What a Rush!

He had come to pick me up for the Rush concert and I had answered the door disheveled and still in my robe.  The thought of him made me want to touch myself and I had been thinking of him steadily for about the last 45 minutes.  It had started in the shower and had almost ended in the bedroom.  The doorbell had interrupted me at a crucial moment.  Still burning from a passion I had not been able to extinguish myself, I took his hand and lead him into the bedroom.
With my back still to him, I slipped my robe off my shoulders letting it fall gently to the floor.  I could feel his eyes move over my body...my shapely legs, my firm ass and small waist.  I turned to face him.  My body was still tight from my sexual frustration, my nipples hard and my muscles taunt.  His eyes were filled with desire and I felt his rough calloused hands move around my waist, one moving up between my shoulder blades, pulling me tight and crushing my tits into his chest.  The other moved down the small of my back and over my ass, his middle finger caressing my wet hot cunt, sending shivers up my spine and causing my head to fall back.
I could feel his hard on through his jeans, pressing into my belly.  He covered my mouth with his, his tongue pushing through my teeth, exploring, seeking my tongue as his passion began to build. His mouth moved down over my chin and neck and I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine, hungry for him.
I could feel his heat as his body temperature rose and his heartbeat quickened against my chest.  I pressed my naked body closer.  He moved his other hand down my back, cupping his hands under my ass.  He picked me up and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.  Carrying me the few feet to the bed, his fingers were already inside me, sliding in and out, coaxing the juices to flow freely.  He pulled his finger out and gently circled and put pressure on my clit.
I was already cumming when laid me back on the bed, my back arching, arms stretched above my head as my hands gripped the blankets in a knot.   My legs spread open into a wide v and he brought his mouth down to my pussy, blowing gently on my clit.  I went wild, thrashing my head back and forth and lifting my ass in the air.  His tongue was inside me tasting my orgasm and sending me over the edge. I cried out as my hands came down, gripping his hair as I rode wave after wave of pleasure, cumming over and over again.
I lay dazed and panting on the bed.  His hands were on my hips and he was kissing my belly as I came back to awareness.  He straightened and stood as I sat up on the bed, my legs dropping down to the floor.  I reached for the button on his jeans, anxious to return the favor, but he pulled away.  "Get dressed, pervert," he smiled at me. "We're gonna be late."
The evening was warm and humid and I decided to wear my silk sundress.  The silk was light and smooth on my skin, draping over my hips, the hem brushing my shapely legs at mid thigh. The halter tied behind my neck leaving my back open and bare.  My cunt was still so sensitive from his mouth that I opted to forgo wearing underwear.  I quickly put on my make up and because my long blond hair had dried soft and curly from the heat and humidity, all I needed to do was run my fingers through it quickly letting it fall and brush gently against my the skin on my back.
The night was so beautiful, we decided to take my convertible to the show.  The top was already down and I tossed the keys to him.  I had wasted enough time this week, getting turned around and lost in the city.  I relaxed in the passenger seat as he maneuvered his way expertly through the traffic.  I hadn't noticed how enchanting the city was before...I had been too busy concentrating on the traffic and watching for street signs.   As I enjoyed the beauty of the city against mother natures beautiful backdrop, I let the warm breeze move over my body.  It gently blew the hem of my dress up my thigh and I noticed his eyes move briefly over my legs.  His jaw was clenched but I knew from the huge bulge in his pants that it wasn't anger he was biting back.  His self control was amazing and by the time we arrived, he seemed comfortable and relaxed.
Rush was playing a small venue and the place was packed.  Our floor tickets put us front and center and as we took our place in front of the stage, the house lights came down and Getty, Alex and Neil strode out and took their place behind their instruments.  The crowd went wild behind us as Alex's guitar and Getty's voice screamed out in unison.
I could feel him pressing against me from behind as the excited crowd pressed against him.  I was wearing heels and my ass lined up perfectly with his crotch.  I could feel him getting hard as I swayed my hips back and forth to the music, my arms  above my head. I leaned back against him, and he wrapped his arms around my small waist, his hot breath on my shoulder.  I moved my hips faster, pressing my ass against him, getting turned on by him and by the music.
His hands moved up my body, cupping and fondling my tits.  My hands covered his, helping and encouraging him to squeeze and pinch. I continued to tease him song after song. I knew I was driving him crazy and I was and loving it.  It was turning him on and that was turning me on. 
Suddenly, it happened so fast I'm not even sure how, he had my dress up in the back was inside me.  His strong hands moving my hips to the rhythm of the music as he moved his rock hard and massive cock in and out of my pussy.  I gasped and looked around quickly, thinking everyone must be watching us....but nobody seemed to notice we were fucking in the middle of a concert.  They were all concentrating on the stage.  The music was pounding against me in front as he pounded into me from behind.  I started to relax, my passions getting the better of me and taking over. I got into it, fucking him back.  My cunt squeezing his cock, my hips rolling to his rhythm and my head falling back against his shoulder.  My left hand came back to caress his cheek and stroke his earlobe.  I closed my eyes, riding his dick and the wave of sound while my right hand found his and brought it up to my mouth.  My tongue darted out licking the tip of his finger and moving it over my lips and chin.  I pulled the tip of his finger back into my mouth, sucking and licking as he continued to fuck me.  He moved his other hand under my dress, slipping between my legs from the front and rubbing and pressing my clit. The crowd around us seemed to disappear and it was only me, him and the band. I half opened my eyes and looked to the stage.  Getty and Alex were looking over our heads to the crowd behind us, but Neil's eyes were on me.  I flushed in embarrassment smiling and he winked at me.  He knew exactly what we were doing and he was digging it, putting even more energy into his fills.  I closed my eyes again. forgetting Neil and the rest of the band as I felt my orgasm building.  His teeth found my shoulder and he bit me gently.   It sent me over the edge and I cried out as I felt my pussy spasm around his throbbing cock.  He pushed deeper inside me, his finger applying steady pressure on my clit as he rubbed back and forth. We came together, our juices intermingling in my hot cunt and our cries of passion camouflaged by the cheers of the crowd as the band finished their set.  When he  reluctantly pulled away from me and my dress came back down, we joined the crowd, cheering wildly for the band.  After all, this had been the best fucking concert ever!

Shower Power

I felt like I was finally settling in.  It had been a week since I moved to the San Fransisco and already I had secured a job (I would start next week), and I had a house (in pretty rough shape).  It was a foreclosure, so I really couldn't blame the previous owner for having a going away/trash the house party - apparently that rocked the neighborhood, bringing in the cops and resulting in more than a few arrests.  But thankfully most of the damage was minor...stuff I could do on my own, you know, like patching walls, ripping up the carpets (hardwood underneath!  Score!), and cleaning, lots of cleaning. The only really bad part was the master bath...someone had taken something - like a Louisville slugger, or steel pipe maybe, I don't know - to the tile, all the tile...the floor, the bath, the shower, what a fucking mess!  For that, I was going to have to hire someone to replace it all.  The place was going to take forever to look presentable but I was making some headway in a couple of the rooms.  Patching and painting, area rugs to hide the floors until I had could rent a floor sander.
The yard was small, but as long as there was room for a BBQ and a hammock, and there was, I was okay with it.  I hadn't yet acquired the BBQ nor the hammock, but they would come.
I was excited for tonight.  I had a date and he had floor tickets to the Rush concert...I couldn't quite believe the coincidence.  I had just left Canada, now Canada was coming to me, it was awesome!  I was also looking forward to learning more about the man I was accompanying tonight.  We had met on a secluded beach a week ago...what am I saying?  We had fucked our brains out on a secluded beach a week ago.  Afterward we had exchanged numbers.
I had tried to keep myself busy cleaning all day to distract myself from thinking about him. Every time I found myself thinking of him, I would completely drift off, my hand instinctively dropping to the sweet ache arising in my cunt.  Fuck...it was happening again and I had to get into the shower (in the fucking guest bath) and wash off the grime I had accumulated on myself from cleaning.
I started the shower, turning up the hot water up sending clouds of billowy steam into the shower stall. I peeled off my shorts and tank top.  As I removed my bra and panties my thoughts went once again to him.
Stepping under the water I was thinking about how he had so expertly fondled nibbled and sucked on my tits.  The water running over my head, shoulders, and streaming down my body, rivulets running down around my tits made me think of his rough hands on me.  My hands came up to cup my breasts, taking the nipples in between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, squeezing and pulling gently. Mmmmm, it felt so good under the hot water and what was now a familiar yearning feeling returned to my cunt.  I turned to face the streaming hot water and let it run over my belly, soaking my pussy.
As I teased myself, ignoring the ache in my cunt, I stepped away from the streaming water grabbed the soap and washed my arms and legs.  As I moved the bar of soap up my shapely thigh, my hand brushed against my pussy.  Oh my god, suddenly I was on fire.  My soapy hand couldn't resist returning to my cunt, moving over the silky slippery petals of my cunt lips and sending shock waves rippling from my pussy into my belly.  My hand moved up and down over my cunt in a rhythmic motion, my middle finger darting in and out of my slippery, swollen and throbbing vagina.  I thought of how hot his mouth had felt as he licked, sucked and explored my cunt.  My hand moved faster as my breathing became harder.  My other hand returned to my chest, fondling one tit and flicking, squeezing and pulling my nipple.  I stepped into the water once again and this time when the water hit my pussy, I cried out, letting the orgasm take over my body, pulling me up onto the tips of my toes while I held on to the shower head over my head for support.
Fuck...I was never going to be ready if I didn't stop playing with myself.  I quickly shampooed, conditioned and shaved...his hands were rough, but I wanted to be smooth as silk.  His hands....I was thinking of his hands as I turned off the shower and grabbed for the towel.  As I moved the towel over my body, I was still thinking of his hands...his rough hands.  Sensitive from my orgasm, that familiar ache returned to my cunt with a vengeance.  I was going to have to take care of this with the heavy artillery.
I walked through the house naked to the master bedroom.  The air in the house was cool on my skin after the hot shower and I enjoyed the sensation, my nipples tightening into hard nubs.   In my night table drawer was the farewell present my best friend had given me as a joke before I left.  She had even made sure it had batteries, "In case of an emergency." she had said, grinning.  Well, this was an emergency....I was burning alive!
I laid down on my back on the bed, turning the 8" vibrator on.  I spread my legs open and as I rubbed the cool hard humming instrument against my pussy, it immediately got the juices going, making me wet and slippery.  I let my mind wander back to that secluded beach and I thought of how his cock, thick and hard, pounded me into the sand.  I pushed the vibrator into my cunt, moving it slowing in and out. My breathing became heavier and I started rocking my pelvis as I thought about how his dick had filled me, splitting me in two....I thought about how he had tasted in my mouth and moaning and licking my lips, my breathing quickened even more and I started pumping the vibrating cylinder into my pussy faster. My hips rocked faster as I fucked the vibrator and imagined it was his big throbbing cock.  I was on the verge of crying out again when the doorbell rang.  Switching the vibrator off I tossed it under the bed and grabbed my robe.  My hair was wet and tousled around my head, my face was flushed and my still rock hard nipples were pressing through the thin silk of my robe when I opened the door and saw him there.  The ache returned.  I grabbed in by the hand and pulled him into the house.  " Hi," I said huskily, with a naughty smile, "I was just thinking of you!"

A Day at The Beach

I was on my way to San Fransisco.  In the trunk of the car was the suitcase that held all that I would have until I got myself on my feet.  Behind me was my old life, along with the painful memories.   I was looking forward to starting my new life.  Year round sunshine and beaches had been a dream of mine for as long as I could remember.  I knew I was in for a lot of rainy days as well, but the trade off for the freezing cold winters I was leaving behind was worth it.
Cruising along the California coast with the top down on my older model Chrysler, wind whipping my hair in a halo around my head, I had never felt so free, so alive.  I had decided to take the scenic route through Sausalito and drive along the coast until I joined back up with the Redwood Highway.  The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful...clear blue waters under equally blue skies washing against a sometime sandy, sometime rocky shore.  I was so enamored by the coast that I left Alexandria Ave to take the East Road, just to see some more of the coast before I crossed the Golden Gate Bridge into San Fransisco.
My job interview in San Fransisco was scheduled for the next day, so I could afford to be leisurely in my travels today.  I managed to pick up a sweet deal on a 2 bedroom home in a decent neighborhood in a foreclosure sale.  It sucked that my good fortune was at the expense of someone else's misfortune but I would take the breaks as they came.  I already had the key...it had been sent to me in Alberta before I left, so it didn't matter what time I arrived.  Having come so far with no trouble at all, my confidence was up as I drove along taking in the scenery.  I was just about to take a sip of my coffee, when my eyes returned from the shore to the road to see a huge pothole in the road next to the shoulder.  I cut the wheel hard, avoided the pothole but spilling my coffee all over the front of me...staining my white sleeveless blouse and shorts with ugly brown splotches.  Fuck!  A roadside turnout was just ahead.  Unlike the others I had passed with many cars parked and families stretching their legs and taking pictures, this one was quiet.  Mine was the only car pulled off here.
I put the top back up on the car...locked it up and searched my suitcase in the trunk for something clean to wear.
I noticed an overgrown path leading away from the turnout and assumed it lead through the bushes to the shore.  My intent was to bury myself in the bushes and change out of my coffee stained clothes into the peach tank and daisy dukes I had recovered from the trunk.  As I looked for a good location out of the sight line of the turnout I went further than I had intended.  The brush had been quite thick but I found myself breaking through to find a deserted beach.  The water was throwing thousands of diamond glints into the sky as the waves lapped seductively against the shore.  I was instantly enchanted by the warm soft sand and the cool sparkling water.  It had been a long day of travel, I was hot, sweaty and sticky from the spilled coffee.  I took one more quick glance around the beach to make sure I was alone.  I removed my blouse and shorts.  Wearing only my bra and panties I knelt on the shore as I dipped my clothes into the ocean hoping to remove the stain before it set.  I spread my clothes on the sand up away from the shore and turned back to water.  The water looked just too delicious to resist.  I removed my bra and panties and ran into the ocean, diving under a wave as it broke above me.  I was alone and did not want to be taken deeper into the ocean by a surprise undertow so I stayed close to the shore.  The water had cooled my skin and as I stood up, I felt my skin tighten and my nipples come erect as the sea breeze blew over my naked body.  My long blond hair was dripping water down my back.  I felt turned on and instead of putting my bra and panties back on, I just scooped them up and brought them with me dropping them beside me as I laid down  to let the sun dry my nude body.  The sound of the water lapping against the shore was hypnotic and before I knew it I was dozing off.
I was awakened when the sun's heat disappeared from my body.  Thinking a cloud had covered the sun and it was about time I moved on anyway, I opened my eyes.  Standing over me was a tall, tanned man wearing swimming trunks and dripping with water.  "This is a private beach," he said simply, his eyes taking in my body.  I had quit smoking the year before and had started working out so I wouldn't gain weight.  The working out had made my legs and ass strong and shapely.  My belly was flat and although my tit's were on the smallish side, they had remained high and firm as I grew older.  My arms too were toned and shapely.  I could see in his eyes and in the trunks he was wearing that he liked what he saw.
I was suddenly jolted into action, grabbing my underwear with one hand while the other attempted to cover up.  "I...I...I'm sorry, I'll leave right away," I stammered.  He had turned his head and I took the opportunity to put my bra and panties back on.  I looked down at myself and then saw that he was between me and my clothes, the wet and the dry ones, laying on the beach 15 feet away.
As I walked past him toward my clothes, he slipped his arm around the small of my back and pulled me against his hard, warm chest.  The fingers of his hand were on the back of my neck, stroking softly and pulling my mouth to his lips.  I was completely under his spell as his tongue moved over my lips and across my teeth coaxing my tongue into his warm wet mouth.  His hands moved deftly as he ran one down over and in between my tits, expertly undoing the clasp in front of my bra freeing my tits and sending one breast into his waiting calloused hand, the nipple between his gently squeezing fingers.  The other hand moved down my back and cupped my ass, his finger reaching between my legs and finding my hot moist cunt beneath the soft white lace of my string bikini panties.
My body was on fire.  I didn't know this man, but I couldn't help but respond to him.  My hands moving over his muscular chest and abs, pulling on the band of his trunks and finding his hard and throbbing cock.  His trunks fell to the sand and I fell to my knees, taking him into my mouth.  Licking and sucking, moving up and down along the shaft and tickling the tip of his cock with my tongue.  His breathing was becoming hard and just as I thought he would climax he pulled away from me, pushing me back onto the sand.  He pulled my panties down my legs and when he came back up,  his lips found one nipple as his fingers fondled and squeezed the other.  Sparks were shooting up my spine and I moved my pelvis toward him, my legs entwining with his.  His other hand moved in between my legs, his fingers spreading me open and entering me.  I moaned in abandoned pleasure.  He continued to move his fingers in and out of my wet and hot cunt as his lips and tongue moved down my belly.  When he put his mouth on my pussy, my pelvis moved toward him, I fucked his tongue while my hands held onto his ears, pulling him closer.  His tongue was as expert as his hands and it was not long before the waves of the ocean were forgotten and I was riding the wave of the most powerful orgasm I had had in years.
I was still coming when he pushed his massive and throbbing hard on into me.  My orgasm continued as he pumped himself into me again and again.  I was going insane with pleasure.  I pushed him over and climbed on top of him.  Taking him deeper into me as I swayed and rocked on top of him.  His hands once again found my tits, squeezing and kneading.  My tits responded, becoming fuller and firmer, the nipples hard and erect, begging his mouth and tongue to give them attention.  I started coming again, moaning, and crossing my arms behind my head, leaving my body wide open for his hands.  He used his thumb to rub and put pressure on my clitoris sending my orgasm over the top, causing me to cry out.  He cried out with me as his orgasm took hold and he shot his hot seed into me.  I collapsed beside him in the sand, breathing hard and exhausted.  We laid there in silence, trying to catch our breath.   After a minute or two, he pushed himself on his elbow leaning over me and looking into my eyes.  "Hi." he said. "It is very nice to meet you."  "No, really," I replied with a smile on my face, "the pleasure is mine."  I had a feeling I was going to like San Fransisco!