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Subject: {ASSM} The Tease - Chapter One: Sex on the beach
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 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 swim
trunks 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 from 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 that 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 lay 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 rose 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 lie here, a few feet from me. Would you tell me why? 

She rose 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 lie 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, tossed 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 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.

 Let's see how serious it is,  she said. She reached over and touched the
tent in my trunks.

 Looks like it's doing some hard time inside that prison in your trunks.
Don't you think we should let it come out to play?  She touched my erected
trunks again, this time encircling the shaft inside with her hand.

I was only too pleased to encourage her.  But, as you suggested, I think you
should let it out to play, don't you? 

 I'll only be too happy to give him a hand,  she said with a little laugh.
She crawled over to crouch over me. Then, with one quick, smooth motion,
using both hands, she pulled my swimming trunks off my body. My rock hard
penis popped 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 what now stood before
her. 

 Well, hello there,  Mary said. 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 licked my precum.
Then she showed me her tongue, sticking it out from her half open mouth,
flicking it r 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'd ever seen, probably five inches long.

She said,  Very glad to meet your Mr. Shaft. He has very good taste. 

 Mary, I think he wants more than a handshake.  I needed no more of this
teasing. I

 Oh, he does, does he?  She continued tantalizing me.  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, put her hand over the 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 hard pink tongue in and out of
her moist, pouted lips.  Ummm yes, nature calls,  she said.

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 long erect
tongue out to touch the base of my throbbing cock. She slid it from the
bottom of my prick to the very top, ran it under the ridge of the crown and
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,
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
wetness.

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, Stevey boy? 

Then she put her hand on her pussy, inserted a long finger inside and raised
it to her mouth for a taste. She smiled at me and again flicked her tongue
in and out of her mouth, licking her lips.  This tastes even better, Stevey
boy. You'll have to try it sometime. 

 How about now, Mary. Please. Now? 

 Stevey's anxious, isn't he Mr. Shaft? 

Her red bush sparkled in the sun. 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.   She took off her top and leaned down into my
face. She had the most gorgeous breasts I've ever seen.

I had been amazed at how long Mary's tongue was but I was even more
surprised to see the length of her nipples. She offered me one of them to my
open mouth. 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.

She shook her breasts gently in my mouth, and around my face. And as I
sucked them she began to moan,  Oh, Steve, oh, unnngggghh, baby. Steve, I
want you to bite my nipples. Bite! 

I lay back on the towel and she kneeled over my chest, lowering her breasts
to me. 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 harder. Mark me!. 

I kept sucking and began to experience a strange wild animal sort of feeling
I'd never experienced before.

Her upper body twitched and heaved almost as if she was no longer in control
of it. She got up on her knees and shuffled up so that her pussy was just
inches above my face. Her eyes clouded over as she looked at me and wailed
loudly. Then she reached down and shoved three fingers inside her 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, throwing her legs in the air, while she moaned the guttural
sounds of her climax. Then 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 and how quickly Mary fell asleep beside me.


(See Chapter Two)

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