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Subject: Sue's 2nd: On The Dock (F, MF, mast, voy)
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NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only --  so don't read it if you
don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories
should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real
and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let
me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something
that I REALLY like), you can reach me at SueNewHamp@AOL.com ... but I can't
promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real
life! 
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ON THE DOCK...Sue's 2nd
     by Sue

I’ve rented a cabin for my one week Summer vacation. It’s way out in the woods
of Maine, with a path that leads down to a privately-owned beach with a low
dock and a canoe. I’d been there several times before, and it is just the
perfect place to get away from it all, and to recuperate from the rigors of my
work and my increasingly wild and complicated social life. As soon as I pull
into the driveway and drag my suitcase into the bedroom, I walk straight down
to the water’s edge.

It’s so secluded there. Only one other cabin is on this stretch of the
shoreline, and I’ve never seen anyone occupying it. Otherwise, it’s a half mile
to the nearest civilization. As I had done in other years, I feel comfortable
with skinny-dipping in this secluded spot, and so I strip down immediately and
dive into the cool, clear water. It is such a sensual feeling having the liquid
press against all of my flesh, intertwining with my long flowing blond hair and
my arms and my legs and my sparse pubic hair. Immediately, my nipples harden
and become sensitive, and I can feel the contrast of cold water and the warm
flesh of my cunt. The breast stroke is my favorite when I swim in the nude, as
it allows the water to wash deep in between the folds of my labia.

After swimming out a hundred yards, I flip onto my back and float on my back,
paddling slowly back into the dock. The sun beats down on my face, and through
my squint I can see the erect nubs of my nipples floating above the lapping
wavelets.

I pull myself up and onto the dock, and arrange myself on the chaise lounge
chair facing the sun. Then I smear sun lotion all over my body. Once the wide
expanses of skin have been covered, I drop some lotion onto my breasts and give
them a deep and gentle massage, twisting the slippery nipples. Oh, I’m getting
stimulated now, and it’s not long until I squirt lotion into the palm of one
hand and smear it into cunt, and I make circular motions with my fingers that
push and pull my swollen lips back all around. I pull my knees back toward my
shoulders and let my feet be planted on the dock well to the sides of the
chair. Now using the fingers of both hands, I grasp the outer lips and pull
them wide apart, leaning forwards to examine my wet, pink flower of womanhood.
The petals are crinkled and scalloped, and I can see the opening to my vagina
winking open and closed. It is too much for me to hold off, so I insert one
finger deep inside and hook it upward so that it can circle and play over my G
spot. My other fingers dart and dodge all over my unhooded clitoris and inner
lips, and I can feel the flesh inflating with the hot blood of my desire. It is
amazing how quickly my orgasm arrives, I’m sure that I have only been playing
with myself for a couple of minutes. But here it is already, pulsating and
throbbing all through my body. In the solitude, I feel safe in expressing the
beauty of this moment, so I let out deep sigh that slowly transforms itself
into a guttural grunt and finally a rising scream that would probably scare
anyone if they could hear me. But this is exactly how I feel - wild,
uninhibited, and free.

Gradually, I let the muscles of my body relax, and my head loll back. Pulling
my soaking-wet hands out of my cunt, I spread the liquid over my upper thighs
and up to my belly button. Hearing the twitter of the birds over my head, I am
soon fast asleep, dreaming of wild sex with strangers.

Slowly, the dreamy sleep state ebbs from my body, and I become increasingly
aware of reality. But with my eyes still closed, there is something going on
that seems connected in with my dreams. I hear people talking about sex. Where
am I? I though I was alone out in the wilderness of Maine. But I’m sure that
these voices are discussing sex, specifically stories that they have read on
the Alt.sex.stories group of the Internet. Oh my god, these are real people
that read that stuff. So do I, and recently I even posted a story myself (“Me
Doll, You Huge”). They have probably read my story, I realize. Hearing them
talk, it is obvious that they really get off on the wild fantasies. 

Opening my eyes slightly, I squint out over the water to the dock of the
supposedly uninhabited cabin. Sitting on the edge facing my dock are two young
and beautiful people, a man and a woman, maybe 25 years old or so. They look
like they could be magazine models for Calvin Kline: sleek, tanned, and tightly
muscled. Their bodies are certainly easy for me to examine, as they are also
enthusiasts of skinny-dipping. Their wet hair lets me know that they have
already been in for a dip. I must have been deep into my sleep to not be
awakened. 

As I sneak my look at them through hooded eyelids, I realize that what I can
see of them, they can see of me. I am also nude. In fact, I am laying back on
this chaise lounge with my legs still spread to either side, and my cunt spread
wide. Now that I focus attention on my position, I can even feel the cool touch
of the breeze on my damp cunt. Without looking, I know that my golden pubic
hair is matted flat to my pubic mound, stiff with the dried up vaginal juices
that I spread around. My instinct is to pull my legs together and to run away
back up to the cabin. But I feel frozen in this position, and now that I think
of it, it is a little late to be modest, for they have been sitting on the dock
facing me for a while, I guess. They are only 40 or 50 feet away, so it seems a
little silly to become modest and secretive about my body when they have 
already examined it in detail.

So here I am being an exhibitionist, and it is a new and exciting experience. I
can feel the first tendrils of sexual flame coursing through my nerves, yet I’m
not sure what to do about it. So far, they have no indication that I have
awakened. Should I sit up and wave to them, starting a conversation as if this
was a chance meeting in the supermarket?

As I lay there trying to decide what to do, I let myself hear the content of
their dialogue. They aren’t talking about the erotic stories on the Net
anymore. They are now discussing parts of a woman’s body. How beautiful a
woman’s breast is when it is firm and upright, and when it has a kind of
secondary breast that lies just under the surface of the aereola. how perfect
is a nipple when it is hard and straight, with a squared-off end like a pencil
eraser. And how attractive blond pubic hair is, the wispyness that only partly
hides the narrow crevasse of the pink-lipped cunt. How an excited woman’s cunt
becomes engorged with blood and swells up until it looks something like a
fuzzy, ripe peach, juices running down the slice until the drip into the
rosebud of her asshole, and then down onto the plastic cushion of the deck
chair. 

Wait a minute.... did they say deck chair?... WOW, this isn’t an abstract
discussion of an anonymous woman’s sexual parts. They are talking about me, and
through squinting eyes, I look into their faces and see their gazes fixed
directly on my totally exposed  body. Those double-mounded breasts and the
swollen, dripping cunt that they have described with enthusiasm and admiration
are mine. I guess that I am dripping with sexual tension and anticipation, now
that I think of it. This is so arousing being discussed as if I am not here.
And the compliments are making me feel good too. A big part of me knows that I
am an attractive and healthy looking woman, but every once in a while, doubts
begin to creep in. Just a few minutes ago I found myself comparing myself to
these two beautiful people, so it boosts my ego to hear myself praised.

Their appreciation of my sexual attributes has had a not-too-unexpected affect
on them. Dropping my hidden gaze down the man’s body, I can see his erection
pointing straight up into the air, and now the woman reaches over his thigh and
begins to squeeze and fondle his cock. In turn, his hand inserts itself between
her thighs and she spreads her legs. And I thought I was uninhibited to remain
lying there for them to see. Don’t they think I might wake up? Well I guess
they don’t care, or maybe they are hoping that I will wake up. They certainly
haven’t been speaking in whispers, for I have been able to hear every word over
the short expanse of water.

Again I am wondering what I should do next, and my thoughts are preempted by
their actions. I hear the woman say that she doesn’t feel the need for physical
foreplay, that the scenery of the lake and their graphic talk has made her
ready and anxious to have the man start to fuck her right away. They speak so
explicitly to each other! He teasingly tells her that perhaps they should wait
a bit, but she laughs and then pleads with him to get with the program. With
that, she twists around so that she is kneeling on the deck with her rear end
pointing right at me. He kneels beside her and reaches over her ass cheeks and
runs a finger down into the crease of her cunt. Now that they have turned away
from me, I can open my eyes more fully, and this allows me a better view. The
first thing I notice is that both of them are shaved completely. There is not a
single hair on either of their pubic hairs. It makes them seem younger,
although they are obviously not teen agers. And in their current positions, I
can see her cunt looking just like the peach that she saw as my cunt -- pink
smooth and ripe, with the wet split down the middle. His cock juts out and
arches up, occasionally bumping into her hip as he slides his finger back and
forth in her cunt, massaging her clitoris. 

She is obviously enjoying this stimulation, but  she isn’t satisfied by it. She
wants his cock now, and he finally relents to her begging and position himself
behind her ass, toes draped over the edge of the dock. My view of her cunt is
now gone, but is replaced by his smooth ass with rippling muscles fluttering
around as he inserts his cock into her cunt. Once he is deeply embedded, he
shifts his weight onto his left knee, and lifts his right foot up and over her
leg. His right thigh is almost up and over her ass, and now I can see his
hairless balls dangling below his exposed asshole. Since they are both facing
directly away, I lean forwards and crane my neck towards the couple. One finger
begins to toy with my clitoris, but I am too enchanted with the view to pay
much attention to myself.

Now the woman is emitting a sharp grunt each time the man sheathes his long
curved cock deep into the scabbard of her vagina. Her shoulders drop to the
deck, one forearm cradling her head. Her other hand reach under herself and I
can see exactly what she is ding in the shadows of their thighs. She is using
four of her fingers to prod and juggle his balls, and as he saws back and
forth, she extends her thumb  back into her cunt, so that it can rub hard over
her clitoris. The work of her hand results in the reward she has intended, for
now they are both howling and hollering. Maybe this is kind of like what I
sounded like when I was masturbating a few hours ago.

I am amazed at how long they are able to keep this up. They seem so close to
the peak of their excitement, but they hold off having their orgasms. When they
appear to be getting close, the man becomes motionless, and the woman rocks
herself methodically onto his cock. When the time finally arrives, he grasps
her hips and pull her ass hard into his groin as he repeatedly lunges his cock
into her as if he were the piston in a motorcycle engine. I can see his
sweat-shiny ass cheeks glisten in the hot sunlight. His muscles suddenly tense
up and he stops moving as his orgasm seizes control. The woman screams at him
that she is coming as well, and she starts to grind her ass around in a
circular motion.

Just at that moment, the man swivels his upper body around so that he is facing
me again, and his eyes lock with mine. A broad and friendly smile covers his
face, and the tip of his tongue licks around his lips. As his orgasm mounts and
then passes its peak, his eyes clench shut, and he surprises us all by arching
his body backwards, which shifts his weigh enough to pull the woman and him out
over the edge of the dock. Joined together still at the hips, they flail their
arms outwards and splash into the water. And then they sink below the surface.
Where did they go? They have disappeared for at least 30 seconds, and the
surface of the water becomes mirror-still again. With the glare of the sun, I
can’t see through the reflective veneer.

I begin to worry about their disappearance, when they scare the daylights out
of me by launching themselves out of the water like cruise missiles, only 3 or
4 feet in front of my position,splashing water all over my sun-heated skin. It
makes me jump up from my chair, and on impulse, I leap into the air, curling
myself into a tight cannonball, and land next to them in the lake. When I come
to the surface, we wordlessly come together in a three-way embrace. Each of my
hands slides down a back and grabs hold of a hard ass cheek. They do the same
to me..............

It’s going to be one hell of a week here in the Maine woods. I thought I was
here to get away from it all in complete solitude. Now it appears that I’ve
stumbled into a wild and animalistic orgy that will both excite and relax me in
a way that I could only dream about. Will I need any of the clothes that I
brought? I hope not. Time will tell. I’m tingling all over thinking about the
rest of the week.


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