Chapter 3: The Cool Beach

I needed water. I needed it bad. After the encounter with HIM, I desperately needed to dive into some cold water to bring myself back down to earth. I not only felt hot, but I think I was in heat.

I collapsed into the lake as though I had just run across the Sahara Desert, and it was my first sight of water in a week. I ran down the beach, stumbled out of my sandals, and haphazardly dropped my towel and bag onto the sand. I ran in without looking, never bothering to look around to see if anyone might be watching. The inhibitions about my new bikini left me. My only thought was of HIM and the waiting water.

I ran in up to my knees, and then I dropped in face forward like I was still a little girl. The shock of the cold water felt refreshing against the hot skin of my body and the heated beating of my heart. And not only that, but I'm shameful to admit that I could even feel it radiating out from my sex. I found myself horny as hell, probably the horniest I had ever felt in my life-or at least the horniest without actually in the process of receiving intercourse.

Memories of my second boyfriend flooded back into my mind. At the end of my little cock-teasing game, after maybe a half-dozen journeys to the edge, I finally let him do it. And did he ever do it! The guy squirted and sprayed like an erupting oil well. I discovered if you make a guy wait awhile and tease him for a few minutes, in the end he will cumm a lot more. It was one of the important lessons I had learned about sex.

I've played the game many times since then and have enjoyed it every time. There's something about an erupting cock that I find really exhilarating. And if only I had stayed to play with HIM, I could have witnessed it one more time.

I felt a desire to slip my fingers down inside my panties as I thought about the sight of him squirting, until I saw the others...

Coming along the beach, not very far away, a couple strolled hand-in-hand as though they were on their honeymoon. My inhibitions returned as they walked towards me, making me remember my bikini.

"Hi," the man waved when he got close. His girlfriend also waived but remained silent.

"Hi," I returned the greeting, kneeling in the soft sand to keep my big boobs from his sight.

The sight of the two of them made me think about HIM again. I imagined just the two of us, the big man and me, walking along the shore just like this a couple. I fantasized his hand in my own, but then I glanced over to see him naked and hard, his huge member sticking up nearly a foot into the air.

I think I swam a hundred yards along the beach until I calmed back down enough to keep my hands out of my panties. My muscles ached and my body felt as though it had just run a marathon by the time I again walked upon dry land. By the look of my wrinkled fingers, I think it had been close to a half hour.

The bright sun made it unnecessary to dry off. By the time I made it back to my belongings, sweat had replaced the water. I rubbed on sunscreen and then lay down to enjoy myself-or at least I tried to. HE refused to leave my mind. His image remained, especially that of his cock. As I put on the sunscreen, I dreamed what it would feel like for his big hands to rub it onto me instead. And as I lay down to enjoy the burning rays of the sun, I couldn't help but think what it would be like for HIM to lay down on top of me.

I found myself getting curious about what he was doing now. He certainly had to be finished with what he first set out to do. I figured he hurriedly continued just after I left while the picture of my sparsely clad body remained fresh in his mind. The thought of it should have made me feel queasy, but instead I felt-I have to admit- it actually made me feel a little proud. I couldn't help but picture him standing up against the tree with his eyes closed, stroking himself with my picture on his mind.

Images of his pistoning hand kept playing in my own mind. It was just so big, so huge. Trying to think about it in more detail, I realized his hand covered only about half the length of his shaft. And then I couldn't help but imagine my own hand in his place. My smaller hand could only cover perhaps one-third his length. If I ever got to stroke on anything of such size, my hand would indeed get quite an exercise.

Then the naughty thought of him doing it formed in my mind again. I wondered what it would be like to watch him when he finally did cumm. With such a long length and with such obviously big balls, I knew it had to look terrific. I imagined his cock throbbing, pulsating, and then shooting out a huge load of sperm. And then it would do it again, and then again. Instead of spurting two or three times like an ordinary man, I imagined him shooting it a dozen times before he finished. One of my girlfriends jokingly told me that long men could shoot a longer distance. It had something to do with a longer barrel. I thought it a joke at the time, but now I found myself wondering if this was true. I wanted to find out for myself and cursed myself for not staying to watch, even though I knew it would have been so slutty, so wrong.

It was then when I saw him again; or rather, I first heard him.

"Hello," I recognized the voice before he appeared. "Feeling a little more relaxed now?"

He crept up from behind while I lay with my back against the towel, eyes closed, dreaming of HIM. For a brief moment, I thought his voice might have been part of some amazingly vivid dream, but then I quickly came back to the real world. I sat up and turned, looking at him as he looked back at me.

He wore cloths, but still did not wear many. He stood a few feet away in a Speedo bikini. In the center, a large budge poked out, limp but still substantial. I found myself wanting to question if he still wore the harness, but of course he did not. The bulge didn't poke out that far!

"Sorry if I scarred you back in the forest," He spoke apagogically. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for causing you any fright. I didn't mean to, you know. I thought the place was deserted, but you just happened to walk by at the wrong time."

He kneeled and held out his hand to me.

"That's all right," I took it, not knowing what to say in reply. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you too. I guess we were both just caught in the wrong place at the wrong time."

His hand felt hard and calloused. I couldn't help but realize this was the same hand that had just been beating his meat.

"Don't worry about me," He let out a big smile. "You didn't much embarrass me much at all. I work as an exotic dancer so I'm actually kind-of used to it ... just not quite to that extent."

I turned away out of embarrassment, thinking about him performing as an exotic dancer, gyrating his hips in the buff, naked, up on a stage, and with a hundred screaming women all around. I am sure HE would be the main attraction of any show. I found myself tempted to ask where he worked. I wanted to go to take a look for myself.

"Listen," He spoke with a lot more calm than I felt inside. "The choice is up to you. I can leave and go back to the public beach if you want, but I would really like to stay awhile and talk. It's not every day some gal comes by and catches me jerking off."

I continued to turn away, not knowing what to say. I didn't want to appear like I was some kind of slut, but at the same time I did not want him to leave.

He stood without saying more and started to walk away. I looked up to see his tight ass facing me; an ass only half covered by his tiny Speedo bikini, again making me wonder what it would be like to spank him.

"No, stop," I heard myself say. It came out involuntarily; my hormones speaking instead of my brain. "Stay, but on one condition."

"What's that?" His bulge faced me again.

"I just want you to know I'm not that kind of girl."

"What kind of girl is that?"

I couldn't think of an easy way to explain it, so I decided to just be honest. I admitted this was the first time I ever wore a two-piece bikini, and I told him the reason I sat on this deserted part of the beach was out of embarrassment. I wanted him to know that I wasn't a big boobed bimbo looking for a good time.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," The smile on his face betrayed his thoughts. I could somehow see that my words had intrigued him. "You look great and there is nothing wrong with showing it off a little, especially when you've got it."

I felt myself smile back to him. His words could equally apply to himself. His was the first compliment I received on my bikini.

"Let's start with names," He offered his hand again. "I'm Robert."

"Hi, I'm Diane," I shook his hand a second time. "Glad to meet you more formally this time."

I repositioned the towel so he could sit down next to me. He sat close, right up next to me. I distinctly remember our thighs touching. His body towered over me. Even in this seated position, he was so tall my eyes only came up to his neck.