Message-ID: <13324eli$9807241417@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13324.txt> From: <JOHNSWORDS@aol.com> Subject: RP (New Version) "The Tease" Chapter One JB Mast Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <285f740c.35b7c40b@aol.com> Warning: This story is for adults only. If you’re under 18, go play a video game or take a cold shower. Thank you. Also, this story is copyrighted. None of it can be reprinted elsewhere without written permission from the author. JB Mast enjoys reader response and encourages Email comments on his stories. “The Tease” Chapter One: Sex on the beach. By J.B. Mast Sunset Beach, on the North Shore of Oahu in the Hawaiian Islands, is home of the world famous Pipeline. The most talented, experienced surfers come from all over the planet to test themselves against Its high rolling breakers. This beach also attracts surf bums, renegades and locals who like to party here. It’s a wonderful swimming beach too; white coral sands in a sweeping crescent cove. But the undertow is serious; not for amateurs or the feint of heart. I went there to get away from the crowds of Waikiki with its hoards of overweight husbands and wives wearing matching oversized T-shirts. And the fish-belly white forms, squished up together like sardines in cans, side by side on the beach. I had a new book to read: “I was Amelia Earhart,” and four days to spend in the hot Hawaiian sun, a brief escape from my life as a stockbroker in San Francisco. As soon as I could check into my hotel and exchange my clothes for swimtrunks, I plopped myself down on a big fluffy beach towel about fifteen yards from where the surf ran up and disappeared into the sand. I chose a completely deserted part of the beach. The hot sun felt good. There was a light trade wind blowing. Blue skies. Paradise. An interior voice whispered, “Now all you need is a miracle.” Yes, I thought, this would be perfect if I only had a sun goddess to keep me company. Fifteen minutes later, as I rolled over to rub on some more Hawaiian Tan lotion, a tall slender woman walked up the beach, looked around, and without saying a word, spread her towel about five feet above mine up the slope of the beach. She could have chosen any spot on hundreds of yards of unoccupied beach on both sides and above me. But she decided to spread herself out a few feet above me. She arranged her beach paraphernalia on the towel and proceeded to rub sun tan lotion all over her body. Then she took a Walkman from her purse, put on the headphones, turned on a tape and lay down to read a paper back. I noticed a gold nameplate on her beach bag. It said Mary Sames. I had rolled over on my stomach and pretended to be reading as I looked over the top of my book and up at my new found friend’s beautiful legs. She was a redhead, with soft shoulder length curls. She wore a very brief bikini in a color that almost matched her bronze tan. From a distance she would have looked nude. Her breasts were as perfectly formed as her thighs and feet. Her midriff was firm, flat. She raised her knees to support the book she was reading. Thank you for improving my view, I thought. Raising her knees gave me a chance to see little wisps of red pubic hair that had escaped from inside her bikini bottom. A signal flashed to my brain and alerted every nerve ending in my groin for action. My blood started to travel south. I was wearing a loose fitting pair of swim trunks which were getting tighter every time I glanced at the red pubic hair curling out of her bikini. I tried to get back into Amelia who was inviting me for a flight around the world, but I couldn’t concentrate. The smooth, firm body that was spread out five feet from my face made reading difficult. And by now I was laying on a huge erection. After about five minutes, she rose up and looked around, then quickly glanced down at me over the top of her sunglasses. Then she laid down again, flat, legs spread slightly wider now. I saw a few more strands of red pubic hair had now joined the others for a brief vacation from their home on the warm, gentle slopes inside. I couldn’t resist making contact with her. I lowered my book, looked up at her and said, “Hi, there, I have a question I can’t resist asking you.” She raised up and smiled at me. “A question?” “I was wondering; you could have chosen to sunbath any place on this beach. It’s about a mile long and there’s almost no one on it right now. Yet you decided to lay here, a few feet from me. Would you tell me why?” She raised up on her elbows and looked down at me, her knees still raised for book reading. “Do you want me to leave?” “Absolutely not,” I said. “I couldn’t be more pleased to have you right where you are, but I’m curious why you chose to be so near to me.” “It wasn’t by chance. I followed you from the hotel. I was about to catch some sun anyway and, well, frankly, I like men with nice looking bodies. I decided to follow you because I thought it might be fun to meet you. What better way to do it than to lay down beside you.” “Well then, let me introduce myself. I’m Steve Stone, from San Francisco.” She sat up, took off her sunglasses and said, “Mary Sames, L.A.” I picked up my towel and threw it down next to her and shook her outstretched hand. She had bright green eyes. “Glad to meet you, Steve.” As I shook her hand, I realized my erection was still at full mast. She looked at it and laughed, “Are you just glad to meet me Steve, or is that a banana in your trunks?” I’m not embarrassed easily but for some reason, my hard on made me blush. “I think I’m very glad to meet you, Mary.” “I can see you’re an outstanding man already,” she giggled. “What are you, a stand up comic?” I asked. “I love stand up acts,” she said, “and I can see you do a pretty good one yourself.” “But this one’s no joke,” I said, playing along with her sense of humor. “Let’s see how serious it is,” she said. She reached over and touched my erect penis, still straining to be freed from my swim trunks. “Looks like it’s doing some hard time inside that prison in your trunks. Don’t you think we should let him come out to play?” “Mary, I love your sense of humor. Yes, I think we should let him free.” She touched my erected trunks again, this time encircling the shaft inside with her hand. I was only too pleased to encourage her. “But I think you should let him out to play, Mary. I think he’d like that better.” “I’ll only be too happy to give him a hand,” she said with a little laugh. She crawled over to crouch over me, her knees in the sand. Then, with one smooth motion, using both hands, she pulled my swimming trunks off my body. My rock hard penis stood straight up beneath her. The crown of my cock glistened in the sun, lubricated with pre coital fluid. Mary sat back on my feet to look at all nine inches of my very hard penis that now stood before her. “Well, hello there,” Mary said, looking at my shaft. She glanced at me and said, “He’s awfully big and tall. Can I shake hands with him?” “By all means.” She took the tip of her finger and slowly ran it around the ridge of my mushroom crown. She lifted her finger to her mouth and sucked my precum from it. Then she showed me her tongue, sticking it out from her half open mouth, flicking it rapidly in and out at me like a snake as she touched my cock again and brought her finger to her lips for another taste. Her tongue was one of the longest I’ve ever seen, probably four or five inches long. She said, “Very glad to meet your Mr. Shaft. He has very good taste.” “Mary, he wants more than a handshake.” I needed no more of this teasing. I wanted her to jack me off, suck me off, let me fuck her, God, anything. “Oh, he does, does he?” She continued her tantalizing.“ Well, while you’re asking your shaft whatever could he want beyond a handshake, I’ll just answer a call from the valley.” She leaned back and put her hand over the Venus mound of her bikini bottom and began caressing it in small little circles with her fingertips while maintaining eye contact with me. As she petted her pussy through her bikini, she continued to look into my eyes and flick her long, hard pink tongue in and out of her moist, pouted lips. “Ummm yes, nature calls,” she purred. My cock was crying out for attention. I wrapped my hand around it, holding it just under the head, raising my pelvis toward Mary’s half open mouth and tongue. “My cock needs you to give it a little kiss,” I said. “Well, we wouldn’t want to disappoint our friend, now would we?” she said. She dropped down between my legs, opened her mouth and stuck her extremely long erect tongue out to touch the base of my cock. She slid it from the bottom of my prick to the very top, ran it under the ridge of thecrown, then slithered it all the way down the other side-- in one continuous motion. Then she pulled away, smacked her lips, smiled and said, “Tell Mr. Shaft he has a delicious tasting piece of meat, will you do that for me, Steve?” “Mary, I can’t stand this teasing. I need more. You’re making me crazy.” “I’ve got an idea, Steve. Maybe this will help.” She stood up over me and pulled off her bikini bottom and held it to my nose. The aroma only drove me even wilder with desire. It smelled like the ocean breeze, only muskier, spicier, hotter, wetter. The crotch of her bikini panties shimmered with her love juices. Almost involuntarily, I stuck out my tongue to lick the bikini bottoms she dangled in front of me.. But before I could lick them, she pulled them away to smell them herself. “Ahh, doesn’t that aroma make you crazy, Stevy boy?” Then she put her hand on her pussy and inserted a long finger inside her dripping cunt hole and raised it to her mouth for a taste. She smiled at me, and again began flicking her tongue in and out of her mouth, licking her lips. “This tastes even better, Stevy boy. You’ll have to try it sometime.” “How about now, Mary. Please. Now.” “Stevy’s anxious, isn’t he Mr. Shaft?” The red hair of her pelvic bush sparkled in the sun, hot and wet. Her wetness was running down her thigh. She was standing directly over my face now and so I reached up and licked the sweet pussy juices from her leg. “Why, thank you, Steve. I like a man who knows how to lick a problem.” “Mary, my cock demands that you sit down with him now, this moment. He says you have to do it now or he might blow his top.” “Does Mr. Shaft want Mary to sit on him with Mary’s top on?” “No, Mr. Shaft says Mary should take of her bikini top now. Look at poor Mr. Shaft, Mary. You’re torturing him.” “Whatever Mr. Shaft says.” Mary popped off her top and leaned down into my face. She had the most gorgeous breasts I’ve ever seen (other than one woman I met once in New York called Gen.) I had been amazed at how long Mary’s tongue was but I was even more surprised to see how long her nipples were. They were like tiny hard hats, jutting out from her amazing mounds of firm flesh. She offered me one of her nipples. I suckled her. I’ve never had a gay experience but her nipple was so long and hard, I flashed on what it must be like to give a man head. She moved my mouth to her other nipple and said, “This big girl is jealous. She wants some tongue, too.” I made my tongue erect and danced it up and down the shaft of her nipple, licking around its base, massaging her breasts with the tip of my tongue. She moved her body around so that my tongue could lick and suck all over both her breasts. She shook them gently in my mouth, and around my face. And as I sucked them she began to moan, “Oh, Steve, oh, unnngggghh, babbby. Steve, I want you to bite my nipples. Bite now. Bite!” I layed back on the towel and she kneeled over my head, her titties in my mouth. I took one of the nipples in my teeth and carefully, gently bit on it to satisfy her. I didn’t want to hurt her by biting too hard but she seemed to want more, harder, sharper bites. “No, Steve. Harder. Bite me. Please bite my breasts. There, yes. Now, give them hickies, suck, suck, suck harder. Mark me!!.” I kept sucking and began to experience a strange wild animal sort of feeling I’ve never known before. Bite my nipples now...my hard, big erect nipples. Bite them. Hard. Now!!” she cried out, almost pleading. This time I bit one of them harder. She cried out, “Oh, fuck, yes!” and turned to put the other nipple in my open mouth. “Now bite this girl, bite! Again!!” she cried out, almost in a wail. “Steven, yes, you motherfucker, yes, yes! Ohh, ooh, aaahh!” Her upper body twitched and heaved almost as if she was no longer in control of it. She got up on her knees, shuffled up toward me so that her pussy was just inches above my face. Her eyes clouded over as she looked at me and wailed loudly. Then, just inches from my mouth, she reached down and shoved three fingers inside her sopping vagina. She uttered a feral sound I hadn’t heard anything like since I was in Viet Nam, like some kind of jungle bird mating scream. As soon as she touched her clitoris, her entire lower body spasmed, bucking up and down, flying her legs in the air, while she roared her guttural sounds of climax. She fell to the side, utterly spent and limp. It was one of the most unusual orgasms I’d ever witnessed. I was mesmerized by what had just happened. Mary fell asleep almost as soon as she laid down on her towel. (see Chapter Two) Email comments encouraged. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>