We were by now thoroughly sticky and sweaty, but there was no remedy.
The party seemed to
be getting better and better, and it was clear that it was going to be
a long time before they left.
Fortunately, one of the bushes cast a more than adequate shadow, and
we retired to the
shade, crawling deep under the bush to avoid getting terribly sun burnt.
We had absolutely nothing to do, as we could not even talk to each
other, because our voices
were sure to carry to the partygoers. We slept for a while in each
other's arms, and woke up
about four hours later, judging by the position of the sun, but the
kids were still there. Partly
because we had no alternatives, and partly because we were both
feeling horny again, we
started another series of leisurely lovemaking sessions, interspersed
with rough fucking, driven
by pure animal lust. We were both sore from too much screwing by the
time the party around
us started breaking up. It was getting dark by the time they had all
left and we could crawl
from our hiding place.
We still had some distance to cover to the place where we'd hidden our
clothes, and it was
pitch dark before we got there. I normally make very sure that I can
find my hiding spot again,
but I did not count on having to find my marks in the dark. We
searched for a good while, but
in the dark all the dunes and bushes looked the same. We would have to
get home just as we
were, which was easier said than done. The part along the remainder of
the beach was easy
enough, because there was no lighting, but as soon as you move off the
beach, you have to
go through a picnic area which is fairly well lit, and then another
kilometer or so to my house,
with street lights all the way. We decided to hang around in the dark
on the beach until things
quiet down a bit, and then make a dash for it. Fortunately it was a
warm night, with almost no
breeze to speak of, so we weren't cold.
When finally we decided to go, we started off by walking, the idea
being that we would save
our breaths for when we ran into people, when we would make a dash for
it, but we did not
walk for long. As we entered the picnic area and walked past one of
the ablution blocks, we
almost walked into a group of about five people who were sitting
behind the building where
we could not see them from the beach. They were initially just as
surprised as we were, but
then started pointing at us, laughing raucously. We broke into a
sprint, but had to run right
through them to get to the street we needed. Two of the guys grabbed
at her arse and
bouncing breasts as we did this, and one of the girls made a grab for
my dick, which had in
the interim decided that the situation was very erotic, and was
sticking out straight in front of
me. This did not make running very easy, as it was swinging wildly,
slapping against my body.
We ran until we were around the first corner, and started walking
again. The streets were not
as well lit as I thought it would be, and I decided that we may get
less attention by not
running. In this way, we nonchalantly walked past a number of people,
with many never
realizing that we were naked. In some cases, we heard gasps, followed
by pointing and
laughing, but we just carried on strolling casually. About four times
as cars approached, we
hid behind shrubs on the pavement to avoid getting caught in the headlights.
All went reasonably well until we were about a block from my house
when a group of kids
noticed that we were starkers, and started following us, making a lot
of noise and drawing
attention to us. I did not want them to see where I lived, and
whispered my plan to my
companion. We increased our walking pace until we'd opened up a gap
between us and them,
then quickly made a run for it. Before they really knew what had
happened, we'd ducked into
one of my neighbours' garden, quickly rounded the house and had only
two fences to scale to
get to my back yard. The first one was not high and we vaulted over
quite easily, arriving in my
immediate neighbour's back yard where he and his wife were having
sundowners on the
patio. We were illuminated as if in broad daylight by the strong
spotlight they had on the
garden as we dashed over the lawn, waved 'hello' at them and climbed
over the fence to my
yard, my erect dick still bouncing uncontrollably.
Fortunately I never put the house key in my pocket when going to the
beach for fear of losing
it in the sand, so I could retrieve it from its hiding place. However,
as I approached the door to
unlock it, she stood in front of me with her back against the door,
preventing me from going
further. "Screw me right here, right now" she almost growled, "I'm so
fucking hot I cannot
wait one more minute!" clamping her legs around my waist with her
right arm around my
neck, her left guiding my stiff member into her sopping wetness. She
started bucking her hips
like someone possessed until I started thrusting with my pelvis, the
back door rattling loudly
with each thrust, broadcasting our actions to the neighbourhood.
Within just a few strokes,
we came almost together, with her announcing loudly to all in the
vicinity that she was coming,
interspersed with obscenities. Clearly she had grown tired of the
quiet sex we'd been having
all afternoon, and was making up for it in one go. She'd ejaculated
again, and her fluids were
dripping from her arse and my balls, forming a gooey puddle on the patio floor.
I quickly unlocked the door and pushed her roughly inside, because she was a
nymphomaniac now, and loudly demanded more. Not that I had anything
against giving her
more, but I did not want all my neighbours to know about it and
witness it to boot. I quickly
shut the door behind me, seeing the heads of my neighbour and his wife
disappearing behind
the fence we'd jumped over a couple of minutes ago. Perverts!
Inside, I found her lying on the double bed, legs open as far as they
could go, pointing at her
glistening wide-open pussy, licking her lips suggestively and giving
me an exaggerated wink.
This bird was insatiable, and I'm but a mortal man! I simply couldn't
give any more, and no
amount of coaxing would bring my poor, abused willy back to life, so I
did the only thing I still
could, and dived in between her open legs, my tongue darting like the
rapier of a swordsman
in mortal combat. She too was coming to the end of her powers and it
took quite a tongue
lashing to bring her off. This time her orgasm was not nearly as wild
as the previous one, and
she came with a timid, but drawn out, "Oooooooh!" I collapsed next to
her on the bed, and
just managed to switch off the light before I was asleep.
The next morning I awoke with the sun streaming in through the bedroom
window, and my
first instinct was to shower and brush my teeth, as I was sticky with
perspiration, dried semen
and pussy juice, and my breath smelled like day- old cunt. While I
prepared a light breakfast, I
heard her showering as well, and she joined me in the kitchen, still
naked and with wet hair,
with the (perfectly justified, I guess) excuse that she had nothing to
wear. "I used your
toothbrush - hope you don't mind" she said. "I simply had to brush!"
After breakfast I dressed, and managed to find an old T-shirt for her,
miles too big, but good
enough. The fact that I could see her tits through the arm-holes when
she lifted her arms was
an added benefit. Unfortunately all the pairs of shorts I had in the
house were too big for her,
and we settled on a colourful printed sarong my sister or somebody had
once left there. She
had no panties on under it and it was a great source of amusement to
me as we walked to the
beach to retrieve our clothes, with sudden gusts of wind exposing now
a perfect arse, then a
clean-shaven pussy.
This time we found our clothes easily enough, and we started back.
Somehow, however, the
marathon session of the previous day had taken its toll, and the most
adventurous thing we
did was her walking back in her sarong again, not bothering to put her
clothes back on, and I
could again appreciate the superb performance she and the wind put up
for me. I walked a
couple of paces behind her for most of the way to better enjoy the show.
We had to rush to make our flight back to Durban, and my last
excitement of the weekend was
gently fingering her pussy on the flight back when I discovered that
she had not bothered
putting her flowery panties back on under her now severely creased
skirt. The plane was
almost empty, so our little activity did not get noticed, although one
of the stewardesses gave
me a knowing look, and winked at me when we disembarked.
Inside the terminal building, we said good bye and went our separate
ways, both knowing
that back at work on Monday, we would have to tread very cautiously.