Chapter Twenty Two

 

As it transpired, Barbara didn’t have to arrange anything for Sue, she managed to do it all by herself, with Roger a willing tool. Sue had a fantasy, involving sex and water. She had never indulged in this fantasy, for a variety of reasons, but the main one was that she had never felt comfortable trying anything out of the ordinary with any of her previous partners. She had never for example used a sex toy before the black balls in Belgium, surprising herself with her sexual experimentation. She had found them on a web site on the internet, being delighted with the response, and having more ideas along the same lines but with a variety on the theme. Sue wanted to have sex while swimming. She had seen the movie ‘From Here to Eternity’ on the t.v., loving the scene where Deborah Kerr and Burt Lancaster has been in a very close clinch on the beach. Of course, if they had shot the movie nowadays, there would have been much less left to the imagination. Sue wanted to experiment with her sexuality, considering herself ready to try lots of different things with Roger, as she thought that he was going to prove the ideal partner. She was under no illusions as to the future, appreciating the relationship for what it was, allowing it to develop naturally to see what happened. Enjoy the moment. However, she was no exhibitionist, preferring to keep sexual exploits as private as possible, even if in public.

Sue had really enjoyed the sex on the beach with Roger, and wanted to explore more in the water. The next night they went out for a stroll after dinner, just sitting on a low brick wall on the seafront, bottle of water between them, watching the world go by. As a seaside coaching resort, a lot of older people were going for an evening stroll, maybe to the bandstand, perhaps to the pub, or maybe the theatre, so Sue knew that if she was to be indulged in her sexual fantasy it would have to be a lot later on, when most of the people who were out and about were all nicely tucked up in bed, having enjoyed a lovely day and evening by the seaside on their holidays. She and Roger were quite content, holding hands, not that far away from the bandstand so they could hear the group without paying anything.

Sue said quietly ‘I’m not wearing any knickers. I’m up for a swim later, if you are.’

Roger replied, just as quietly, ‘Neither am I, and yes I am.’

They sat there for another hour, not saying much, content in each others’ company.

‘My bum’s getting numb on this brick wall. Fancy a stroll?’ said Sue.

Without replying, Roger stood up, offered his right hand to Sue, who took it, assisting her getting up off the wall. They both brushed each others’ bums down is as lingering and provocative way as possible, then walked off slowly, holding hands, happy and content with anticipation. It was getting dark now, so they walked along the seafront away from the main areas of social activity, such as pier, restaurants and bandstand. Others were still walking along, so it was too early for what they both had in mind, Sue specifically, Roger generally. He was in for a treat tonight. About twenty minutes walk from the bandstand was a small outcrop. When the tide receded, a small sandy beach was left, protected from the casual walker passing by because it was a little further out to sea. The small bay was a natural one created by the tide, only known to the locals so rarely discovered by visitors. This was their destination.

By this time it was quite dark, only natural light showing as they were quite some way from the path by now. The moon was their only way of seeing, the water making it appear so close, reflecting so they could walk along its path to touch, the moon was so close. But they both had other ideas in mind.

Without saying anything, they walked hand in hand to the waters edge, delighted that it was a low tide so they could see the rock pools. The water was quite warm, with the winter chill long gone. They both easily slipped their sandals off, running the watery sand through their toes, still holding hands, until Sue reached up to take his face in her hands. To assist her, Roger bent down a little, making the pleasure all the greater. Still without speaking, Sue gently used her tongue to prise his lips open, so she could explore his mouth, sucking his juice, swallowing it, caressing his tongue with her very willing one. They were both clothed, but this wasn’t to last too long, because Sue took her arms away from Roger’s neck, shrugging her shoulders so her straps were loose, with only their closeness preventing the dress from slipping down her body into the water. He guided her onto the almost dry sand, so she could lose her dress, so there she stood, completely naked. As well as being knickerless, she had been braless.

Her nipples were standing out in the moonlight, little pink round orbs of pleasure, urging his mouth to make them even larger, so he willingly obliged, lowering his mouth to lick and probe. Very quickly Sue was moaning in pleasure and anticipation, moving his head so he could enjoy her breasts in turn, giving each equal pleasure. She knew that some women regarded their breasts as over sensitive areas, but the only sensitivity of hers was the amount of pleasure that they could receive. She loved the way that his front teeth nibbled away at her nipples, with his tongue behind the teeth giving them even more caress. Each time he gave attention to her in this way he gave her more pleasure, and she didn’t know how her tits could take as much as they did. More, she murmured, and her young stud willingly obliged.

He knew that he wanted some attention, so quickly took off his trousers and shirt, revealing that fact that he hadn’t previously lied – he had been wearing nothing under his trousers.

Sue took his hand, guiding him to the waters edge. She then lay down in the water, allowing the waves to flow over her young supple body. Each flow of water covered her body as she opened her legs to accommodate the warm water, washing her cunt, going into her every crevice, joining her natural juices as they were quickly taken away by each gentle wave. Her head was just above the water line, as she reached up to bring him down to her. Roger kneeled, cradling her head in his left arm, as he played with first her left breast some more, then wandering further down to her still open, willing legs. His fingers probed as they got wet each time each wave broke over his hand, until he knew that he had to do more. He moved his naked body so he was completely in the surf, now the waved were breaking over his crack as well, as he lowered his mouth to her love hole. First wave he spluttered with the water, but he soon became used to the rhythm so he avoided the saltines. Sue rocked her body in time to each wave, conscious that yes, maybe every seventh wave was larger, because she did receive more pleasure after each sixth one. Soon she was beyond counting, as she reached her climax. Poor Roger was almost drowned by this time, as the tide had turned during their oral love making so when Sue’s body went rigid with the intensity of her climax, she clamped his head firmly between her upper legs so lightly that he had difficulty extricating himself when she finally allowed him release. Both were breathing hard by this stage, loving the warm water gently lapping over their naked torsos.

‘Let’s have a swim first,’ said Roger, as he lifted Sue from the shore into the water, walking her hand in hand further out. Naked, they swam together for a few minutes, until Sue took his big prick in her right hand, guiding him back to shore. She then lay him down, looking at him directly into his eyes, as she sat on his chest, making sure that her legs were astride, then  leaning back so she could accommodate his prick as she slowly, very slowly, lowered herself onto his shaft. The water and her own natural lubrication meant that she was able to easily slide up and down, also easy to accommodate the large member that she was getting so used to. The intensity of her feelings took away all other surroundings, as she kept up a steady rhythm, never varying, the image of Deborah Kerr playing vividly in her mind as she imagined Roger to be Burt Lancaster. He was good looking enough to be, and Roger had a lot of stamina so she could keep going for quite some time. Then Roger started to get a dreamy look on his face, so she knew that he wasn’t too far away. Damn, she had wanted this to last for a long, long time, but she knew there was no stopping nature, allowing his climax to take its natural course. But she didn’t vary her rhythm, steadily still working herself up and down, to the lapping of the water. She knew that he was coming, so she jumped off, so she could finish him off according to her fantasy. Using both hands, Sue worked his shaft so there was a huge spurt of come, which she directed all over her face, hair, and mouth. On and on it came, until she had so much she wondered where it had all come from. But she knew, and now she knew what was going to happen. Taking his hand, they ran together into the surf, so she could immediately duck her head under the water, washing it all off into the rising tide.

Exhausted, they walked back to their clothing, hand in hand, as they quickly shrugged them back on. They might be wet, but it had been worth it. Holding their shoes in their hands, they walked towards the shore, through a rock pool.

‘Ouch’, said Sue.

‘What’s the matter, my darling?’

‘I’ve been bitten.’

‘Where?’

‘Sole of my foot. I must have trodden on something.’

By this time they were out of the pool, so Roger went back, using his sandal to disturb the sand in the water. A little water snake swum away behind a rock. He returned to Sue.

‘Better get you to hospital quickly. You’ve been bitten by water snake.’