Beach pt2
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As I walk over, you stand up and move towards me, now I can see what you are wearing, a sight more than the day before but again all I can say to my self is "WOW".
The black dress you are wearing is so figure hugging it seems you must have been poured into it. The plunging lace neckline revealing a very voluptuous cleavage, enhanced by, again, a simple but classic necklace. The dress clings to the roundness of your hips and hugs your thighs down to just above the knee. You are wearing black nylon, tights or stockings, I'm not sure but the outfit is finished of with a pair of black patent high heels with a delicate strap around the ankle.
"It's Steve isn't?" You ask. "Yeah, 'er yes, yes it is" I stammer, feeling myself blush in the dim light. You remembered my name. Your smile puts me at ease as I reach for your outstretched hand. Do I shake it, or do I kiss the back gently. I take it and you tilt the back of it towards me. I lift it up and kiss the back, as I do I can smell your scent, sweet and floral, but not overpowering.
We order drinks and look at the menu. I can't help but keep glancing at you. Every now and then we make eye contact, you facing lighting up the dark room.
"Did you enjoy yesterday at the beach?" You ask , your lips turning up at the corners into a devilish grin. "Silly question" I reply. You smile and lean in to me, "I couldn't believe how much spunk that last guy shot into me" you whisper " it was still running out of me this morning when I woke up" "Was it" I said knowing full well how much cum Mr Huge had emptied into you.
The table we were sat at was small and round but in like an alcove where the seats curved round. As we made small talk you moved closer and closer to me, leaning in a little further each time to talk in hushed tones. Each time you leaned in to speak I couldn't help but notice your cleavage. I know I had massaged lotion into your swollen breasts the day before, but looking down the front of your dress, seeing the two round orbs of delicate pale flesh turned me on more. I'm sure, even in the dim light I could see the darkness of your areola, then I remembered the note "NO UNDERWEAR".
We ordered drinks and our food. As we carried on talking, every now and then you would place your hand on my thigh. I'm pretty sure it got closer and closer to my crotch each time.
You were making my cock harden with every touch. The waiter bought our drinks, a white wine for you and a small bottle of Perroni for me, then our food. As we ate, you leaned and whispered to me "I'm still feeling horny after yesterday, will you help me out again?" I felt a little deflated, I was hoping it would be my turn this time, but how could I say no? I couldn't tell you how many times in the last 24 hours I had had to release my cock and satisfy myself after what I had seen and done the previous day. "Of course" I replied. "What do you want?" "That Perroni bottle for a start" you reply. You push the table away from us slightly. You look around and see the other diners carrying on normally. You lift the hem of your dress to reveal the dark band of stocking tops before the creamy white of your thighs. As the note had suggested, you were not wearing underwear, you took my hand and immediately pushed it against your pussy. Because of the angle of my hand, two fingers slipped straight into a very wet cunt. "You really are turned on aren't you" I said. "shut up and use the bottle" you hissed back, gripping my arm as you push my hand against yourself. I get the empty bottle and start to move it towards your wet cunt. "Not the small end" you gasp. I turn the bottle upside down and push the bottom towards you, you let out a soft moan as the base starts to disappear inside you. I am holding the neck of the bottle as I move it in and out of your hole. Looking around, no one is looking. I move the bottle faster and faster, as I feel your juices run down the green glass and onto my hand. Every time I push the bottle in, you bear down harder and with every outward stroke you move down the seat, not wanting the bottle to escape the grip of your cunt. After about 10 or 12 strokes you let out a moan as you cum. The waiter comes over, you push my hand away and pull your dress down as he approaches, but I don't have the bottle, it's still embedded in your wet cunt. "Is everything OK Sir, Madam", the waiter asks. "Just fine thank you" you reply with a grin on your face. "Have you finished?"he asks. "Oh no, not yet" you reply smiling.
"Let's get out of here" you whisper in my ear. "What about the bottle" I ask, "it's fine where it is...for now" you say.
I pay the bill and we walk out into the car park. One of the waiters comes running across to us. "Excuse me Sir, Madam, we have a strict policy about taking glass bottles into the car park for safety reasons. I didn't see yours at the table when I cleared it. Do you still have it?" He says. "Yes" you say, "would you like is back?" "If you don't mind says the waiter" "then take it" you say, leaning against the car and lifting your dress.
The waiter couldn't believe his eyes. He looks at me as if asking permission. "Knock yourself out" I say, resigning myself to the fact that this cock hungry slut is leaving me out again. The waiter grabs hold of the bottle neck and starts to pull it out, you moan. He looks and me again, all I can do is shrug my shoulders. He pulls out half the bottle then slides it back into your stretched cunt, almost all of the green glass bottle is now being devoured by your hungry pussy. In and out, in and out and as the waiter does so, he twists and tilts the bottle making you moan even more.
You are about to reach the point of orgasm, you grip the waiter by the arms. "Fuck me with that bottle. Shove it up my hole and make me cum" you moan. "Harder you bastard, fuck this whore harder" I am so turned on by watching this guy ram a bottle into your pussy. You start to moan, a deep growl as you breath comes in short shaft movements. The growl gets louder until you scream out loud as both the waiter and the bottle take you over the edge.
"Is everything OK?" We all look across the car park. A couple from the restaurant were running over to us. "We heard the screaming, are you alright" said the man, before he stumbled to a halt with his partner close behind. I guess they must have thought you were being attacked, but the sight they saw, you with your dress up around your waist with a waiter wanking you off with a bottle as you lean over the car bonnet and me stood doe eyed watching, obviously proved them wrong.
"Wow" said the guys partner, a slim woman in I would say her early to late 40's. "Fuck me!" said the guy himself. "No" you said, "you can fuck me, if your wife doesn't mind" "Go for it" the woman said, "I'll take care of this young man" she said as she moved towards the waiter. Taking the bottle neck from his hand he started fucking you with it again, before pulling it out for one last time, while with her other hand she rubbed hard against the crotch of the waiters trousers.
The black dress you are wearing is so figure hugging it seems you must have been poured into it. The plunging lace neckline revealing a very voluptuous cleavage, enhanced by, again, a simple but classic necklace. The dress clings to the roundness of your hips and hugs your thighs down to just above the knee. You are wearing black nylon, tights or stockings, I'm not sure but the outfit is finished of with a pair of black patent high heels with a delicate strap around the ankle.
"It's Steve isn't?" You ask. "Yeah, 'er yes, yes it is" I stammer, feeling myself blush in the dim light. You remembered my name. Your smile puts me at ease as I reach for your outstretched hand. Do I shake it, or do I kiss the back gently. I take it and you tilt the back of it towards me. I lift it up and kiss the back, as I do I can smell your scent, sweet and floral, but not overpowering.
We order drinks and look at the menu. I can't help but keep glancing at you. Every now and then we make eye contact, you facing lighting up the dark room.
"Did you enjoy yesterday at the beach?" You ask , your lips turning up at the corners into a devilish grin. "Silly question" I reply. You smile and lean in to me, "I couldn't believe how much spunk that last guy shot into me" you whisper " it was still running out of me this morning when I woke up" "Was it" I said knowing full well how much cum Mr Huge had emptied into you.
The table we were sat at was small and round but in like an alcove where the seats curved round. As we made small talk you moved closer and closer to me, leaning in a little further each time to talk in hushed tones. Each time you leaned in to speak I couldn't help but notice your cleavage. I know I had massaged lotion into your swollen breasts the day before, but looking down the front of your dress, seeing the two round orbs of delicate pale flesh turned me on more. I'm sure, even in the dim light I could see the darkness of your areola, then I remembered the note "NO UNDERWEAR".
We ordered drinks and our food. As we carried on talking, every now and then you would place your hand on my thigh. I'm pretty sure it got closer and closer to my crotch each time.
You were making my cock harden with every touch. The waiter bought our drinks, a white wine for you and a small bottle of Perroni for me, then our food. As we ate, you leaned and whispered to me "I'm still feeling horny after yesterday, will you help me out again?" I felt a little deflated, I was hoping it would be my turn this time, but how could I say no? I couldn't tell you how many times in the last 24 hours I had had to release my cock and satisfy myself after what I had seen and done the previous day. "Of course" I replied. "What do you want?" "That Perroni bottle for a start" you reply. You push the table away from us slightly. You look around and see the other diners carrying on normally. You lift the hem of your dress to reveal the dark band of stocking tops before the creamy white of your thighs. As the note had suggested, you were not wearing underwear, you took my hand and immediately pushed it against your pussy. Because of the angle of my hand, two fingers slipped straight into a very wet cunt. "You really are turned on aren't you" I said. "shut up and use the bottle" you hissed back, gripping my arm as you push my hand against yourself. I get the empty bottle and start to move it towards your wet cunt. "Not the small end" you gasp. I turn the bottle upside down and push the bottom towards you, you let out a soft moan as the base starts to disappear inside you. I am holding the neck of the bottle as I move it in and out of your hole. Looking around, no one is looking. I move the bottle faster and faster, as I feel your juices run down the green glass and onto my hand. Every time I push the bottle in, you bear down harder and with every outward stroke you move down the seat, not wanting the bottle to escape the grip of your cunt. After about 10 or 12 strokes you let out a moan as you cum. The waiter comes over, you push my hand away and pull your dress down as he approaches, but I don't have the bottle, it's still embedded in your wet cunt. "Is everything OK Sir, Madam", the waiter asks. "Just fine thank you" you reply with a grin on your face. "Have you finished?"he asks. "Oh no, not yet" you reply smiling.
"Let's get out of here" you whisper in my ear. "What about the bottle" I ask, "it's fine where it is...for now" you say.
I pay the bill and we walk out into the car park. One of the waiters comes running across to us. "Excuse me Sir, Madam, we have a strict policy about taking glass bottles into the car park for safety reasons. I didn't see yours at the table when I cleared it. Do you still have it?" He says. "Yes" you say, "would you like is back?" "If you don't mind says the waiter" "then take it" you say, leaning against the car and lifting your dress.
The waiter couldn't believe his eyes. He looks at me as if asking permission. "Knock yourself out" I say, resigning myself to the fact that this cock hungry slut is leaving me out again. The waiter grabs hold of the bottle neck and starts to pull it out, you moan. He looks and me again, all I can do is shrug my shoulders. He pulls out half the bottle then slides it back into your stretched cunt, almost all of the green glass bottle is now being devoured by your hungry pussy. In and out, in and out and as the waiter does so, he twists and tilts the bottle making you moan even more.
You are about to reach the point of orgasm, you grip the waiter by the arms. "Fuck me with that bottle. Shove it up my hole and make me cum" you moan. "Harder you bastard, fuck this whore harder" I am so turned on by watching this guy ram a bottle into your pussy. You start to moan, a deep growl as you breath comes in short shaft movements. The growl gets louder until you scream out loud as both the waiter and the bottle take you over the edge.
"Is everything OK?" We all look across the car park. A couple from the restaurant were running over to us. "We heard the screaming, are you alright" said the man, before he stumbled to a halt with his partner close behind. I guess they must have thought you were being attacked, but the sight they saw, you with your dress up around your waist with a waiter wanking you off with a bottle as you lean over the car bonnet and me stood doe eyed watching, obviously proved them wrong.
"Wow" said the guys partner, a slim woman in I would say her early to late 40's. "Fuck me!" said the guy himself. "No" you said, "you can fuck me, if your wife doesn't mind" "Go for it" the woman said, "I'll take care of this young man" she said as she moved towards the waiter. Taking the bottle neck from his hand he started fucking you with it again, before pulling it out for one last time, while with her other hand she rubbed hard against the crotch of the waiters trousers.
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