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 My name is Lauren.

   It was a was a beautiful, warm Saturday afternoon and I had nothing much
to do, although there were certainly things I wanted to do, and have done
to me, after my unusual Friday!

   The morning was normal enough, although I was finding it difficult to
stop myself getting angry at a couple of the young hoons in the office that
seem to think they are God's gift to women and that they being would doing
me a great favour if I ever let them into my panties.

   Not much chance of that, I'm much more experienced and sensitive men, a
"lover with a slow hand" as the song goes.

   I checked my e-mail around lunch time, scrolling through the usual
office memos, when a couple of rather naughty words on one caught my eye.

   My immediate reaction was that one of the guys was trying to smart and I
looked around the office to see if anyone was grinning or sniggering.

   But things seemed normal.  I checked the e-mail for the sender as all
staff have their own logins, but all it showed was "unlisted" which
surprised me because I hadn't seen anything like that before.

   I was just going to dismiss it as pornographic crap, but as my eyes
drifted back to the screen.  I read just two lines before I knew that it
couldn't have been written by any of the retards in our office!

   It was so arousing the words nearly leapt off the screen!  I knew I
couldn't leave it in my in-folder as the computer staff sometimes check
those as part of the weekly cleanout, so, swallowing deeply, I sent it to
our network printer and deleted the message.

   I almost ran to the printer to make sure nobody else saw my delicious
little secret, praying that the laser wouldn't screw up as it sometimes
does.  I couldn't do much more than put it into my handbag as I couldn't
bring my eyes back to it without getting hot.

   All I wanted was to get home, naked, and between my cool sheets so I
could devour every word!  The rest of the afternoon dragged on, but a
couple of times I couldn't stop myself looking into my handbag and sneaking
a look at the corner of some of the pages.

   Almost sadly, we had the monthly Friday after-work get-together which I
couldn't really avoid.  But at least it's the one time that the guys don't
bug me, because some of younger girls from other branches are normally
there and the guys leave me alone.

   But for some reason, they seemed to hanging around me and trying to
impress with their silly macho games.  I just ignored them, but I was
acutely aware of another guy, Brian, a computer consultant on a temporary
assignment from overseas.

   I'd caught him looking at me a couple of days earlier, a shy sort of
stare, which actually got me going a bit because there was something it,
something deeply intimate as if he knew every secret of my soul, but when I
tried to catch his eye, he just turned away with a slight smile on his
face.

   I started saying my goodbyes early as I had my lovely surprise to enjoy.
Just as I went to pick up my handbag, I was suddenly and acutely aware of
him staring at me again, a sort of wild, hypnotic gaze, almost as if he was
seeing right through me.

   I suddenly reddened, because I realised I had involuntarily moved my
hand to cover my crotch from his look.

   It wasn't till I unlocked the car and eased into the seat that I
realised why the guys had been hanging around like bees around a honeypot!
MY honeypot was almost dripping with wetness, and I had the delightful
feeling of my warm moistness pressing against my cheeks as I drove home.

   I was in bed in double quick time, and spent the evening greedily
devouring every word of what turned out to be a wildly erotic tale.

   This morning I woke jaded and with the feeling that I was missing
something.  I had expected to be a little tired, given the number of times
I had let my hand slip between my legs to slide up and down my wonderfully
wet sex and to tease and roll my throbbing clitoris.  I felt as if a dam
inside me had burst and was sending rivers of pleasure rolling down my legs
and up through my vagina into the pit of my stomach.

   After a light lunch, I decided to go to the beach, a small, secluded
natural spot just a short drive from here.

   There's a dangerous riptide there with no swimming allowed, but that's
fine by me because it means no beach patrol, no annoying families with
their screaming children, but best of all, no prima donna males prancing up
and down inviting the world to admire them.

   Just a pleasant empty beach where I could sunbathe privately in the
afternoon sun.  I jumped into my car ans soon as I sat I was remembering
the warmth of my wet panties the previous evening and off I sped not
wanting to miss another minute now I had made up my mind.

   The beach was as I expected, not a soul on it.  I made my way to the
southern part where the bluff of the headland stops the beach being seen
from above, and the rocks jutting out into the sea prevent anybody
accidentally wandering into the area

   Maybe it was the memory of my wetness that made me do it, but I decided
to sunbake totally naked for the first time in my life.

   Oh, it was so good to be able to feel the sun on all parts of my body
and the cool breeze fondling me.  I lay on my back for a little time.  For
some strange reason of modesty, and even thugh it was as if no other human
existed for miles, .  I folded my towel and placed it across my blonde
thatch.

   I didn't want to burn the previously unexposed parts of my body, so I
reached for the sunscreen.  The lotion was cool on my hot skin as I slowly
massaged it into my shoulders, legs, across the small of my back and now my
breasts...

   Mmmmm, it felt good as I teased my nipples a little until they were
erect.  I couldn't reach much of my back, but regardless I lay on my
stomach and soaked up the sun, dozing slightly and still dreaming of the
night before with my unknown, remote lover.

   As I dozed, I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder and a soft male voice
say...  " You don't want to burn that beautiful body do you, may I rub some
lotion on your back?  " and without me saying a word, he began to slowly
massage the lotion on my shoulders.

   After a few seconds he was moving his hands in circles with firm, even
strokes down my back to my waist, and then even lower to my exposed
buttocks, now slightly flushed with the heat of the sun.

   "Ahhh!  "Lauren, I know what you FEEL" he quietly said.

   I knew this was wrong, allowing a stranger to touch my body like this,
but it was so sensual I couldn't help myself.

   His hands moved lower and touched the inside of my thigh.  Ohhh yes!  I
began to tingle.

   I still had no idea what he looked like, I hadn't even opened my eyes, I
just lay on my stomach and enjoyed the feeling sweeping over me.  "Mmmm
that feels so good" I whispered...  "Shhh, Lauren, I know what you LIKE" he
replied gently.

   His fingers began to fleetingly touch my most sensitive parts and I knew
I wanted more.  Almost involuntarily I opened my legs slightly, letting him
know by my actions that I wouldn't stop his touch.

   He willingly obliged and began to slowly drew his finger from the base
of my spine down between my cheeks, my every being thrilling to his touch
as he slide down to my anus, gently massaging, and then over it and down
into my slit to tease my swollen clit.

   I could feel my love juices flowing as he inserted a finger, then
fingers, inside me, easily finding my most sensitive spots there.

   I began to moan with pleasure, my legs seeming to open of their own
accord as he moved his fingers in and out.  He must have been able to tell
from my breathing and my moans that I was very close to an ecstatic peak.

   He moved over me and I could feel his hard cock sliding down the crack
between my cheeks towards my tight, previously forbidden anal passage, now
liberally lubricated with the lotion.

   "Ohhhh, Lauren, I know what you WANT" he softly said as his tip slowly
approached.  I lifted slightly, willingly, to meet him, to feel for the
first time a shaft slide inside me there!

   But, no!  Almost to my frustration, he slid further down and pushed into
me, no resistance meeting him as my juices let him slip inside easily and
my vaginal muscles gripped him.

   "Ohhh, yes " I moaned in ecstasy "It feels so good".

   " It's alright, Lauren" he said, "I know what you ARE".

   He moved slowly and pushed deeply, knowing I was feeling every thrust.

   He began moving deeper and harder, faster and faster, until I knew I
couldn't hold back any longer and I let the sweet throbbing sensations wash
over me like the waves gently crashing on the shore.  I felt my back arch
and uncontrollably drove my mound harder and harder into the warm sand.

   He was so hard now, I could feel his cock begin to swell and throb
inside me, and I waited for, desperately wanted to feel, the warm flood of
his release inside me.

   But he slowly withdrew and and I heard a soft moan as his semen sprayed
across the small of my back and onto the hot sand next to my face,

   He fell softly onto my back, relaxed and sated.

   I felt a soft kiss on my shoulder,

   "Oh, Lauren, I know what you MISSED" he whispered in my ear.

   I drifted off into a peaceful doze with him lying over me, heavy at
first, but becoming lighter and lighter until he was as soft as the sun on
my back.

   After a few minutes or maybe it could have been more inmy euphoric
state,, I stirred, and turned over wanting to finally see what my wonderful
lover looked like.

   Where was he???

   I looked up and down the beach, but as before, I was alone with just the
rolling of the waves on the beach to keep me company.  There were small
indentations in the sand where I imagined the extremes of his ejaculation
had landed, but any sign of his cum had been dried by the hot sun.

   I ran my fingers across my back, hoping to feel a sweet stickiness
there, but felt nothing more than the lotion he had applied earlier.

   Had it been a dream or was he real???

   I didn't think I'd been dreaming and I knew I was still totally aroused
but ..........

   .Almost sadly, I started to pack my things and slip back into my
clothes.

   I wasn't till I picked up my towel that I saw the neat lettering in the
sand ...

   "Oh!  Lauren, I know what you THINK!"
   And underneath in an almost childlike scrawl his name ...  Brian ...