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Laurra and Shaved Jerry at the Beach (MF, affair)
From: paula37ca@aol.com (Paula37CA)
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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.