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 SHAVED JERRY  AND  LAURRA  AT THE BEACH

JERRY AND LAURRA HAD BEEN EMAILING EACH OTHER FOR YEARS. JERRY WAS ALWAYS
SENDING NAUGHTY STORIES. LAURRA WAS ALWAYS WET FROM READING THEM. THEN ONE DAY
IT HAPPENED. LAURRAS HUSBAND DID NOT SHOW UP FOR WORK. 

"Ms Laurra, we've done all we can to find your husband. We even called out the
National Guard, and the dogs. We searched the delta and the mountains. He left
without taking any personal possessions, and hasnt been  put any charges on
your Visa card. His vehicle was left abandoned alongside Interstate 5." This
was the regular police reply Laurra got to her constant question: why cant you
find my husband?

Then one day the phone rang, it was Sgt. Shaver. "Ma'am, we have been in
contact with a nationally renoun psychic named Sylvia Brown. Who says your
husband  is no longer on the planet. He hasnt been killed or harmed in any way.
It appears he was abducted by aliens. As you will recall his car radio was
still blaring when we found it, and it was tuned to Art Bells station, you
know, that nut that has a talk show  about aliens, the quickening, and all that
far out stuff. Im sorry ma'am, thats all we come up with. We are closing the
investigation unless new leads turn up."

"Well, thank you for all youve done officer." Said Laurra tearfully.
What do I do now? She thought. Right off she sat down at her computer and
checked her e-mail. Lots of letters. And sure enough, there was one from
ShvedJerry. Her penpal from way back.

Her buddy list indicated that Jerry had just signed on to AOL.
Sending him an instant message, they started to chat.
Jerry was happy as can be that her husband was no longer around.

"Why dont you come down to Los Angeles for the week? We can get to know each
other in person, " encouraged Jerry. "

"OK, pick me up at LAX Saturday at noon. Can you really get me a beach cottage
for the week?"

"Certainly Hon, my friend has one he lets people use. I'll pick you up at the
airport at noon."

"How will I find you? I have your picture but people often look so different in
person than in their picture."

"I'll be wearing a red golf shirt and tan shorts. I'll be waving a flag",
he said, putting a little smiley face at the end of this message.

"Good enough, see you then!"

And they signed off.

Before Laurra knew it she was on a jet from San Francisco to LosAngeles, LAX
International. It was only an hour flight. Just enough time to have a package
of peanuts and a can of diet Coke. Barely had time to use the bathroom before
they were told to fasten their seatbelts for the descent to LAX.

It didnt take long for Jerry and Laurra to find each other. Laurra had a tiny
carry on bag and the San Francisco Chronicle was tucked under her arm. She saw
a man in a bright red shirt with a flag held high. They smiled running towards
each other and  gave each other a huge huge hug! 

"So, we finally meet! Lets head for the beach house and take a walk on the
shore. Hope you brought your bathing suit."Said Jerry eagerly.

"Oh Dear, I didnt. The water at San Francisco is so cold, I didnt think about
swimming." Replied a rueful Laurra.

"Dont worry about it, there are plenty of nude beaches within walking distance
of the cottage."

They grinned and were on their way in Jerrys Corvette.

The cottage was immaculate. They found some cold cuts in the fridge and a 6
pack of beer and decided to have a picnic. Laurra changed into shorts and a
halter top, no underwear or bra. Who needs it here?

The beach was packed directly in front of the cottage. They headed south,
ducking errant beach balls all the way. The air had that odd salty smell only
the ocean can produce. There were men in Speedos. There were women in bikinis.
There were a few women who forgot to wear their tops. Laurra felt a little
strange here. She didnt know where to put her eyes. Jerry told her to just
enjoy the sights and dont stare too long.

They walked about a mile down the beach and came to a rocky outcropping. When
they went around it, there were very few people here. But it was very distincly
different than where they had been.

"How do you like the nude beach?" Asked Jerry.

"Its different! " She said."Ive never been to one before.!"

"After lunch lets strip and go for a swim, would  you like that?", he said with
a grin.


"Maybe after a couple a' beers." She said sheepishly. Jerry set up the beach
chairs and Laurra got the lunch stuff out of the insulated bag.

Laurra couldnt help noticing this  dude about 200 feet away, confidently
striding about with his manhood proudly displayed. His entire body was tan, and
without tanlines. He had blue eyes and a head of unruly blond hair, the color
matched his curly pubic hair. He was surf fishing.  He noticed Laurra looking
at him trying not to be rude. He smiled and walked on down the beach looking
for the perfect place to land a fish. His strong  muscled buttocks kept her
eyes riveted. She felt bold now. 

 Apparently, the beer was having an effect. She felt relaxed and wild at the
same time. Invigorated by the ocean air and refreshed by lunch, she was ready
to take on the day.

"I'm hot, mind if I remove my top?" asked Laurra, hoping to make her way to
full nudity little by little.

"Not at all, if  you feel comfortable go ahead. Im going to strip now, OK?" And
Laurra shook her head yes as he disrobed.

The other walkers were sans clothing too. And they were carrying bota bags
filled with wine, or pocket flasks, or  beer. One guy shared a joint with his 2
lady companions while their good natured Golden Retriever sauntered  along
behind  waiting for treats. 

Woozy from all the beer, Laurra suggested a dip . "Im starting to feel like Ive
had to much to drink. Its the hot sand and beer," she removed the rest of her
clothing, only a pair of shorts.

"A dip is just what we need." So they went in up to their chests.  Jerry had an
errection for which he did not apologize. It held firm, and she allowed him to
hug her to him. The errection found its way between her legs. But was not
insistent. Her female parts and nipples felt achy and swollen with excitement.

They chatted, watched people going by, and noted sail boats in the area. A
patrol plane roared by overhead.

Then it happened. Their first kiss.  There was plenty of tongue . And they were
completely hypnotised by the intensity of the act.

When they began to chill, they went back to the beach  and packed up. They
walked further downshore til the foot traffic died down.

Against the sand cliffs they saw a robust and very sweaty man between the legs
of a woman on her back. They were rutting like wild animals, with great gusto.
Jerry and Laurra smiled and wondered what that couple was on to make them bold
enough to copulate in plain sight. It was erotically moving. They kissed again.
Since no one else had come through this little inlet in quite awhile, they made
camp again. And finished the donuts and beer. 

Surreptitiously they ogled the love makers. What would they do next? They did
every position in the Kama Sutra. And kicked up the sand, as they put on their
show for Jerry and Laurra. Just a few feet up the beach from where they stood,
they noticed a tan brunette female, rather well endowed. She sat up slowly,
stretched and removed her sunglasses. Then she got up and walked into the ocean
to enjoy it, also in the buff. They tried not to stare but it was difficult not
to. The woman had a wry smile, knowing they were embarrased and titillated at
the sight of her. It gave her a sense of pleasure and power over them.

I'd love to feel the sand on my breasts and all over me ", propositioned Laura
with a  smile.

"I can take a hint.' quipped Jerry. "Lie down and I'll cover you up. Dig your
feet in til you hit wet sand. "  

Being covered so securely like this was a very secure feeling indeed, like
swaddling to a baby. Individual grains of sand rolled over and about her, each
grain giving a relaxed happy feeling like a professional massage. Jerry stared
down at her. He began to realize that over the years he had fallen just a
little in love with her.

She looked so appetizing with her mounded full breasts covered in sand. He
flicked just enough sand away to expose her nipples and pinched each one
lightly. She giggled and moved her legs a bit.  A hole opened right at the
crotch. Rather conveniently. It enticed him.
Should he take liberties with her? They had just met. Yet the hundreds letters
had made them intimate acquaintences.

Taking advantage of the situation, he knelt down and cleared her crotch of
sand, and played with her clit.  She giggled and moved her hips more. Again
sand fell off. When he inserted two fingers into her  and finger fucked her
right there on the beach within eye sight of people walking by, she felt the
beginning of a BIG-O. 

His male member was straining and begging for attention. She moaned and
otherwise coaxed him. He lay on top of her, kissing her mouth that was shaped
like a red valentine. Her long curvy lashes shielded her closed eyes.

"Go ahead Jerry." she whispered.  "Its a magic moment."

Brushing the sand off her, they lay skin to skin. He took aim and entered her.
Slowly, as she was wet but very very tight. In a couple of minutes they were
both panting for air while reaching a heady climax.

They continued to lay on the sand, the sun lower, the air cooler, they napped
for awhile. Jerry looked over at the serene Laurra and began to speak.

"Sweetie, I had planned to take you out on the town tonight, dancing or
whatever.But  I'll save that for tomorrow. I dont think we could top our day at
the beach."

"I couldnt agree more." added Laurra.


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