There is something magical about Southern California in June. The flowers seem brighter and weather is perfect. No wonder this part of the world is known as a gold coast. In the morning you wake up to humidity free 65 to 70 degree weather, a perfect temperature to go for a three mile run along the Pacific Coast Highway. Along the way you pass the most magnificent sights of the Pacific Ocean and athletic bodies of fellow runners. Women in their sports bras whose sole purpose is to insure the best possible view of breasts perfectly firm and glistening with sweat, to men in their running shorts that assure that a girl gets a perfect view of his manly attributes. The run is both exhilarating and erotic. As you move and watch you become aware of every muscle in your body responding to the visual stimulation. Therefore, it is no wonder that girl would like a taste of what she sees, especially when the said girl is alone and in constant need of a new sexual adventure.
Although strictly heterosexual, male cock providing a very nice stimulation in all the right places, she was also restricted by her conservative upbringing where looking at someone of your own sex was strictly taboo. You simply did not look at other women as a sexy turn on, yet she always found something enticing about the way women looked, smelled and felt, the softness of their skin, the swell of their breasts as they thrust upwards by pushup bras. It seemed they beckoned her to take a taste. Then there were lips, so plump as if begging to be kissed. When she was a child she took pleasure in kissing her younger cousin, who in her naiveté of being only a year younger, did not realize the violation she was subjected to. Now, she was a grown woman on her own in a magical place where anything could be possible.
It did not start out as breaking a sacred taboo. All she knew was that she was alone and was craving satisfaction that women feel when their partner is not around. It was his fault that she was now alone and very horny. He chose not to come with her, so all was fair. She set out to find a companion who would give her necessary relief that her own hand could not provide. Masturbation was fun, but at the end of it she felt even more aroused than before she started. She knew her body, knew where to touch for ultimate pleasure, but it was never the same. She knew she needed strength of a good strong cock to make her complete and help her relax. So she did what any industrious woman who wants a good fuck did, she placed an ad, on a well-known website, for a men who will be willing to entertain her during her stay in California and what man could resist a one night stand with no strings attached, no drama, just pure sex. She got many responses, but just like in everything else many of those responses where just talk. She never could understand the attraction some people had with cybersex. After all you still masturbated and still were left unsatisfied and on top of that you had to stimulate the guy on the other end. Hell, as far as she was concerned, what these cybersex people were looking for was a cheap phone sex, definitely not her thing.
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