was a lot to do, then, because breasts needed to be stroked and caressed and palmed and teased and other things, besides.

Fortunately Bill's right hand didn't have to do all the work. Assistance arrived in the form of his left hand, ably attending to Allison's right breast. Then, after a pleasant journey down her neck, past her collarbone, his mouth was there too, finding Allison's nipple and taking it in.

 

[Sidney_1]

Allison moaned softly into Bill’s neck as he squeezed life into her breasts and toyed with them, forcing her nipples to resemble small gumdrops. And then his mouth followed suit in a descent of kisses that further aroused her and gave her chills.

She hugged Bill’s curly head into her body, but his mouth had sought a nipple and she knew she didn’t need to hold him to her. She could feel her pussy beginning to get moist and clench with desire.

Allison gasped as his warm tongue played over the tip, taking a few quick flicks with his tongue before taking her completely into his mouth.

She caressed his hair and his back as he made her moan with pleasure.

“This feels so naughty, but so good.”

 

[Blase]

Bill was as enthusiastic about having an entire female body to play with as the next guy. It was a truism that most people really did look better with clothes on, but Allison was definitely an exception.

He heard her comment but didn't respond verbally: She'd caught him in a non-verbal mode. Even if he had bothered to try to put what he was feeling right then into words, the essence of it was so simple and basic that it might have sounded silly, even childish: I'm glad you're naked. I'm glad I can do anything I want to you.

He did respond to Alison, though. With broad caresses and long, slow licks and playful nips he told her that her body was no longer private from him, and that there was pleasure for both of them in the things that he could do to it. He traced and pressed his thoughts into her skin.


Alison's stomach was flat, as Bill had already known. Her thighs were firm. She had left just a tiny strip of hair unshaven. Bill found all of those things and explored them lovingly as Alison lay for him.

Then, his face was near hers once again, one hand resting lightly on the back of her head, but the other hand had sought the much more intimate place between her thighs. Now he began stroking her, and she was soft...so soft...

 

[Sidney_1]

“Ohh,” Alison shuddered, as Bill began to run his fingers exploringly along her vaginal lips. She knew she was wet, but he was making her wetter.

To steady herself, Alison brought her arms above her head and wrapped them around the bar of the chaise.

“That feels nice, Bill. I’m enjoying this very intimate massage. I can’t say that anyone has ever wanted me to lie nude beside them, while they explored every inch of me.”

Alison groaned and arched her back as Bill’s finger unknowingly brushed alongside her clit. It had felt so electric for a second.

Alison had never orgasmed with a man. She wondered if Bill would take her to that height and point of no return. In any case, she loved being naked before him. . . allowing him to take what he wanted, testing her limits, and encouraging her to be brave and free with her sexuality. She was certainly doing her best to have a new experience.

 

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Wait... What?

Bill did a mental double-take. Was Alison just nervous or could she possibly be that naive?

Suddenly, Bill didn't know whether or not Alison understood the situation. All he could do was check.

"Uh, Alison," he began, pausing in his efforts and letting his hand come to rest lightly on her stomach, "I'm not just massaging you, I'm making love to you."

"Have you had a man make love to you before?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison laughed. “Yes, of course. But, this is so slow and sensual and makes me feel so relaxed. As if I’m having an intimate massage. And, you’re still dressed and I’m on a lounge chair while you’re administering to me in a very intimate, quiet way. Perhaps it was a poor choice of words.”

 

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"Okay. I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't somehow taking advantage of you," Bill answered her, relieved.

"As for the whole slow and sensual thing, that's quite deliberate."

"You have to understand, I'm 45," he continued. "You're probably used to guys closer to your own age, though I don't know. But you learn certain things by the time you're my age."

"One of those things is the realization that there are never enough moments like this in life."

As he spoke, his hand resumed its explorations of Alison's body, rubbing her stomach and playing with her breasts.

"Very few people wind up looking back and saying I wish I hadn't made love so often," he told the teen. "So when it comes, it's something to savor. Something to draw out and enjoy, like a great meal, or a fine wine." He kissed Alison on the mouth again, then drew back.

"That's why, when you say that you could stay like this forever, and ask how we should spend the afternoon, my suggestion is very simple: I suggest that you spend it with me, without your clothes, having orgasms."

Bill smiled down at Alison, his hand pausing at the short strip of hair that she'd left unshaven.

"Agreed?"