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          Amateur Night

               by

          Pamela Lewis

     We first saw the sign on the "strip" as we headed towards
the beach.  The sign in front of the lounge said "Amateur
Night-Mondays".  Craig teased me that I should enter.  It was said
in a joking way that meant he would laugh it off if I did but also
meant that he wished I might take it serious.  I wasn't particular
interested in showing my body to the world (at least not more than
you could see in my bikini) so I laughed and we changed subjects. 
It was early on Saturday morning and the strip looked gaudy and
lifeless in the sunlight.  It needed the darkness of the night for its
light to come on and bring it to life.  All the people were either still
home in bed or already staking their claims to sections of the beach.

     Craig and I were staying at a nice place right on the beach. 
I was a little nervous since this was our first weekend together.  We
had been only dating about a month and a half and were just getting
use to each other. Sex was just starting to get good as we learned
each others likes and dislikes.  This weekend was a big step for us. 
I had been looking forward to it since Craig had suggested it two
weeks ago.

     There is something so sensual about the beach...the hot sun
warming, the pounding of the waves, wearing skimpy clothing, the
night life of the bars, a strange bedroom where you don't have to
clean up afterwards.  I always over indulge all my appetites at the
beach.  I eat too much, drink too much...

     We arrived at the hotel and checked in.  Our room was high
up in the hotel, overlooking the beach.  As Craig set the bags in the
room, I opened the sliding glass door to the balcony and stepped
out.  It was going be a beautiful sunny day.  I couldn't wait to sit
out on the beach.  Craig disappeared into the bathroom and I swiftly
changed into my bikini.  It was a white strapless number cut high on
the sides that really set off my tan and dark hair well.

     Craig exited the bathroom as I was collecting my things for
the beach (lotion, towel, glasses, book, etc). He let out a wolf
whistle and I just laughed.

     "That's worth the three hour drive alone!" , he said.  He
came up behind me as I continued to pack my things for the beach. 
His hands encircled my waist and I leaned back against him.  The
beach would still be there in another hour (or two?).  His hands slid
under the top and pulled it over my breasts.  Both hands took a
breast and started to fondle them.  I purred.  For two minutes we
just stood there, him slowly fondling my breasts and me leaning
back against him.  I could feel his bulge staring to grow against my
backside.  He was kissing my neck, and finally I turned around so
that I could return his kiss.

     "You definitely have too many clothes on for the beach", I
said.  "How do you ever expect to get a tan like that?"  I started
unbuttoning his shirt.  He just stood there with his hands on my
breasts while I unbuttoned his shirt and pants.  I lowered his pants
and he still did not make any move to let go of my nipples, which
he was rolling between his fingers.  "If I don't get some help, we'll
never get you undressed" I told him. He reluctantly let go and I
pulled the shirt off his shoulders and helped him step out of his
pants.

     We hugged, his hairy chest against my bare chest, and
walked to the bed embracing.  Craig fell back onto the bed with me
on top.  His hand entered the back of my bikini bottom and I lifted
momentarily to allow him to remove the them.  I reached down and
pulled his jockey shorts down and off his legs.  We kissed again as
his hands went over my bottom and I reached for his cock.

     He gasped into my ear, "Sit on my face."  Not an invitation
he would have to repeat twice, one of my favorite things is to be on
top of a man's face, it gives me such a feeling of control and power. 
I waked on my knees up to the headboard and lowered myself on
his tongue.  I looked in my reflection in the mirrored wall over the
headboard.  In the background, I could see the ocean wave out over
our balcony (we were up too high (23 floors) to see the beach or to
worry about being seen from the beach).  Craig's tongue soon had
me dancing on his face.  The room's temperature was swiftly rising
from both the heat we were generating and the open door to the
balcony.  My reflection was covered with sweat as I continued to
roll on his face.  I had a few small orgasm and built to a large one. 
After I came back down, I rolled off his face (he did need to breath)
and curled up by his side.  His face was covered by my juices as he
held me close.

     Craig got up from the bed and walked to the balcony. He
closed the door and turned the air conditioner on high.  "You are
just to hot to handle", he joked.  "We have a nice view of the ocean
from here.  I hope we get to see it eventually up close."  I could see
that he needed relief from more than the heat.  I got out of the bed
and joined him in front of the sliding glass door.  I put my arm
around him and looked out at the ocean.  I bent down and took his
cock in my mouth.  After a couple of licks, I dropped to my knees
and started to take him into my mouth.  His hands reached into my
hair.  After a few minutes, Craig said, "I didn't work you up and get
you all wet for nothing.  I want to take you right here on the carpet,
where we can both look out at the ocean." I knew that this was
Craig's way of being nice to me.  He knows that I don't like to suck
cock to completion.  I just have never developed a taste for sperm. 
I moved forward on my hands and knees to the edge of the glass.
Craig dropped to his knees and slid his cock into me from behind. 
He leaned forward over my back and I could feel his breath on the
back of my neck.  He thrust and I tried to match his rhythm.  He
had been denied too long, and the pace quickly picked up.  Each
thrust, I would open my eyes out onto the ocean.  When he would
withdraw,  I would close them again and back up trying to keep
him inside.  Soon, we both were reaching a crescendo.

     Coming back to our senses, I shakily got up and returned to
the bed.  I picked up my discarded swimsuit. A quiet afternoon on
the beach was a perfect prescription.  I started to head to the shower
but Craig stopped me, "Let's go down now."

     "But I need to clean up first", I replied.

     "But you look beautiful with that just fucked look. All the
men will be so jealous of me.  Besides, we can let the ocean clean
us."  Craig reached into his bag and pulled out his swim trunks.  He
looked worse then I did, with my dried juices still on visible on his
face.  I quickly slipped back into my bikini and brushed my hair.
We grabbed our things and headed for the elevator.  In the elevator,
I could still smell our sex in the confined area.  Part way down, the
elevator stopped and a middle- aged couple joined us.  The men
kept sniffing around, not quite able to place the smell.  When we
got off, we both broke into laughter.

     Reaching the beach, we set our towels and things down. 
The beach was already crowded and we ended up fairly far up it
before finding a suitable spot.  I noticed more than one male's head
turn (and a couple female's as well) as we walked down the beach. 
Craig and I both ran into the ocean and splashed around.  We swam
out a little bit and rode a couple waves back in.  I got out and
toweled myself off and Craig wasn't far behind me.  He helped rub
the suntan lotion into my body and then I returned the favor.  We
laid out the rest of the afternoon.

     Later, rested, showered, and refreshed, we went out to
dinner and than to hit the clubs.  I just love to dance and the drinks
and the music kept flowing.  At 1:30 a.m., we were still going
strong.  The dancing and the drinks were making me hot, so I did
not object when Craig suggested a moonlit walk on the beach.  It
was quite bright out that night, being near the full moon.  We
walked arm in arm.  We could see that we weren't the only ones
with that idea as there were other couples walking down the beach. 
Craig suggested skinny dipping and I punched him (lightly) in the
stomach.  I was slightly drunk but I wasn't that drunk.

     Instead we headed for a sand dune.  But once again, we had
not been alone in the thought.  We heard moaning coming from
behind some brush.  Craig put his hand over my mouth before I
could speak and guided me down onto the sand.  We crawled to the
rise of the dune and looked over.  There was a couple in the middle
of the act.  She was on her back in the sand with her legs spread, he
was in between them pumping furiously away.  They were not far
from the point of no return.  She was a cute blond who was very
young.  She had her dress hiked up to her waist.  Her blouse was
open and her bra and panties rested on the sand next to them.  He
was tall, very young too, and had a medium size cock.  He had his
pants and shorts pulled down to his knees and was busy pumping
her and grabbing her breasts.  She was the one we had heard
moaning as she continued to "Ohhh" and "ahh".  Craig had lain
down next to me and his hand reached into my blouse (I hadn't
worn a bra that evening).  I was getting quite flushed, watching
their illicit act.  The boy's groan joined the girl's and with one final
thrust he came to rest upon her.  Craig had unbuttoned my shirt
most the way down and was working on my pants.  His hand slid
into my panties and he could tell how excited I was.  I could feel
him rubbing his bulge against my leg and knew that the show had
affected him too.  The girl buttoned up her blouse and pulled on her
panties as the boy pulled his pants back on.  She did not bother to
replace the brassiere, instead slid it into a small bag that was off to
her side.  They rose and walked off hand in hand.

     Craig said, "I want you now, right there!"  We slid down the
dune from our vantage point and took the spot so recently vacated. 
I lowered my pants and removed my already unbuttoned blouse. 
Jack had dropped his pants and was raising his shirt over his head. 
I pressed my body against him and our mouths joined as the shirt
cleared his head.  I pushed him down to the ground on the exact
spot the couple had lain.  There was no need for preliminaries.  I
was already soaking.  I grabbed his dick and guided it straight into
my pussy.  I like being on top (especially when it means not getting
sand all over myself) and was soon riding away.  I tried to keep our
volume down, considering the noise that had attracted us in the first
place, but Craig was being no help, repeating "Oh yeah" over and
over.  We did not last long and soon I collapsed on top of Craig,
both of us spent.

     Craig whispered in my ear, "I think we have company too!" 
I heard giggling and looked up the dune.  A couple of young (early
teens) boys were up there getting an eyeful.  I blushed deeply and
quickly grabbed my blouse and slacks.  I dressed quickly, forgoing
my panties as they had disappeared in the sand.  Craig dressed and
tried to comfort me.  The young boys had scurried away, realizing
they had been found out.  By the time we had walked back to the
car, I was not really upset about having put on a show.  The more I
thought of it, the more I thought how I had enjoyed the show put on
for us.  We returned to our room.  After a quick shower, we fell
into a blissful sleep.

     I woke Sunday morning to a glorious feeling.  Craig was
between legs, lightly tonguing my pussy.  I kept my eyes closed
and just enjoyed the sensations in a half awake, half asleep state. 
He tongued me for over fifteen minutes before my moaning gave
me away.  I finally opened my eyes and watched him continue his
work.  I said, "Now!" and he rose above me.  Where the other sex
had turned into raw animal passion, this was slow, unhurried
lovemaking.  He slid into me gently.  We kept up the slow pace for
over a half hour.  Almost imperceptibly, the pace picked up. 
Finally, we both came and just laid in each others arms.  What a
way to awake.

     It was already noon before we left the room.  We grabbed a
bite to eat and went back to the beach.  Later, we walked by the
dune that we had used last night.  Craig held my hand tight.

     Sunday evening, we went out to eat again (we had a three
day weekend so we wouldn't have to head back until Monday
evening).  I had on a white halter dress.  Craig was being most
attentive.  At the restaurant, his hand slid under my dress and he
caressed my thighs.  I was having a hard time eating my salad as his
finger wormed under my panties and entered me.  He would
discreetly remove his hand from under my dress whenever the
waitress approached.  After she cleared the salads away, I excused
myself and went to the ladies room.  I could plainly see how
flushed I looked in the mirror.  I removed my soaking panties and
put them in my purse.  Craig rose when I returned to the table and
helped me with my seat. Sitting, his hand quickly discovered the
reason for my little trip and his face lit up with a smile.  After
dinner had been cleared away (I can't even remember what I had!),
the waitress asked if we would like dessert. Craig teases me by not
removing his hand for her final visit and said that we were going to
go somewhere else for dessert.

     When we got in the car, Craig's hand once again slipped up
my dress.  My excitement was overpowering.  I just wanted
release.  I could smell myself in the confined space of the car as he
drove.  His fingers kept teasing my clit, but always stopping short
of giving me release.  I was tempted to reach down and finish
myself off.  Craig pulled the car into a parking lot.  I looked up
expecting to see the hotel, and was surprised to see that we were
near the edge of the strip.  He had driven us back to the strip joint
that we had seen as we drove in.  I didn't particularly want to go in,
in fact, all I wanted was to go back to the room and fuck.

     "What are we doing here?' I asked.

     "I thought that since you had stimulation all night, now it
was my turn." he replied.

     "I don't want to go in there,  I want to go back to the room."
I whined.

     "Why do you want to go back there when the night is still
young?", he teased.  He wanted me to say it.

     "I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard and often NOW!" I
answered.

     "But what about me?  You've had all night to get hot and
bothered and I want to have a little fun now." he said.

     "I'll do anything you want as long as you take me back to
the room NOW!" I was running out of patience.

     "Anything?" he teased.

     "Anything!" I replied.

     "Okay, but I want you to do something special for me." he
gave me an evil grin.  I was to hot to notice and just nodded my
head.  He started the car and headed back to the hotel.  "I want you
to help me live out a fantasy. I want you to enter that amateur
contest tomorrow night." he said.  I was almost shocked back to
reality.  But I decided to promise him anything, whether I would
actually do anything was another story.  His hand had once again
slid up my dress and was stroking me.

     "Okay, I'll do it, just give me relief." I told him. He picked
up the pace a bit and I finally came.  But he kept working his finger
in and out.

     When we arrived back at the hotel, I was ready to come
again.  He pulled his hand out though.  We walked to the elevator. 
I could see a stain on the front of my dress.  I couldn't believe how
hot and bothered I was, especially after having had so much sex that
weekend. Luckily, we didn't run into anyone.  When we entered the
elevator, Craig pulled his zipper down and ordered me to suck him. 
I obediently dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out.  I
engulfed the head with my mouth, unconcerned that it was a glass
elevator (the glass was smoked so it was unlikely anyone could
have seen anything anyway).  Craig may have talked a good game,
but he was not totally unaffected by our night out.  He was rock
hard.  When we reached our floor, we quickly ran to the room
(Craig didn't even zip back up).

     Craig was all over me as soon as the door closed. We didn't
even remove our clothing.  I just hiked my skirt and Craig later
untied my halter to get access to my breasts.  Craig dropped his
pants and undershorts to the floor and pulled me down to the carpet. 
He entered me hurriedly, as I raises my legs over his head onto his
back.  This was exactly what I needed.  He pumped furiously into
me.  It reminded me of he couple we had witnessed the night
before.  I came and kept coming. Craig finally shot deep into me
and we both just laid spent on the floor.

     Craig started to harden in my pussy.  "what are you thinking
about?" I teased him.  His cock throbbed within me and he started
to stroke again.

     "You, and how great you'll look up on the stage tomorrow."
he replied.

     "What makes you think I will do it?" I asked.

     "You wouldn't go back on your word, besides, it's a long
walk home" he kidded (at least I hoped he was kidding).  He rose
up, helping me to my feet, never disengaging.  We carefully walked
to the bed and then laid down on it.  It was a much slower pace then
our previous frenzy.  When we had finished, we fell asleep in each
others arms.

     I awoke with a similar sensation to the morning before. 
Craig was once again between my legs and I was already starting to
juice.  We made slow love again and drifted back to sleep.  We
finally arose from bed after 1:00 p.m. and ate.  Craig suggested that
I call the office and take another day, so that we might further enjoy
tonight's experience.  I had been hoping he might drop that.

     "I'm not to sure I really want to go through with that" I said,
hoping he would let me bow out gracefully. Things were going
pretty well between us and I didn't want to screw them up too
badly.

     "But you promised.  I think that you will enjoy it. You
certainly have enjoyed all the stares on the beach, and on the dance
floor the other night.  You were excited by watching that couple
and I bet if you are really willing to admit it to yourself, that you
were excited having those two boys watch." he argued.

     It was true, I do like the stares, whether it be at the beach or
on the dance floor.  I wasn't too sure about the two boys watching
us, however, I had certainly enjoyed the show the couple put on.

     "I'm not saying I will do it, but another day would be fun." I
conceded.

     "As long as you are not saying that you definitely won't" he
said with a smile.  Craig and I both called our offices and took an
extra day.  We returned for another day on the beach.  Craig was
very attentive, occasionally slipping his hands into my suit.  I kept
pushing him away as I wanted to rest and I knew I couldn't think
straight with an itchy pussy.

     As the sun began to set, I knew I was running out of time. 
Craig joined me in the shower and immediately dropped to his
knees and buried his face in my mound.  He certainly was not going
to make it easy for me.  I dressed for dinner in blue jeans and a
blouse (I wasn't going to make it as easy as the night before for him
either.  I even wore a bra!).  We ate at a nice seafood place.  Craig
tried to keep pouring liquor into me but I paced myself.  I had been
thinking about what he had said.  I had a fantasy about being a
stripper, but I wasn't sure I wanted to turn it into reality.  I figured
that the lounge would be dingy, the women slutty, and the men
would all have beer guts.
CaroleAT@aol.com


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