The Free Spirit

The Free Spirit

Lisa is what people used to call a free spirit. She literally marches to her own drum. She is also disarmingly honest in every way. If she is thinking something, there is a good chance you'll hear it. She once was on a date and she asked the fellow she was having dinner with if he liked sex. He was so caught off guard he didn't know what to say. "I guess," he stammered.

"So, you're not sure?" she asked openly. "Sometimes you don't?"

"No, I always do," he said. "Sometimes it is better than others."

"When was the best time?" she asked casually.

"You don't mess around with chit chat, do you," Tom said. "Well, I guess that would be Karen," he said.

"What did she do that you liked?" Lisa asked.

"Boy," he said. "You get right to the point, don't you? Tell you what," he said, trying to get some of the control of the conversation back, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours. You want to know mine, then what's yours?"

"That would be cowgirl, but I like oral," she said without a moments hesitation. "My best? That would be Mario,"she said candidly. "He is a sweetheart, and he is as sexy as a ten inch dildo."

"Well, I guess mine is oral, too," he said, blushing slightly. "I like it all," he confided, "and my ex-girlfriend, Karen, was best at it, I guess."

Lisa looked at him with interest. "And what did Karen do?" she asked.

"That is a little personal, but, well, she was uninhibited, I guess," he said.

"So, she'd swallow, right?" Lisa said.

"Yeah, among other things," he said.

"So why aren't you with Karen anymore?" she asked. "She find someone she like better?"

His face reddened. "That's right. She found Julian," Tom said.

"I wonder if they have good sex," she said.

"Undoubtedly," Tom conceded, feeling the sting of the loss. "At least Julian does. Were you with Mario?" he asked.

"Only when I wanted a good fuck," she said frankly. "I don't believe in putting all my eggs in one basket," she said, "or all my effort in one man. I am not what you'd call a 'one man woman,'" she said. "I also don't believe in wearing clothes if you don't have to. Do you like being naked?"

"Well, I am usually only naked when I am having sex," he said, "or showering, but I am not against it. It sounds interesting," he added.

"It is 'interesting' to be out of your clothes on a warm beach with other like minded people," she said, only slightly mocking his comment and using the word interesting. "I am going to a nude beach tomorrow. Want to come?" she asked with a smile.

"Tomorrow is my day off, so okay, sure," he said.

"Maybe we can have sex," she said casually.

He was totally stopped by that. He smiled. "That could be very 'interesting.'"

"I hope so," Lisa said. "For both of us."

The next day Lisa picked up Tom at his apartment at ten in the morning. She was wearing sandals, a tank top with no bra, and short shorts that revealed almost more than the law allows. They were so loose that Tom could barely keep his eyes on things other than her thighs and midriff. "We will be naked in just a few minutes," she said, noticing his discomfort. "Have you never been to a nude beach?" she asked bluntly. He simply shook his head. "Just pretend you are in a locker room and you are about to take a shower. I have plenty of sunscreen, so don't worry about that." He didn't tell her that was the last thing he was worried about. As nervous as he was, he was also very excited to be going to a nude beach with a gorgeous and free spirited woman.

When she pulled into the dirt parking lot, there were five cars already there. The trail went off to the left and she put her backpack chair on her back, lifted the bag out of the trunk, then motioned with her head for him to follow and started up the trail. When they got to the beach she headed north along the waterline for two hundred yards, then she turned toward the cliff and put her stuff down by a large rock near the bluff.

Tom put his towel down next her and followed her lead by stripping out of his clothes, slowly, keeping an eye on her naked progress. She was nude almost instantaneously since she only wore the brief shorts and a tank top. She began applying sunscreen and offered him the tube when she finished. After he covered as much of himself as he could reach, she offered to do his back if he would return the favor.

Of course he would let her put her hands on his naked skin and would love to have the chance to rub cream across her lovely naked and very appealing body. When they were adequately protected from the sun, they sat on their towels and stretched out on their backs.

"Are we liable to have sex?" she asked, typically straightforward, not showing any hesitation or embarrassment.

He looked around, as if for help. "Ah, I don't know," he said. "What do you think?"

"You play your cards right," she said with a grin.

They sunned, played frisbee, surfed, and chatted. "Are you from California?" she asked.

"Grew up in Arizona," he said, "but I moved here after college. When I got my job with Cisco Systems I moved to San Diego. You?"

"Born in Pacific Beach," she said. "Went to UCSD and started working for the school in the administration department. I've been for four years," she said, shading her eyes from the sun.

"Have you ever been in a longterm relationship?" he asked.

"Longer than a week?" she asked.

"So no, right?"

"I don't believe in limiting myself," she said. "Would you want to take a walk? Walks can get 'interesting.'" She smiled and it was loaded with possibilities. "Bring a towel," she said. "We will go in the dunes."

Dutifully, he picked up a towel and followed her down the beach. He felt a little like a puppy dog and hurried to catch up. As they started off for the dunes she turned and smiled. "Often you can find great things in the dunes, like privacy," she said, motioning him to follow.

They entered the dunes and walked for awhile side by side. Finally, she found a spot and asked him to put down the towel. Once there was a spot she sat down and reached for his hand. "Would you like sex with me?" she asked bluntly.

Stumped for words he simply nodded. He was used to being the instigator of sex, but with Lisa things were turned around. "Are you a good kisser?" she asked openly.

"I guess you have to find that out for yourself," Tom said. She smiled and motioned for him to sit down next to her, which he did without hesitating. She put her hands on each side of his face and kissed him softly, holding the kiss for nearly a minute.

"You are," she said, finally breaking the kiss. Then she leaned in and kissed him again, this time sharing her tongue and sucking on his. As they kissed he put his hand under her boob and cupped it in his palm. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb and with the other hand reached between her bare legs. He was just a bit intimidated about being seen, just not enough to stop, however.

She eased back on her towel and pulled him down to her. When he was on top of her she twisted over until she was on top of him and straddling his hips, one knee on each side of his body. "I like cowgirl. Do you?" she asked from on top of the man between her knees.

"Whatever is your pleasure," he said as if it made no difference to him whether he fucked from below or from on top, which I am sure it didn't. She began to bounce over him, pushing his now hard cock into her pussy, deep and slow, but picking up speed gradually. Finally she was jumping up and down on him so fast she was practically a blur.

He put his hands on her hips to steady her and she bent forward allowing him deeper access, still plunging him all the way to the the hilt. Their bodies matched one another's rhythm, slapping together in a wild cadence of two lovers fucking feverishly, caring about only their mutual pleasure.

His face was twisted into a mask of ecstasy and concentration, and her eyes were tightly closed and her mouth slightly open. When her orgasm exploded from her her voice echoed through the dunes like crashing waves.

"Oh, God," she yelled bouncing over him with an intensity that shook his body as she bounded up and down on his frame.

She leaned forward over his body as she came, her voice deep and hoarse with arousal. When she had finished coming she kept her splayed pussy over him, moving it slowly back and forth over his now flaccid cock.

As he relaxed beneath her, she scooted up until her sloppy pussy was over his mouth, then she pushed down until her wet pussy lips were against his lips. She moved it back and forth a few times, letting him taste her and wiping her slippery pussy lips over his. "You like the taste of pussy?" she asked.

"Uh huh," is all he said, trying to suck her lips into his mouth as they moved across his mouth.

"I like a man who likes good eating," she said. Lisa held still so he could suck her puffy lips into his mouth. She moaned when he sucked her petals between his lips, running his tongue the length of her slit, lapping her juice like a cat at its dish.

"You like that, do you?" she asked.

"Uh huh," he said again, his mouth still covering her pussy.

"Eat me, baby," she said, again starting to move her hips back and forth, sliding her pussy across his face. "I haven't met a man yet who doesn't like the taste of my pussy. I call her Rosie. Do you like Rosie?"

"I love Rosie," he said.

"Well, maybe you can eat Rosie again some time," she told him.

Finally he finished eating her and she stepped off of him. He sat up. She kissed him, said he tasted like her pussy, and she smiled. Lisa stood up, gathered her things, and started up the trail. He quickly picked up his stuff and followed. When they got to her car she opened the trunk, put everything inside, and unlocked her door.

Tom stood at the passenger door, waiting for her to open his door. She rolled down his window. "I suppose you want to go to your house?" He nodded, hoping she would ask him to come to hers. "I told you that I am not a one-man woman," she said. He nodded.

"There won't be many trips like this to the beach," she said. "You are a good lover," she said. "You fuck good and eat pussy well. I hope you find some girl who only wants one man, or at least only a few," she said with a chuckle.

They rode in silence until they got to his apartment. "I enjoyed our day at the beach," she said putting her hand on his forearm. "Maybe we can do it again someday," she said, but he understood there was little chance. She was not a one-man woman, he understood that, and he knew someone else would be under her in the dunes.

As he watched Lisa drive away, he saw her car turn the corner and disappear around the bend. He watched it for as long as he could, then she was gone and he figured out of his life. He thought back to his time in the dunes with a genuine free spirit. He smiled to himself as he shut the door and went back to his life before her. He wondered who would be the lucky guy in the dunes next week. Whoever it was, he knew he would have a wonderful day.