A little spice in my life called Ginger Chapter 3
written by:
skylinerider

Chapter 3

Ginger: A Little Nymph Who Added A Little Spice To My Life

Damn it was good to be back in this country and living in the family beach house after being away for so many years. Things were moving ahead nicely with my plans to purchase my cousins beach house and use it as a base from which I hopefully could run a small lobster fishing business and live out my dreams.

Nothing had changed over all the years on the beach front. Time had always just stood still on the beach front. My life was now back to being just a bowl of cherries. I just had to spit out a few pits and savor the fruit.

I loved running on the beach every morning in the fog. I watched the sun rising on the eastern horizon struggling to burn off the morning mist as I jogged. I was amazed at how jogging cleared my mind and soul of all the dust that I had let accumulate in my mind from working in foreign countries for almost two decades. Every day I made it a point to scream into the fog as I jogged. "I'm home!"

On one of those days while jogging on the beach, a lone figure appeared in the haze that quickly materialized into a young woman jogging from the opposite direction, her ponytail bouncing with every step. We greeted each other in passing. Meeting this girl jogger once again stirred up old memories of Ginger and our days together on the beach in years past.

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My working away from the beach front and Ginger's responsibilities made it difficult for us to readily get together. I did not see her anywhere on the beach following her leap off the back deck of the family beach house to safety. She almost had been caught riding my cock in the forward cowgirl position on the living room couch. I did not have any doubt that she was possibly frightened or experiencing other emotional turmoil over almost getting caught by my sister and her friends.

Then before I could see her, I had to take an important trip out of town on business for a few weeks after our little interrupted sexual get together. On my return, I began to look for her on the ocean front.

Finally, I saw her on the beach late one morning as I was preparing to jog along the ocean front. I walked down through the salt grass covered sand dune and came along side of her while she fished.

Ginger was startled at the sound of my voice. She moved over closer to me. "Where have you been these past weeks?"

"I had to go to New York on business suddenly and I didn't have time to let you know."

"Jesse Bobby, I've been so scared about the night that I left so quickly and didn't know how to find out if everything was alright between us."

"Hey Ginger, that was some graceful leap you made over the railing I have to say."

"Never mind my leap. What did your sister say to you when she came into the beach house?"

"No one saw anything or even knew you were there Ginger. You've been worried about nothing all this time."

I gave her a hug that at first worried because she thought that someone could have seen me embracing her. I responded to her worries by explaining that we can't be seen standing here from the beach houses. The sand dunes are just too high.

I could see all the worries of the world lift from Ginger's shoulders. Ginger pointed behind us to a fair sized fish on the sand that she had caught. She was at first going to show it to her mother, take some pictures of the fish and then bring it to her grandparent's house. Her grand parents loved her bringing the fish that she periodically caught to them.

"My grandfather is thrilled that I fish and bring him any fish that I have caught. My mother tells him to not encourage my fishing exploits. She doesn't think that a girl should do things like fish. My grandfather just ignores her."

Obviously her mother wasn't exactly enthusiastic that her little darling was pursuing what she called a man's sport as viewed in the eyes of the community. According to her mother, a young woman should have more feminine endeavors. Now I could have explained to her mother that I was sharing more feminine endeavors with Ginger in my bed but that probably was not what her mother had in mind for Ginger's more womanly activities.

"I'll help you carry the fish to your house."

"I don't know about my Mom meeting you just yet Bobby. I don't know if this is a good idea."

I explained to Ginger that I thought that it was a good opportunity to meet her mother and put a stop to Ginger and I having to meet clandestinely every time we wanted to see each other. Our clandestine encounters could only add suspicion to what we were up too if any one saw us ‘sneaking' around in the dark. It was alright to sneak around for a few fuck sessions but it looked like we could be in for more than a few encounters. We needed to be more open with our meetings here and there to alleviate any ones suspicions.

As we walked to her beach house carrying the fish, I mentioned that after we deliver her surprise to her grandparents we could go some place and make a day of it together on the beach. I pointed out that I knew a secluded place on the Island where we could search and hopefully find some special sea shells to complement her marine sea shell collection. Ginger was planning on doing her under graduate and post graduate studies in marine biology. She radiated her passion and enthusiasm of the subject in many of our conversations when we together.

I told her that after storms, I could always find some unusual sea shells along the beach front. Ginger liked my idea of spending the day with her and searching for shells.

When we arrived at her family's cottage, Ginger opened the door to her cottage with some fanfare and yelled out to her mother "Get decent Mom. We have company!"

Her mother called out to her. "Wait a second. Who is here?"

Her Mom swiftly scooted about in the kitchen doing something out of our view. Obviously she was getting more decently dressed. Since she was baking several pies for the church bake sale and I also assumed she was cleaning flour or other cooking products off of her clothes.

I was introduced by Ginger as a fishing friend. She then explained what we were going to do for the day after taking photos of the fish. Her mother eyed me continuously and suspiciously as Ginger spoke. Her mother finally showed excitement at Ginger's fish story. Her mother thought that giving the fish to her grand father instead of her eating the fish was one hell of a good idea. Her Mom also commented "I cannot in good conscience eat any of the fish after seeing its smiling face in the kitchen sink."

I laughed along with her Mom at her comment. I heard similar comments from my family after bringing fish home to our family's house.

"I need to get cleaned up Mom before we go to grandpa's house. Can you entertain Bobby for a little while? Give him a piece of your special apple pie. You know that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach!"

With that comment to Ginger's Mom, I got a look from her Mom that was a little less than flattering. She just stared at me for a couple of seconds. If looks could kill, I think I could have been in deep trouble. Her Mom must have read a lot more into that comment from Ginger than I could imagine.

Ginger then asked to be excused to take a shower and get herself ready for the beach and shell hunt. Ginger's mother silently watched her climb up the stairs to Ginger's second floor bedroom. As soon as Ginger was out of view and ear shot, her Mom turned around quickly to face me and begin her inquisition. I listen attentively to Ginger's Mom as she spoke.

I, however, was looking at her because she was almost an exact clone of Ginger and her body. Oh, she looked a little bit older and she had a few more pounds on her, but all in the right places. She caught me staring at her scrumptious tits that were straining at her blouse. The buttons on the blouse looked like they could just about unbutton as she leaned over to talk more quietly about Ginger. She blushed for a second as I smiled at her dilemma.

"I think we need to talk without Virginia around. Will you talk with me when Virginia is not around to interrupt? Maybe when she goes to school tomorrow to sign up for this year courses will be a good time if we get interrupted as we talk today? "

I of course agreed. I could sense it was time for the inquisition to begin any way. I was right.

"How long have you known my daughter Bobby?"

I said two about two months. That comment was met with surprise.

"Oh, I thought it was much longer. I also have a concern that you are older than Virginia. Do you know that the difference between Virginia's age and yours is the same difference as between you and me? Don't you think that you may a little too old to be dating Virginia? How long have you been dating her? "

I stopped eating a piece of her freshly baked apple pie that she had place before me to sample. I looked her straight into her eyes.

"I never have dated your daughter. If you consider going to the beach today and searching for sea shells as a date, then this will be the first time I will have dated Ginger. Now, I personally don't think that showing Ginger a few good fishing spots and collecting a few sea shells is a date."

"We have occasionally met several times by coincidence on the beach and the jetty while fishing. Ginger has told me that she will be studying to be a marine biologist. When I was told about her planned studies and her marine shell collection, I mentioned that I knew of an out of the way beach area that contained many good shells at times."

Now that once again, caught Ginger's mother totally by surprise. She had no comment. After a minute of silence she commented that Virginia was young girl at heart and she worries about Virginia in her new environment at college. Some of the girls in the college sorority have very different values from her family and Virginia's upbringing.

I mentioned that Ginger and I had talked while fishing and my family values that are the same as Ginger's. Again Ginger's mother went quiet. I knew what the real subject she wanted to talk to me about. I was trying to alleviate her concerns about being sexual with Ginger. I lied to protect Ginger and myself. Ginger's mother smiled and seemed to be relieved. Maybe! Then I spoke a few more words in an attempt to get in good graces with her Mom.

"You know that Ginger is a very beautiful young woman both inside in her heart and on the outside also. I do not think that you have to worry about Ginger at college. Her family and religious values appear to be very strong!"

Now the real basis of her mothers concerns about Ginger came out!

"I understand that you are seven years older than my daughter. I got pregnant at 14 and had Virginia at 15 years old. There were a great many hard times for us and I do not want Virginia to live my life over. Do you understand? Also, you must know that Virginia is very naive for her age especially about inter-personal relationships. Her slight lisp has held her back from serious dating. She is very self conscious of her lisp. She is a studious girl and a book worm. She is also very smart. "

"As I just said before; you do not need to worry about Ginger and you do not need to be concerned with my intentions with your daughter. I can promise you that."

I went back to sampling her absolutely delicious apple pie. Ginger's Mom just sat quietly and looked intently into my eyes. I never broke eye contact.

"You know Mrs. ‘A,' you make an absolutely scrumptious apple pie. It's even better than my Mom's."

Ginger's Mom could not hold back a good laugh. "Oh you are a dangerous one and with a silver tongue. I'm need to keep a close eye on you!"

We both laughed at her statement! But I knew she meant it. It was her piercing eyes that conveyed to me she was very serious.

A stirring from the top of the stairs indicated Ginger was returning. She came down with a beach coat, a wide beach hat and other appropriate items in a shoulder bag for the beach. Everything seemed just fine to me until I heard Ginger's Mom loudly exclaim with a strong voice inflection.

"Virginia!" But it took about one or two seconds to pronounce her name; one syllable at a time.

That was followed by Ginger responding rather loudly "Mother" with a sense of antagonism in her voice!

Uh-oh! Trouble in the family! I was getting ready to duck under the table!

"Virginia! Are you wearing your new bikini bathing suit under your beach jacket? Virginia, that suit is not appropriate for wearing around here on the beach."

"Oh come on mother! Good grief. We were not going to be around any of our family members or near anyone who would know you or our family. So you do not have to worry that I will be recognized and you will be embarrassed. Besides Mom, we are out of the Victorian era in this country."

"We are going to be searching for special sea shells that I can use in my school studies. It's an area at the far end of the Island that's not popular with beach goers and certainly not a family place so you do not have to worry. I told you that."

"Well I still don't think it is not a good idea to wear that bikini bathing suit today. Especially today Virginia! Maybe another day would be better."

I knew her mother was hinting that it was not a bathing suit that she should wear to the beach with me. Maybe with her girl friends, but definitely not with me!

"Mom you have never seen the bikini on me. You only saw it in the box."

Ginger turned so that her mother and I could see it as she opened her beach jacket. I was taken back at how skimpy the bikini suit was. The halter was so small it did not offer any support to her bulging tits. In fact I did not understand how her tits just did not fall out of the top! I guess the halter was just there to only substantiate that Ginger was not nude. I knew from my experience, Ginger's tits stood out straight and proud without any droop. She sure did not need any support for her tits.

The halter just barely covered her nipples and the remaining exposed portion of her tits was there to be relished. The bikini sure accentuated Ginger's cleavage. Also the bottom of the bikini just barely covered what need to be covered. It was an extremely small bikini by any standard. I loved it but I thought that I had better keep my opinion to myself. I was not mistaken. Ginger's Mom's comment summed it up.

"Oh my lord! You should be embarrassed wearing that bikini any place Virginia. It doesn't leave much to the imagination. Make sure you keep your beach jacket on around here on the beach and in your travels today."

I wore a broad faced smile while looking at Ginger. When I turned to look at her Mom, she had a comment for me too.

"And I don't have to ask you for your opinion Bobby, it's written all over your face!"

I was right to keep my mouth shut and go back to stuffing my face with some more apple pie.

Ginger had to retrieve her tennis shoes for wading around the rocks in the ocean while looking for sea shells. She ran up the stairs to find them in her bed room. As soon as she was out of hearing her Mom pointed her finger at the tip of my nose while whispering to me.

"And you! You make sure that Virginia keeps her bikini on while you are supposedly looking for sea shells. Do you hear me Bobby! Do you understand what I'm saying to you?"

Luckily, Ginger scurried down the stairs and it was time to leave. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a pull over T-shirt covered with her beach jacket. She waved her more conservative striped bikini in her hand. Her mother smiled at her decision to change her clothes and bring her stripped bikini to wear instead of the skimpy bikini. At first her mother smiled at Ginger's decision to bring her more conservative bikini. Then there was a look of concern!

"Where will you change into your bikini? Is there a place down on that beach to change your clothes?"

"Good grief Mom! I'll change in the car with Bobby standing guard so that none of your friends will see me putting on my bikini and report back to you and get you embarrassed. Is that ok Mom?"

"Virginia! Having Bobby stand guard at the car while you change is like having the fox guard the hen house!"

I thought that was funny and so did Ginger. But there was no smile on her Mom's face. May it was because she knew she was right. I knew she was right. So did Ginger!

And I was happy since I was saved from more of a tongue lashing. All my nice words that I spoke to her mother about my family and myself fell on her mother's deaf ears. Maybe I didn't fool Ginger's mother with my pledges of being a nice guy. Maybe I was fooled by Ginger's mother about her family values. Well, what ever the truth was between us, I would just have to be happy with having a piece of her mother's delicious apple pie and a piece of ass from her daughter?

But then again I thought; I should not be to hasty jumping to that conclusion. Maybe a piece of Mom's ass would not be a bad thing. But on second thought, as I said before, that might be construed as a conflict of interest! I need to put such thoughts out of my mind. Well, maybe for now.

Ginger and I then left to see her grandfather for a few minutes and give him the fish. Then we were off to the beach at the end of the island for the remaining part of the day. As soon as we were out sight of the viewing public, and on the road to the end of the Island, Ginger scooted across her car seat and snuggled up to me. I knew I was in trouble from the smiling look on her face.

First it was the kisses on my face. Then the purring and deep growling in her throat followed by the whispered words in my ear that she knew she loved me. I always got nervous by these words because I felt that she was pushing for an exclamation from me about my feeling towards her. I knew I would have to declare my intentions to her very soon. I was not ready to do so yet.

"Want me to show you something? Look!"

Ginger removed her jacket and her pull over T-shirt showing me her beautiful tits. There was no bra and no bikini top. Then she removed her shorts with out any panties underneath. Now she was totally nude as I navigated down the road.

"What in hell are you doing Ginger? Are you loosing it, taking off all your clothes as we drive down this road?"

"Well, Mom said to not wear my tiny bikini so I took it off just like she wanted me too."

Ginger did not wait for any words from me. She was laughing at her own evaluation of her assertion. Ginger then moved over into position to attack my ears and neck, trying to give me a hickey in a very obvious location on my neck. Pulling my shoulder up in defense of my neck attack, I jokingly warned Ginger while laughing that what she was doing was not a good idea, just yet.

"Good grief woman you are going to get us into an accident on this narrow road. Everyone who comes to help us will see you were driving without clothes on and your Mom will see it in the local paper! Maybe even a photo of you nude!"

Ginger laughed at my comments knowing it was all just talk. "My mother knows what you and I have been doing, so you do not have to get nervous."

"What the hell are you babbling about Ginger?"

"My Mom can tell that we are fooling around. I don't think that she knows that I've been on my back with my legs wrapped around you; but she is worried that I will be shortly. Girls can tell when other girls are being naughty! Besides, my mother knows everything that everybody is doing on the beach front. She is the biggest busybody and gossip on the beach front."

"Are you joking that your mother suspects that we have been sexual?"

"Nope! She doesn't suspect! She knows! She can tell because I've been so happy lately! And she can tell you are somebody that's special to me now that she has met you! I knew she was trying to find out who I was interested in on the beach front. She was asking her friends to find out who I was interested in and your name came up."

"How do you know all this? You never said anything to me."

"My friendly spies told me what my mother was doing. And besides, you never asked me!" Ginger looked at me and stuck her tongue out. "How's that for apples!"

Ginger was now smiling as I drove slowly down this very pot holed and bumpy road. Ginger then pulled on her tiny light blue ‘show every thing bikini'.

"See I'm respectable again. But just wait until you see my other extra special micro-bikini. My Mom doesn't know about this one! I'll show you later on. You will love it. And this one is really just for you. I bought it in a sexy woman's store. They also sold sex toys there."

Before we could talk about her other bikini and sex toys, we reached the end of our travels to the shell search area of the beach front and the road took on a wash board texture. Ginger started laughing as I tried to navigate through the rolling bumps. A quick glance showed me that her exposed ‘bikini supported' boobs were bouncing in rhythm with the ripples in the roadway. She was heartily laughing with her dilemma.

"Just as much bounce as I got the night that I was riding your cock before your sister so rudely interrupted us. I'll hold on tightly to my boobies so I don't get hit in the chin! Which reminds me! I want to play cowgirl with you again in your bed or mine."

She was now trying to be funny with that comment. The road soon smoothed out just as we arrived at the parking area to our destination at the end of the island. I parked off the edge of the road just far enough to not get stuck in the beach sand. We navigated our way through the stunted plum and thorn trees and across the sand dune to the beach front. I was surprised that there weren't any people on the beach. Ginger was very happy to see that there were no other people on the beach!

We spread out our blanket and other beach attire on the sand. Ginger removed her beach jacket to display her body to me and any one else who would show up for a free viewing. I have to admit that I just stared at her partially covered body by what was a small but barely acceptable bikini. I was mesmerized by just how naturally beautiful she was just sitting there. I had a big grin across my face.

"Why are you looking at me that way Bobby? I think you like my bikini. Are you having what my Mom would call impure thoughts Bobby? I know I am having some of those thoughts Bobby." Ginger's lisp was very noticeable because of her excited state of mind. Ginger began her nervous style of giggling once again.

Her bikini was so small that I couldn't believe it covered anything. When she turned her back to me the support straps were very difficult to see. And, the bottom material of her bikini that almost that not quite covered her pussy and came up between her legs was hidden from view in the crack of her ass. All I could think of was "What pray tell can the other bikini look like"!

"Every thing is just fine Ginger. I was just admiring your bikini. I love it. You do it justice."

"I bought it while I was thinking of you. I'm excited that you like it. You seem almost as excited right now as when you see me without anything on." She had reached an accurate conclusion!

But while she was stimulating my emotions with her limited beach attire, she quickly returned her focus to searching for sea shells. That passion was there long before she ever had me on her mind in her life.

We set out to search out some sea shells in the receding surf and surrounding exposed rocks. Ginger wore her very tiny powder blue micro-bikini that definitely left nothing to anyone else's imagination. I did not have to imagine what was behind the little bit of bikini. Any thing that I might have missed seeing before, I would make sure I got a good look at it the next time and the time after that! And she sure could wiggle that magnificent bubble ass as we walked along.

"Oh look Bobby! Look at this shell." She called it by its scientific name that I quickly forgot within a minute.

Ginger was bent over with her bubble ass high in the air. Every time she bent over to pick up a shell I could not look any place but at her ass knowing that I wanted to fuck her in more than just one place. And I didn't have to imagine much. The bottom of the bikini did not cover enough of her ass to require my mind to visualize just where I wanted to explore. If I had any serious intention to fuck her in both places this was one girl that I would have to go very slow on convincing her to try what she probably never thought about.

That scene of her ass in the air led me to I inquire about her comment as to her other smaller bikini that she brought with her. "It's my surprise for you a little bit later Bobby, not right now. Now let's go find some more of those special sea shells that you promised me that we would find here."

So off we went with Ginger looking like a bird dog; nose to the ground and her delicious ass in the air. Ginger soon located some shells that she did not have in her collection. We now could return to the beach blanket with Ginger full of excitement about several different sea shells. Now that she had satisfied her sea shell desires Ginger's conversation soon changed to there was no one around. "What would you like to do next before we have some lunch?"

"Let's take a walk on the beach and talk. We never have really talked about you and all the things going on in your life."

"That's not what I was actually thinking about doing Bobby. Since you showed me this shell hunting area, I'll now do what you wish to do; but only for a little while! Then it will be my turn again to decide what we should do!" Ginger quickly grinned with a gleam in her eye that said all that needed to be said about her later intentions.

We walked for some time and discussed her life and mine. I explained to her that I was experiencing feelings that were new to me since we met. I made sure that she understood I was not talking about sexual feelings. It was a far more of an in-depth emotion. Now I had Ginger's interest and she came close to me while putting her arm around me knowing I was talking about a serious subject.

Ginger's fingernails dug into my side. She looked up at me with wet eyes as we slowly walked. "I know what you are feeling. I've already been there and know what you feel. I've told you what has happened to me. I know it's been very fast for me but it is real. I'm glad we had this little talk. I needed to hear what you've been thinking."

With that statement, she kissed me on the cheek and we set off to walk back to our blanket. We had talked enough for awhile. It was time for me to tell her that this section of the beach had a reputation. I pulled her in close to me and cradled a cheek of her ass in my hand as we slowly walked back.

"Ginger do you know that this area at this end of the island is a nude beach? Not officially of course, but it has a reputation of being a nude beach! The park rangers do not come down this far on the island because a portion of this beach area right about here is private."

Ginger just smiled. I wasn't very convincing. "I don't believe you. You just want me to take off my bikini! I know how you think and all your immoral ways by now."

"Oh come on. It is a nude bathing area, it really is. Let's be dangerous for a little while."

"Well Bobby dear, I'm not going nude out here on the open area of the beach. In bed with you is the place that you can see me naked, but not here. Anyway, I don't believe the nude bathing beach story. So that's the end of that discussion."

I guess it was time for us to eat the fried chicken and goodies that we had picked up at the delicatessen. Ginger finished eating and stared out over the ocean looking at the waves crashing on the beach. The tide was coming in and the water was beginning to creep closer to where we were sitting. Ginger was very quiet after we moved back closer to the high water mark next to the sand dunes.

"Are you alright Ginger?"

She smiled, licked her lips and puckered up blowing me a kiss. "I'm so horny right now I can't sit still or think about anything else but you and me! I guess I've changed my mind about getting naked, but we have to find a place where we can't be seen. Not out in the open on this beach."

"Well then I know where we can go that's hidden so no one can see us."

Ginger smiled at me, cocked her head to one side and pouted. Then she giggled. "See you always know what words to say to a woman to get her on her back or into her pants. How many girls have you brought down to this place?"

"Come on Ginger. I've never brought any girls here before you."

"And Bobby dearest, you also lie like a rug. Now enough of your silver tongue and let us go where it's nice and cool with some shade."

I picked up the beach blanket and towels and led her by the hand back into the thorn and stunted wild plum tree covered sand dune. I knew there were narrow pathways through the under growth that led to frequent small room sized openings that were completely isolated from any ones view from the main beach. I had been here several times before but I wasn't going to admit that to Ginger. No fucking way!

As we navigated our way through the tree covered path ways, Ginger smiled and then pouted while catching me looking at her.

"I'm sad. You didn't even notice what I did for you. Look at you. You are looking at me with a ‘Huh' look! You should have noticed when we in the car."

I knew this was a time to be quiet. Don't try to get out of this reprimand for not noticing something different. Did she color her hair? Nope! Maybe she has tried a different kind of makeup? Nope. Perfume? Nope. Aaah it's her new bikini! I opted to just keep my mouth shut and take my punishment for not noticing. This was not the time to start a new subject for discussion. I was focused on the idea we were going to intimate just like we had planned. My cock had stiffened in my bathing suit as I picked our way through the undergrowth. My cock was definitely focused on more than what I had failed to notice.

We spread the blanket and towels out and laid down next to each other snuggling and hugging in the shade of the low stunted wild plum trees. Just the idea that we were alone together now stirred my emotions toward being loving and not just sexual. Ginger began to run her fingers around my nipples. As she whispered what she was feeling, she began kissing and running her tongue around my nipples mimicking my actions that I had shown her when I paid attention to her nipples. She was smiling up at me as she stimulated my nipples and then my entire body.

"Do you like me to do that? You know that I want you to kiss my nipples and all other places on me today too. I know you know what places I'm talking about."

That sounded like a damn good idea to me. I needed to get laid and release all the tension I was experiencing in not getting fucked for a few days. Ginger obviously needed some loving too. She seemed to be overly sexual every day that we got together and fooled around. I wondered what happened on the days we were not together. I guess Ginger thought that she needed to catch up on all her sexually lean years.

She laid down on her back as I began to stroke and play with her long blond hair, twisting it around my fingers. I rubbed her temples and lightly caressed her face with my finger tips as she smiled and enjoyed my attention in touching her face. When I moved to caressing her body, she laid quietly with her eyes closed. She seemed to be almost hypnotized by all the attention I was giving her.

I slid my fingers under the top on her of her bikini and twirled each nipple gently which drew a smile of pleasure and contentment. I quickly looked around to be absolutely sure we were in a very secluded spot and out of sight of any prying eyes. I slid the top strings of her bikini off of her shoulder and exposed one tit and then another. Even with out any support while she laid upon her back her tits tended to stand proud and upright. They were a magnificent vision under any position of her body. Softly squeezing and deliberately caressing her tits brought quiet murmurs and sighs of satisfaction from Ginger's lips. Soft kisses to one nipple followed by running my tongue around and over the tip of her nipple that was standing very erect and hard encouraged her to speak.

"Never, never has anyone at any time showed me so much tenderness as you have Bobby. You are everything that I had envisioned a guy should be like. I did however get my ideas from woman's romance magazines when I was a young girl. Do you know that I never had a real serious date from my viewpoint before you? I really do not know why. I just was not really interested in the guys that I knew. They were always fooling around and just trying to get a little bit of tit I guess."

I moved my fingers down along her body and caressed her stomach area. Ginger inhaled deeply as her belly twitched and she tightened her stomach muscles. She finally relaxed and murmured softly as I slid my hand down and into a very wet and lubricated pussy. A few gentle caresses of her clit were all that was needed to get her ready to be fucked.

She tilted her head and seductively smiled. "Take off my bikini for me Bobby and I'll get on my hands and knees on the blanket. You promised me that we would do it like puppy dogs do it. Remember? "

Ginger opened her eyes wide and watched me as I slowly removed her bikini. As I pulled her bikini down below her hips Ginger called out somewhat loudly that startled me for a second. "Surprise!" Oh hells bells, I had been set up emotionally for this surprise.

I stared at her almost completely shaved pussy. There was a little spot that wasn't shaved. "What did you do Ginger? What the hell is this?"

Ginger started to giggle but quickly was laughing heartily. She had to place her hand over her mouth to suppress her laughter. Her body was trembling with letting me see her little secret. There was a little furry arrow of remaining pussy hair pointing down to the top of her split that was the opening of her pussy.

"Sandy helped me shave my pussy. We shaved her pussy too. She also wanted me to get a tattoo that said ‘Enter here' but I was scared to do it. I also thought that it would hurt. I told if she got a tattoo I would also. But she chickened out too. We had to dye the little bit of my hair brown because my blond pussy hair is so light in color we could not see the arrow after we were finished."

Ginger went back to surpassing her laughter until she gave herself the hiccups. Soon we both were able to calm down and be quiet after this funny couple of minutes. We had to just rest. I sure wasn't horny and Ginger said she wasn't ready to fool around just then. It was time to just hold each other and cuddle.

However, it didn't take long for me to feel Ginger's hand sliding down inside my bathing suit. Ginger was smirking and obviously in much more than a playful mood again.

"You are not playing fair Bobby. I don't have anything on and you do. That's not fair!"

Ginger began to push my bathing suit down to get better access to my cock. She uncovered my cock that had been restrained in my bathing suit and my cock stood straight out. It was very hard, stiff and more than ready for action. When I flexed my cock, it jumped at each demonstration of my authority.

"Oh. You're a bad boy. You could have told me before that you were ready to play. See, you keep teasing me over and over all the time."

Ginger was now once again giggling knowing what we were going to do together. Ginger knew I was going to keep my promise. Only a fool would have not kept my promise to fuck her doggy style.

"You know I've never done it this way before Bobby. You'll have to teach me what to do. And don't tease or laugh at me because I don't know what to do."

Ginger at least knew enough to get into a kneeling position. I did have to suggest that she should spread her legs a little bit apart. I knelt down behind her, kissed both cheeks of her ass and stuck my tongue into the slightly opened pussy. What an erotic picture of her on her knees with her legs apart and her pussy splayed open waiting to be fucked. When I felt her little clit with my tongue I gently flicked at it and she recoiled at my intrusion. I then gently sucked on her treasure as I ran my tongue over it in a circular motion. I then left her clit and licked further up between the cheeks of her ass.

She was startled by where I was going and she looked back at me. "Why are you doing kissing me there? Are you thinking of playing puppy dog with me in more than one place? My girlfriend Sandy told me all the things that some guys try to do to their girl friends."

I just smiled and proceeded to go back to licking her pussy. Almost immediately, her pussy juices flowed because of my attention in licking it. The smallest caresses of her pussy resulted in an obvious pressure squirts. I never had sensed any strong ejaculation of when she was squirting during our previous fun romps. Now it was very obvious, probably because of her kneeing position. Ginger was now just about wet every where; between and down her legs, on my face and around my mouth. I was ecstatic with her squirting!

She always had jokingly complained that my climax was the source responsible for getting her back and my bed wet. I was to find out before we were ended our sensual coupling her in the coolness of the stunted plum trees that I had made a significant error in judgment in Ginger's wetness. I had assumed that none of the wetness was from squirting. Squirting was an experience that I had the pleasure of indulging in with a previous girl friend. My previous squirting experiences were associated with a forcible ejaculation. I was not aware of any such eruption when I had previously been with Ginger.

I went back to kissing her ass and licking her pussy. Ginger was done with fooling around and she told me so. "Come on Bobby. You are just teasing me again. I want you to show me how to do it like two puppy dogs. How many times do I have to remind you that you promised me?"

When I prepared to mount her doggy style, she looked back wanting to see everything she could. I rubbed my cock in all her wetness to insure I would not have trouble entering her pussy. I also pressed my cock against her other area available for fucking but she stunned me with her comment.

"Not there today Bobby. Be gentle with me and maybe we can try there some other time." I never expected any statement from Ginger that she would consider of another time to be fucked in her ass.

I now held my cock firmly and positioned the head to slip between the lips of her pussy and deep into her cunt. Ginger was tensed up and her cunt initially resisted my cocks attempt at intrusion. I spoke to her quietly to hopefully calm her fears. It was supposedly her fist time of being fucked in a doggy position. Ginger did not like the words doggy position; she expressed her desire to call it a puppy dog position.

"Relax Ginger and push back against me like I showed you before. I'll go slowly until you feel comfortable with my cock going in."

I felt Ginger's body relax, her cunt allow my cock to enter about an inch. Almost immediately, she uttered along "Oooooooooh!" as her body flexed as to my cock's intrusion and her cunt tightened delightfully around my cock. Quickly thereafter, her body once again relaxed and I felt that my cock was allowed to penetrate deeper. Ginger now wiggled her ass as she began to enjoy what was happening while encouraging me to push against along with her since she now wanted to be fucked. Now she was uttering a series of "Yes,yes, yes." as the head of my cock slipped in deeper without and any effort because she was very wet. I went full depth and definitely touched bottom; my balls tapping against the lips of her pussy.

"Go slow and easy at first Bobby! Go easy. I can feel you touching me deep inside. But don't you dare stop. I've been dreaming of you doing me like a puppy dog since you told me you wanted to do it to me. I would get goose bumps thinking about it. I also dreamed you did it to me in my bed. You know that I want you to make love to me in my bed some time so I can hug my pillow and think of you when I'm all alone in my bed at night."

"You know what I think Ginger. The next time your mother goes to New York for the week end with her church girl friends I'm going to come over to your house and stay the night and make your bed bounce."

"Are telling me you are going to fuck the ass off me in my own bed some time? If you are saying that, then it's a promise and you'll have to do it."

With that statement, Ginger was trembling and told me to stop teasing her. I told her to look back between her legs and she might be able to see my cock going in and out of her cunt as I stroked slowly. She bent her head to look under her body.

"I can see your balls swinging and I can feel them touching me Bobby."

I also looked around and under her arm to see her tits with hard and pointing nipples swinging in cadence with my stroking. Now that image definitely kept my cock ram rod hard.

I kissed her back as I held both of her tits in my hands and gently pinched her nipples. I explained that I liked this position for sex because it allowed me to touch and caress her in so many ways while I was making love to her. We moved together for a while with Ginger now very stimulated by what we were doing together. I was quiet and tried to be as sensual as I knew how. I was trying to make love to her and not create any impression that I was just using her for sex. My feelings for Ginger had changed since our earlier sexual bed romps. She was not just a sex partner any longer. Hopefully I was her lover and maybe more.

Ginger kept looking back and tried to touch me several times as I held her hand as we swayed forward and backward enjoying our time together. Holding her by her shoulders or her hips produced new levels of excitement as I tried one holding position after another. "Which way do like me to hold you as I fuck you this way?" All I heard were soft moans of pleasure. Ginger now was breathing fast and taking deep breaths with my occasional strong thrusts.

Finally I was reaching my point of no return and I knew I wanted to bring her to a high level of excitement for our climax if possible. To this point, we were being very sensual and closely intimate.

She turned her face to look back at me as I leaned forward over her back and kissed her neck and shoulder. Ginger responded with arching her back and putting her head back. I reached around her hips and placed my fingers between her very wet lips as we slowly pushed against each other. I rubbed her clit with a little bit of pressure. Gingers body shuddered to each clit caress while she pushed back against me to drive my cock full depth. There were no more comments about being careful.

"Fuck me hard now Bobby. Please fuck me hard and fast."

Ginger was obviously getting ready to climax very soon. I could feel my cock sliding in and out as I played with her clit. I spoke to Ginger to try and feel my cock with me. She placed her forehead on the blanket and reached back between her legs and felt my cock going in full depth and then almost out; over and over as we kept out fingers entwined touching my cock.

"Oh yes Bobby, that's the way to do me. Damn it Bobby you could have fucked me like this years ago. I was so excited to see you on the beach so many times when we were younger and you never even noticed me. I now know how much I've missed since you have shown me what we could have done together."

Both of us were perspiring profusely in the high heat and humidity of the day. I could tell we were going to be swimming in the ocean after this little bit of emotional exercise. A drop of perspiration fell from the tip of my nose and onto her back. We both were hot in more ways than one.

Ginger was obviously excited with this type of hard drive fucking. Her luscious wetness that sprayed from her pussy and covered my cock as it slid in and out soaked our entwined fingers. The sound of my body slapping against her ass as I drove my cock full length into her cunt was accentuated by Ginger's wetness. I then decided to pull my cock all the way out and ram it back in several times. That forceful slamming of my cock in and out of her cunt brought out a moan and "Yes Bobby, Yes."

"I going to cum Bobby if you keep doing me like you're doing. Oh yes! I'm going to come. I'm tingly now down on my bum and pussy. Please try to come with me. Please."

I could feel the surges in her body as she dragged me down and on to her side. She reached down with her hands and held my hands that were at her clit as I began sharing my cum deep inside her cunt.

She straightened out her legs as I continued to thrust and squirt my love juice deep inside. I was tingling down the front of legs and across my back. The sensation continued on the cheeks of my ass along the back of my neck and the top of my head. Finally I felt some of my toes cramping because of my strong climax.

Suddenly Ginger began whimpering and calling my name " Bobby, Bobby, Bobby!" as her body flexed rapidly several times with her powerful and long climax. "Oh Yessss" Ginger yelled as she climaxed and came off after feeling my cum filling her cunt.

She began erupting from between her legs and all over the blanket and my hands. I recognized immediately she was squirting but she thought that she was peeing. Ginger was very embarrassed, but only for a moment. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry Bobby! I could not stop."

"Shush! Every thing is all right. You just squirted again during your climax. Everything is OK"

"We have to stop Bobby! Please stop touching her down there for a minute. I can't take any more of what you are doing! The feelings are too intense for me to let you keep touching me. I'm sorry but we have to stop. I need to just rest for a minute."

I held her close and calmed her down as best I could while I pressed my body against her ass trying to keep my cock in her cunt. She was panting so rapidly that I thought that she may hyperventilate with her powerful climax. I told her that she just had experienced something that very few woman experience as they climax. She still did not understand exactly what had happened. She just was quiet with her embarrassment.

I whispered that it was the reason that she was so wet after we were sexual together several times. Her previous squirting incidents were not as powerful as this experience but she had been squirting all along but not as forcibly as she had just done. My cock softened and her cunt ejected my cock. My cum began oozing from between her pussy lips and cascaded down across her leg and on to the very wet blanket that was the result of Ginger's squirting.

After a minute of silence there was a delightful minute of whispering. "I love you Bobby. I really do. Do you hear me? I need to be with you all the time! I don't want to be alone any more!"

She was filled with other exclamations of how and what she felt as she climaxed. She was jubilant knowing that she had accomplished climaxing again as she told me about all the little feelings she felt through her body as it came on. She was still however embarrassed with her squirting. I could not convince her of what she had experienced. She truly had no idea that a woman could do anything like what she had experienced.

We held each other for some time. I was very pleased knowing what I had done with this little blond nymph and how she felt about me for sharing this day together. I was told in the days afterwards that she would never forget me and what we had done. She thanked me for being so caring and gentle as we did things together that were truly first time events for her and very special memories forever.

These type of statements as to her feelings thrilled me. She did have regrets though. She knew she would have to keep it a secret that she had experienced all these feeling and could not share them with her friends.

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We picked up the blanket and towel after getting into our bathing suits. We did not know if anyone had come down on the beach. Ginger said she needed to splash in the surf. The water was refreshing as we dove into a few waves and splashed about enjoying the beach to ourselves for a little while.

I was lost in thought as I looked out at the incoming waves and out across the ocean. Then I heard Ginger call out to me. "Hi Bobby! I turned to see Ginger standing was about knee deep in the surf with her bathing suit in her hand as she twirled it around in her fingers. "You said it was a nude bathing beach, right?"

I looked up and down the beach and was relieved to not see a soul in the distance. Ginger took off running for the beach with me trying to catch her. Her tits were bouncing and swinging with her strong running steps. Even her ass cheeks seemed to bounce as she took long strides to not let me catch her. Suddenly she just stopped and I put my arms around her. Ginger was having a good laugh for herself. She was covered in goose bumps just about every where. "I'm cold honey, let's get our clothes on."

I dried her unclad body at our blanket while admiring every little erotic location on her body.

"Before I get dressed I want to show you something before we go home Bobby. It's my surprise that we talked about but you have to turn around and not look until I say ready. And don't cheat and peek."

I played her game and turned around. When I was allowed to look, Ginger was standing with a big smile and wrapped in a large multi-colored beach towel. She then opened her arms wide like a butterfly opening its wings.

The uncovered bikini was extraordinarily tiny, very erotic and I would guess illegal beach wear on any beach except a nude beach. I was informed by Ginger that it was called a micro-size skin-bikini. The micro-sized bikini came with the top consisting of two very narrow vertical elongated elliptical iridescent pink coverings that just about covered Gingers nipples with nothing much to spare. The cloth coverings offered no support for her boobs. But Gingers boobs were full and erect and needed no support. The bikini tops were simply held in place by thin black velvet cords that complimented the iridescence pink color of the bikini. Ginger's boobs overflowed out from both sides of each narrow shaped ellipse and from the top and bottom. Her pink nipples pushed out prominently on the bikini tops showing their hardness and true size. The view of her bronzed body with light colored blond flowing locks of hair was just astonishing.

The bikini bottom was also not of sufficient size to cover her pussy. It was very narrow in size and only covered the split of her pussy. Two black velvet cords came from behind her hips and ran down to her crotch ending in a single point of attachment on her bikini at the top of the split in her pussy. The puffy lips of Ginger's camel toe pussy were prominently exposed. The white areas on her boobs and on her pussy that had never seen the sunlight of day to be tanned like all the other areas of her body were very apparent. It accentuated the extreme micro-size of this iridescent pink skin-bikini.

It was then that I recognized that the crotch portion of the bikini was not to cover Ginger's pussy at all. The single contact point on the bikini bottom dictated that the fabric was not to be spread out to cover her pussy. It was to simply restrain and collapse the tiny portion of bikini fabric into the crack of her pussy leaving just enough colored fabric exposed to show that there was some bikini fabric there and she was not completely nude in her hip region. To say that this bikini had any comparison to anything that I was aware of on all the beaches in this area would be an understatement. I also now understood why it supposedly was called a skin bikini. There was not much to the bikini and one hell of a lot of skin to delight in.

Ginger dropped the towel and just stood there not smiling; just looking at me to see what I thought of her display. The broadest grin swept across my face as I quietly said what she was waiting to hear. "You bring out all the highlights of that bikini. You are just astonishingly beautiful and I love you."

Ginger leaped on me kissing me everywhere on my face and neck just ecstatic over me liking her selection of the bikini. "Now that you have seen my surprise what do you think we should do? Where can I wear it? I know it's an extreme micro-bikini."

"Well you can wear it when we are around the pool at my condo or in my hot tub. But first you should parade it in front of your mother for her comments!" I had a difficult time keeping a straight face suggesting that idea.

"Oh Bobby, my mother would kill me for just buying it, never mind wearing it. And if she ever knew I wore it while hanging out with you at this beach it would the end of me. I'll wear it until we get to the car and then I'll change there."

We set of for the car on the other side of the sand dune. As we reached the end of the dune, we encountered five girls approaching us from opposite direction of the parking area. They were chattering and having a good time together as they approached. All were wearing nice but appropriate bikinis. When we were within close proximity to each other such that I could see the details of their bikinis, I knew that they now could see just how tiny Ginger's extreme micro-bikini was and how much of her body was exposed. The boisterous chattering from the girls ceased.

I focused on their eyes and not their bodies. They were deliberately staring at Ginger and her bikini; especially the bottom part. No words were exchanged as we passed each other; not even a hello from them when we greeted them. Within a few seconds of passing, their boisterous chatter began once again and I knew what the topic of their conversation had to be.

Ginger just bumped me with her hip and looked up at me smiling. I gave her a gentle loving slap on her really bare ass. No need for words right now on what had just happened or what the girls saw and talked about after they passed us by.

It was now time to go home and meet Ginger's Mom after getting more appropriately dressed and have another piece of her scrumptious apple pie.

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