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CHAPTER FIVE

Faced with the choice between using the hotel's Olympic-sized swimming pool, or going to the beach, Val opted for the beach. This time she was determined to get herself it genuine Miami Beach suntan. She remembered with mild amusement what had happened the first time she had visited Florida. On their honeymoon, she and Doug had been in Florida almost two weeks before they went to the beach. And then it had been on their last day, just before they flew back to rainy New York. The combination of a string of rainy days, their enthusiasm for sight-seeing, and their own eagerness to fuck as much as possible, kept them away from the beach until the last possible moment. In order to make up for lost time, they spent the entire day at the beach, and came home with second-degree burns.

It wasn't going to happen again. This time Val was going to get a real tan – slowly and safely. She planned to visit the beach twice each day, at a minimum, beginning with halfhour stretches in the sun, and gradually building up to staying out for several hours. She even carried a portable timer with her, setting it for fifteen minute intervals, so that she would get a full, rounded tan, on all sides.

Her most determined effort to achieve that goal, and her deepest secret, was thrillingly daring. Val had bought a very brief, very audacious, string bikini, a few flimsy pieces of paper-thin material literally hung together by strings. A good sneeze was all there was between being very bold and being stark naked. It did not surprise her in the least, even as things were between them, that the bikini was the last thing she wanted Doug to know about. She had it made to order in secret, she paid for it with her own money, and she hid it away inside of her ordinary one-piece bathing suit when she packed. If Doug had ever seen it, she would have been mortified, embarrassed beyond belief. The bikini was her one concession to her vanity.

Bright green, a striking combination for her complexion and hair color, she looked stunning in it when she tried it on. Val stared at herself in the mirror, at the soft, ample fullness of her tits, clearly visible, at the vee-shaped triangle of green cloth which barely covered the dark brown patch of her pubic triangle, and she could hardly believe it was she in the mirror. She looked so damned sexy it made her feel sexy. Without any question, she'd be walking around all day with a drippy crotch if she wore the bathing suit on the beach – if she had the nerve to wear it, which she was beginning to doubt. The bathing suit would be a walking advertisement of her intent. She just wished her intentions weren't so obvious.

Breakfast of bacon and eggs, juice, toast and coffee was sent up by room service, and Val ate it hungrily, surprised at her appetite. After devouring her meal, she was ready for the beach. She gathered her equipment, including a pair of dark sunglasses, and Val was ready to go. At the last minute she conceded to her more conservative instincts, and she slipped on a terry cloth beach jacket. Feeling guilty, but somewhat reassured, she nevertheless vowed to take the jacket off once she found a place on the sand to sun her body. As long as she was essentially free to do whatever she wanted, she might as well go all the way. After all, that was why she was there.

The sun was very hot even though there was a constant, steady breeze cooling her off. She could feel the biting sting of the heat during those infrequent intervals when the breeze stopped blowing. Then the heat would drape her in a stifling, smothering cloud of humidity. Fortunately, these moments were rare, and most of the time she was comfortable, her long dark brown hair billowing out behind her. Even when she could feel the baking, oven like heat of the sand underfoot, the cool, steady wind, blowing in from across the vast stretch of blue-green ocean, licked her almost naked body with its cold tongue, sending shivers of excitement and delight up her spine.

I feel so free! she thought, her flesh tingling at the touch of the wind. All of a sudden, it seemed like spring again. She remembered the time when she was nineteen, on a camping trip with a girlfriend in the woods. They were all alone, and it began to rain softly, the sunlight and rain filtering through the green summer leaves like a mist. Without a word, the two girls had stripped all their clothing off, and ran through the woods, stark naked, their supple young bodies glistening with the clean rain. It felt like that again. Free!

Staggering across the crowded beach, thinking that it didn't seem this crowded six years ago, Val looked for a place to spread her blanket. Still feeling anxious about her bikini, she decided a reasonably secluded spot might serve her best. But not too secluded. She did, after all, want to reap some of the benefits of her daring.

She found a place, three-quarters of the way down the beach, a hundred or so yards from the water's edge. Not that she had any intention of actually bathing in her bathing suit. One good-sized wave, and she'd be in big trouble. Her string bikini was strictly for the beach, and for the benefit and edification of her nearby male neighbors. And there were many of them, as Val had been so careful to make certain there were. After all, that was why she bought the damned thing.

Val spread her blanket, already aware of their eyes probing her with casual interest. Not yet daring to bend over to fix the corners of her blanket, she pressed them down with her foot, then anchored them with several of the other things she was carrying with her. After that, there wasn't much else to do but take off her beach jacket. Which she did.

A thrill went through her, and her cunt throbbed. Deep inside of her, Val could feel a wetness creeping down in her cuntal channel. She tried to ignore it, just as she tried to ignore the whistles and cries and grunts of pleasure which rose up around her. In her thoughts, she was cool and aloof to it all. She stood there, posing unconsciously, her modeling instincts instantly guiding her, staring out at the ocean, trying to pretend to be thinking about going for a swim. Of course she would decide against it, and she turned her back on the Atlantic, arranging herself on the blanket.

The sun felt warm on her almost naked flesh, and tiny droplets of sweat began to gather in the folds and creases of her body. Inside her loins, a fire was raging, and she could feel the wetness seeping out between the thick lips of her pussy. She was terrified that her excitement would betray her and leave a dark telltale stain in the crotch of her bikini. Anyone looking up between her legs would see it… and know. It was bad enough that her tits felt hard and swollen, and her nipples pushed up thickly through the clinging green material, so obvious she might as well be topless. Her clitoris throbbed like a toothache, sending shivers of excitement shooting down her widely spread thighs.

Setting the timer; Val lay first on her back, face up, with her eyes closed tightly. When it rang, dutifully, she turned over on her belly, with the almost naked cheeks of her ass fully exposed, and reset the timer. With her face buried in the crook of her arm, and the warm heat of the sun dancing on her back, she waited for something to happen. She began to doze.

"Excuse me, uh. May I borrow your…"

Val started awake, the unexpected sound of a voice snapping her back like a rubber band. She made a soft sound with her lips, a sound of surprise, a sound of dismay, as she lifted her sweaty forehead up from her sweaty arm. The first thing she did was look at the timer, which was still ticking, proving she had only slept for a few minutes at the most. The next thing she did was turn to her right, craning her neck, staring up through her sunglasses with squinting eyes into the bright brilliant sunlight.

"Yes?"

The man standing next to her, with his toes almost touching the edge of her blanket, loomed like a giant above her. His shoulders were wide, his chest broad, with a flat, narrow belly which tapered down into a brief European bikini bathing suit. Of course, Val couldn't make out any of these details, her eyes too gritty with sleep, the sun behind the man so that his entire body was like a tall, elongated shadow. The sun was just above his shoulder, radiating out with sharp, glittering luster, making it seem as if the man had a halo.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," he said, his voice a rich, deep masculine baritone. "But it seems that I've forgotten my suntan lotion. I was just wondering if I might…"

"I don't have any."

"What?"

"I don't have any. I'm sorry."

"Shit."

"I beg your pardon," Val said, adjusting her sunglasses on her nose.

Curious and open to possibility, Val sat up on the blanket, trying to assess the situation. Coming unexpectedly as it did, with her half asleep, she felt at a decided disadvantage. Also, her bikini had wiggled up on her, revealing the firm, milky-white expanses of her tits, and a dark brown crimp of pubic hair. Tugging the material down, oozing herself back into the bathing suit as unobtrusively as possible, Val drew her leg up, hiding behind it.

"Are you always so rude?" she asked.

"Huh? What do you – oh!" The man shook his head vigorously from side to aide, looking deeply embarrassed. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that for you. I mean, I did, but not the way – oh, shit. I mean…" He sighed. "Oh, the hell with it."

By the time he finished floundering around, Val was close to laughter. "Whatever are you talking about?" she asked, trying to suppress the giggle in her voice.

He shrugged majestically, his broad, bronzed shoulders heaving high, and he slumped down, crumpling into the sand on his knees, half sitting on Val's blanket. Resting his hands on his closed, muscular thighs, his sparkling blue eyes were downcast and abject. Tanned all over his trim, athletic frame, his taut flesh was the color of deep, rich wood. Except for his eyes, and the crimson boldness of his brief bathing suit, he was solid brown, right up to his sun bleached, platinum white hair. He wore it in a loose shag, limp with wetness, glistening as the sunlight caught in the tiny droplets of ocean water. The first thing Val noticed about him was that he was breathtakingly handsome. The next thing she noticed was the long, thick lump his tightly fitting bathing suit accented.

"I've really made a botch of this," he said, shaking his head, not daring to confront Val with his half-lidded eyes. "I feel like a fool."

"What about?" Val asked, intrigued. There was a flutter in the pit of her stomach, the kind of flutter she remembered getting when she was a girl in high school, and a kind of suppressed giggling excitement. She tried to remember how to act; it seemed so long ago, part of another life. "What is it that you are trying so hard to say."

"God, I feel like a rank amateur. Worse. I feel like a teenager." He sighed again, shrugged, and exhaled.

"Well?"

"Believe it or not…" – he tilted his head to the side like a puppy dog, grinning dumbly, squinting – "… I was trying to pick you up."

Val's cunt lips quivered. "I had that feeling. But I couldn't quite follow your technique. I kept wondering what you were doing. What were you doing, by the way?"

He settled himself onto the blanket, as if staking a claim. Sitting with his legs crossed, probably sitting that way on purpose, Val was very much aware of how thick and long his cock seemed in that tiny bathing suit he was stuffed into. Although she couldn't be sure, she didn't think he had a hard-on yet, which was very encouraging. Her tall, handsome visitor was very well hung.

"I was trying to think of a way of speaking to you," he confessed. "You know, trying to find something to say to you. Some excuse or reason to come over here."

"And?"

He looked up, flashing her a dazzling white grin. "The first thing I thought of was the suntan lotion. I figured I could come over here and ask to borrow your suntan lotion. I had it all figured out what I was going to say to you – and then what you'd say to me – and then what I'd say back… and so on. I had it all rehearsed. And – let me tell you – some of it was very clever and witty."

"The mistake I made, however – and it was only a small one – was that I hadn't planned on what I'd say if you said you didn't have any suntan lotion. I hadn't even thought about that. I figured everybody brought suntan lotion to the beach, especially in Miami. So, when you said no, I had absolutely nothing to say back. I was dumb-founded. I had this great – brilliant, in fact! – line all prepared… and you went and fucked it up for me." He shrugged. "So I said shit."

Pleased, Val smiled. "I see."

He looked up at her, a look of perplexity lining his handsome face. "How come you didn't bring the suntan lotion?"

Val blushed. "I forgot."

"Jesus."

Val parried, already deeply into their unspoken boy-girl game. "You should talk. Not even a back-up plan. How confident you must be."

"Ah, but there you're wrong." He wiggled his index finger at her, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief, the grin across his lips full of self-congratulatory mirth. "I did have a contingency plan."

"Oh?"

"Yup."

Val shifted, stretching her leg out in front of her. The crotch of her bathing suit was soaked through, uncomfortable against her flesh, the material pushed up in between the lips of her cunt. She wanted to fix it, to pull it out, but she dared not touch herself there. Not yet, anyhow.

"Well, what was it?" she asked.

"We're doing it now."

"What?"

"My back-up plan was to tell you I had no back-up plan." He was grinning from ear to ear, obviously very proud of himself. "Sounds dumb, I know. But it works. We've been talking now for almost five minutes. Guess you can say it worked, huh?"

Val broke into laughter, despite her attempts at control. "You tricked me!"

He shrugged. "What am I gonna do, right? You think I'm going to let a lovely young thing like you get away from me? No way. I knew we had to talk about something, so…"

Lovely young thing. The compliment made Val's cunt tingle. "Thank you."

"Huh?"

Val shook her head. "Nothing."

He smiled at her. "So?"

"So what?"

"So are you picked up?"

Val thought for a moment, looking at his thick muscular arms, his classically handsome face, and at the enormous surprise his tiny bikini bathing suit promised. She didn't once think about her husband. As far as Doug was concerned, he didn't even exist anymore.

"Yes, I guess I am."

"Good. What's your name?"

"Val. What's yours?"

"Barney. Barney Gordon."

Val shifted her position on the blanket, wondering what would come next, excited beyond belief at the range of possibilities. One of them, logically the least probable, could easily materialize if she had the courage to make it do so. Ironically, it was the one she desired most, and that, more than anything, made her burn with lust. Could she do it? she wondered. Could she say the words?

"Well," Val asked, smiling leisurely, soaking in the sun, a quaking, agitated mass of jelly inside, "what happens now?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On a lot of things."

"Such as?"

"Are you free for dinner this evening?"

"Yes."

"That's one of them."

"And?" The game was driving her mad, and Val twisted the blanket tightly in her hands. Why couldn't she say it?

"And are you free… after dinner?" Barney grinned self-consciously, wondering if he'd overstepped that very fine line in the delicate game they were engaged in. But she seemed so eager!

"Yes," Val said, her throat tight, her palms sweaty. She managed a smile. "In fact, I'm… free right now."

Barney sighed. "In that case, we can go to my room. If you don't mind."

Val was so aroused, she felt literally on the brink of orgasm. She had forgotten, completely forgotten, how much more to sex there was than fucking. She loved it, every instant of it, and she devoured it with ravenous appetite. The blood pounded in her temples, and her entire body tingled with anticipation.

"No," she said; playing her trump card. The flicker of uncertainty which rippled across Barney's face made her asshole tighten and her cunt catch and release. Val licked her tongue around her grinning lips. "We can go to my room. It's closer."

The game was over.

"Oh… I'm coming!" Val moaned. "Oh… oh… I'm coming again… again… oh ohhhh!"

Barney, the expert professional stud that he was, had already made Val come three times, and he hadn't even taken his cock out of his bathing suit yet. He had his technique down to a science: soften them up with a good pussy licking, make them come three or four times, then whip it out, all hard and thick, ready to fuck. By then, most of them were out of their minds with lewdness. And, after he'd fucked them, and made them come a few more times, they were always incredibly grateful… and generous.

Really, he thought, his tongue lapping up and down between the thick hairy lips of Val's pussy, it wasn't such a bad life. No matter what anybody says.

"Oh; God… eat me, baby! Eat me!" Val, squeezing her tits, between her hands, crushing them together, pinching the nipples, then ran both hands down over her belly, until she was cupping her cunt. She could feel Barney's tongue slithering up and down; wetting her fingers with his warm saliva, warming her hands with his hot, snorting breath. She pinched into her slippery flesh, trying to urge another orgasm up and out of her tortured body. In a sudden, spontaneous moment, prompted by her most depraved sexual fantasy flitting across her thoughts, she grabbed onto Barney's head with both hands, and crushed her cunt up into his face. Wrapping her thighs around his neck, she arched her back and humped herself onto his thick, driving tongue. She began to moan again. "Oh, God – lick me… lick me… eat my pussy… I'm going to come again… again… ohhh – oh!"

With the smell of her oozing slit reeking powerfully in his nostrils, Barney stroked his thick, pointed tongue up and down between her cunt lips. He lapped her from the quivering hole of her anus to the top of her clitoris, stopping at her entrance hole to ram his tongue up inside of her. When he did that, Val would quiver all over, moan loudly, and clench her vaginal muscles so that he could feel her pussy tightening against his face. Fucking her with his tongue, hammering it deeply inside of her, flitting it from side to side, he quickly slipped it out, and pulled it up to her clit and began caressing it. The tip of his tongue was a blur against the swollen pink bud, causing Val to come once more. When she was finished screaming in ecstasy, and she was on the down side of the orgasm, he lifted his face from her crotch and untangled himself from her gripping thighs. A combination of saliva and fluids from her numerous orgasms leaked out of her, staining the sheets.

"Wait… please, don't…"

"I'm going to fuck you now," Barney announced, fondling his thick, powerful cock through the tautly stretched material of the bathing suit barely covering him. "Are you ready for me?"

"Oh… yes!" Val moaned, unable to take her eyes from the fat, throbbing, outline of his cock. Incapable of keeping her hands from her unattended pussy, Val began to finger herself on the bed, grinding her hips around lewdly as she masturbated. She watched, her eyes growing wider, her mouth opening in surprise, as Barney stripped the bathing suit off. "Oh, Jesus!"

Barney grinned, always pleased by their reaction to his extraordinary equipment. He slid his hand slowly up and down the enormous shaft, slowly jerking himself off, his own lust beginning to bubble.

"You like it?"

"Like it?" Val's mouth was very dry, and she licked her lips with her tongue. "I… I think it's magnificent! How big is it?"

Barney smiled. "Nine inches."

"Come and let me suck it."

Barney thrust his cock at Val, and she grabbed it with both hands, pulling him to her. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes closed, and she wrapped her lips around the shaft. He tasted hot and sweaty, and she lapped her tongue up and down the swollen organ, until it was all wet and slippery with her saliva. Placing her hands on his hips, she began to pump her lips up and down his prick, capable of taking a little more than half his distended length on her deepest plunges. The cock grew thicker as she neared the base, stretching her lips almost cruelly, filling her mouth with his hardness. At the back of her throat she could feel his cock head expanding across her tongue, and she was consumed with lust by the thought he might come in her mouth. She wanted him to, she wanted to taste his sperm puffing out her cheeks, clotting on her tongue, slithering like warm spittle down her throat. She wanted to feel the powerful surges of his dick throbbing between her lips, and she sucked him deeply, hollowing her cheeks, trying to make him come.

But Barney had other ideas. Feeling the warm, lapping hunger of Val's eating mouth, he bent again toward her pussy, and began to eat her. Balanced on one knee, with the grace of a professional, he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, and managed to lick his tongue up and down her slit. When he pushed two fingers into her pussy while he was hammerging her clit, he could feel Val's mouth grinding down hard in pleasure around his cock. He pulled the fingers out and slid his long, thick middle finger, greased and lubricated by the slippery love juices, all the way up her asshole. Val began to come again.

"Oh…ohhhh! – Ohhhhh!"

In the middle of her orgasm, Barney whirled around on the mattress, and before Val knew what was happening to her, Barney had all nine inches buried in her cunt. He began to fuck her, with long, slow deep strokes which took him from the outer edge of her cunt lips to the deepest point any cock had ever penetrated her body. The moment Val felt the hot tip of his cock prying her open, her interrupted orgasm began to expand rapidly like the concussion from an explosion. By the time he had slipped it all the way in for the first time, with his balls dangling against the tightly gripping, grinding cheeks of her ass, Val began to come again, much better, much more intensely than before. She came again and again, each time Barney's cock throbbed or moved, orgasms spraying like sparks from her snatch with each in and out movement. Wetness oozed from her, gathered in the wrinkled flesh of her pussy, trickled down and dampened her squirming anus. Squeezing down with all her strength, she wrapped the undulating channel of her cunt around the full, rounded length of his cock.

Barney began to come, spraying his orgasm into her pussy, emptying his balls into tie wet hollow of her loins. Pleasure surged up his cock, making him moan despite his professional detachment, and for a moment he lost himself in his passion. He humped her wildly, powerfully, lifting her ass off the mattress with each blinding thrust. Hot, milky-white blobs of thick wet sperm flowed into her, filling her up, spilling over and clotting in her cunt hair.

"Fuck me!" Val screamed, raking his naked back with her fingernails, wrapping her thighs around his plunging hips. "Deeper… harder… oh my God! Fuck me… fuck me! Fuck!"

His orgasm expended, back in perfect control once more, Barney returned to his tried and proven technique. Pulling his cock from her gripping, flooded snatch, he slid down between her thighs, and began to eat Val's pussy one last time. It nearly drove her out of her mind.

After, Barney thought, the familiar taste of his own sperm was on his tongue. I can hit her for the "loan" after. By then she'll be too embarrassed, or grateful to say no. He grinned to himself, driving his tongue all the way up inside of her spermy canal. It never fails.