Late Night Fun...And Some Romance...

I left at about 2 a.m. I had a really busy, boring day of work and

babysitting my cousins, and I was in the need for some excitement. My

good friend, whom had been a past boyfriend but we were still great

friends with benefits, and I had planned for a long time to have a

special night for both of us, not just sex, but romance. I had been

busy, but finally, this was our night. I wanted it to be very

intimate, even though I was rather naughty. I slipped on an old prom

dress that I still had the luck to fit into, even though I am skinny

as hell, and it was short, going up to my thighs. I loved the way it

felt, and I felt myself get a little horny as I imagined being

stripped down. I put on some heels, started the car, and was off to

the other side of town. I was ready for some action.



As I approached his house, I was slow, and turned my headlights off,

parking a little ways off from his window. I knew he was waiting

patiently, because before I could even appraoch his window, he opened

it and stepped out, very quiet. I loved the fact of being sneaky, and

it was really fun being mysterious for once. He grabbed me by my hips

and held me for a few moments, but I couldn't feel him getting hard

yet... so we hopped into the car and drove. He went way ahead of me,

totally lusting me as he wriggled his jeans down in the passenger

seat, pulling out his dick, and stroking it really slow and smirking

at me from his seat. I winked, and then watched as I stopped at a stop

sign. God.... I couldn't take it anymore. "Screw the baseball field."

I thought. "We need to fuck right here, right now." I parked in a lot,

where it was quiet and desolated, and I rolled down the windows a

crack, jumping into his lap with an excited laugh. I wrapped my legs

around his waist, and he slipped his hand up my dress, breaking

through my thin panties and fingering me really nicely. He was gentle

about it, but once I started getting wet, he began to be rough. Every

time he stuck his fingers in a stroked my clit, he did it at a

different speed and a different finger every time. That turned me on a

lot. He pushed me up against the dashboard, spreading my legs a little

as I moaned, cumming in his hands. He took my thighs and rubbed them

sensually, and I could feel myself cumming again and again. I groaned,

"Oh, babe." He kissed my lips and went down to my neck, pulling my

dress down so he could expose my boobs, and he made a soft noise as I

pulled myself forward, grinding up against his dick. It was hard and

thick, and I felt really horny against it. He began nibbling at my

chest as he took my bra off, his hands chilled and pleasurable as he

rubbed my breasts, kissing them sensually. I gasped a little, for it

felt so good, and my nipples got hard as he sucked on them. He lifted

me up on his lap so he could get a better position, and bit and licked

my boobs slowly, until I couldn't bear it anymore. I started groaning

and moaning really loudly, getting wild and dirty. I pushed him away

teasingly, fighting him a little bit, stripping him down, and running

my fingers up and down his chest. He loves that. I took his stiff,

long dick in my hands as I moved down, taking my tongue along the tip.

He gasped softly as I took his dick fully into my mouth, sucking on

it, moving my tongue around as he shoved his cock farther down my

throat. I felt his cum explode all over my tongue as he screamed,

begging me to keep going. I slipped his dick in and out of my mouth,

careful with my teeth, licking his cock all over. He was so horny,

gasping and groaning with each touch. His cum tasted good in my mouth,

and I smirked up at him as he held me close, taking off my dress fully

and stripping me bare. He crawled into the backseat, pulling me along

with him, feeling my body with his fingers, kissing me over and over

again passionately. He spread my legs, moving his tongue along my

stomach and going down to my soaking wet pussy. I squirmed with

excitement as I knew what was happening next. He slurped at my juices,

moving his tongue around to taste all my cum, nibbling and biting at

my clit with ease. I came in his mouth, moaning even louder now, and

he licked and sucked me over and over again for a long time. I felt

myself getting tired, but I kept cumming and cumming. After he went

down on me, he kissed my breasts again, then gently laid on top of me,

moving his dick to the tip of my pussy. He humped me like that over

and over, then stuck his dick inside of me, resting my legs on his

shoulders as he began to go faster and faster. I sat up, wildly

groaning and moaning and screaming with intensity, pleading him to go

faster and fuck me harder. He was quick, his dick slipping in and out

of my pussy, cum everywhere. He got slower and slower, and I felt his

cum all over my legs and pussy. He kept getting gradually fast, then

going quick again, and it was great seeing his face scrunch with

sensational relief as he came inside me. As he finished, he kissed my

thighs and moved all the way up to my lips, touching my tongue with

his as he gave me an open kiss. He rolled to his side, panting, tired,

and held me close to him. I was very tired, but I snuggled up close to

him, his bare body feeling so good against mine. The sexual thrill had

gone away, but still, I can't explain how amazing it felt for him to

fuck me, even though I am a big sucker for romance. We cuddled for a

while underneath a blanket I had brought, kissing for a long time

before we both got back into our clothes. For a while, we sat on the

roof of the car, staring at the stars, in silence. I was curled up

against his warmth, still feeling sleepy, but satisfied. I had been

with him for two hours at least, and I suddenly felt the need to go at

it again. He was surprised when I slipped out his dick and sucked on

it once more, sighing as I tasted his last tiny bit of cum. He laughed

and began to gasp again as I finished, my tongue wiggling on his tip

as we began to be done. He watched me carefully as I sat up, staring

at his eyes. I wiped my mouth and kissed him romantically, holding him

tight against me one more time before I jumped off the roof and got in

the front seat. We didn't talk much, and the radio distracted me. I

was staring into space at the streetlights and stoplights as I drove.



As I dropped him off, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and grinned. "You

know, it was fun tonight...I loved it..." I nodded. "Me too, babe.

Next time you wanna have some fun, I'm here." I could tell he was

exhausted by the bags underneath his eyes as he stared at me before he

got out of the car and closed the door.



Later that night, I got home at around 6. I was beyond tired. I was

getting antsy at the thoughts of what occurred, and I laughed at

myself. I can get turned on really easily again, even after sex... so

after waiting about an hour, I began to finger myself, even though I'd

been fucked. I felt really weird doing it, but I went ahead and spread

my legs, laid on the floor, and rubbed myself, slipping three fingers

in and out, stroking my clit and pussy. I came within seconds and then

crawled into bed. Even though I was still soaking wet, I didn't care.

I was too tired to care. Oh man, I thought, I am just so bad.

Fun Competition With A Horny Friend

This was 5 or 6 summers back and we had decided to take a break in

Spain. We splurged a little by renting a nice sports car but apart

from that made no reservations. We just hit the coastal highway from

Alicante and headed north. For the second week we returned to Alicante

and stayed in the lovely ancient center of the town and then

discovered that the best nude beach around was about 30 miles south at

a place called Marina.



The beach is lovely soft sand and as you walk further from the parking

area it opens into wide open dunes with scrub bush and trees back from

the water. Our first visit confirmed that this was the fun end of the

beach and we enjoyed a little fun each visit. The highlight was I

think the third time we were there.



I have always stayed in touch with a couple that we have enjoyed

sexual action with over the last 10 years, and the wife (Dee) and I

have this fun thing where we e-mail each other photographs from a trip

we have made. The pix have to include a local hunk we have persuaded

to pose with us. The location of the pic is often on a nude beach

somewhere and sometimes pretty explicit. On this day it was windy at

the beach though still really hot. We had a wind break so erected it

close to the water, and with an umbrella over us we were set for the

day. The beach was pretty quiet until about an hour after we arrived

when a young guy parked his towel about 50 feet from us.



It was soon apparent that he was hoping for a little fun so I text Dee

and told her I had some fine eye candy in view. She immediately told

me to get out the camera and share the scenery. My husband and I

laughed at Dee's suggestion and I proceeded to give him a little show

for the next couple of hours. I spread my legs wide, bent over very

blatantly, walked to and from the water right by him as his showed me

a lovely erection and generally had fun. Late in the afternoon the

object of my lust suddenly began to pack up and was obviously about to

leave. Without asking me my husband jumped up and walked over to the

guy. From the hand gestures and pointing it was pretty obvious that

they were having some trouble communicating but a few moments later

the young man smiled broadly and both men headed back towards me. Game

on!



After intros and a little awkwardness my husband grabbed his camera

and told us to relax and just be friends. After several fairly bland

shots of us standing with arms around each other and pretending to

hide/fondle our sexual zones hubby suggested that we lie against the

wind break for a few more intimate shots. At this point I suggested

that we move way back on the beach away from people strolling by the

water. Almost as soon as we lay down my young friend's erection began

to grow quite delightfully. When I took him in my hand my husband took

a close up shot and encouraged him to respond. He did so by caressing

my breasts and nipples, and then spreading my thighs so he could study

my sex. I made the mistake of opening my legs VERY wide so he could

enjoy the view and he immediately just dove in and began feasting on

my labia. As he did this I lay on my side and placed his erection

against my lips. When I licked his lovely purple knob I heard him

groan with pleasure so decided he belonged in my mouth and I wanted a

suitable pic to share with Dee.



I eased his mouth off my sex and told him to kneel beside me so that I

could play with him. His erection was like a rock and pointing right

at my face so I propped myself up on my elbows to lick and tease his

lovely knob. I realised he was close to ejaculating so I sat upright

and grasped his shaft. As I stroked him I fondled his sac and felt it

tighten under my touch.



A lot of women dislike a lover ejaculating in their mouth but I love

the buzz it gives me, and I don't mind the texture/taste either which

was fortunate, as only a minute or so later when I opened my lips to

suck him gently he pushed deep into my mouth and ejaculated his first

stream. I enjoyed swallowing that then I withdrew him from my mouth so

that I could watch the rest of his eruption. The second and third

spurt splashed onto my breasts and nipples as I continued to pump his

shaft. The remainder of his semen coated my fingers and the last drops

he smeared onto my chin and neck as we both laughed at the mess on my

body.



As the excitement faded away he managed to explain that he had to get

to work as a waiter. The good news was that he worked in a restaurant

on the harbor front in Alicante not 10 minutes stroll from our hotel.

As we parted we promised that we would call in and see him before we

left. We did !!

Never Have I Ever

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Sexy Sardinian Beach Fun

This was the outstandingly sexy day of a very sexual holiday in

Sardinia. We stayed on the north east coast in a lovely small house

above a marina. Locals had told us that we had to see the northwest

coast and its endless beaches. This was the day we chose to visit.



The road along the north coast is not great, so we decided to get out

at a reasonable time and spend the whole day on what looked like a

huge beach close to the northwest corner of the island. Having loaded

up our small rented convertible we needed gas so stopped at the

village filling station.



I was dressed for the beach in a short denim mini which fastened with

press studs, and a tight white vest. The filling stations here are

full service so when the old guy who owned it came to fill the tank my

husband asked him to clean the filthy windscreen. While he cleaned the

driver's side he was not very subtle in studying my long tanned legs,

and when he came to my side of the car I felt inclined to start the

day with a little fun. I reached for my bag, and found an emery board

to buff my nails, which of course meant that I would be "unaware" of

him peeking up my skirt. Just to be sure I popped an extra press stud

so that he would have a great start to his day.



By the time the tank was full we had the cleanest screen in Sardinia,

and I'm sure the old guy had a very nice story to tell his buddies in

the bar that night.



The road along the north coast makes it almost impossible to overtake,

so we settled for a leisurely cruise. About 40 minutes into the trip

we came upon a slow moving line of traffic, and as we joined it my

husband was not best pleased, until we realised that the military

transport in front of us had about 15 young troopers on the back. I

had my seat pushed back as far as possible with my feet on the dash,

and it wasn't many minutes before the young guy nearest the tailgate

noticed me.



With the traffic crawling he slowly stood and stretched in a rather

exaggerated manner, then looked down into our little car. I laughed at

him and waved, receiving a lovely smile in return. My husband, of

course, was waiting for a show, so reached over and slid his hand

between my legs, to the absolute delight of the trooper.



Feeling naughty and wanting to give him a little treat I began to pop

the press studs on my skirt until I reached the waist button. If I

undid this, my skirt would fall open and expose my pussy to my young

observer. I paused for a few seconds and looked at my husband and told

him to undo it for me. He, of course, didn't hesitate. He reached

across popped the button, and pulled my skirt away from my body.

Feeling totally in control of this fun situation I decided to finish

the job and pulled my vest over my head and threw it into the back.



Inevitably my young friend shouted to his buddies to look at the show,

and soon I had a group of horny young men leering at my tanned body.

We enjoyed the fun for another 5 minutes or so before the line of

traffic began to move. As a final treat my husband pulled right up to

the tailgate, and I spread my thighs for the boys. With that fun

gesture we reached one of the few passing points and overtook the

truck to a chorus of hoots and blown kisses.

I was very ready for fun now, and remained naked for another 30 – 40

minutes. I was 'caught' by a few trucks that we overtook, and by one

naughty biker who overtook us, spotted the show, and dropped back

beside me on the passenger side. He rode alongside us for several

miles until we reached our destination.



We knew only roughly where our beach for the day was, and arrived

there rather suddenly, leaving our motorcycle escort to continue. The

beach was at a river mouth, and as we parked in a treed opening we

decided to head down the beach some distance from the groups of

locals. After a kilometre we settled against the dunes, with a large

wooded area behind us, thinking we had a nice private spot.



We were enjoying a cold vino when a fisherman came down the beach

towards us. He stopped about a hundred yards away and began to reel in

fish almost immediately. As we watched him I said to my husband 'I

wonder what he's catching'

Never one to miss a chance he said 'Go ask him', so I set off towards

the fisherman, completely naked, except for sunglasses and a glass of

wine!!



He was unaware of my approach as he faced the ocean and I almost lost

my nerve, but stopped at his catch bucket and asked 'What fish' in

tourist Italian. When he turned to see a naked young woman 10' from

him he was speechless. He was 70 at least, with the weathered features

of an outdoors man. I had to smile as he eyes roved up and down my

body before he stared at my shaven pussy. I wondered if he had ever

seen such a thing at his time of life.



When I repeated my question he came to the bucket and knelt in the

sand, lifting a large specimen to show me. When I stepped up to look

at the fish his face was precisely level with my pussy, and he began

speaking rapidly in Italian lacing his words with gestures and the

universal kissing action.



As he continued to gaze at my labia, I realised he wanted to kiss my

pussy, which had not been part of my plan when I walked down the

beach. He looked so sweet kneeling there, however, that I couldn't

refuse him, and took one step forward. As I looked over my shoulder to

see what my husband was doing, I could see him holding our camera

taking a video of my encounter. Whilst I looked away the old man took

his opportunity and kissed me roughly on my pussy. Before I could

react he grabbed my butt and pulled me towards him, pushing his tongue

into my lips. When I recovered and gently pushed him away he looked

too delighted for words. As I left him to return to my husband I was

quite happy to have made an old man's day.



Although the video was pretty poor given the distance, my husband was

happy and horny, and enjoyed playing with my very moist lips. He

eventually brought me to a lovely orgasm, which left me sleeping like

a baby within minutes.



When I woke my husband was flat out, so I decided to shake off my

towel and stepped into the dunes so that it didn't blow all over him.

As I did, I found a guy lying in the beach grass directly above us. He

had obviously been spying, and had ejaculated in the last few minutes.

He was still semi-erect and a string of semen lay across his thigh

leading to several large wet spots in the sand.



I should have been angry, but I was still feeling aroused, so stood

looking at him, as he began touching himself again.



He was a lean tanned guy and had an attractive cock, which was busy

growing to be very attractive. I was still pissed at my husband about

something that had happened the previous night at a bar, so I decided

to take a little sweet revenge right here and now.



I simply took my towel and lay beside him flat on my back, raised my

arms over my head and waited for his reaction. I didn't wait long as

he turned to me and climbed on top. There have been a few times in my

life when I enjoy the act of allowing a guy to simply use my body. I

can detach from the act almost, and observe it erotically as if I am

not involved in the act. I think maybe a prostitute must do something

similar.



When he eased himself into me he wasn't fully erect yet, but when he

braced himself on his outstretched arms and began to slide in and out

I could feel him grow longer and harder with each stroke.



Since he had ejaculated only minutes before I hoped he would hold off

whilst I enjoyed him. He fulfilled my hopes by bringing me to a lovely

orgasm in the classic missionary position. As I climaxed he lifted my

legs onto his shoulders, and began to thrust harder and deeper into

me. I love this position after orgasm, and knew that he would soon

come again. He certainly enjoyed himself as he managed to hold out at

least 5 or 6 minutes before eventually pulling out at the last moment,

aiming his semen at my open pussy and leaving my lips covered with

creamy streaks.



He was long gone before my husband woke, and I had already dipped in

the ocean a couple of times, so any trace of semen on me was washed

away, and I never did tell him about it. Some secrets are good for the

soul!



When we walked back to the parking area a large family group was

loading two vehicles, and one of the guys was my beach lover. A rather

large woman was giving him a hard time about something. If only she

knew half the story!!!



It was a fine holiday encounter. Anonymous, sexual, and very satisfying!

Sex Vacation to Asia

My first sex cation was to Angeles City in the Philippines.



As the story goes I wanted to go on a real vacation because I had

accumulated some vacation time from work. For the first time in my

life, I had an employer who would give me 5 weeks of vacation and so I

wanted to do something with those weeks. At first, I checked out Italy

and some other places. The thought came to mind that I might spend

thousands of dollars but not get laid at all. Come on, guys, you know

what I mean. You spend a lot of time, a lot of money, but come out

empty handed.



I had been surfing the internet at the time and learned about a few

places accidentally where guys go for sexcations. One of the places I

learned about was Angeles City. My first trip to Angeles I stayed at

the Orchid Inn back in 2004.



Angeles City consists of two things...the bars where you pick up the

ladies who are essentially cheap prostitutes and hotels where you fuck

them. At the time I went in 2004, it cost about 30-50 dollars to hire

one for the night if I remember correctly. The government over there

checked the ladies and registered them. They had to wear their license

around their neck while working. They checked the lady's age and did

some type of medical tests as well.



Filipinas are not for everyone. Some people dont like their looks, but

it was a wild time for myself. As soon as I put my bags up in the

hotel closet I was down at the bars and picked up my first lady within

15 minutes. She was 19 years old with a tight body. There wasnt much

kissing. I just wanted to fuck and that we did. It was really kinky

and she stayed with me all night long.



Over the course of two weeks, I hired 2-3 women each day. I would hire

one when the first few bars opened up at around noon and that I called

the dayshift. I would fuck them for hours, kick them out and go back

out for some more. All told, I probably fucked 30-40 women within a

two week period and was completely worn out by the end. All the women

were basically 18, 19 and 20s at the prime of their sexlives with so

much energy. The Filipinas love Americans and it was easy to get along

with them. Most all of them spoke English too.



Angeles City is a dirty place which looks a lot like TJ in some

places. It resembles what you think a third world country would be

complete with beggars on the street. Poverty everywhere. On the other

hand, inside the hotels were not bad. As long as you stayed in the

hotel you were fine. So really...AC is only a place you go to fuck.

There isnt much else to see there.



Well, I went back 5 times to Angeles City and each time it got wilder

and wilder. The first few times I went I couldnt get anyone to do a

3some, but after learning the ropes it wasnt a problem as long as you

ask the right questions and look around hard enough.



Around 2009, I made my first trip to Pattaya Thailand. The Thailand

women really know how to fuck and have these really nice porn-like

bodies. Much better looking then the filipinas. However, the Pattaya

women are all about money and they are 2-3 times more expensive than

the Filipinas. Sure, the Pattaya women will stay with you all night

long and do 3somes, but its sure going to cost you. I found the

Thailand women more about wanting my money than wanting me. They were

cold and more business-like. It didnt seem like a GFE experience...not

like how it was in Angeles City. Pattaya is a beach resort area and

you can have a "real vacation" unlike Angeles. Hit the beach and

explore by day...fuck by night.



I had fun in both places. Both had their advantages and disadvantages.

Liberal reporters like to bash Pattaya and Angeles City saying they

are human trafficking destinations. Believe me, the authorities in

those countries are all over the scene and regulate the prostitutes.

They conduct spot checks at each bar. There were quite a few times

where I saw their police force going right into the bars in an obvious

manner and making sure all the women were registered properly. All of

the women have to be registered with the government and wear

identification cards around their neck. I never met a woman in any of

those destinations who was there against their will. In fact, the bars

put up help wanted signs outside their bars bragging about how much

money the women could make. Its true. The women who work in those bars

make more money in a week then what they could make in a month at a

real job over there.



These destinations are straight up good old fashioned places of

prostitution. Its pretty straight forward. Get a room at a local

hotel...dont find the most expensive hotel, just get one which will do

the job. Hit the bars and the women will approach you hard. Actually,

you have to walk a few feet away from the bars or what happens is the

ladies physically grab you. There will, of course, be some "runners"

which are women who take off from the room earlier than you want.

Those women want to find another guy to make more cash. That will be a

given so count on it. However, the majority are good to their word.



Angeles City was better as an all out fuck experience whereas I felt

Pattaya was better for an all around vacation experience. Either

place, you get laid any time you want. I would work out before

traveling to these destinations You will be worn out within days if

you dont



My advice is to go there while you are still young. A lot of older

guys go, but believe me, they can't enjoy it fully. A young guy in his

20s would be fucking every minute while the older guy would grow tired

after the first few experiences. Angeles City is the place to go if

you want sex...a few other destinations are good too but Angeles is

the one place where you can get it done at the cheapest price...

My First Sex With Sister's Help

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.