Wilder Green's Stories
A Lovely Day by Wilder Green
A Lovely Day
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It was a lovely day. I was sitting on the beach enjoying the warm, but not too hot sunshine, the clear air and the contrasts between the dark greens of the island and the dark blue sky. The sand was golden and there was just a light surf. The water was so clear I could almost see through each wave as it curled up to break into a smother of foam. I had been enjoying the waves, body surfing, feeling the caress of the water as the waves surged around my body. Now I was sitting on my towel, enjoying the sun and the female forms on the beach nearby.
Looking at the women had reinforced the loneliness I felt. I wanted some-one to talk to, to hug and to hold and to - yes and more.
My eyes were attracted again by a dark haired woman lying on a towel only a dozen yards from where I was sitting. She was wearing a black bikini, which accentuated and showed off her lovely form: high firm breasts, smoothly swelling hips, flat stomach, completed by smooth, lightly tanned skin. Pretty face, too, I thought, which somehow hinted at strength of character. Wish I could see her eyes, I thought, but they were hidden behind her dark glasses. Even so, just looking at her, I felt that she would be interesting, intelligent.
Is she here by herself, I wondered. If so, how could I speak to her.
I tried to put her out my mind, and turned to try and concentrate on the board-riders in the surf. Some of them were quite good, I thought. But my mind kept going back to the woman in the black bikini and how it fitted her, and how it hid while also suggesting further delights.
Damn it, get a grip, I told myself.
So I went back in for another swim. The water was so good, cool and refreshing. Waves just the perfect size, not too large, and I could laze or surf as I felt.
When I came out of the water, she was still there, sitting up now. Was she watching me, I wondered. Her head seemed to move as if her eyes were following me. Maybe she would find me attractive: There was nothing wrong with my body, quite tall, wide shouldered and reasonably well muscled from an active life style. I drew myself up straighter as I walked towards my towel.
As I dried myself, I was thinking furiously, what excuse could I use to speak to her?
I spread my towel back out on the sand and sat down. Coward, I told myself.
I looked back towards the woman, and as I did, I was sure I saw her head move fractionally, as if she had been watching me and had moved her gaze away.
What have I got to lose, I asked myself. With my heart jumping I stood up and walked over to her.
"Excuse me," I said. "My name is David. I've been sitting there, trying to think of an excuse to come and talk to you. Just tell me to go away if I'm butting in. But I'm staying here by myself and after three days with no-one to talk to, I am suffering from social withdrawal symptoms." Nervousness made the word pour out.
She looked up and laughed softly, seemingly enjoying my uncertainty. "No," she said. "I would enjoy some-one to talk to as well. I'm Helen." She stood and we shook hands and then together burst into nervous laughter at the formality of it.
"Where are you from, Helen?" I asked, testing and tasting the unfamiliar name.
"Tennessee," she replied. "And you?"
"You're a long way from home," I replied. "I'm from Australia."
"You're a long way from home too," she said. "What brings you here?"
"I've been working hard for the past six months and decided to reward myself with a holiday in the sun."
We were still standing facing one another.
"Get your towel and come sit here," she said.
"And you," I said when we had settled. "How did you come to be here?"
"A holiday too. I needed to relax in the sun. I love sitting in the sun watching the waves and the moods of the water and the life on the beach. I was going to come with a friend, but at the last minute she couldn't make it."
Wow, I thought, I can't believe she's telling me this after just a couple of minutes. Maybe she is as lonely as I am.
We sat together on the beach for the rest of the afternoon, talking. We had a lot of interests in common and the time just flew by. Suddenly, depressingly soon, it was cooling as the evening approached.
"Would you like to meet for dinner this evening?" I asked. "I know a good restaurant."
"Yes," she said.
The evening was like the afternoon. We ate and drank and talked and laughed together. My first impressions had been correct, she was interesting and intelligent. And even better, she seemed to find me the same.
We left the restaurant and I walked towards the hotel: coincidence, we had found we were both staying in the same hotel. She was so attractive. Oh, I so wanted to kiss her.
"I want to kiss you," I said, as we walked down the street.
In answer, she moved closer to me and turned her face up towards mine. My lips gently touched hers, brushing lightly and then pressing slightly harder.
We broke apart. "Oh," she breathed.
Through some unspoken understanding our lips met again, more firmly this time. Her mouth was soft and warm and responsive. We held the kiss, neither of us wanting to stop. Our bodies moved closer and I was aware of her warmth as we moved together. Her hand went around my shoulders and softly rubbed my back. The kiss deepened, our mouths opening, our tongues tentatively touching. My body responded instantly, and, embarrassed, I moved slightly so that she would not feel my hardness pressing against her.
At my movement, she laughed softly, obviously understanding. "It's OK," she said. "It's a compliment." She paused and then said, "It's nice to know I can do that to a man. I haven't ...." She trailed off.
"But you're a very attractive woman," I said, my heart jumping.
"Keep saying that," she said. "No-one has said that to me for so long." She sighed lightly, then her arms tightened around me and we kissed again.
"Let's go up my room," I said. "We don't have to anything you don't want to."
"Yes," she breathed. "Lets."
In the room, we stood and kissed again. Harder and firmer, tongues pressing into one another's mouths, bodies pressed firmly together.
"Oh, Helen," I said, as we came up for air.
"Has it been a while?" she asked.
"Yes," I confirmed. "It has been a while."
We sat down on the bed, arms still around one another, kissing, holding, enjoying each other's warmth.
Within moments we were lying down, her on her back with me half beside her and half leaning over her. Adventurous, I moved my hand to softly cup her left breast. She responded, arching herself to press harder against my hand. We kissed again, my hand still gently pressing on her breast. We rolled slightly, so that now we lay on our sides, facing one another. My other hand slid down her back and found the thin strip of warm, bare skin exposed between her top and her jeans. I stroked it, and then slide my hand up her back, under her top, stroking, caressing. She pressed herself harder against me.
My dick was rock hard inside my jeans.
I found her bra strap, and after a moment managed to undo it. My other hand moved in under the front of her top, and stroked upwards to reach under her now loose bra to caress her breast. I felt the nipple hardening under my fingers. Wow, it huge, I realised. Big nipples always turned me on, especially nipples that were large in proportion to the breast.
Meanwhile, Helen had untucked my shirt and was softly stroking my back and sides. We lay like that for a minute, exploring softly with our finger tips, and then, in silent agreement we sat up to pull our shirts off. We pressed together, delighting in the skin contact as we kissed again, wriggling our bodies together so that her breasts rubbed softly over my chest.
Then I lowered my lips to her right nipple, at first just touching it with the tip my tongue, circling it and then taking it into my mouth to suck and nibble gently. It swelled immediately, standing up proudly. Helen arched her back, moaning softly in her throat, pressing her breast to my face.
My right hand moved on lazy circles down over her smooth stomach, my finger tips penetrating under the top of her jeans, reaching down. Then, unable to reach further I undid her belt and the button and then slowly, oh so slowly, undid the zip. I could clearly feel the heat from her pussy. She moved to allow to slip her jeans down slightly, making room.
I put my hand at the top of her soft white panties and moved underneath. No pubic hair, I realised completely shaved, incredibly smooth. I moved further to gently touch her pussy.
"Here, let me," Helen said, reaching for my belt. Quickly, smoothly, she had my jeans open and reached inside to take my dick in her hand, holding it firmly but gently.
"Oh, yes. Oh yes," I moaned. She squeezed it in response.
I reached fully in under her panties to cup her whole cunt in my hand. She was completely shaved. No hair at all. I pressed firmly against her cunt, delighting in the heat and wetness I could feel so clearly. She put one of her hands on top of mine, and pushed it harder against her.
With a few wiggles and pushes we were naked.
I sat up to look at her. God, but she was beautiful. My ideal of a sexy woman. Firm, pointed breasts, crowned with large, erect nipples, smooth and sensuous curves. Her legs were wide apart, leaving her cunt wonderfully visible. The lips were engorged and gaping open with arousal, giving a glimpse of the pearly pink treasures within.
I lay down again to kiss her nipple, one finger now penetrating between the lips of her cunt where I stroked up and down, over her clitoris and then down to her vagina and then back again. She gasped with pleasure, her whole body moving under my hand. She was soaking wet, her juices warm and slippery and sensuous. I moved my finger tip to gently rub around the entrance to her vagina.
"Put your finger inside," she said. "Fuck me with your finger."
I started to thrust my finger in and out. She so tight I was almost afraid of hurting her, but her sounds and motions made it perfectly clear that she was enjoying what I was doing. My dick was so hard it was almost painful as she lightly toyed with it.
I moved my mouth down from her breast, stopping from time to time to kiss and lick, until I reached her cunt. I could see her clitoris standing up, begging for attention. Her shaved pussy looked so inviting. I touched her clitoris gently with the tip of tongue. My reward was a gasp and deep moan. I licked more firmly. She was moaning deeply, continuously now.
"Here," she said. "Bring that dick round here where I can reach it."
Within moments, she had taken my dick in her mouth and we were engaged in a wonderful sixty-nine. Her mouth felt so good on my dick. She knew instinctively exactly what I liked. First she licked around the tip and then ran her tongue up and down the full length, before taking it into mouth, her hot, wet mouth. It felt so good as she sucked it in and out, squeezing rhythmically with her hand at the root of my dick.
I continued my attention to her cunt, thrusting in and out, now with two fingers, as I sucked her clitoris between my lips. She tasted sweet and good. I loved the taste of her pussy. Her hips were gyrating in my face, but somehow I was able to maintain the contact. My hips, too, were moving, as I fucked in and out of her mouth.
"I want to fuck you now," I said.
"Yes," she said. "Fuck me now. Please fuck me."
I knelt between her open legs and she took my dick and gently guided it into her hot, wet cunt. Heavenly, it was so tight. It felt so good, hot, wet and silky smooth as it clutched my pulsing dick. I thrust in and out, my whole length pumping in and out, with the soft, firm walls of her cunt rubbing hotly over the entire surface of my dick. This wasn't going to last, I knew. It was just too good.
"You sit on top," I said, desperate to slow the building orgasm.
We rolled over and she sat on me, impaling herself on my dick, plunging up and down. This was easier, I found, by lying relatively still I could delay my explosion. I didn't want to come yet, I wanted to savour the feelings.
Helen was just so sexy, thrusting herself up and down on me, her narrow waist, flaring hips, beautiful breasts. I reached up to tug and pinch at her nipples and was rewarded by a deeper moan. Looking down, her hairless cunt made it easy to see my rigid dick pushing in and out as she moved up and down. My dick tightened even more at the sight.
"Come here," I said. "I want you to sit on my face. I want to fuck you with my tongue."
Helen seemed to like the idea, and immediately moved to position her cunt over my eager mouth. I kissed softly and licked softly for a moment, relishing the hairless cunt and the easy access that it gave. Then I thrust my tongue as far into her cunt as I could reach, pushing it in and out. Helen gasped loudly with pleasure. "Yes, yes," she moaned.
She circled her hips rapidly over my face, so that my tongue touched all over her, her arsehole, her vagina, her clitoris. I noticed she especially seemed to like the attention to her arsehole. I kept licking and Helen kept moving, moaning louder and louder.
Suddenly she lifted her cunt from my face and still straddling me, her cunt a few inches from my face, reached down and rubbed her clitoris and then pushed a finger inside herself, and started to thrust it in and out.
It was so beautiful, so sexy. "Oh, wow," I moaned. "That really turns me on."
I reached up and pushed my finger into her cunt, so that we each had a finger buried deep inside her cunt. We rubbed our fingers together and thrust them in and out, delighting in the warm smoothness of the walls of her cunt.
"Touch my arse," she said.
I used her own juices to lubricate the pucker of her arse and rubbed softly but firmly around. She gasped with pleasure. I gently slowly eased my finger inside her. She again gasped with pleasure and then pushed two fingers into her cunt. I started to move the tip of my finger gently in and out of her arse, while she thrust her fingers in and out of her cunt. We found a rhythm so that our thrusts were in counterpoint, my finger going in as hers was on the outstroke and then mine coming out as hers thrust in. With the finger in her arse I could clearly feel her fingers in her cunt. Helen moaned, her breath coming in heavy gasps, coinciding with our alternating thrusts in her two holes. We kept thrusting until Helen collapsed on top of me.
"That was so good," said murmured, her voice hoarse with sex. "But I just can't take it any more. Fuck me again."
In moments I was back on top of her, thrusting in and out of her hot wet cunt, the whole length of dick moving in and out with each stroke.
Almost immediately Helen was gasping and groaning again. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned.
Her mouth found mine and our lips locked together as we bucked together in perfect harmony. I was building towards orgasm now. It was close, I could feel the pressure rising. I clenched my muscles to hold on to the wonderful feeling as long as possible.
"Oh my god, my god," Helen moaned. "I'm coming." And she started to moan and gasp and wriggle even harder.
Suddenly I too was coming, the hot sperm blasting deep inside her. It seemed to go on and on and on.
Afterwards we lay side by side holding one another, kissing softly, regaining our energy.
The clock in the village church struck midnight.
"Thank you," I said. "It was a lovely day."
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