The Beach House

[Sidney_1]

Alison smiled at the idea of being nude in the sun and spending her afternoon with Bill, allowing him to give her orgasms. Orgasms. Not just one. An afternoon of delicious orgasms. It had always felt like a miracle to just have one.

But, his gentle way of arousing her. . .and it take a while to quiet the chatter of guilt and shame in her mind. . . but when she shut that out and realized that they were having a special moment. . .she knew he’d be opening her up to new experiences.
To new sexual and spiritual experiences.

Alison felt her nipples pucker as Bill’s finger traced around them and then he covered her mouth in his warm kiss. She knew she should just fully surrender to the moment, the day, to Bill. It felt thrilling and exciting.

“Yes, let’s savor this time. I would love to have an afternoon of making love and orgasms. I- I don’t have a lot of experience, though. There might be some firsts here. But, I’m certainly open to new experiences.”

Alison smirked and slowly opened her legs. His hands weren’t pushing her; they were resting patiently on her pubis, waiting for her to relax and allow entry.

Alison arched her back into the air. Both the sun, the swim, and Bill. . . she felt incredibly alive and horny. Her body craved an orgasm.

“My body is yours. Does it turn you on to watch me orgasm? You’re making me very hot. . .” Alison confessed, as she shut her eyes to enjoy what was coming next.

"Mmm, I think you should be naked, too, don't you think?"

 

[Blase]

Bill was more than ready to pick up where he'd left off, but when Alison expressed the wish that he be naked too, he thought that perhaps turnabout might be fair play. He had, after all, undressed her.

With him kneeling beside her as he was, she wouldn't have to move very far, or make a great effort. He just hoped she had enough experience to know to take his swim trunks down with care.

"Maybe I should be," he answered her.

"Would you like to help?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“Sure, I can help.”

Alison stood up, as Bill did the same. She slid her hands underneath his trunks and pulled them away from his waist band, gently sliding them down as his erection sprang forth between them. She lifted her arm for support as Bill stepped out of the shorts.

Alison embraced Bill, on her tiptoes, her hands around his shoulders.

“There, now we’re even. Doesn’t it feel nice to be nude in the fresh air?”

 

[Blase]

Bill's answer was a kiss; a long and deep one.

When the kiss finally broke off, he did something that even he hadn't expected: Grabbing Alison by the waist, he picked her up and spun, swinging her around until she stood in front of him, and they both stood at the terrace wall, looking out over the sea.

"I do like being out here in the sun and the air," he said, answering her previous thought.

The beach wasn't visible from the terrace because of the contours of the land and the intervening trees, but boats could be seen, off in the distance.

"No one can see you," he told Alison. "At least, not well enough to make anything out; not without high-powered binoculars. But imagine if they could see you, out here in the sunlight without your clothes..."

He stepped behind her, placing his hands on her waist and giving her neck a quick kiss.

If anyone had been siting the terrace through binoculars, their view above the low wall would have been of Alison on display, her breasts bare for all the world to see.

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison nestled into the warmth of Bill’s body and stretched her neck to enjoy his warm kiss. It felt so alluring to be outside with him, nude, in the warm sun, surrounded by so much beauty. So peaceful. No one from her own family or friends to judge her.

“Ah, I’m sure no one is looking. Honestly, this feels so nice and I’m so relaxed, I couldn’t care less.”

Alison brushed her hair down and away from her face, so that it wouldn’t blow against Bill’s face and then placed a hand over Bill’s around her waist.

 

[Blase]

Alison melted back into Bill's embrace. For just an instant, he had an impulse to adjust his stance as his male standard sprang back to full mast, but decided the thought was silly. They'd already acknowledged that the situation was sexual: The time for coyness was long past.

He let Alison feel the length of him against her backside, and then his hands were sliding up her stomach to take a breast apiece, cupping them and playing with the nipples, urging them to rise to their own firmness.

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison shifted her legs and allowed Bill’s cock to bounce against her buttocks. She still couldn’t believe that he found her desirable, but clearly he did.

Alison arched her back against Bill as his warm hands moved upwards to her small breasts. She moaned softly into the breeze as he cupped and then pinched her nipples gently until they were pointing directly into the ocean.

She could feel the heat of his sex behind her, but he still wasn’t rushing to penetrate her. Her own lust was beginning to reach an untenable level, but she loved these intimate, quiet moments.

“I think you want me to be seen,” Alison said, playfully.

 

[Blase]

"Sometimes I wish the world was more like it was in the Sixties and Seventies, when women in Europe could sunbathe topless and married couples sometimes starred in porn movies where people were actually enjoying what they were doing," Bill replied. "Although the former hasn't entirely disappeared, the latter has, to all intents and purposes."

"And that's a shame. That sense of innocence and joy that we've lost, where the body and sexuality are concerned."

"It's a shame that a girl like you can't be unveiled before an appreciative audience like a work of art because, in case you haven't looked in the mirror lately, that's exactly what you are."

He kissed the back of Alison's head. It might almost have seemed chaste if his hands hadn't still been on her breasts, while his maleness pressed enthusiastically against her bottom.

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison listened and tried to imagine a time when married couples made porno movies of themselves. The only porn that she had seen had disgusted her with it’s graphic, unemotional, inhuman. . . fucking. The women all had fake, over-sized, immovable breasts and the men were shaved and unappealing and were betrayed as beasts.

Alison sighed and let her body sink and press gently into Bill’s erection. His compliment and appraisal of her figure gave her confidence. She liked his choice of words. She deserved to be unveiled?

“I find modern porn to be absolutely disgusting. I can’t even watch more than a few seconds. Like yourself, I’d much prefer to watch a loving couple that has a truly loving or authentic attraction for one another.”

Alison tilted her head back and turned her head and kissed Bill softly on the lips. His body felt so nice and warm against hers. The sun felt nice, too.

“That’s why I like you. You take things slowly and sensually with me and you have an appreciation for simplicity and beauty. Whether it is nature, food, or the female form. For now, my audience is just you and whoever can see us from here. I love how comfortable you make me feel out here. I’ve never been completely nude outside.”

Alison had been with a boyfriend, but she had a feeling this stranger, this stranger who felt so familiar and intimate immediately, would shatter her perceptions about herself and open her up sexually in ways she hadn’t even begun to explore.

 

[Blase]

Bill turned Alison to face him so that they could kiss without either of them having to strain their neck. Even though she'd been naked for some time now, having her standing and facing him was, in some ways, a more satisfactory view than having her lying down or standing with her back to him, and Bill let it show on his face; his eyes traveling the length of her body before his hand reclaimed her breast and his mouth sought hers again.

Her breast had a satisfying heft to it: He felt its weight for a moment as his hand lifted it from beneath. Then he was just holding and kneading it, happy in the knowledge that her breasts were completely available even as he pressed his lips to hers once, twice, then a third time, beginning to probe with his tongue, asking for entrance.

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison shut her eyes and focused on the erotic feel of Bill’s hands caressing and kneading her breasts while his tongue gently seduced her to open more of herself to him. His warm hands felt magical on her breasts; he knew just how she liked to be touched. It felt so good; especially in the fresh air and sunshine.

Bill had a way of making her feel wanted and beautiful.

Alison moaned softly. She had literally opened her body to him, by resting her arms on the railing to be fully unveiled to him. But, she now instinctively dropped an arm to Bill’s hips and gently pressed her body into his maleness.

With one finger, she gently caressed just the head of growing shaft.

Oh God, how she wanted to orgasm. Why hadn’t she let herself go when she was on the lounge chair and he clearly wanted to please her, while he was dressed and focused entirely on pleasing her? Because even then, she had felt inhibited.

But, now she was ready. He had been arousing her senses all afternoon and she was ready to just let her body go to all the pleasurable places that Bill could take her.

“Please don’t stop. I want you, and my body needs you,” Alison whispered into Bill’s ear as their kiss broke, and she felt the damp excitement in her loins.

 

[Blase]

Bill barely moved his mouth from Alison's. He'd learned long ago that it was perfectly possible to speak through parted lips. In fact, with just an occasional pause, it wasn't terribly difficult to form intelligible sentences while kissing a girl on and around her mouth. And catching her lower lip between one's teeth.

"What part of I suggest you stay for the afternoon did you interpret as He might be stopping soon?" he asked in a breathy tone.

But even as he spoke, his left arm was wrapping around her back to give her some support, while his right hand dropped down from her breast.

It wasn't really fair of him to expect an answer while he was stroking between her legs.

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison blushed at Bill’s response. She was so used to rushing. She assumed time would fly when it came to an afternoon of pure enjoyment. That her time would be up just as she was starting to become comfortable. . .being nude, being nude with Bill, and making love with an alluring stranger outdoors, in a new country.

Alison brushed her lips against Bill’s and then tilted her face towards his cheek and neck. “I… I just liked what you were doing and I didn’t want it to stop.”

Their mouths mated again but Alison could already feel Bill shifting his weight and hands on her. She arched her back into his arm as his hand caressed her hip and then slipped between her legs.

Alison squeezed Bill’s length and then moaned softly into his shoulder. Her left leg rose up Bill’s side as her body shuddered with pleasure.

 

[Blase]

Bill felt Alison's small hand squeeze his cock, causing him to become even harder. She lifted her left leg, bringing it against his side to gather him in. She had him pointed towards her target: The center of her.

A picture of their joining flashed into his mind. Stiff with eagerness, his member would meet no resistance: She would part before him like warm butter. Then there would be the thrusting, the movement inside her warmth. There would be the holding, the groaning, the crying out. Then he would spurt, his pleasure would spurt from him and he would be inside her and she would be his.

Fortunately Bill had enough presence of mind to realize that even if they both wanted Alison filled with his seed in that moment, the feeling wouldn't last, and would be replaced with dread and recrimination.

But he curved his finger and her body didn't resist and he did penetrate Alison.

 

[Sidney_1]

Alison inhaled sharply and squeezed Bill to her as if to hide the intimacy of his finger within her sex. Her left leg tightened around his waist and she gently squeezed his growing cock.

As she exhaled, she released his cock for a moment, and arched her back, giving her focus over completely to Bill’s touch.

She shut her eyes and found his soft lips once again and opened her mouth to give his tongue a warm caress with her own, as she moaned with lust. As their kiss concluded, her body shuddered with anticipation.

 

[Blase]

Bill always loved the intimacy of the first penetration. Even though he knew intellectually that it was like saying that putting a cherry atop a dish of ice cream and hot fudge made it a sundae, he still always felt like it was in the moment he entered a girl that what was happening unambiguously became sex. Even if said entrance was accomplished digitally.

He usually liked to caress and tease a bit at first, but Alison's body had accepted him unreservedly, with no resistance at all, and Bill knew it was time.

With no more effort than the first, Bill slipped a second finger inside, sliding in gently until both were in to the hilt, and his thumb could brush against Alison's clit. His left arm remained wrapped around her back, there to take some of Alison's weight in case her knees weakened while his fingers found a rhythm, seeking her pleasure with every stroke.

 

[Sidney_1]

Although Bill’s second finger had insidiously found it’s way inside of her, it suddenly felt like too much to take in. She wanted one finger inside, and one outside. . .it was easier to feel the sensations.

Alison arched her back and moaned, clamping her leg around Bill for support.

“No just one. . .feels better. . .” Alison begged, breathlessly. She could feel her juices oozing around her waxed labia.

Bill teased her nub as his finger held court within her warm depths. Her body began to shiver and pulse on it’s own accord against him.

She held him tightly around his shoulders, her lips pressed against his soft neck, as the wind blew her hair back and it seemed like no one would be able to hear her cry out in ecstasy.

Bill caressed and held her back instinctively, whispered erotic encouragement… and Alison felt herself giving in willingly, wildly, to the magic of Bill’s fingers on her sex.

“Ahhhh!!!” Alison cried, as his fingers on her clit sent shock waves of electricity up to her nipples and down to her toes and her vagina spasmed around his finger which he held firmly in place.

As her body shook against Bill, she let herself just go as high as she could go with this orgasm. After her first, she knew she didn’t have to guide him about timing of when to stop stimulating her. He knew. Perhaps even better than she did about how much she could handle.