Author: fluidlogicly

Family Beach Vacation

The Outer Banks N.C.is a great place to take the kids on a beach vacation. Lots of Wild life activities, restaurants and lots of shopping. This is their second 4th of July vacation ay the Outer Banks, The fireworks are set off on the beach; they explode directly over your head. On this warm afternoon my husband took the kids on a Dolphin watch while I stayed behind. I wanted to enjoy the beach alone for once. I liked sitting at the water’s edge letting the waves wash over my feet and up my legs. It cooled me off and relaxed me.

The waves were coming up my legs and just touching my pussy which gave me a gentle tingling sensation. There were a group of people in their early 20’s next to me drinking and enjoying the beach. I noticed one guy looking at me every closely. This gave me a sense of excitement and adventure. I lean back on my elbows and closed my eyes and to my surprise I was imagining his fingertips moving up and down my inner thighs with the movement of the waves. He was in between my legs touching me softly caressing me. I could feel his breathe on my cheeks and lips. My excitement grew and I dare not open my eyes in case he was really there. I stayed there for a while but then then the tide was changing and the sensation was lost. I open my eyes and look over and he was still looking at me. I felt embarrassed so I got up to go to our room that looked over the beach. Read more »

Sophie

Arriving at Sophia’s house I’m stunned when I see her. She was always cute but now she looks beautiful. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders and the front ending just below her breasts. Her neck was long and smooth; I could picture my fingers moving from her ear down to her shoulder. Her arms were smooth and strong, she had a freckle just above her right elbow on the outside. Her skin was darker than most white girls which I loved.  The features of her face seemed older and more mature. I just saw her last week when she watched me in the bathroom. Yet she seemed much more mature and confident now. Her smile melted me her eyes shined on my soul. Sophia’s skirt ended at the top of the most beautiful legs I have ever seen. During dinner she hypnotized me, I could not look away. Her stories hold my attention, her voice is so smooth it wraps round me.  I live in her descriptions, smelling the sent, feeling the emotion. My eyes never wander around the room checking out other girls. She is like someone I never meet before. What makes her happy, her passions, and a few intimate details if that she shared. I suggest we go to the movies just so I can sit next to her in the dark.
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 We leave the restaurant and walk over to the movie theaters. I want to hold her hand but feeling intimidated I don’t. Standing in line at the movie you take mine. Leaning into me she tells me “You are beautiful”. My knees buckle and a small boner pushes against my pants. Sophia picked a movie and lead me to a seat next to the wall, third row from the back. We sit waiting for the previews to start she runs her fingertips up and down my leg.  As soon as the lights go down she lifts her leg over my knee. I get hard and started running my fingertips over her thigh. I move my fingers in slow circles going farther and farther towards the prize. By the middle of the movie I was running my fingertips up and down the outside of her vagina. Her hand is running up and down my arm and she is breathing heavy. My finger enters her lips and runs around her entrance.  Then up to her clit. I rub the bottom of it front to back. her breathing is heavy and eyes close, her thigh muscles tighten as I message it. I move my finger back and forth under it then in a circle around it keeping contact with it. Her hand moves on top of mine pressing it against her dripping vagina.  My finger moves faster across the tip of her clit. Her breathing stops, her neck strains, and her head jerks forward, moaning as she cums. I love this; she looks so beautiful in the light of the movie. She smiles at me and kisses me as the movie ends. 
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We walk out, her thighs sliding against each other.  The nectar running between them lubricates her stride. Sophia leads me into the girl’s restroom at the end of the hallway. Then into the handicapped stall.  It is quiet, nobody seems to be around.   I close the door and lock it behind her. Going down on her knees, undoing my pants, pushing them to the floor, she takes my boner on her mouth. Sucking, licking and tickling my balls at the same time, I’m her slave. My breathing quickens and deepens and small moans exit from my lips. Running my fingers through your hair stimulates me further. I love the feeling of my cock in her mouth wanting to cum in it.  Just before I cum she stands and turns around. Bending over with hands on the seat she opens her legs. I enter her fucking her fast. She uses one hand to message her clit as I pound her.  Stiffening longer and harder I get ready to cum. Turning around she takes my first shot on her face then opens her mouth to swallow the rest. Sophia stands and I wipe my cum off her face and she kisses me and says “Please take me home and fuck me again.”
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Exiting the stall there are two teen girls standing at the mirror. They watch us as we move passed. “Lucky” I hear one of them say not knowing if she meant me or her.

The Runner

When you’re fit and fast, running is the most exhilarating sport. The unspoken spiritual connections of other runners on the team enhance my run. My right toe leaves the ground; left foot stretches in front of me. The outside of my left heel makes ground contact. It starts to roll from heel to toe; my lungs push the used oxygen out of my body. Air rushing past my ears enhances the feeling of speed and power. Right knee bends lifting my foot starting it forward, arms swinging in opposite directions. Moving over my planted left foot the thigh muscle prepares for the push. Sweat fills my shirt as it drips off my face and neck. Lungs fill with fresh air as my left calf, thigh and butt push my body forward. The speed is effortless; I fly as my left foot leaves the ground and right stretches to meet it. My running partner and I are in sync our bodies moving together as we chat during the training run. The team picks up the pace as we enter the last mile of the run. We gauge our bodies and measure our effort for the last push. Running is not a sport of chance, there is no bounce of the ball or luck of the draw. The rewards are the direct result of hard effort and exact preparedness. The pace quickness the finish nears. For some every training run is a competition, others save it for race day. Both methods work for each unique individual. We push the last few 100 yards ending in a flourish. We walk with hands on our hips breathing in fresh air. Once it’s over, the recovery takes hold. The universal feeling of accomplishment is clear on the smiles of all the faces. The captain pats the butt of each team member signifying a job well done. Read more »

Meghan

In my mind and my experience there is no person in the world more beautiful than Meghan. Her features are soft yet striking, her red hair and blue eyes. Her breasts are small and firm with pointed excited nipples. Her vagina shaved smooth. She moves with grace and strength, her voice carries you away on a cloud. I’m writing you this as it was told to me, in many ways it pains me to retell this story. You see, I’m in love with Meghan yet she does not know it. I have loved her for many years but have been afraid to express my affection for her. She sleeps in the room next to mine, we share the same parents, I have known her all my life. We are not related by birth but by adoption. Our parents are wonderful loving people they have given us a wonderful home. Our childhood filled with joy. My love for Meghan grew over the years, I did not know it was true full love until I heard the story I am about to tell you. Meghan told me every detail but it did not change my love for her. As I sit here in the bathroom my cock as hard as it has ever been, watching Meghan take a shower I could not be happier. Read more »

The Wedding Affair

He held her face in his hands gently touching the skin of her neck.cheeks and lips. He looked directly in her eyes they were soft and inviting, yet knowing and happy. He kissed her gently their lips soft and moist but not wet. To him the kiss was like no other. They seemed to fit perfectly together their lips matched and their movements were naturally in sink. She pulled him closer, he could feel her body start to heat up. She could feel him against her start to grow and stiffen against her dress. She kissed him deeply as if to encourage him he reacted as expected. He reached around back and unzipped her dress………..

This wedding has been in the works for a long time.. Everything was set, the guests were in the church the groomsmen were at the front the bride and her father were ready. After the bride was standing before the groom the groom looked at her, he turned and could not believe what he saw. He could not take his eyes off her. He studied every line and every movement of her face. The way her head turned, the way her eyes followed what was going on in the church, the way her hair flowed against her neck. Her arms were perfect, strong yet soft the outline of her breasts filled the dress just as if the dress was in love with her. The ceremony was a blur, he tried to concentrate, he went through the motions but his mind was swimming. He took every chance to stare at her. He tried not to let her notice but she did. Read more »

The Neighbor

Every summer night before I go to sleep I hear the sounds of the city drift through my open window. Traffic moving past, dogs barking and passing air molecules, peoples voices as they walk passed on the side walk below. The night air flows over me naked body stimulating me like 100 fingers gently tickling every inch. With my eyes closed I imagine what it would be like to have 3 or 4 people actually doing that to me. The thin walls of my apartment let through the sounds from the neighbor next door. Each night about the same time his muffled moans vibrate the walls. I listen to him as they progress and get louder; my body reacts to them with a warm flow between my legs. I knew him in passing but never took the time to have a conversation. He orgasm was loud but not annoying. I imagined what he looked like, his face in ecstasy, his short salt and pepper hair tinged with sweat. His ass tight and his manhood hard pointing straight up and a hot stream shooting out from it. I wondered what it would feel like on my breasts, in my mouth or inside me. Read more »

The Professor

It’s the period before lunch; I have my favorite professor for this class. He keeps my full attention not so much because of the subject but because of who he is. I have always had a thing for smart guys. Even in high school when all the girls wanted the jocks. I liked the guy who could solve hard math problems or understood the periodic table and newton’s laws. They just seemed sexier, more mature and more in control of themselves. This professor has the same qualities; he is really into his subject and shows a real passion for getting the most out of his students. That really turns me on, I have tried to get a feel for him but he stays above the level I wanted him to go. Today I asked for a meeting with him after class during lunch in his office. I wore a special outfit for him today. A button down blouse, a short skirt no panties, heels and I’m wearing Bright Red Lipstick. I sat in the front row to see if I could get his attention during class. While he was speaking I would lean over my desk exposing my cleavage. I made sure to unbutton the top two buttons just as class started. I also slowly opened my legs as class went on until I caught him take a peek. Then closed them and slowly opening them again just enough for him to get another eye full. This made me very wet and I could tell he liked what he saw as he smiled at me when I did it. Towards the end of class I gave him one last look as kind of a preview and then class let out. Read more »

A runner story

When you’re fit and fast, running is the most exhilarating sport. The unspoken spiritual connections of other runners on the team enhance my run. My right toe leaves the ground; left foot stretches in front of me. The outside of my left heel makes ground contact. It starts to roll from heel to toe; my lungs push the used oxygen out of my body. Air rushing past my ears enhances the feeling of speed and power. Right knee bends lifting my foot starting it forward, arms swinging in opposite directions. Moving over my planted left foot the thigh muscle prepares for the push. Sweat fills my shirt as it drips off my face and neck. Lungs fill with fresh air as my left calf, thigh and butt push my body forward. The speed is effortless; I fly as my left foot leaves the ground and right stretches to meet it. My running partner and I are in sync our bodies moving together as we chat during the training run. The team picks up the pace as we enter the last mile of the run. We gauge our bodies and measure our effort for the last push. Running is not a sport of chance, there is no bounce of the ball or luck of the draw. The rewards are the direct result of hard effort and exact preparedness. The pace quickness the finish nears. For some every training run is a competition, others save it for race day. Both methods work for each unique individual. We push the last few 100 yards ending in a flourish. We walk with hands on our hips breathing in fresh air. Once it’s over, the recovery takes hold. The universal feeling of accomplishment is clear on the smiles of all the faces. The captain pats the butt of each team member signifying a job well done. Read more »