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Summer At The Beach
By Ricky
If you think students are the only people to greet the
summer vacation with joy, you probably don't know any
teachers. I love teaching computers as much as my wife Anna
loves teaching art, but the second we finished grading the
exam papers we packed the car and took off. We had rented a
secluded cabin on the beach in Maine for the summer, and
had no sooner settled in than we were enjoying the serenity
and the incredible sea air with no neighbors in sight. One
look at the view and Anna had unpacked her easel and was on
the beach painting in the shade of a great umbrella. Anna's
work could be described as running from the whimsical to
the bizarre. There is always something in her paintings
that makes you look at the world from a view you never had
before.
I was enjoying not only the seascape but the natural view
of Anna as she plied her brush wearing nothing but
sunscreen. I was always eager to run my hands over her
smooth, tanned skin as I slathered on the lotion. I paid
special attention to her nipples, letting them ooze through
my slippery fingers until I felt them grow and harden. I
savored her taught flesh as I leisurely made my way down
her body, pausing to grasp her firm ass and feel it quiver
beneath my fingers, then started up her spine until I once
again cupped her lovely tits in my hands.
She laid down her brush as I began to kiss her neck, so I
slowly ran my lotion soaked hands over her stomach as I
knelt beside her. I quickly learned that nibbling on
nipples slathered in that protective lotion was not a taste
sensation, so I contented myself with brushing the fine
hair covering her pussy until she spread her legs long and
athletic legs apart to expose her shining, wet slit. My
fingers slid over her labia, causing her to lean back in
anticipation. Her legs spread wider so I could run my
tongue around the outline of her soft pussy lips, grazing
the hair and inhaling the powerful scent of her womanhood.
I lapped her juices in long, slow strokes, starting at her
ass, delving into her lovely slit and caressing her clit
before starting over.
She began to squirm on her seat and I concentrated my
efforts on her clit, feeling it slip beneath my eager
tongue, holding her ass firmly so I did not lose contact as
her gyrations increased. Unlike some women I have known,
Anna is not a screamer, she grunts in a low, sexy voice as
climax approaches. She was practically growling as I slid
my tongue over her crotch, her body growing rigid in
anticipation until, like a spring coiled under a great
load, all her energy was released in a vaulting orgasm.
Since I wore no more than she I quickly rose and plunged my
cock into her waiting depths. The flimsy chair she sat on
threatened to topple, so I lowered her gently to the sand.
She reached out to grasp my member, guiding me into her
flowing crotch, where I continued fucking her as deeply as
I could. Her wetness surrounded my aching member as I drove
it deep into her, panting as she encouraged me with more of
her low, sexy grunts. The warm of air of the beach wafted
by my rod as I pulled out of her sweet hole. I would wait a
short while with my prick just brushing her pussy before I
again plunged into her. All too soon I exploded in her,
filling her with my cum as she lay in the sand. By the way,
while making love on the beach may sound romantic, you had
better be damned careful of the sand.
The weather was beautiful for the first week, but you can't
have a vacation without rain. We stayed in the cottage and
watched the low, dark clouds and the angry sea pounding the
beach were we had so recently made love. She looked out the
window as she worked on a new painting, this one of a tall
woman on a foreboding seashore. I spent the day at my
computer and occasionally walked over to see what she had
done. As the painting took form I could see the still
faceless woman wore a ruffled blouse and long skirt. Her
clothing was being whipped by the wind as she stared out to
sea, a Victorian woman waiting patiently for her sea
captain to return. Anna completed the work just as I had
dinner finished, so I didn't really look at it until much
later in the evening.
Well, I told you she tends to the bizarre, the woman in the
completed painting had my features. The painting was
strangely compelling; I could almost feel the spray on my
body as I studied my counterpart in oils. This strange
painting started some old thoughts whirling in my brain,
and as I studied it I admitted to Anna that sometimes I
wondered what it would have been like to be born a woman. I
don't think she was too surprised because crossdressing
stories have always turned me on and she knows it. I had
never done anything about these feelings because of my job,
a professor at a less than liberal college is very careful
about what he does publicly.
The rain continued the next morning, so we made our way
into the town for a little shopping. We had a list of
things we had forgotten to bring, and we stocked up on
fresh fruit and groceries and such. Being in no hurry we
continued to browse the shops as the rain continued. We
passed a small women's specialty shop with featuring, of
all things, corsets in the window. They ranged from the
heavy boned wrappings of the past to lace confections that
practically screamed, "Fuck Me!" The picture of screwing
Anna in one of those sexy corsets was irresistible, so I
followed her into the shop eagerly.
I was surrounded by more bras, girdles, slips, panties and
lacy froth than I had ever seen in my life, and an eager
young salesman asked Anna if he could help her. I watched
in amusement as Anna began to flirt unmercifully with the
young man, asking his opinion of how this bra would look on
her or if this pair of stockings would suit her. The
salesman tried his best to remain professional, but a
certain gleam in his eye and some very inspired phrasing in
his answers revealed how taken he was with my wife. As Anna
entered the changing room with a handful of garments he
glanced at me inquiringly, so I smiled and said that Anna
was her own woman and did as she pleased.
We both enjoyed the show Anna put on that rainy afternoon.
The corset in the window looked even better on her than the
mannequin. The sight of her great, brown areolas under the
shear yellow fabric of a very low cut bra almost kept us
from noticing the seductive wisps of pubic hair peeking out
of the matching panties. After an hour or so showing off
the young salesman had distinct bulges in both eyes and
crotch. At last the show was over so, as I flatter myself a
gentleman, I went out in the rain to get the car while Anna
took care of the salesman. I waited patiently for her to
conclude her business. I have never asked her what happened
after I left, but she wore a very self-satisfied smile as
she loaded her bags into the car.
I was ready to make a day of it, perhaps a movie and
dinner, but Anna wanted to return to our summer home,
saying she had a surprise for me. I readily agreed,
thinking what fun I would have removing her new purchases.
Anna insisted I take a shower as part of her surprise, so I
obediently lathered up and rinsed off, returning to the
bedroom to find my sexy wife in her new corset as she sat
on the bed with her legs spread wide. Like any well trained
lover I immediately dove for her muff, but she stopped me
with my tongue hanging unused in the air. She rose from the
bed and told me to close my eyes and turn around. Okay,
this sounded like an interesting game. Anna is a very
creative soul so I did as she asked.
Her arms surrounded me and her warm breath caressed my ear
as she whispered, "Did you really mean it when you said you
wondered what it would be like to be a woman?"
Wait a minute, this was not where I had expected the game
to lead. I'll admit it, I was confused and just stood there
speechless, my answer made even more difficult by her soft
lips nibbling my ear lobe and her hands sliding over my
body.
"Well", she whispered, "did you?"
I stammered an answer in the affirmative and she began to
nibble on my other ear.
Her sexy breath invaded my eardrums as she purred, "Then
I'm glad I bought this for you this afternoon!"
Her arms left my torso for a moment and then I felt my
stomach surrounded by fabric. With a series of tugs I felt
the back snaps close and before I knew it I was wearing a
heavy, boned Victorian corset much like the woman in the
picture must have worn. Anna pulled the laces back and I
felt my stomach squeezed in as my body tried to conform to
the shape of the garment, leaving me a bit breathless. By
this time my eyes were wide open and I was staring at the
mirror as it reflected my oddly clad image back at me. I
watched dumbfounded as Anna slid a bra over my arms and
fastened it behind me, then proceeded to stuff it with the
grapefruit she had bought that afternoon.
I could only stare at my image in the mirror, and as I did
I saw my dong rising incongruously below my corset. Anna
giggled as she saw my reaction and reached her hand around
my body to stroke my stiffening prick. Her delicate fingers
stroked my shaft lightly, and I watched it bounce before me
as she caressed my shaft. Her fingers were deliciously
warm, leaving tingling paths of delight behind them. She
took my prick firmly in hand and began to stroke it,
stretching the skin in and out as she pumped my penis, her
fingers gently squeezing the glans as she reversed her
motion on each stroke. Her lips covered my ass with kisses,
sometimes nipping playfully as she gave my pecker a quick
squeeze.
I was tempted to close my eyes and abandon myself to the
feeling, but the sight of her jacking me off while I stood
there in corset and bra was tremendously exciting, I was
mesmerized as my prick swung and shivered in her hands. I
soon felt her other hand caress my hanging balls, lifting
them gently in time to her strokes. Every once in a while
she would trace her finger downward from my sack coming
tantalizingly close to my anus before slithering back to my
nuts to tease me some more. I could feel the spunk rising
in my balls and began to press my hips foreword as she drew
her silken hand back down my shaft.
I was overcome and watched shoot streams of hot cum arc
across the room from my prick to land on the floor in front
of me. As the first wave hit I felt her finger enter my ass
and begin to wiggle, and I blasted my sperm into the air
before me as if rocket propelled. The pressure of the
corset on my belly seemed to drive my cum from me, surging
and swelling within me. I kept spewing my sperm forever,
her one hand milking me of all I had while her finger
twisted and danced in my ass. At last I was empty, and my
prick was no longer a foreign object hanging below my
corset but settled back into my hairy pubes in complete
contentment.
I suddenly realized how cool the room was, and began to
shiver. Anna opened another package and handed me a blouse
and skirt very reminiscent of those in her painting. Caught
in the spell of her surprise I obediently put them on,
marveling at how soft and sexy the material felt against my
skin. The illusion couldn't survive the mirror, however. It
was obvious I was a man in the wrong clothing, but the
feelings were so exquisite I didn't care. Anna hugged me
and again kissed me deeply.
"I guess I don't have to ask if you like my little
surprise, but if you are going to be a woman for the day,
you get to clean the floor while I start dinner." With that
she shrugged into a dress and left the bedroom.
That corset has to be one of the sexiest garments ever
invented, its firm pressure around my waist keeping me
aroused like never before. When I sat its upward pressure
made me very aware of the brassiere I was wearing, each
motion causing the grapefruits in the cups to bounce and
shiver. Even raising my fork to eat was an erotic
experience, provoking tugs and pulls with the unfamiliar
clothing I was wearing.
It was my turn to do the dishes, and Anna gave me a taste
of my own medicine as she stood behind me and ran her hands
over my body. The rain outside had gotten heavier and there
were occasional flashes of lightning through the window as
I worked. I felt my skirt being raised and I tried to hold
onto the dish I was rinsing as Anna insinuated her finger
beneath the elastic of my panties and began to play with my
balls. She knelt and began to kiss my ass again, following
the lacy line of elastic until she met the heavier fabric
of my corset. Her body was completely under my skirt, and I
could feel her warm breath as she tantalized me. I finished
the dishes at last and pulled my skirt off her to reveal a
face suffused with lust. Offering her a hand to rise I
carried her into the bedroom and began to remove her dress.
I started to unbutton my blouse, but she stopped me.
"Leave it on", she giggled, "I want to see what it's like
to be fucked by a woman."
I was happy to play the game, so I buttoned up the blouse
and laid her on the bed. Her toes were the closest part of
her body, so I started massaging them, enjoying the feel of
her stockings as I rubbed and kneaded her. With a sigh she
rolled over on her stomach, so I gathered my skirts and
knelt over her legs to rub them. Once again my corset
tugged at my body and as I pounded her calves the
vibrations set my fruitful boobs dancing on my chest. Not
only was Anna getting a very relaxing rub, but I was
getting extremely turned on.
At last I could stand it no longer and my hands returned to
her ass and began to delve into her crack. She obligingly
spread her legs wider and I gazed at the pink flesh set
within her wispy golden hair I spread her crack open,
exposing her tightly rayed pattern surrounding her asshole.
She shifted to expose her swollen pussy lips so I let my
finger slide down that beautiful curve and briefly dipped
into her waiting slit. Anna was once again growling her
encouragement, so I played with her crotch, teasing with my
fingers, tracing the outline of hair that surrounded her
pussy lips. Her juices sparkled in the lightning flashes,
pure jewels hanging from her mat of blonde hair. When she
could stand it no longer she rolled over and begged me to
fuck her, but I wasn't quite ready yet.
I lay beside her and began to kiss her beautiful breasts,
fondling her nipples with my tongue. My hand sought the
softness of her crotch until I found her waiting clit. I
played with it for a while, flicking my finger around the
soft protrusion, tracing circles around and around her most
sensitive spot. I could feel her hips arching to meet my
fingers and the bed was shaking from her desire. I began to
finger fuck her soaking cunt, driving one, then two and
three fingers into her yearning slash. I could tell she was
on the verge of climax, so I withdrew my hand and began to
rub her clit firmly through her ample pussy hair. That did
it, she cried and shook with orgasm as I kept rubbing,
sending waves of pleasure coursing over her body. Before
she could come down she was clawing at my skirt and trying
to get it above my waist.
My dick was at full length, waiting to fuck her but instead
she pushed me back and mounted me, driving my boner deep
within her as she began to fuck me. I felt like I was on a
trampoline, her body slamming into my groin in her
excitement. The storm outside was really going strong and
the lightning illuminated my lust mad wife like a strobe
light. Her yellow hair flew wildly about her as she rode my
aching prick, her breasts were bouncing, suspended
momentarily in the surreal light of the storm, then pulling
downward as the rest of her body sprang upward on my pole.
I could feel my own "breasts" driving into my chest as she
jumped up and down on me, the bones of the corset around my
body straining as Anna slammed into my body. I erupted into
her just as a particularly loud thunderclap shook the house
and the dim light of the bedroom failed.
I couldn't believe the intensity of my orgasm, I blew my
load into her wildly gyrating pussy as I was racked with
shudders, my balls and prick tightening as each spasm hit.
I could feel my cum spread out over my crotch as Anna
continued to ride my softening pole, the force of her
landing driving my spunk from her and spreading it between
our two bodies. At last she slowed, still squirming around
my flaccid cock, unwilling to let it slip out until the
last second. I was drained and she was exhausted from the
best sex we had had in years. When we recovered, Anna
released me from my corset and we slept through the rest of
the storm until we awakened to a bright and cheerful
morning.
We had both slept in our clothes, my bra was still on but
the grapefruits had migrated away during the night. I was
strangely reluctant to remove my blouse and skirt, but
after our orgy of the night before they were certainly in
no condition to wear. I kissed Anna and thanked her for her
kindness and was working myself up to ask if I could
explore the feminine side of life a while without offending
her when she beat me to the punch.
"You liked my little surprise a lot, didn't you?"
I admitted that I did and she began to caress my chest,
pinching and stroking my nipples.
"Enough to go shopping again today... for you?"
I admitted it and she laughed.
"I hope I haven't created a monster. I guess I could just
call you 'Hulkette' or something!"
I have never really enjoyed shopping before, but with
Anna's help I happily browsed through the racks and bins at
several second hand stores after a long drive to the city,
then she helped me pick out some bras and panties at a
nice, anonymous mall. I was scandalized by the price of
pantyhose, but we bought a few pair anyway. I was tempted
by the wigs and makeup and all the other goodies, but Anna
convinced me to wait and see how much I liked dressing up
before I spent too much money. So far we were out less than
it would have cost to spend a day at your typical tourist
trap, and I had a nice beginning wardrobe.
I could hardly wait to try on my new clothes when we got
home, and Anna helped me with great amusement. I have
watched her get dressed for many years now, but somehow I
had never learned all the little tricks of the trade, or
how to match colors, or weather you should put on the
panties or pantyhose first. She showed me how to adjust a
bra strap, where to settle my skirt and laughed as I
fumbled with reversed buttons. When I was done it felt
great, but I wondered what to do next. She suggested a walk
on the beach and I agreed. It wasn't until I opened the
porch door that stage fright hit, what would I do if
someone saw me like this?
Anna gave me a goose and pushed me foreword. We were in the
middle of nowhere, who was going to see us? So we strolled
the beach and I enjoyed walking in a flowing skirt, feeling
it wrap around my ankles and sway in the breeze. We walked
hand in hand along the sand until we came to a spot where
the land jutted out into the sea, defining our secluded
cove. We climbed carefully through the scrub woods to see
what was on the other side, but the shore just continued
like before so we turned back. I was still new at wearing a
skirt, so when it caught on a branch it was down around my
ankles before I knew what was happening. I found myself in
an undignified position, hanging over a branch with my
panty clad tush high in the air. I was hoping for a helping
hand from Anna but what I got was a hand on the ass.
"Hey, Darling, you want to try it hanging from a tree?"
With her hands slipping between my legs I rather thought I
did. I was glad I had taken Anna's advice and not worn
pantyhose because her hands were soon all over my rapidly
growing prick. I hated to interrupt Anna, but my position
was growing uncomfortable. I lowered myself to the floor of
the woods and she quickly raised my skirt and took my rod
into her mouth. In no time she had sucked it to life and
she eagerly bobbed up and down my rod despite my wiggling
as I sought a comfortable position. She tugged at my
panties and began to play with my balls, gently squeezing
first one side and then the other.
By now I had found a comfortable pose and was watching my
wife enthusiastically suck me off. Once again the feel of
the bra around me enhanced my response, each tug on the
straps or shift of my filling brought new delights to
complement Anna's skilled lips. Her long hair fell
sensuously over my thighs, trickling as her head rose and
fell on my member. I could feel myself getting ready to
unload, so I reached out and cupped her chin. I wanted this
to last, so we wiggled into a new position and I began to
lick her slit, returning her favor. She was really hot, my
slightest touch made her growl and moan. I abandoned
subtlety and headed straight for her clit, sucking and
licking for all I was worth. In only seconds she exploded
in orgasm under my tongue.
Since there wasn't really room to lay her out I rose and
pulled her up, dropping her skirt to the ground with mine.
I lifted her up and lowered her on to my prick, fucking her
standing in the woods. The crotch of her panties got in the
way so she simply ripped them away to allow me to plunge my
pecker into her without any obstruction. She grasped a
nearby branch and began to help me slide her up and down on
my rod, her legs wrapped around my waist. She was as wet as
I have ever felt her, I drove in without any resistance
until our crotches met, then pulled back for another
thrust. My boobs bounced in time with hers as we fucked in
the woods, my prick a rod of steel plunging into her
depths. When I came it was stupendous, my juices spurting
in great jets, filling her with my cream. I held her as
long as I could, then lowered her feet to the ground. We
stood there supporting and caressing each other for long
minutes, then with a laugh we handed each other our skirts.
It's fall, and we're back at school now. I miss the
seclusion and freedom of that cottage where I could dress
up any time I liked with no one around to see me, but being
back in civilization has it's advantages. Anna is teaching
me about makeup and deportment, and I did buy a nice wig
recently. As a computer jock I naturally got on the Web and
have found lots of information about crossdressing. There's
a group in town and who knows, I might just call them up
one of these days.
I always appreciated lace on Anna, but I never knew it
could be such fun on my own body.
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