July 2012. Barely awake. Last night’s chat floods back. Maud’s bet. My pussy throbs. Images hit hard. Me, exposed. Wet already. Eyes open minutes. Soaked sheets. Can’t fight it. Need to cum. Bad. Text Maud fast.
“I dunno if I can, Maud. Never done it alone. Only with ex. Patrick handled everything. Safe. You’ll be there, yeah? Fuck, I crave it. If chance hits… maybe.” Her reply: “Excites me too. But I’d never dare.”
Chaotic Awakening
Drive to dunes. Twenty clicks. Heart pounds. Breeze cooler here. Beach crowded. Dunes empty-ish. Perfect. One guy. Blue shorts, white shirt. Fifties. Interesting type. Not for looks. For eyes.
I plop meters away. He nods over shades. Smile back. Maud chirps ‘hello.’ He grins. Back to paper. We settle. Me: loose tank, no bra. Sees nipples poke. Short skirt, bare pussy. Smooth shave.
Leg up. Book on knee. Spread casual. He stares. Knows I’m naked under. Wetness builds. Maud in dress, panties, bra. Whispers regrets. No swimsuit.
“Strip to undies. Not beach.” Loud enough. He glances. Glasses down.
“Unless it bugs sir?”
“Nah. Go on.” Smirk. Knows game.
Maud peels dress. Red see-thru bra, thong. Perky pear tits, brown nipples hard. Ass cheeks out. Cunt slit peeks. Belly down. He devours.
My turn. Tank off. Tits free. Skirt drops. Naked. Full view. Pussy lips swell. Juice slicks thighs. Bag as pillow. Half-propped. Tits thrust. Leg hooks knee. Hole winks. Anus exposed. Close to edge.
Maud strips too. Naked. Legs twitch open. He ditches paper. Bulge tents shorts.
Fingers itch. Shame burns. Slide two in sopping slit. Thrust slow. Pleasure spikes. Pull out. Lick clean. Almost cum.
Unleashed Climax
He checks watch. Bolts. “Bye ladies.” Hard-on raging. Gone. Frustrated. Theory: voyeurs bail when too real.
Maud stunned. Me too. Sit close. Legs splay. Hand dives in. “Fuck it. Can’t hold.”
Fingers pump cunt. Pinch nipples. Maud gasps. “Not in front…”
“Oh yes.” Groan. Squat facing her. Dig deep. She stares. Fingers her own gash wide.
“Like watching?”
Moan answers. I cum hard. Keep going. Arm snakes back. Finger anus. Tight ring yields.
“Love ass play?”
She cums rasping. I squirt sand. She crawls close. Finger circles clit.
“Maud… fuck!” Pinch sends me over. Gush.
Drive home silent. Awkward thrill. Touched each other. Crossed line. Soon, more. Lovers inevitable.