Geoff and Renee – part 1
He was ready to do something just for himself. Geoff had been pleasing others for a while now. He pleased them at his mom's house or he pleased them at work, now he needed to take care of his own needs. This weekend whatever everyone needed they had better do it themselves cause Geoff did not give a shit and sure as hell wasn't going to be available to them.
He rented a room at the Shutters hotel in Santa Monica, from Friday to Sunday. He told his boss he was going out of town so he would not be called in over the weekend. He told his mother and sisters his job was sending him down to San Diego so they wouldn't bother him either. Geoff packed a bag, threw it in the trunk of his Dodge Magnum and drove away. Geoff just wanted so piece and quiet and maybe a little romance.
Renee was in turmoil as she walked along the sands of Venice beach. After her classes in East L.A., she had hopped into her Toyota Matrix and drove down to the place she felt the most free. Renee loved the ocean and had spent many a joyful day sunning herself on any stretch of beach from Dockweiler to Malibu. Sometimes she and her sister Janet would join with friends and spend the day at Venice, where the buff guys walked around with or with tops or enjoy the carnival like atmosphere of the Santa Monica Pier. However, today was not one of those days. Renee was emotional over how her romantic life was going with guys who just wanted to hit it and split. They always played her and she was tired of it.
Her mom said that she was too trusting and needed to develop a harder shell. Janet would tell her that with her exotic looks, coupled with a innocence she had yet to lose, she looked vulnerable to men and told them too much too soon about her. "Shit!" she thought, "I'm 21 and my love life is already fucked up."
Renee fought back tears, wondering if any man would measure up to her standards. "Fuck it, and fuck men too!" her mind screamed. She continued walking the beach not seeing the people or attractions of the Venice boardwalk.
Geoff had changed clothes as soon as he was settled in his room. After pulling a medium gray muscle t-shirt over his muscular chest, he adjusted it so that it would fall and cover his package. He wore a paid of Lycra bike shorts that came all the way down to the tops of his knees. Though he was slim, he had what girls told him was a killer ass and thighs. His tights were black because he knew if he wore the gray ones, people would stare at his groin all day. He was a closet exhibitionists and he knew it. He loved the way chicks looked at him when he was running. His sunglasses hid his eyes so he was free to look into their faces and follow their eyes. If enough women looked at his crouch, he sometimes ran with an erection. That's why he had the light gray shorts. They we his way of feeling erotic when he ran and he only wore them when doing trail runs. Less traffic on the trails, that way and he could run with his dick hard all day. The pain of his hardness was exquisite!
Making sure his running shoes were well laced, he slipped the little id pack and room key into the hidden pouch in the back of his shorts and left the room. He headed toward the hotel's gym to get the blood flowing before his run. He had planned to run down to near Marina Del Rey and back a distance of about 8 miles round trip. He hoped it was not too crowded when he started to run. He decided that running the beach instead of the sidewalks would be his best choice.
"Wow!" Geoff exclaimed as he set off running south on the beach outside his hotel. A Malibu Barbie was coming toward him in a yellow two-piece that struggled to contain her. Her bronze skin glowed with the sheen of moisture and he immediately felt his nature rise. "Down boy." He said to himself. "We have along way to go." She smiled as he approached and he smiled back. Both knowing that she had peeked his rising package. He shook his head and kept going knowing that if he stopped they both would end up in a compromising position.
The sweat was starting to run freely as he approached the pier near Washington Boulevard. Up ahead she noticed this young woman walking with her head down, shoes in her hands, just taking her time. She was a little thing; no more than five foot two in her bare feet. Slim, her jeans seemed like they were painted on her body. He slowed a bit so he could study her more. There weren't too many people in the area so he didn't feel like he was being conspicuous in checking her out.
Geoff looked intensely at her back as he approached. She couldn't weigh more than a buck o'seven he mused. That little tiny ass would fit perfectly in his big strong hands. He felt is dick getting hard again and press against the silky materiel. Geoff only hoped her front looked as good as her back as he closed the distance.
Renee had resolved to concentrate on her studies at Cal State L.A. and forget about boys for a while. The semester was coming to a close and she wanted to make sure she passed all her classes. Therefore she would not give the men she talked to the time of day let alone let them talk her into doing a horizontal mambo. Sex would have to wait.
Looking up Renee saw two women coming towards her and talking. One of the girls leaned close to the other and said something. The other girl nodded her head and smiled. Both had on swimsuits and for some reason Renee notices their nipples harden. "They can't be talking about me and acting like that." She thought. She turned around and saw this brother with caramel skin walking toward her. His arms and face were running with sweat, he was checking his watch and she couldn't see his eyes behind the wrap around mirrored shades he wore. Her nipples got hard as she stared.
Geoff was pleased to no end to see the effect he had on these three women. The two in the swimsuits were abreast of him and each said hi. Geoff replied to the casually but kept walking. The girl in the jeans had stopped and was looking at him. She was beautiful. Brown skin, hair braided in some places, loose in others. Thin upper lip and a full lower one that begged to be sucked. Nice tits too he thought. They were not too big, definitely not small either. Palm sized with some left over. He notices her flat stomach and pants that pulled in thigh enough to show a small but lovely camel toe. His dick was about to break in his pants.
Renee was breathless as the man approached. He looked good! She noticed the sexy shoulders and just wanted to bite him where they met his neck. Her vagina clenched as she looked at those strong arms with their veins standing out. Nevertheless, the prize she looked for was looking for; trying hard to peek at what was hidden by the length of his t-shirt. "Damn."
At less than five feet away from her, Geoff took a moment to glance at his watch and lift his shirt up to wipe down the sweat of his face. Exposing his black clad prick to her hungry eyes.
"Fuck," she said aloud. "Oh! I'm sorry mister. I didn't mean to say that!" Her embarrassment rose to darken her face.
"No problem with me sweetie. I'm sure you just we startled by something or remembered something you had to do." His smile revealed an even row of white teeth. He stuck out his hand and said, "My name is Geoff."
"Renee" she replied and took his hand in hers. The both felt the spark electricity. He glanced down at her hardened nipples, twin pebbles denting the front of her tank top. She glanced at his chest and inwardly laughed at the sight of his nipples hard against the light gray top. The middle of his shirt was darkened by sweat and rivers ran down his arms, face and neck, but to Renee, he did not smell bad. Her nostrils flared as she assimilated his scent and filed it away.
