"The Tease," Chapter 1, jacking on the beach

[jaypierpont]

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
swimtrunks, 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 above 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 which 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 laid 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 gentle slopes inside her bikini.

I couldn't resist making contact. I lowered my book, looked up and
said, "Hi, there, I have a question I can't resist asking you."

She raised 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. Tell me, to what do I owe
this pleasure of your company?"

She lifted herself 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."

"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."

"Well then, let me introduce myself. I'm Steve Stone, from San
Francisco."

She sat up, removed her sunglasses and said, "Mary Sames, LA."

I picked up my towel and threw 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 enthusiasm for her was still showing in
my swimming trunks.

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, I blushed. "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 asked.

"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 sense of humor.

"Let's see how serious it is," she said. She reached over and ran her
fingertips along the ridge of my trunks.

"Looks like it's doing some hard time inside that prison in your pants.
Don't you think we should let him come out to play?"

"Mary, I love your sense of humor. Yes, I think we should let him
free."

She touched my erected trunks again, this time encircling the shaft
inside with her hand.

I was only too pleased to encourage her. "But I think you should let
him out to play, Mary. I think he'd like that better."

"I'll only be too happy to give him a hand," she said with a little
laugh. She crawled over to crouch over me, her knees in the sand. Then,
with one smooth motion, using both hands, she pulled my swimming trunks off
my body. My erect penis stood 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 my very hard
penis that now stood before her.

"Well, hello there," Mary said, looking at my shaft. She glanced at me
and said, "It'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 sucked my precum
from it. Then she showed me her tongue, sticking it out from her half open
mouth, flicking it rapidly 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've ever seen, probably four or five inches
long. She smiled at me, seductively.

"Mary, it wants more than a handshake."

I needed no more of this teasing. I wanted her to jack me off, suck me
off, let me fuck her, God, anything.

"Oh, it does, does it? Really?"

She leaned back and put her hand over the Venus 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 long, hard pink
tongue in and out of her moist, pouted lips.

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. "Kiss it. Please, Mary," I pleaded.

She dropped down between my legs, opened her mouth and stuck her
extremely long erect tongue out to touch the base of my cock. She slid it
from the bottom of my prick to the very top, ran it under the ridge of the
crown, then slithered it all the way down the other side-- in one
continuous motion. Then she pulled away, smacked her lips, smiled and
said, "Umm, delicious meat, 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
and 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, warmer, and wetter. The crotch of her bikini panties
shimmered with her love juices.

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, Stevy
boy?"

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

"How about now, Mary. Please. Now?"

"Stevy's anxious, isn't he?"

The red hair of her pelvic bush sparkled in the hot 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 here, now, this moment. If you
don't it might just blow its top."

"Would you like me to sit down on it with my top on?"

"Mary, please, you're torturing me."

"Whatever Stevy boy says." Mary popped 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 how long her nipples were. They were like tiny hard hats,
jutting out from her amazing mounds of firm flesh. She offered me one of
her nipples. I suckled her. I've never had a gay experience but her
nipple was so long and hard, I flashed on what it must be like to give a
man head. 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, licking around its base, massaging her breasts.

She shook them gently in my mouth, and around my face. And as I licked
them she began to moan, "Oh, Steve, oh, unnngggghh, baby. Steve, bite my
nipples. Bite me!"

I laid back on the towel and she kneeled over my head, her titties in my
mouth. 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, harder. There, yes. Now, give them
hickies, suck, suck, suck harder. Mark me!!."

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

Bite my nipples now. Harder!!" she cried out, almost pleading. This
time I bit one of them harder. She cried out, "Oh, fuck, yes!" and turned
to put the other nipple in my open mouth. "Now bite this girl, bite!
Again!!" Steven, yes, ooh, aaahh!"

Her upper body twitched and heaved as if she'd completely lost control
of it. She raised up on her knees, shuffled up toward me so that her pussy
was just inches above my face. Her eyes clouded over as she looked at me
and moaned. Then, just inches from my mouth, she reached down and shoved
three fingers inside her glistening vagina. She uttered a feral sound I
hadn't heard anything like since I was in Viet Nam, like some kind of
jungle bird's mating scream.

As soon as she touched her clitoris, her entire lower body spasmed,
bucking up and down, flying her legs in the air, while she roared her
guttural sounds of climax.

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. Mary fell asleep almost as soon as
she laid down on her towel.

(Ask for Chapter Two. It's hot)