Spring Break, Part Six
(First of all, I've just read the comments some of you
have left -- you're all too kind, and I'm sorry
it's been a while.)
Monday afternoon, and I was back on the beach. I spent much
of the afternoon hanging out. I chatted briefly with Leslie
by phone, she'd been having a pretty interesting time
on her own. Apparently, she'd done pretty well on her
own hook-ups, but we decided that we'd swap more stories
later.
After I caught a concert out on the beach, I found myself
at a little diner near the beach. It was getting late, and
I was starting to think it was time to work seriously at getting
a place to stay. I figured I'd go to one of the clubs after
I finished eating.
The waiter, though, came over yet again to ask if there was
anything else I wanted. I couldn't help but notice
that he was looking down my top ... again.
"No, I think I'm good, " I said. Double-entendre
fully intended.
"You sure look it, " he answered. I raised an
eyebrow at him, and grinned.
"Pushing for a big tip, now, are you?" I wondered
what he'd do with that one.
He leaned closer. "Actually, I'd rather give
you my tip ... and the rest of it, too."
I glanced down at his crotch and the bulge that was forming
there as he made his little come-on. "I know you're
just here for the week, but I would love to spend some time
with you."
"Really?" I said. "When do you get off?"
He smiled at that one.
"Not until after you do, I promise."
"Well, then ..." I said. "When does your
shift end?"
"Midnight, " he answered. That was two hours
from now. The guy was cute, and he was there. It sounded like
he had some potential, too. I decided that I'd go for
it.
"But what should I do until then?" I asked. Even
as I said the words, I slipped my hand into the front of my
shorts. He shifted his weight as I cupped my hand and pushed
my fingers into myself. I was getting pretty wet, and I was
thinking about actually taking that further while he watched
me right there. He leaned forward, though, and slid my hand
out.
"Kind of crowded for that, isn't it?" he
questioned. "Trust me, we'll be fine."
I went out for a walk. Looked at some of the shops, and basically
killed time. I got back to the diner a few minutes before
midnight, and he brought me back to my booth. By then, there
were no customers, and only one other person, back in the
kitchen.
"Paul, I'll lock up, " my guy said. Paul
looked at me, grinned, and just said, "Have a nice
night, Tyler."
Paul left, and Tyler stood in front of me.
He looked down at me, then took my hand in his. He slipped
it back onto my shorts, which he then unzipped. "Do
yourself, " he said.
"Isn't that what you're here for?"
I asked.
"Later, " he said. "I want to watch you
fuck yourself."
I eased the shorts down to my knees, then slipped my thong
down. I pressed my fingers into myself, and cupped my breast
with my left hand. As I pushed against my own hand, he finally
began to speak. "That's right, " he said.
"Show me what you want me to do."
I leaned back against the wall, shoving three fingers from
my right hand deep into my wet self as he sat on a stool watching
me. I closed my eyes as my breathing got to be even more intense,
and I was moaning pretty loudly by then.
"I'm going to cum, " I said to him.
"Then go ahead, " he said. "I want to see
everything that pleases you."
I let myself go, thrusting hard against my own hand as I pulled
in. I cried out as I climaxed, pushing against myself. I
fell back against the wall, but a moment later he was kneeling
in front of me. He kissed his way up my legs, and then up my
belly.
He lifted my tank top, and lavished attention on my breasts.
He was kissing my neck and my face as I reached around him
and held him closer.
My own right hand reached down his chest and unbuckled his
belt. "So, is this a service you offer all the girls
in this place?"
"Hardly, " Tyler said. "Just the ones
who are drop-dead sexy."
I had his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, and his cock loosed.
He leaned back, pulling me back upright. He shed his shirt
as he brought me to my feet.
"Come on up here, " he said, easing me onto the
table. "More room might be good."
He lay me back down, and he worked his way back down my body,
kissing me intensely.
When he reached my pussy, this time he began to nibble at
the edges, then he pressed his tongue into me.
"Oh!" I cried out. I lifted my legs up over his
shoulders, and he went more ferociously for me. He pulled
me closer, and he kept on face-fucking me for several minutes,
until I erupted again.
In a flash, though, he was gone. I looked up, and saw that
he had made his way back to the kitchen while I was in the middle
of my orgasm.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He only grinned
as he came back. I didn't notice what he was holding
until he began to pour chocolate syrup onto my chest.
He set the bottle on the table beside me as he began to lick
it off. The warm sensation was amazing, and the roughness
of his tongue, which had so recently been pleasuring a different
part of my body, was amazing.
I was moaning in ecstasy again as he licked off every bit
of the syrup. Then, though, it was my turn.
"Lie down, " I said. I sat up and then slid off
the table, and he lay down on it.
I picked up the syrup and eyed his body up and down.
I drizzled a little bit of the syrup on his chest, and then
made a narrow line that went to his massive erection. I ran
a line of syrup around his penis, and then nearly covered
his balls.
"Now, " I began. "I think we need to get
you cleaned off. You're looking very dirty, aren't
you?"
I licked the syrup off his chest, and worked my way down.
His hands plowed through my hair and I reached his cock.
But I moved right past it, licking up the syrup around his
erection.
I licked his balls, and carefully sucked on the sack to clean
it off from the dark syrup. He was gasping as I went on, and
moaning.
Finally, he was nearly begging me. "Suck me, "
he said. "God, please, " he moaned.
I took his cock in my hand and then looked into his eyes.
"We're not there yet, " I said. "Trust
me, we'll get there."
More to cum ...
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