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This is my first posting - I'd appreciate critical
feedback so much. Please respond with comments...

- Thom

Cilantra's Diary 98/11/12

Cilantra lay in the hot sun across a checkered
tablecloth, her eyes shielded by bright blue
sunglasses, her skin tanned and oiled under her
bikini, stroked by a breeze hardly strong enough
to rustle the beach grasses.

She was pleased with herself for finding this
secluded bay, well off the trail leading down the
cliffs from the university, and had lain out on a
very private strip of sand between two rocky
outcroppings. Here she could be alone with her
thoughts.

Behind her glasses, which cut small, perfect
circles against the sky, she dozed and remembered
Theo, the Willing Man. Theo was not handsome,
though he had a certain short, swarthy,
Mediterranean appeal to him, and he was certainly
not the best conversationalist. But there was
something charming about his relentless sexuality,
about his pursuit of her, about his determined
aggression, which was never overbearing or rude
but was always unmistakably there. In their sex
together, he was tireless and unstoppable, and
delighted in teasing her out of recovery from one
orgasm and into new excitement over the next.

Theo was always so willing. She knew he was there
when she wanted him, that he would come to her
when she called - and that he would be hard for
her when she reached for him, which she was often
wont to do when with him. Remembering Theo, she
shifted her thighs and stretched out to her full
length. 

The boys - and she saw them before they noticed
her - came around the rocks on the cliff side past
her cove, carrying skimboards at their sides. 

They found a spot about a hundred yards away,
between the cliffs and the sand, where the water
was shallow, and began skimming their boards
across the water, then racing behind and jumping
on. It was exciting and they laughed and shouted
as they played.

As she watched, Cilantra took notice of the flat
bellies on them, at the line of hair that ran down
from their bellybuttons to the tops of their
bathing suits. How cute! How different from Theo's
coarse masculinity! Though they were obviously
students, and must have been in their twenties,
she couldn't help but think - how boyish! 

It was fascinating. Each one's bellybutton was
tufted with softly flowing hair, or tightly curled
hair, or downy fuzz that she imagined, despite
herself, how it must feel to run one's lips over.
One had a rich, straight dark line of pubic hair
that ran down into his swimsuit like a stream.
Another sported a delightfully bushy tangle,
thickening the lower it went, until it disappeared
into his trunks in the warm promise of a luxurious
bed of wooly curls. 

Their tight, hard, behinds made Cilantra's breath
come faster. And the bulges in front… Cilantra
sighed and smiled. Staring unabashedly from behind
the safety of her sunglasses, she shifted her
thighs again, and reflected on the glory of
masculinity in the blossom of youth.
After a few minutes, one of the boys noticed her
lying at the base of the cliff, watching them, and
shouted something to the other boys. They all
looked up at her, and in a broken chorus shouted
"Sorry! Sorry!" She waved, and they waved and
smiled at her, and began to pick up and move down
the beach, trying nonchalantly to cover themselves
with their boards.

How sweet! Aren't boys wonderful? "Wait!" she
shouted after them. "You don't need to go!"

"What?" Some of them held their hands to their
ears - they couldn't hear her at that distance. 

'Wait! Hi!" 

What sweeties! Cilantra rose and waved, and then
beckoned them to come to her. "I'm sorry! Come
back!" They looked. "It's all right! Come here for
a minute!" Cilantra smiled and took off her
sunglasses.

They walked together up the beach towards her,
five of them, smiling, holding their boards
modestly over their midsections.

When they were close enough, she said, "It's OK,
really, don't leave just because of me. Here,
would anyone like a cold drink?"

She fished into her bag for the drinks she'd
brought, and flashing her most winning smile,
handed them round. 

"Thanks!" 

"Wow!"

She looked round their tanned and smiling faces as
they drank and chatted. Some of them sat down on
the sand, or on surrounding logs. They glowed. She
wanted to take them home and give them cookies and
milk. "Do you come here often?"

"Oh yeah, whenever we can get a break from
classes." Small talk followed. 

Cilantra noticed the boys still awkwardly holding
their boards in front of themselves. "Oh, come on,
really, put down your boards and relax. You're so
shy! Do you think I've never seen a man with a
swimsuit on before? Come on." As they shyly put
down their boards, revealing their swimsuits,
Cilantra noticed that the bulges on more than one
of them had grown noticeably.

They all laughed, the boys a little nervously.
Cilantra saw how a few of them let their eyes
linger on her swimsuit just a little longer than
what was polite - although they were quick to
avert them when discovered. But she smiled warmly
at them anyway - Cilantra was no stranger to the
eyes of men…

Possessed by a sudden whim, Cilantra stood up in
the midst of the group. "I'm sorry - I must be
making you uncomfortable with this swimsuit on.
It's perfect day for a tan- and a deserted beach
like this should be clothing-optional anyway. Here
- can you help me?" 

Cilantra raised her arms above her head, and
reached for the clasp on her swimsuit at the back
of her neck. She was well aware of the effect her
breasts had on men, and the action of raising her
arms made them stand up firmly in her bikini top.
Taken aback, the boys stared blankly, unsure how
to behave. As she fumbled at the clasp, she saw
their eyes move involuntarily to her breasts - and
rest there - and she felt her nipples begin to
rise, sending a trill of excitement down her
belly…

Her arms still above her head, she lifted her hair
away from the nape of her neck. Coyly looking over
her shoulder at one of the boys, she said,
helplessly, "Please?" There was a tone in her
"Please?" that all the boys heard at once.
"Please? Could you get this darned clasp for me?"

The youth, a strapping, dark-haired six-footer,
stepped forward, and with a minor fumble undid her
clasps. Her bikini top dropped to the sand.
Cilantra shook her hair out over her back with her
hands, her breasts standing up proudly, her hard,
tight nipples betraying her arousal. 

"That's better!"

The boys were spellbound. Cilantra made no effort
to lower her arms, but just let the boys' eyes
drink their fill, smiling at them unwaveringly to
let them know their attentions were welcome. She
stepped back onto the checkered tablecloth,
shifting her weight from foot to foot in a way
that she knew made her hips sway irresistibly. Her
nipples reached out to them and tingled. 

Older men would have known what to do at this
moment. Theo would have known what to do! But
these boys just stood there in silent awe. She
giggled as she realized that she could say
anything to them, tell them to do anything, and
they would obey, because they simply didn't know
what to do on their own in this situation. It gave
her a warm feeling of safety - and a feeling of
wicked mischief that caused a wetness down below… 

"Come oonnnnn, guys, you're making me feel so
self-conscious!" The boys laughed and eased a
little, still a little unsure of themselves.

"Oh, I'd better get some sunscreen on me if I'm
going without a swimsuit!" Cilantra reached down
for the sunscreen, her breasts swaying
deliciously, and began to apply it, first to her
arms, then to the tops of her breasts, then the
sides, then slowly and deliberately, every eye on
her, to her aching nipples, which she rubbed
between thumb and forefinger while the boys
watched, jaws agape. Such good, well brought-up
boys! Would they reach out for her nipples? Not on
your life! Would they try to kiss her, touch her,
take her right there on the beach, be rough like
Theo? Not for anything! Cilantra had to giggle
again. The boys smiled back.

"Could you?" said Cilantra, turning to the dark
boy behind her and handing him the bottle of
sunscreen. "On my back. And shoulders."
The boy hesitatingly took the sunscreen bottle,
and squirted a bit out onto his palm. Another boy
caught his eye, raised his eyebrows, and nodded to
Cilantra. "Go ahead, do it…" In small, nervous
circles, the dark-haired boy began to rub the oil
on Cilantra's golden back.

"All over. Go ahead," said Cilantra. The other
boys watched, silently, as Cilantra again raised
her arms above her head to pull her hair off her
shoulders. "All the way up my neck…"

The sun was hot, and the oil on the boy's palm was
warm against her skin. She was beginning to drift
into that half-lidded state of arousal, and a
deeply felt need within her begged to lie down and
let the boys take her, one by one… But they were
inexperienced, they needed direction, they needed
guidance… The dark-haired boy's hands fairly shook
as he rubbed her.

"Here! Let me put some on you!" Turning, Cilantra
put some sunscreen in the palms of both her hands
and reached out for the boy, stroking first along
his smooth and muscular shoulders and arms, then
across his chest, letting her hands linger over
his handsome pectorals, then under the eyes of
every boy on the beach, pinching his nipples
gently between thumb and forefinger. 

He was beautiful. His face was clean-shaven and
smooth. His lips were narrow, but well-formed. For
an instant she was in danger of loosing her
composure, of throwing her arms around him and
kissing him. But all eyes were upon her, and she
was not ready to surrender yet… not yet…

Taking more oil onto her palms, she moved beside
him, her left hand roaming his muscular back, her
right hand rubbing oil onto his tight, furry
belly, over his bellybutton, and following that
dark stream down to the top of his swimsuit.

The youth stared down at her hands, apparently
unable to react but only to accept her caresses,
his eyes half closed, his hands dangling limply at
his sides.

"You're so slim," she whispered, stroking his
tummy in rhythmic circles. "Do you come to the
beach a lot?"

"Yeah."

"You must! You're in such great shape. Wow… Here,
let me do this part… We don't want you to get
burnt… Here - does that feel good?"

"Yeah," He said in a low voice.

Cilantra drew her breath in, and focusing her eyes
on his smooth cheeks and strong jaw, reached down
into his swimsuit below the tanline, rubbing his
tight little underbelly, brushing his firming
penis with the back of her hand as if
accidentally. She watched his face through
half-closed eyes as he felt her touch. 

"How about that. Does that feel good? Hmmm?"

"Yeah," Ron sighed.

"Hmmmm? Yes. It does feel good. I like the way it
feels."

Standing beside the boy, Cilantra now let her
right hand roam at will through his swimsuit,
under the pretense of covering every inch of him
with the oil, her fingers delving into his suit at
his belly and emerging at the tops of his legs,
all the while letting her wrists and the back of
her hand and fingers tantalize his now erect and
scarcely concealed shaft. Behind his swimsuit in
back, she let her hand slip below his suitline,
and began rubbing his gloriously hard, tight
little cheeks in small, sensuous circles.

Cilantra and the dark-haired youth seemed unaware
of the others around them, but though she stared
fixedly through half-lidded eyes at his smooth
cheek and trembling lips, Cilantra was keenly
aware of her audience, and played to them with
skill - and no little dexterity…
At last came the moment when she allowed her
fingers to touch him, and then, with a brief
hesitation, as if surprised at what they had found
there in these swimming trunks, to explore, to
roam up and down his shaft, to enclose the head,
to stroke his tenderest zones as she whispered in
his ear, "Wow. Wowww… Can I touch you there? I
want to touch you there. Please. Oh, pleeaaase let
me touch you there…"
It was no longer possible to contain the boy's
hugeness in his tiny trunks, and, firmly grasping
the base of his shaft in her fist, she pulled him
up and out into the air before the astonished eyes
of the circle of boys. 

His penis was smooth and clean, the shaft dark and
swollen, the head enormous and straining against
her hand. He had now completely closed his eyes in
embarrassment before his friends, but remained
unable or unwilling to ask her to stop. His lips
were parted, and his breath was coming heavier
now, as Cilantra whispered encouragement into his
ear from the side. "Hmmmm. Hmmmm? You don't know
how nice that feels. Can I touch you there?
Hmmmm…"

Soon she was pinching his hard little bottom from
behind, while running her hand freely over his
straining genitals in front. And as she pinched
him, lightly, he made a gentle forward motion with
his hips, which, when repeated, evolved into a
slow but rhythmic thrusting that served only to
push his penis more deeply into Cilantra's oily
grasp.

Cilantra now began to stroke her hand up and down
his slippery shaft in pace with his swaying, and
the boy began to moan softly beneath her
quickening fingers. She timed her pinches on his
bottom to the rhythm of her stokes, so that they
caused him to thrust forward in cadence with her
downstroke, and, her own excitement mounting,
began to kiss the side of his face and neck.

"It feels beautiful, oh. You are beautiful. Can
you feel that? Huh? Do you like that? Can I do
this?" Cilantra's pace quickened to a regular and
sustained rapid stroke, as she breathed
encouragement into his ear. She began now to press
her own sex against his flank, timing her thrusts
with his. 

As Cilantra felt his buttocks begin to clench in
an irregular tempo and his climax approach, she
reached her free hand to his hair in back, and
forced his lips to hers. Still the boys on the
beach sat silently, transfixed by the scene.

"Huuuhn! Oh!" Just as the boy threw his head back,
his body swept by orgasm, his seminal fluid
scattering in the sand before the circle of
astonished boys, Cilantra sunk her teeth hard into
the rounded muscles of his shoulder, pressed her
sex against his thigh, and growled like an animal.

Her arms around him, the boy sank to the sand,
spent. But while attending to the one, Cilantra's
eyes had met the desire in the gaze of another,
and it was to him now that she moved.

He was sitting on a beach log, leaning back on his
arms, something not quite so bold as a smile on
his lips. Standing before him, she removed her
bikini bottom in one deft movement, and laughed at
his widening eyes.

She knelt before him carefully and tenderly, and
placing her hands on both his knees, kissed him
full on the lips. She followed this with soft
kisses to his cheeks, his chin, his neck and
shoulders, then to his shoulders and chest, and
then, as he leaned back on the log, over his tummy
and to the downy softness beneath his bellybutton. 

His swimsuit was black and silky and tight, and
she was delighted to see a long, dark shape
straining beneath it. It was time to play…

To be continued…


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