Beach Party - Fellated by Hostess - Sex on the Beach - Ronnie tells Alice a Story - Ronnie and Alice bring each other needed release - Eavesdropping on Sordid Story - Fucking Morgan
It turned out that Alice couldn't make it to Hilton Head. Alice told me her mother had flatly refused to allow her to go off on such short notice. But Alice had not given up on joining me at the ocean, and confided to me that she intended to keep badgering her parents to let her go. "After all, I'm a high school graduate and soon to be freshman at Georgia State. I should be able to off on my own if I want too." She finished with a whine in her voice.
I didn't think much of her chances of joining me, and we had a quick fuck in the backseat after which she pleaded with me to "Get hard again and put it up my ass."
I left her a block from her house, begging for another fuck-"Anyplace at all!"
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The following morning I set out for Hilton Head. In point of time it's less than an hour. But I got lost, driving there on my own for the first time. Now if you've never been to that part of the country, Hilton Head is an island of the same name in the low country of South Carolina. It has about 12 miles of beachfront on the Atlantic Ocean. Over 2 million visitors flock there each year to play golf and or tennis and several fine uncrowded beaches.
What I like about the island is that the town enforces an ordinance which minimizes the impact of development and governs the style of buildings and how they are situated amongst existing trees. As a result, one can enjoy an unusual amount of tree cover relative to the amount of development. There are several communities as well as upscale hotels; in other words, there's something for everyone.
I pulled into our driveway and got out of the car and stretched. A lush curtain of banana trees, birds of paradise and canna plants hid the wall on one side of the driveway baffling the pool equipment.
Looking directly at the front of the house, rice paper plants almost obscured the entrance to the front door. The oleanders were in full bloom all around me and the air was filled with a variety of pungent fragrances. I imagine if people were to stay away from the Island for twenty years or so, it would revert to a jungle-like condition, covering everything man-made with greenery. That was both a pleasant and unpleasant thought at the same time.
I unloaded my bags from the car, brought them inside and made myself a drink-gin and tonic from the liquor cabinet (left unlocked) and after checking that nothing unusual had occurred during the families absence, sat down to relax.
Less than an hour later, I had showered, shaved and wanting to make a good impression, paid special attention to my clothing and changed into light weight slacks, new Tee-shirt.and loafers without socks then headed out to see what was going on at the beach.
There was loud music blaring from the house two doors from mine. I paused to listen to the music, and as luck would have it, ran into Milton Bradley, who had been sweet on my sister, Maureen a couple of summers before. After asking about her, he happened to mention the party going on and invited me in.
Needless to say, I accepted.
By my second beer, (with three being my absolute limit) I had met a couple of cute prospects, but forgot all about them when a well put together blonde sat down across the room.
She was probably ten years older than me and not as pretty as the other girls but she had a body that electrified me. First there were the melons she carried as breasts, and then there were those gorgeous legs-legs that adjoined a magnificent ass. And while one wouldn't say she was thin, I doubted that she carried any extra weight other than those big boobs on her chest.
Instant hardon.
Perhaps some background is in order. The blonde's name was Virginia, and she and her husband, Rodney were hosting the party. Rodney, or Rod as he preferred being called, was a nice enough lug, and commanded plenty of respect, unlike his namesake Rodney Dangerfield. Rod was the heir to the Garner millions, but here on Hilton Head you wouldn't know it. I mean his home was smaller than mine, or I should say, my families.
They had arrived the day before and after stocking up on the necessary goodies had called everyone they knew, told them to bring a friend or two and thrown the party.
It appeared that the party had been underway for a couple hours when I arrived. No one challenged me and I enter in and out of a couple conversations before spying the hostess with the mostess.
As I made my way over to Virginia, I heard her shout, "Here goes number five!" A moment later, she downed a shot of bourbon. I had yet to learn who she was, and of course had no idea she was married, or who her husband was, nor did I care. I was eighteen and thought I had brass balls.
I was about five feet away from her and saw that she was feeling the effects of the shots she had downed, when she turned toward me with a devilish grin and walked toward me, and then past me to a tall, handsome guy who was also somewhat inebriated and asked him to go upstairs with her.
When he mumbled, "Maybe later," all my senses went on full alert. Who was he? Besides being out of his mind, that is. It took me a full minute to put them together as husband and wife. By then I had followed Virginia at a discrete distance as she left the room and stepped outside to the patio.
It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full moon hanging in the sky. The moonbeams sparkled off the ocean in the distance. When she reached the railing, Virginia noticed my shadow off to the side, but as she told me later, she was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband's Georgie's drunken friends.
"Hello," I said.
She turned quickly at the strange voice. "Hello yourself," she said. "I don't believe we've met."
"We haven't, I'm a friend of Milt Bradley. He, um, invited me in. I hope I'm not intruding."
Virginia smiled at me, and I nearly melted. Well, not exactly, my erection was sticking out like a telephone pole being put in a hole. "Milton's nice... are you?"
I nodded, having lost my voice momentarily.
When I found it I managed, "It's a lovely night."
"Yes, it is," she replied somewhat forlornly. "If only..."
"If only? I said wanting to keep the conversation going where ever it led.
Virginia tilted her head back, and parted her lips for a kiss. I brought my mouth to hers and gently brushed my lips over hers.
She gave a soft moan and sent her tongue into my mouth. My hands went to her breasts as we continued the kiss.
Admittedly I was clumsy in my groping at her breasts and when she broke the kiss and attempted to move away I almost ripped her expensive dress trying to get a hand inside to touch her flesh.
"Don't..." She said, but pulled me back and kissed me again.
Breaking off the kiss again, she gasped, "I love the way you touch me. Your fingertips feel like they're on fire."
Her words set me on fire. I tugged at the dress, got it down past her shoulders and dipped my hand inside the lacey cups of her bra. I was caressing the underside of her breast when I heard the tear-I had torn her bra apart. The round curves and
softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air.
"I'm so sorry..." I said.
"Don't be, it's been a while since anyone's torn anything off me. I kind of missed it," she said slurring her words slightly.
"I want it, sugar, and if you play your cards right, you're gonna want it too."
"You're a very desirable woman, "I said my voice much huskier than usual. I pinched her already hardened nipples while my lips moved back to hers in a long, sloppy kiss.
Virginia moaned her hunger into my open mouth. I dropped my hands and seized the undulating cheeks of her firm ass. Breaking our kiss, she pressed her hands against my chest, and stepped back a bit.
My heart skipped a beat when she reached out to open my slacks. With lust in her eyes, Virginia quickly unzipped the fly and pushed slacks and underwear down to my ankles. Dropping to her knees in front of me, Virginia teasingly licked and kissed her way slowly up my thighs. I found myself holding my breath and gritting my teeth when her lips parted, and she encircled the crown of my cock with them.
