It was on the way back that I realized, Ashley had only bought groceries for what I would assume is one person. That, and she loaded them into a wire out Jeep Wrangler that looks to be the perfect beach buggy. Maybe I was wrong in assuming she had a husband. Maybe not, he very well could be back at her house or golfing or working or anything if that nature.
The rest of my first day down was pretty simple. A cooler packed with a few cold beers and waters and a Gulf sunset on the beach. After sundown, I came back and read for a bit out on the balcony until it came time for my “work.” I went down to the pool and into the small pool house to flip the heat pump on. Everything seemed to turn on just fine as I walked around the pool and took in the outdoor scenery. The backyard of this place was mostly private. Tall palms seemed to block any neighboring views on the two sides with houses. With that in play and the night well into darkness, I decided to just strip down and dive right in.
As I cut through the water on that initial dive, I felt the weight of the day to day life fade away. Had someone told me a week past that I’d be skinny dipping in a heated pool in Florida, I’d think they’re a nut. But, here I was. And the beauty of a heated pool was, you could get out and not have to suffer the chilling effect of cold water on your manhood. Nope, everything hung low and relaxed as I walked back up the stairs and into the house.
When morning came, I woke to the first light peaking through the French doors. There were no sounds other than the steady crash of the waves and the seagulls warming their wings in the early sunlight. I went downstairs and sat a skillet on the stove to warm up and brewed a strong pot of coffee. All was well until it came time to fry my bacon. Determined to stay nude until absolutely necessary, I suffered the occasional pop of the grease as I finished cooking my breakfast.
Day two was spent on the beach with either a book or a beer in hand. Long naps. Long reads. And long swims filled my day. Just after noon, I couldn’t help but spot a woman some 50-60 yards down the beach from me. Her long legs poured out of the shallow beach chair she was in. Book in hand and a large straw hat told me she was there for some “her time;” to this, I could not understand more. This place must crawl with gorgeous housewives, I thought to myself.
It was early to bed that night as the next morning I had planned for some shore fishing. As I stepped out on the beach before the sun made its full appearance, I couldn’t help but feel perfectly alone. Solitude at its finest. I loaded the line on my 10 WT and made a few good casts as I waded out to my waist in the clear Gulf water.
Looking up, I find that I’m no longer alone on the beach as a lone runner is making their way towards where I was standing. As the runner came closer, it was not hard to recognize her as the very Ashley I met at the grocery store. It was in this moment I understood just how natural her feminine beauty was; she just as easily caught my eye in her short running shorts and tank top, glistening with sweat, as she did in her orange dress and flip flops. I began to wave, attempting to grab her attention. I already enjoyed one conversation with her, I was now greedy for another.
“Georgia boy, is that you?” Ashley said as she pulled the AirPods from her ears.
“Good morning, Ashley. Are you an early bird?” I asked inquisitively.
“Guilty. I do love my early morning runs; it’s cooler and makes the beach naps that much sweeter.” She said.
“I can understand that,” I say, “I always try to get a workout in before I head into work, but I’m on beach time and beach activities for the next two weeks. You won’t catch me working out.”
“Well, I work from home and by home, I mean the beach,” she says.
“Very nice! I guess the beach office would keep from a husband distracting you at home,” I say as I pry a bit.
“Yeah, about him…what are you doing after you wave that stick a few more times before you realize the fish are t going to bite?” Ashley asked me.
“Oh, I don’t know. Probably look for someplace to get breakfast, why do you ask?”
“I was going to see if you’d like to join me for breakfast; I know a good spot.” Ashley said.
“I’d enjoy that. Is it walking distance or are you going to make me run?” I ask playfully.
“Oh, my Jeep is parked at the top of those stairs, my run is over. I’ll drive if you feel comfortable enough.”
How could I pass up an offer like that? The ride to the breakfast shop was silent. Nothing but the open road and wind rushing into the Jeep, Ashley’s hair around her headrest. With each look and smile, my heart skipped a beat. This woman was absolutely gorgeous and I’m riding with her to get breakfast at the beach. What lottery have I won??
“Here we are, the best breakfast in town. I’ll go ahead and suggest the two egg plate followed up by a cream filled donut, it’s my favorite,” suggested Ashley.
Over breakfast, we talked about all things, big and small. But the conversation went aflame when Ashley told me about her divorce a year prior. How she felt unappreciated, unseen by her ex husband. How she moves down to the beach to start fresh and just live. And she also informed me that, aside from a few bad dates, she hasn’t been with a man in a year.
“Well, I am certainly happy you asked me to breakfast, Ashley. I am finding your company is exactly what I didn’t know I needed. You are so refreshing to me.” I tell her truthfully.
“Wow! Trying to flatter an old lady, are we?” She said. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you to say.”
“If I may, I’d like to say how much I’d enjoy the same company out on the beach today. I can’t think of anything else that could beat the view of the ocean than you in a bikini,” I said without thinking. Great, now I’m the creepy guy. Face. Palm.
“Is that so? I’ll join you on the beach under one condition,” she said leaning into me across the table, “you come back to my place and pick out what bikini I am to wear.”
As the words left her lips I could feel my cock swell. What is this joke being played on me? How am I awake and living right now? Did this goddess of a woman really just invite me to her place to pick out what she’s going to wear later?
“I will gladly take that offer,” I said with a lingering smile.
We pull into her place and the scenery looks strikingly familiar. But, then again, it is Florida and the Gulf coast; most neighborhoods look similar. I followed Ashley upstairs and into the master bedroom when she stops and says to me, “make yourself at home,” before turning away and walking to the bathroom, peeling her tank top off overhead to reveal her toned and suntanned back.
I couldn’t help but notice her linger at the doorframe and look back at me. If that wasn’t an invite, I don’t know what would be. I let her get into her shower and wash off a minute before I too undressed and made my way to the bathroom.
Through the fogged glass I could see the sexiest figure of a woman. Curvy hips, long legs, full natural breasts that hang so perfectly. I undressed, my cock already sweeping, and stepped into the shower.
Walking up behind her, she felt my hands at her hips the same time my cock bulged into her round ass. She turns her head, almost looking behind her, but tilting so her neck is vulnerable. My hands wrap around her body, one on her stomach, one cupping her breasts, and I pull her in so I can deliver my trail of kisses up and down her neck. Holding her tight, I can feel the passion between us.
“Mmm I’m so happy you picked up my hints,” Ashley says as I kiss my way up and down her neck and back. “You don’t know how long it’s been since a man has touched me, but something about you, I had to have.”
“And I fully did not expect to find such a gorgeous woman on this trip, let alone, shower with her.” I return.
“This shower is nothing compared to the rest of the things I want to do with you,” she said in the most serious tone I’ve heard her speak.
At that, I turn Ashley to face me. Her tits press into my chest as I pull her close by the small of her back. Holding her face, I kiss her deep, sucking her soft bottom lip into my mouth. My hands trail down her body, off her shoulders to her sides, they come up for a firm grope of her tits; she moans wildly. Like sparks igniting gasoline, I quickly reach bellow her toned ass and pick her up in my arms. Gripping her in that sweet spot between ass and thighs, my hands hold my prize and I am filled with an energy that only a woman can give a man. My throbbing cock teases her pussy, rubbing and bouncing against her lips as we make out wildly.
“Stop for a second, please…” Ashley says through a ragged breath.
“Of course, is everything okay?” I ask, concerned.
“Yes, everything is just fine,” she says with a secretive tone to her voice.
Standing in the corner of the rocked in shower, I watch as Ashley slowly pours soap into her feminine hands and begins to slap her body. The suds grow mightier around her tits, covering her hard nipples, falling around her pretty tan feet on the floor. She is touching her body, showing me what she has enjoyed for that last year, showing me where she wants to be taken from there. I lean back on the wall and enjoy the show; her fingers slipping between her thighs and trail up ever so slowly. She turns slightly and let’s me watch as she soaps her pretty round ass and even teases her asshole, lingering there as she soaps herself fully.
Literally throbbing at this point, I step forward to join her, but she meets my hands before they could land on their target.
“Not yet,” she whispers as she walks behind me, her soapy tits leaving a trail of suds around my body.
Ashley’s hands felt like a dream the moment they touched my cock. She worked me with the perfect amount of grip but never leaving that feminine energy, even in her touch. Her petite frame nearly made it difficult for her to reach around me fully so she dropped to her knees beside me. One hand coming from under my legs and the other from the front, Ashley steadily stroked my cock while massaging my full and hanging balls.
How did she know the exact touch I desire and crave? How does she know I crave that strong yet submissive nature of a woman?
I could feel myself losing control and I knew she knew it as her pace steadily quickened. Fully stroking my cock, Ashley brought me one of the strongest, most selfless orgasms I had ever experienced. It was as if her only goal in that moment was to drain every drop of cum from my balls and ensure that I was thoroughly satisfied.
“What a strong showing that was!” She said, playfully. “I can’t wait to feel it for myself…”
At that, I pull Ashley back to her feet, kissing her deeply, I reach around for the shower handle and kill the water. Back in my arms, I carry her to the bedroom where I lay her back on the bed. The weight of my body pressed into her as we kissed. Ear lobes, neck, collar bones, chest, tits, nipples, stomach, nothing was off limits to my mouth as I savored every inch of her.
I settle my body down on the bed as my hands firmly stroked her inner thighs. In a quick motion upward, I pinned her legs high and wide, giving me the view I longed for most.
Ashley’s pussy was nothing short of art. The soft lips, petite like her body, but protruding outward like a petal reaching for sunlight. Her skin was smooth from routine waxing and a nightly moisturizing routine. The soft pink radiant between the paleness of her bikini lines. Leaning in, I took a deep breath while my nose ran the length of her pussy.
Sweet. Mellow.
I run my tongue from the tight opening to her aching clit.
Sweet. Mellow.
Like a cool glass of water for a deprived man, I began diving my mouth, lips, tongue, anything I could to taste her wetness. To feel her folds. To pour into her the passion that was burning inside my soul.
“Ohhh my God!” Ashley purred as the first wave hit her. Her strong runners legs push my grip downward, but only for a moment. I bring her back to her position and feel wave two hit her and send her legs convulsing.
“Sss-stop…ohh…ohh…I need a sss-second…” Ashley whimpered.
As I didn’t want to turn her pleasure into an annoyance of overstimulation, I slowed my strokes to kisses. Pressing my lips to her mound, her labia, the crease between thigh and pelvis. I kissed up her thighs, back down again. Up her stomach, over her tits, and finally landed once again on her lips.
“That was…I’m speechless. And, I may be addicted,” she says.
“Oh believe me, I just has a taste of something I’m going to need on my daily agenda for the next two weeks; you are so refreshing, Ashley,” I tell her intimately.
“Up,” she demands. I stand and come to the edge of the bed as she walks across the bedroom floor and out onto the balcony. Unshaken by the fact that it’s midday and she is completely nude on her balcony, she caresses the doorframe and says, “aren’t you coming?”
I follow her out to the balcony. My cock, thick, but not quite hard just yet, bounces as I step onto the warm wood. Ashley walks towards me and begins kissing my neck, chest, and abdomen. Her hands reach around and grip my ass, which, isn’t something I usually enjoy, but her touch is yet again reaching me like nothing I’ve felt before. She turns me and pushes me back into the corner seat of the large cream sectional.
Slowly, she gets to her knees, twists her wet hair into a chord and throws it over her shoulder, then she bends low. One at a time, she sucks my balls into her mouth where she then massages and rolls them with her tongue. My cock falls against her face and makes and audible “thud” to which she laughs and gives a long lick, balls to tip, with her wet tongue. She now strokes my thick shaft as she continues to suck and massage my balls.
In one motion, she takes the length of me down her throat. Lingers. Then comes up with a gasp for air.
“Fuck me, Ashley,” I assure her.
For the next few minutes, Ashley proceeded to worship my cock. Sucking me deep into her warm throat. Stroking me. Licking. Kissing. She was so pleased as it grew harder and harder in her grasp and went wild as if she couldn’t get enough.
I reach down and grab her arm, pulling her to my face for another kiss. “It’s time you go back to that bed and bend that perfect little ass over for me,” I tell her.
“Mmm yessir!” she says as she comes up to her feet.
As I stand, I look over the railing and notice a familiar truck parked in the neighboring driveway.
“Umm, Ashley,” I say nearly confused, “were you aware that we are neighbors? I mean, I’m renting that house right through those palms…”
“Yes, I did,” she smiles.
“And when you made this realization, it wasn’t at night, was it?” I ask nearly embarrassed.
“Yes, it was,” she says with the joy of someone watching their little secret unfold. “Why did you think I came onto you so strong? Seeing that I could see that cock swing from up here and at night, I told myself I would jump at the chance if it ever presented itself, and it did. So, are you going to punish me for my voyeuristic tendencies or are you going to come fuck me until I can’t walk?”
I walk over to her on the bed, flip her body over in one movement, push her back down, aching her ass and pussy high for my taking. “I believe I can handle both of those things,” I say as I run my two hands firmly over her fleshy ass.
With a deep squeeze, her flesh protrudes through my finger tips. I spread her ass and see the most beautiful little asshole I’d ever laid eyes on. “Pop,” my bare hand strikes her cheek, immediately followed by my tongue on her asshole.
“Ohhhh fuck me!!” Ashley cries. “You are a dream!”
I make out with Ashley’s pretty asshole, warming her up for the fucking she is about to receive. I stand and pull her to the edge of the bed, her ass still held high, and run the thick head of my cock along her soaked pussy. A few teases and I bury my length into her, pausing at the balls. Ashley let out a guttural moan.
I find a rhythm in her, deep and steady, our bodies sounding off that satisfying “pop” as our skin collides. Her energy. Her beauty. They way she adores me, my cock, the way I fuck her, all fuel my need to fuck her deeper and fuller.
I can’t help but bring my thumb to her little asshole and press into her firmly. Never slowing my strokes, I feel her respond to this like an ignition switch. Ashley’s body begins to convulse and shake as yet another wave overtakes her. Falling into the mattress, I hold her body steady and I continue to deliver stroke after stroke, ensuring she gets every ounce of this orgasm through her body.
“Ohhh…ohhh…ohhh…” Ashley moans to a rest as i slow to a pause. “You, sir, are something else…I want more of you, right now, deep…please…” she begs softly.
As the words left her lips, Ashley rolls to her back and spread her legs wide and open. Unknowing I have a “thing” for breeding and using a woman’s as things were intended, I straddle her and press my cock into her folds, once more.
Long and slow strokes engulfed every inch of her. Rocking. Holding her steady. I lean forward and fight to get myself deeper and deeper. The wave now taking me over, I bend low and kiss Ashley’s lips. A primal moan of satisfaction comes from my toes as I pump stream after stream of my cum into her eager pussy. She shakes. I melt. We fall into each other on yet another level we didn’t know was possible.
Laying there, my cock still inside her, we kiss soft kiss. Adoring. Thankful.
“I hope you plan on being close neighbors for the next two weeks,” Ashley says with question.
“Ashley, I want every second, every inch of you, you’re willing to give me,” I say confidently.
“Good, I will send you back to Georgia a changed man,” she plays. “Why don’t we shower off once more and grab dinner. I know a place that will make that breakfast joint look like a Waffle House.”
“Hey! What’s wrong with WaHo?” I joke.
Kissing her once more before I stand, I reach out a hand to help her from the bed. Our knees weak from the passion, we make our way back to the bathroom.
“And to think it’s only 3:30 PM,” I say, hinting at the night to come.
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