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   Stacy Lancaster: San Diego (MF) By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)



   Synopsys: Stacy and Jared spend their third anniversary in San Diego. 
They can't keep their hands off each other.

   Part 2: Fun, sun, voyeurism and the chase

   It was mid-afternoon when the Lancasters hit the beach outside their
little hotel.  The sun was hot and high in the sky over the Pacific. 
Mission beach stretched out before them.  It was Thursday so it wasn't very
crowded.  There was the usual collection of sun worshipers and a few
families with kids who were probably other vacationers.

   The couple paused at the retaining wall.  Jared looked back and up at
their hotel, picking out the second-floor window of their room.  The recent
and intense memory of his nude wife displaying herself before it surged
through his synapses.  The window was highly reflective from this side. 
Jared was strangely conflicted; his initial reaction was relief that no one
had been able to see her.  But there was a part of his male ego that wanted
everyone to see Stacy in all her glory...  and know that she was his.

   His gaze returned to his wife.  Stacy was looking out across the sand
and surf.  He had to smile at her obvious enthusiasm.  She had one hand on
top of her big floppy sun-hat and held her other up and forward in a sort
of unconscious "oh goody" gesture.  Standing beside her, he could see her
eyes glinting behind her sunglasses.  She had a grin on her face that made
her look about eight years old.

   Stacy was usually such a calm and serious sort of person.  It was so
rare that he got to see this side of his bride...  she was downright giddy
right now and seeing her like that made his heart sing.  He was used to
appreciating her wisdom and intelligence.  He loved her company and thought
she was sexy as hell.  But sharing this kind of simple, raw joy with her
was a rare treat.

   On the other hand, speaking of sexy...  it occurred to Jared that
everyone would indeed be seeing his wife in all her glory.  The black
swimsuit with the gray trim that she had worn during their original
honeymoon still looked fantastic on her.  (Well, it had only been three
years.)

   Jared shook himself, turning away from her suddenly very arousing
profile.  Down boy.  There will be plenty of time for that later.  He
looked out across the beach.

   Aside from a few families and some older people who seemed to just be
out wandering around, most of the people on the beach at this time of the
week were habitual offenders; the sorts of people that somehow gave the
impression that they spent their entire lives on the beach.

   Standing between the boardwalk and the beach, Stacy and Jared were
surrounded by a sea of skin.  Even without a dense crowd, no matter what
direction they looked, their eyes were met by glistening bronze bodies.

   It seemed kind of unfair to Jared.  His pale northern complexion not
only looked out of place; he looked downright unhealthy.  His slightly soft
belly, baggy trunks and gawking expression didn't help either.

   What was unfair was that Stacy was just as pale but she made it look
exotic.  Especially in this environment.  Jared had already seen a number
of male heads swivel to give her a second and third glance.  All the
bronze, glistening fitness around them probably began to seem commonplace.
Stacy's porcelain complexion, stout but shapely legs and one-piece swimsuit
that displayed her charms without seeming desperate or cheap was like a
note of class among the rabble.

   Hell, even her silly hat managed to look playful and stylish.

   He wrapped an arm around the back of her waist possessively.  She turned
her face to him, her smile suggesting that she knew what he was thinking.
He kissed her briefly on the lips and smiled back.

   Laughing, she hopped down the stairs to the sand.  Behind her
sunglasses, her eyes roamed the acres of flesh on display.  Tightly packed
trunks and rippling physiques led her mind down a thousand paths of
fantasy. Even the barely-covered tits and asses of the women excited her in
a sideways sort of way as she imagined the lust they evoke in a man's
loins.

   The quick and satisfying fuck her husband had just given her had her
body charged to a highly sexual state.  Her breasts throbbed with every
beat of her heart, their tips protruding tall and hard against the warming
material of her suit.  And as she ogled those around her she could tell
that many of the tanned denizens of the beach were watching her in return.
Each time she caught a stare scanning her body, a shiver of desire shot
through her core.

   The crotch of her suit was damp from arousal and her husband's recent
leavings.  She was certain that a number of the staring eyes around her
were focused on that dark patch.

   She was far from the most attractive woman there.  Compared to the bevy
of bikini-clad beauties with flat, hard stomachs and tits proudly on
display, she was rather plain.  But having pale skin, some meat on her
bones and a flattering but basically modest suit made her a novelty here.
Any other time, she would have been embarrassed by the attention and her
obvious, public arousal.  She normally didn't like attention anything like
this.

   In her day to day life, she wore bras primarily to conceal her nipples;
her modest and firm breasts didn't need support.  She dressed down, wore
little makeup and hardly paid any attention to her hair.  While she knew
she was relatively attractive, "looking good" wasn't normally one of her
priorities.  She had better things to do and had seen enough of the
disruptions and hassles that beautiful women had to deal with that it just
never made sense to her to spend time trying to look like a model. 
Whenever she wanted a guy's attention, she'd just smile at him.  That was
guaranteed to get her that second glance that would show him that she had
all the goods he could ever hope for.

   Now Stacy was on display in a much more overt manner and she had the
attention of pretty much everyone.

   These weren't people she had to work with; they were strangers she'd
never see again.  Let them look.  Let them undress her with their eyes. 
Let them feel stirrings of lust.  Her own passion would feed on their need,
flooding her being with a fantastic energy.

   She almost jumped when Jared caught up and rested his arm across the
back of her hips again.  She shuddered and breathed deeply through flared
nostrils.  Her insides seized up...  it wasn't an orgasm by any stretch but
it was a very excited kind of twitch that dribbled a little more wetness
into the crotch of her suit.

   God, she thought to herself, maybe I should try to control myself a
little bit.  At this rate, I'll mount the next pole-shaped object I see.

   When she opened her eyes and forced herself to breathe normally, she
glanced at her husband.  He had the biggest grin she'd ever seen on his
face.  She knew that he had felt her body tremble and probably could guess
just how aroused she was.  And he had this look in his eyes that said very
loudly how proud he was to possess her.  She was about to dig an elbow into
his gut when she had a better idea.  She looked down at his tented trunks.
Yeah, he was very "happy".

   She turned her body to his and dug a hand down the front of his shorts.
That definitely took him off guard.  She gripped his shaft tightly.  He was
fully hard and pulsating.  A bubble of pre-cum spread across her wrist.

   Stacy shuddered.  She'd wanted to shock and tease her husband but her
bold move had backfired on her.  Jared's member was hot, firm and
throbbing, obviously eager to slide into her body.  And she wanted it there
so badly she could almost cry.

   Jerking her hand from his shorts, Stacy wiped the dampness across her
stomach.  Damn it!  Her abdomen fluttered and her knees threatened to go
weak.  She forced her hands to her sides and closed her eyes.  She took a
few steps back from her husband and balled up her hands.  She tried to calm
her pulse and clear her head.

   She waited until she had regained her composure before opening her eyes.
Jared was standing there, leering at her.  His erection was pushing up
under the waistband of his trunks, its plum-shaped head clearly outlined by
the material.

   In self-conscious frustration, she turned her back on him and started
for the water.  Her steps were tense and unsteady...  of course, the loose
sand didn't help.  She kept her head down and her eyes in front of her.  If
she saw another pair of bulging swim trunks she'd probably lose her mind.

   Jared watched his wife flee across the sand.  Their little encounter had
caught the attention of several bystanders.  A dozen or so male eyeballs
tracked in her wake, watching Stacy's ass flex and her puffed-up nipples
dance against her suit.  A number of female eyeballs drifted back and forth
between husband and wife.  Everyone who had witnessed the exchange wore
big, knowing smiles.

   Jared ran after his wife, adjusting his trunks awkwardly to restrain his
bouncing erection.  She was splashing into the water as he caught up to her
and the first wave splashed across their knees as he wrapped his arm around
her.  The both staggered, laughing as they first pulled each other off
balance and then used their spouse the catch and right themselves.

   His arms lowered to her stomach and he pulled her tightly to him.  The
next wave struck and shoved Stacy against him, her suit-clad buns wrapping
around his hard dick.  Still giggling uncontrollably, she rubbed herself up
and down her man.

   After the next wave had gone by, she began to move into deeper water,
towing Jared behind her.  With each step, their bodies jostled and bounced
against one another.  Jared snuck one of his hands into the deep neck of
her suit.  The heat from her softly throbbing nipple was intense and he
could feel goose pimples covering her flesh.

   When the water was nearly chest-high, she turned in his embrace.  The
breaking waves were slapping them in their faces and tossing them around a
little bit but neither cared.  Between two layers of cloth, the helmet of
Jared's cock was rubbing a path between Stacy's groin and navel.  His arms
were around her and her chin was on his shoulder.  Their chests were
pressed together and Jared could feel his wife's nipples occasionally
bounce across his own.

   They kissed longingly, their eyes open, staring deeply into one another.
Their tongues played about their mouths and each breathed in the scents of
sea and suntan lotion.

   They let the surf rock and splash them as they let their passion simmer
in a new and subtle way.

   It would have been wonderful to make love right there in the surf but
there were dozens of people around them and some of them were already
staring.  Eventually, the cold water and screaming kids intruded on their
mental seclusion.  With a final wistful kiss, they parted.

   They spent the next two hours walking up and down the beach,
occasionally venturing into the water to play among the waves.  Stacy was
like a little girl, giggling and playing "catch me if you can" with her
husband.  Jared also caught her spending long minutes seemingly lost in
thought, her eyes riveted to a well-sculpted male figure.  Jared let his
own eyes wander at will, unabashedly appreciating the bathing beauties
around them.  But regardless of who each happened to be looking at, their
hands would always drift to their partner, either to clasp the other's or
to caress some other part of their body.

   Jared's cock was never less than half hard and Stacy was constantly
flush.  Twice she had made a diversion into the water for the sole purpose
of disguising the damp crotch stain her heated pussy continued to make.

   When the Lancasters happened upon another couple that seemed to be every
bit as involved in each other as they were, they couldn't help but stop and
stare.  The couple was striking.  The man was obviously much older than his
companion.  There was gray at his temples and the bronze color of his body
had nearly completed the evolution from tanned to weathered.  However, he
was a very fit man, his chest broad and his hips narrow.  His brief
swimwear left little to the imagination.  Stacy tried to take her eyes off
his obviously erect cock but could not.  The waistband of his trunks was
just barely containing it.

   The woman could have been as old as thirty but that made her
considerably younger than the man.  She was tall and skinny, almost
flat-chested.  This did not prevent her from flaunting her fit form.  The
suit she wore was silver gray and absolutely scandalous.  A thin V of
fabric joined between her legs, clinging to her mound and making it obvious
that she had no hair down there.  Jared watched closely to look for signs
of her bush.  What he saw was what he thought might be the bump of her
clitoris.

   The thin straps that went over her shoulders were little more than an
inch across where they covered her nipples.  Hints of dark areolae were
visible beyond that trace of fabric and anyone who cared to look could see
the hard, thinly-clad bumps of her nipples.  Her breasts were cone-shaped,
small and firm.

   When Stacy and Jared first noticed the couple, they were standing inches
apart caressing one another.  Though she was not short, he was a good six
inches taller than her.  Rather than kiss, he drew her body tightly to his,
melding their flesh together.  His hands gripped her nearly naked ass.  She
sent one hand running up and down his back while the other wormed its way
into the back of his briefs and seized onto what was clearly a trim and
muscular ass.

   Jared and Stacy weren't the only ones watching the couple.  Stacy
noticed both the man and the woman cast hidden glances at the people around
them.  It appeared that they wanted an audience.

   When they got to the point where she was visibly rubbing her stomach
along his hard sex, the man pulled her down to the sand.  Lying on top of
him, she slid her body up far enough to kiss him.  Stacy saw the woman's
hand pass down between their bodies to grip her companion's manhood. 
Unable to control herself, Stacy plastered herself against her husband's
back and reached around to grip his cock through the material of his
trunks. Jared shuddered, almost as much from the feel of his wife's body
against his as from her bold ownership of his manhood.

   They both watched one of the man's hands dig deeply between the woman's
thighs and delve under the scandalous suit's crotch.  It was blatantly
obvious to everyone watching that the couple was masturbating one another.

   It took an enormous effort on Stacy's part to keep from stroking her
man. She merely held his meat in a firm grip while she breathed heavily in
his ear.  Her pussy was clamoring for attention but she simply wasn't
exhibitionist enough to do something about it on a public beach.

   The other couple clearly did not suffer from such inhibition.  The
movement of the man's hand was visible enough to make it clear to Stacy
that he had two fingers playing in the woman's pussy.  And while she had
not yet seen any of the man's hard cock flesh, the urgent, stroking
movement of the woman's hands in his briefs made it very easy to envision
its pulsing solidity.

   The dozen or so people that were now watching the couple were not
gathered around them in a huddle.  Instead, all the spectators maintained a
casual distance, scattered widely across a couple dozens of feet of beach.
Nevertheless, they all seemed mesmerized by the display and there was an
odd zone of silence on that part of the beech.  Only the faint sounds of
heavy breathing and suppressed moans broke it.

   The couple achieved orgasm together, the man crushing the woman in an
embrace as he jerked against her body.  She squirmed there atop him,
humping her crotch against his hip.

   The woman recovered fairly quickly and scanned the people around her,
catching the eyes of the voyeurs in her bright gaze.  There was a smile of
naughty relish plastered across her face.  When her eyes met Stacy's, Mrs.
Lancaster's breath caught in inspired lust.

   The woman singled Stacy out with eye contact.  Perhaps it was the way
she was clutching at her man.  While continuing to smile in their
direction, her eyes lidded with passion, she brought her hand up to her
mouth.  Traces of glistening white dick juice were visible on her hand. 
She slowly lapped at the nectar.  One by one, she sucked at her fingers,
obviously enjoying the flavor and her audience.

   Stacy couldn't so much as blink.  The mutual public masturbation had
been arousing to watch but the woman's continued blatant sexuality made
Stacy's pussy buzz and the blood roar in her ears.  The tips of her breasts
throbbed.  As she watched the woman feed on her man's cream, Stacy
Lancaster's mouth watered.

   "Wow." Jared whispered.

   Stacy couldn't speak.  Her mouth opened and closed half a dozen times.
She swallowed and wobbled a bit.

   "I need you now." she croaked to her husband.

   "You better take it easy, babe.  I'm about five seconds away from
cumming in your hand."

   Stacy's hand jerked away from her husband at that.  God, what was she
going to do?  She felt like she'd lost her mind.  She'd never needed sex so
badly in her life...  and the hotel was about half a mile away.

   Stacy and Jared were very much in love.  Jared brought an active joy
into her life.  She was not merely content, she most definitely happy.  No,
every day was not rainbows and kittens but Stacy was pretty practical in
her expectations...  and Jared usually exceeded them.  Her husband seemed
to understand her and to take pleasure from making her happy.  But all she
could think of at that moment was all the thinly clad penises she'd seen
that day and what she wanted to do to them.  Or more accurately, what she
wanted them to do to her.

   Jared turned to face her.  Still pressed close, he studied her eyes. 
The need he saw there was shocking in its intensity.  Hastily he backed
away.

   Jared cast about, looking for a chance at seclusion.  His wife hadn't
been joking; she was clearly out of her mind with lust.  He had to fend her
off when she tried to dig into his trunks again.  She made a frustrated
noise.  "Do something, Jare!  Oh god, I need somebody to fuck me." Her
words were not quiet.  They were followed by a soft wave of chuckling
laughter among the people near-by.

   He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in the direction of the water.
"Come, we can do it in the water." He said.  Seconds later she was out
ahead of him, dashing into the surf.

   When she slowed in the deeper water, he caught up to her.  At his touch,
she spun into his arms and plastered her over-heated body to his.  Her
mouth was voracious.  With one leg wrapped behind his, Stacy clutched her
husband, one hand wrapped around his hot member.  She humped herself
against its prominent head, grinding it against her small clitoris through
their soaked bathing suits.

   Without warning, Jared pushed her away.  With a single momentary look,
he told her "Sorry about this." Before Stacy had any idea what he was
talking about, his hands were on her shoulders and he forced her under
water.

   Surprised and disoriented, Stacy did nothing for a moment.  A wave
passed over them and she began to struggle.  The moment she began to
resist, Jared shoved her one more time and then released her.  Another wave
tumbled Stacy and it took her several seconds to find the surface and get
her feet under her.

   Sputtering and wiping water from her face, she yelled, "What the hell?"

   It took her a moment to locate her husband.  He was back on the shore.
"I'll make you a deal." He said.  "If you catch me before I get back to the
hotel, we'll do whatever you want, wherever you want." And with that, he
turned and began running down the firm, wet sand.

   With a wordless groan of frustration, Stacy Lancaster fought her way
back onto dry land.  They still had something of an audience.  She noticed
several nice looking young men and gave serious thought to finding easier
prey.  But her husband knew her too well.  The dunking had cooled her lust
just enough for her to regain most of her reason.  With determination, she
set off in pursuit.

   The result of the race was not a foregone conclusion.  Of the two of
them, Stacy was the runner.  She wasn't a fanatic by any means but she did
do a two-mile circuit four or five times a week.  Jared, on the other hand,
tried to keep to at least a light schedule on their rowing machine.

   Jared had a significant head start though and he didn't seem to be
playing around.  He was running hard, keeping to the firm sand at the
water's edge.

   Stacy wasn't fooling around either.  Quite aside from her need to feel
her husband's meaty log inside her, she needed to avenge the dunking he'd
given her.

   But before she really got up to speed, her sandal snapped.  Snarling,
she yanked both pieces of footwear off and flung them into the ocean. 
Barefoot, she found her stride and began gaining on her quarry.

   Mr.  and Mrs.  Lancaster pelted down the beach.  Jared had a big lead
but he was still wearing his flip-flops and they were slowing him down.  At
what he judged to be about the halfway mark, he turned his head to see if
his wife was even chasing him.

   Yes, she was.  She was probably a block behind but was closer than Jared
had expected.  He also noticed that she was now barefoot, not even carrying
her sandals.  She obviously wanted to catch him.  He considered simply
letting her...  he was curious to see what she would actually do.  But
realistically, he didn't want her doing anything in the heat of the moment
that she would regret later.  If he could make it back to the privacy of
their hotel room, she'd still get what she wanted without any chance of
regrets later.

   Jared managed to kick out of his flip-flops mid-stride, leaving them
behind.  On even footing now, so-to-speak, he was confident that he could
make his lead last till he reached the hotel.

   As the hotel approached, Jared angled out across the soft, hot sand.  He
neared the stairs leading up to the boardwalk and turned to check on his
wife's progress.  Shit!  She'd cut his lead in half as he struggled across
the dry beach.  She was now on the poorer footing herself but she was close
enough for him to see the hot gleam in her eyes.

   Jared wasted a few precious seconds watching her tits bounce.  Well,
wasted probably isn't the right word...

   Shoeless, Jared was forced to pick his way carefully up the stairs and
across the boardwalk.  The hotel was just feet away.

   So, he'd won, right?  He'd reached the hotel so the race was over.

   But the look Jared had seen in his wife's eyes gave him pause.  She'd
been ready to jump him on a public beach, he couldn't be sure she wouldn't
do the same in the hotel lobby.

   Jared banged his way through the doors and ran across the small lobby
and past the elevators.  He hit the fire-door to the stairs and started up.

   He was rounding the turn at the top of the first flight when the door
banged again.  Looking down, he saw Stacy stop herself against the
banister. She looked up at him and their eyes locked for a split second. 
"Ahh." Jared yelped in mock panic and started taking stairs two-at-a-time.

   "You're mine!" Stacy snarled.  She rushed after him.

   Jared made it through the door to the second-floor corridor.  He lost
another second or two trying to figure out in which direction their room
was.  Trotting in what he prayed was the right direction, he yanked the
zip-lock with their key-card in it out of his trunks and tore at the
plastic.

   Panting and shaking, Jared reached their room door.  Before he so much
as touched the lock, Stacy was upon him.

   She knocked her husband into the door none too gently.  The rush of the
chase and the anticipation of what was sure to follow had erased all sense
from Stacy's mind.  There in the hallway where they might be interrupted...
or at least observed...  at any time, she yanked his trunks down his legs.

   The panicked yelp this produced from Jared was rather less feigned.

   Jared's pale but firm ass was bare to Stacy's eyes but it was his cock
that she was interested in.  She jerked the knot tying the two sides of her
suit loose and pulled its straps off her shoulders.  Her lust-swollen
breasts finally free, she pressed herself to Jared's back.

   Jared Lancaster felt his bride's burning nipples and deceptively soft
breasts against his back.  The thrill this brought was quickly overwhelmed
by the shock of her urgent hand gripping his engorged sex.  Her other hand
began clawing across his chest.

   She was ready to mount him right there in the hall.

   Breath still heaving and shaking with excitement, Jared tried
desperately to unlock the door.  Hotel locks were temperamental at the best
of times; at the moment Jared was about as coordinated as a junkie in
withdrawal and the task seemed hopeless.

   He had to fight his wife's desperate but incoherent attempts to turn him
to face her.  She'd pull with one clawing arm while still keeping her upper
body pressed to his back and a hand firmly locked around his cock.

   It took five tries before the lock clicked open.

   Shorts tangling his legs, Jared stumbled into the room, breaking contact
with his wife for a few precious moments.  In the small foyer at the room's
door, he turned to her.  Standing in the hall, she was frantically pushing
her swimsuit off her hips and down her legs.  The hall was deserted and it
was unlikely anyone would pass by at that moment but still, Stacy was
exhibiting a degree of inhibition he'd never seen in her before.

   She kicked the puddled wad of cloth at him and stood nude.  He had a
fraction of a second to appreciate the view before she rushed him.  As her
body hit his, Stacy's hand locked onto her husband's erection.  Jared was
bowled over backward.  His arms reached out and grabbed Stacy's free arm.
She was able to slow his fall somewhat but then immediately followed him to
the floor.  Her hand never lost its grip on his dick.

   With a quick move born of intimate experience and desperation, she
lowered herself onto his body and shoved his hot prong into her even hotter
slit.

   Stacy's face was locked in a rictus of passion as she humped herself up
and down on her prostrate husband.  Her hands were pressed firmly into his
pectorals as her hips pumped with desperate need.  In all of about thirty
seconds, the over-heated bride brought herself off with a cry.  Her fingers
dug into Jared's chest; it was fortunate for him that she kept her nails
short.

   Stacy's hot sheathe was convulsing around his cock.  Jared was slightly
disoriented by the attack.  It was only as she began to relax as her climax
ebbed that he even really felt the pleasure of having his tool embraced by
Stacy's fleshy love nest.

   At about the same time, he realized that their hotel-room door was still
standing wide open behind his wife.  He gave it a good shove with his foot
to close it.  The bark of its shutting made Stacy jump.  She looked back at
it in confusion.  Shaking her head, she turned back to her husband.  Giving
him a nasty smile, she ground her wet bush down against his groin.  He felt
her internal muscles grab his member possessively.  Jared was still
breathing hard from the run and the excitement.  Stacy seemed super-charged
with energy, her eyes bright and her nostrils flaring.  She brushed a lock
of hair out of her eyes and then placed her hands on either side of Jared's
head.

   Stacy's soft breasts hung above him, their pert flesh barely swaying. 
Jared wasn't sure if he was imagining things or not but he could swear he
could see their tips throbbing.  But perhaps that was just the pounding of
his own heart.

   Stacy began sliding her hips up and down his body, slowly but with
authority.  "Now, Mr.  Smartass, for your punishment." She said.

   "Punishment?" he asked.  Without thought, his hands began to roam across
her body, caressing her hip and back.  He licked his lips, literally
salivating at the sight of his wife's perfect tits.

   "Punishment for trying to drown me!" she said, her hips still working
her velvet hole up and down his rod.

   "Well, if this is punishment, I should probably misbehave more often."

   Stacy replied with an evil laugh.  "Your punishment is to stay on the
floor under me until I get tired of cumming."

   Jared would have gone pale if he weren't so aroused.  "Umm...?"

   "You must stay hard and stay here on the floor while my hungry little
pussy gets its fill of your cock."

   "Stacy..."

   "No complaints, Smartass.  I warned you you might end up getting fucked
to death today and then you had to go and make me chase after you.  Not
smart, honey."
   Boondocker