My dreams of long hours of sex in our house by the sea went up in smoke the moment my lame husband pulled some work from his briefcase. No matter how much I tried, he simply brushed me off, causing my arousal to grow by the minute. I needed to come and so I decided to go for a jog to distract my lusty needful mind.
Even the fine tingling from my textured panties bothered me, so I decided to go nude under my sweats to prevent myself from being rubbed up by a simple piece of clothing. I tackled the three dunes to the left of the beach with vigour.
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As I reached the top of the first dune, I heard a couple having quite a verbal fight. She wanted sex, but he wanted to spend his time fishing. I smiled and pushed on. At least I was not the only one that needed relief from an unwilling boyfriend.
Running back, I found her on her towel – completely naked and playing with herself – boyfriend no where to be seen. My hand went down to my own groin immediately as she gently pulled me onto her warm body. I simply let go of reality and went for it.
Her kisses drove me wild with lust and as her hands explored my whole body, I felt like exploding right there and then. The very first stroke across my clitoris send a yelp from deep inside my body, but she silenced me with her hands and wild eye gestures.
She lifted my head slightly and all I could see was the fishing pole standing up a few meters from where we were between the grasses. Her boyfriend whistled happily and the idea of him finding us fucking, drove me even wilder than I could ever expect.
Our session went into a wild frenzy of masturbation, but soon that was replaced with a switch in body position. Her thighs closed off all sounds and views from my surroundings as she slipped into a sixty nine position. Soon the circle of pleasure flowed through both of us simultaneously.
With both of us on the brink of orgasm anyway, we managed to get there together – clenching each other and trying to stay as quiet as possible. I felt my body letting go of all of my frustrations in one go.
We were just dressed again when the tip of the fishing pole came walking up the hill again. She introduced me as a beach friend and he smiled shyly. I ran home with new energy and even more lust inside my body. My husband did not stand a chance as I had him naked in seconds and went straight to his favourite position – the old but lovely 69.
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