Mike
written by:
Deb4164

I had been seeing Mike for a couple of months and, while we hadn't had sex, I realized that if we were to continue then the relationship would have to change for both of us. I had met Mike at the local bookstore while browsing for something to read. He had struck up a conversation about the book I was holding and, after I decided to buy it, casually invited me for a cup of coffee. It seemed natural to accept so the relationship had started. I had my doubts at first. Mike was older than I; a lot older. Still, he was attractive in a ruggedly mature way and looked like he kept up his body. He was serious most of the time but had a way of smiling, not just with his lips, but with his eyes, that made it seem that we were the only two people in a room.

That first coffee date was followed by several dinner invitations and eventually some trips to the theater. Through it all Mike had always acted the gentleman, been very attentive and considerate, and, well, just comfortable to be around. When we went out he had a way of puting his hand on my shoulder or waist that exercised gentle control and implied his at least temporary ownership of me. His kisses were soft and tender in the beginning, not perfunctory, but delivered with affection. Recently, however, the kisses had become a bit more intense, the embrace a bit tighter, and the pressure of our bodies against each other fuller in contact and unspoken promise. Mike was certainly not the only one becoming more stimulated as I was often left breathless after feeling his restrained erection pressed against me while we kissed and I unashamedly rubbed myself against it to express my appreciation. There is a limit to how long this can go on and I sensed that the time for shared intimacy was at hand.

I had decided that the next time he brought me home I would let him start kissing me as he normally did and then swing the door open behind me and back us both into the house and down the hall. That never happened.

I was idly running through this scenario in my mind one evening when Mike called. "Hey, honey," he started off, "how would you like to go to San Diego for the weekend? We can catch a bit of beach time, take in Sea World, and I reserved tickets for a play at the outdoor theater in Balboa Park."

I tried to hide the excitement in my voice as I casually (I hoped) said, "Sure, Mike, sounds great! Where and when?"

I wrote down the times as he gave them to me but my heart was pounding with excitement and a touch of nervousness as I thought to myself, "Okay, this is showtime!"

*******

We arrived in San Diego in the early afternoon, Mike grabbed our rental car, and we proceeded directly to the hotel. After checking in and getting settled in the room I looked expectantly at Mike for the next cue. Mike smiled and suggested that we grab showers, have a late lunch/early supper and then go watch the sun set over the ocean. I nodded assent and headed for the shower.

"Yeah, right!", I thought to myself as I undressed in the small bathroom and stepped into the shower. "What you really mean," I continued to myself, "is grab showers, screw, and then do the other stuff." I stood under the hot shower and checked myself over. From the neck down I keep my body totally smooth. I had shaved well that morning in anticipation but did a last minute check anyway and touched up a couple of places that seemed to need it. When I was done I stepped out, dried off, and, anticipating that I would soon be flat on my back with legs spread and knees up, didn't bother getting dressed but just wrapped in a towel. With more confidence than I felt I stepped out of the bathroom, turned to Mike, and said, "Okay, your turn."

Mike went into the bath and closed the door. To settle my nerves I stepped out on the small balcony to the seventh floor room for one of my occasional cigarettes. When it was finished I checked below and then flipped the butt out into space and watched it float down to the street below. I still felt very nervous. I didn't mind the idea of screwing Mike but first times can be awkward. I was still standing at the railing, looking over the view and anticipating the next step, when I felt Mike's hands slide around my waist from behind and pull me back and against him.

As his lips kissed gently from my right ear down the neck to my shoulder I relaxed against him and laid my head against his left shoulder clearing his path. I was expecting him to draw me into the room, destination the bed, but was shocked and surprised when he instead reached up and untucked the towel I was wearing and allowed it to fall open. I had still not recovered from the surprise when one hand found my breasts, along with the sensitive nipples, while the other softly stroked my belly.

It all felt very good, but I was seriously conscious of the fact that I was full frontal nude on a seventh floor balcony, getting felt up, and watching small figures pass on the street below and, worse yet, seeing other people standing on their own balconies in a right angle leg of the same hotel. Mike seemed oblivious of all this and continued as if we were totally alone.

I wriggled against him hoping that he would get the idea to go inside but when he didn't get the hint I said softly, "Mike, I think that there are people watching us!"

Mike chuckled and replied, "Yeah, and the women are all wishing they were you and the guys are all wishing they were me. Just relax and enjoy!"

I was about to object further but felt my breathe suck in sharply as his hand wandered between my thighs, wet a finger in my sopping vagina, then traced purposefully up the folds of the lips to begin an all out assault on my clitoris. After that I stopped caring about anyone else as my whole body warmed to the sensations of skillfully rolled nipples and the pounding in my swollen clit. He held me gently but fimly, still kissing my neck,shoulders,and upper back until I finally exploded in his arms and sagged back against him. He expertly applied pressure in just the right places with each dying spasm. When they had fully subsided he turned me around and kissed me deeply while stroking my back and buttocks. Finally he led me inside.

My head was still spinning a little and I was breathing rapidly. I stood there inside the room conscious that I was fully nude and that whatever this man asked of me I would willingly provide. I started moving toward the bed but stopped when Mike spoke. "Let's not rush things," he said, "we have plenty of time. Let's grab that meal and then go watch the sunset."

I weakly assented as he looked through my suitcase before tossing a pair of loose legged shorts and a tie-in-the-back halter top onto the bed for me to put on. He watched as I got dressed, if you can call that dressed, and then pulled a tshirt on himself. He was already wearing loose athletic shorts so we both slid into flip flops and headed for the car.

*******

We were almost alone in the seafood place, being there between the lunch and dinner crowds, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. The food was great, I was still in the satisfied afterglow of orgasm, and we both got a little more playful and relaxed after having crossed some of the barriers on the way to intimacy. After Mike signed off on the check we proceeded on to the beach.

We wandered down the beach hand in hand then arm in arm, pulling away briefly then bumping our bodies into one another, laughing like a couple of teenagers. I barely noticed that the beach crowd was thinning out until I happened to notice that we were seeing more bathers again and that several of the women were sunning topless. I glanced over at Mike questioningly and he calmly said, "We passed the clothing optional sign about 300 yards back."

I was still digesting that as we passed fairly close to a mixed group playing cards on a large blanket. Glancing sideways I could plainly see that not a single one had so much as a stitch of clothing on. Trying not to stare I could only wonder why Mike had chosen this particular stretch of beach to walk on.

We reached a relatively vacant part of the beach and Mike spread out a blanket for us to sit on. There was one blanket about 30 yards from us but it almost looked abandoned. The sun had not yet started setting but made a beautiful picture hovering over the far off horizon of the undulating ocean. Mike had his arm around my shoulder and I leaned against him contentedly. He moved his mouth close to my ear and whispered, "The first thing we have to do is let those beautiful breasts of yours breathe!" I stiffened in surprise as I felt his hands releasing the ties of my halter top but by the time I had hissed an objection he was folding it up and laying it on the other side of him.

My ex-husband and I had often skinny dipped with close friends of ours and I didn't mind if Mike saw me but I had never been semi-nude in a public setting before. I leaned even closer to Mike, moved one arm to block any view from the other side, and glanced around surreptiously to see if anyone was looking. They weren't.

No one was very close to where we were sitting and the other folks mainly seemed absorbed in what they were doing, paying no attention at all to us. This was obviously the norm here and actually felt pretty good once I got used to the idea. Mike was certainly enjoying the sight of my bare upper body and I was enjoying his enjoyment. As the sun sank ever lower I could see people leaving the beach which was an immense relief. We were virtualy alone when Mike turned to me and said, "Let's take a quick dip before sunset."

It was phrased more as a statement than a question and I had a moment of panic when I saw him sliding his shorts off. It was the first time that I had ever seen his dick so couldn't help taking an inventory. It looked to be nice and thick, still retaining the foreskin which has always been a turn on for me. Mike gave me no time to respond but stood up saying, "Come on, I promise you will enjoy it." Looking quickly around I could see that there were no other people within at least a hundred yards so I hesitantly removed my own shorts and then took off quickly for the water.

Once safely in the water it was really very pleasant except for the temperature. The west coast waters are always fairly cold and I could feel my nipples hardening in response. We played around in the water a bit, playing tag while feeling each others bodies, but when I began to shiver Mike suggested returning to the blanket. He had brought a large beach towel as well and dried me off before drying himself. I started to reach for my shorts but Mike, asking instead of telling, stopped me with, "Please, Deb, don't put them back on yet. Let's sit here naked and watch the sun go down."

I sat back down beside him and watched the sun sink into the ocean. Despite being naked I felt safe and secure leaning against him and sighed as his hand gently moved to cup my breast. We sat there together as the sun disappeared and was replaced by a gorgeous full moon that turned the deserted beach and rolling ocean into a silvery wonderland. That was when the other couple wandered past.

Neither of us had seen them approaching and when the guy announced their presence with a "Hello there!" I was too shocked to respond. They stood there introducing themselves, naked as the day they were born, until Mike replied, "Hi, I'm Mike." I managed to stammer out a "I'm Debbie" without much enthusiasm. Rather than going away they just stood there talking about the beautiful sunset and what a warm moonlit night it was. I was trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing, and succeeding, I think, when they finally said their goodbyes and went back to their own blanket, the one about 30 yards from ours.

I was looking over that direction in hopes of seeing them leave but instead saw them engaging in what was obviously an amorous embrace. Things were a little indistinct in the moonlight but I could certainly tell that they were caressing each other and I found myself staring in their direction. When I saw the girl lie down and draw the guy on top of her I gasped in disbelief then nudged Mike and whispered, "Look!"

Mike chuckled softly then replied, "It isn't polite to stare. Besides, why watch them when we can do our own thing?" If I hadn't understood his meaning it would have been obvious when he turned me slightly and half lay me across him. He stifled any chance of my objecting by covering my lips with his and kissing me deeply. I relaxed to his kiss and did not resist as his hands began roaming my naked body. Breaking the kiss I moved to nibble his ear and caught a quick look at our "friends". From the movement of the guy's ass it was obvious that he was delivering some long slow strokes and the very sight of it caused my pussy to spasm and the juices to start flowing.

Mike's hands were not idle and my free arm traced over his chest entwining in the thick black hair. I bit him playfully on the neck when he slipped his hand between my thighs but parted them to ease his access. I felt his cock stiffening under me, so with a quick check to make sure our "friends" were still busy I rolled to lie beside him and ran my hand down his stomach, across his abs, and cupped his balls while stroking the base of his dick with my thumb. When he slipped two fingers inside me I drew his mouth to my breast where it found a distended nipple while slipping my own hand around the shaft of his erect penis and stroking slowly up and down.

He let out a soft moan at this so I moved to the engorged head where I traced the rim with the back of a fingernail. He seemed not to be all that long but was quite thick and hard as a rock. I moved his lips back to mine and gave him a full passionate tongue kiss before pulling away, swapping ends, and then straddling him from above. Tossing my hair over my shoulder I lowered my face and took him in my mouth letting my tongue encircle the head and swirl around it. I lowered my hips until my open pussy met his lips and felt the delicious excitement as his own tongue explored the crevass inside the outer lips. My mouth began travelling up and down sucking firmly on each upstroke while his finger explored the crack of my ass lingering playfully at my anus. I leaned back against the finger signifying my willingness and was not disappointed when I felt the small hole resist his pressure and then relax to allow the finger entrance.

Mike was lapping furiously at my clitoris while sliding fingers in and out of my pussy and asshole when I felt myself on the verge of orgasm. When the first crescendo ripped through me I had to let go of his cock to keep from biting it. I was gasping and moaning in pleasure in between kissing his dick and kneading his balls with one hand. I could still feel spasms wracking my body when he suddenly reversed me on top of him and found my mouth with his lips and tongue. Tasting the combination of our tastes, smelling the combination of our smells, brought me renewed excitement and I lifted my hips then lowered them while guiding the head of his dick to the point of entrance. Pulling back slightly, I was able to watch the look on his face as I slowly settled myself on him until I had engulfed his entire dick inside me. After starting a rythymic pelvic motion which left it almost out before settling back onto it fully I lowered my lips to his again and kissed him hungrily between moans and pants. My last orgasm had not entirely faded and I felt it starting to return as one of his hands found a breast and the other clutched one ass cheek. We were both covered with a shiny sheen of sweat when he let out a groan of release accompanied by a powerful spurt of semen deep inside me. Pumping him furiously I let my own excitement build to a fever pitch then crest like one of the ocean waves there before us.

I have always cum hard but never met a guy who kept spurting as long as Mike did. By the time he was done and starting to soften my own spasms had almost died out and his semen had pumped out of my vagina, covered both of our pubic areas, and left a rather large sticky mess down the crack of his ass and on the blanket below. As I collapsed on top of him I took another look to the side to see that our "friends" had rolled on their sides and were (had been for how long?) watching us. At that point I hardly cared and nuzzled Mike's neck until he had fully softened and finally slipped out of me. Kissing him once more I asked if he would like to go wash off.

Getting unsteadily to our feet we walked arm in arm back into the ocean where we tenderly wiped the sweat and jism from each other. Looking up we saw that the other couple had also entered the water. Our eyes met quizically and we both moved closer until only some 5 yards apart. The other girl finally broke the silence. "Thanks for sharing the evening," she said somewhat hesitantly. "It is always good here on the beach but it was a lot better with the two of you here. Hope you don't mind."

"You added some real excitement for us too," I replied. "Sorry if I seemed to be watching you."

"It's okay," her partner responded. "We watched you guys too. Guess we ought to be going now, though. Thanks for everything."

We all walked out of the water together and I felt no embarrassment at all as we emerged. We all stopped when it was time to split to our own blankets but we exchanged smiles with one another as we parted. Mike and I returned to our blanket and clothes, dried each other off, then dressed in silence. When Mike picked up our things and we started down the beach back toward the car we saw our "friends" vanishing in the distance the other way. Mike slipped his arm around me and I moved closer to him. "Let's see," I said softly, "until today I had never been to a nude beach, taken off all my clothes in public, been fucked in front of total strangers, or enjoyed anything any more than this. Thanks, you really know how to show a girl a good time!"

Laughing softly to myself I silently added, "And once we have had showers and slipped between clean sheets I want to find out what you can do in a real bed!" He did very well indeed!