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Reeling in the Years
A full moon cast enough light to throw a pale silver shimmer on the glassy surface of the water. The stones shifted beneath her feet and made crunching noises as she moved across the beach. But there was no need to watch her steps on these potentially ankle-twisting stones. After so many years walking here, she knew every turn.
Her dog ran ahead to chase the waves racing up onto shore. She found him by the water’s edge and to her surprise also saw a tall dark silhouette jutting vertically against the horizon, to the left. It was rare to see someone on the beach this time of night let alone this time of year. She couldn’t yet tell if the person was walking towards her or away from her. Whoever this person was, he or she was not used to this beach at night.
The lurching figure moved towards her. She also felt certain that it was a man who approached. Always on the side of caution, she veered closer to the sea wall. The figure adjusted his course as well and now headed in the same direction. Her stomach tightened slightly and out of precaution, she began to scout out a point where she would be able to vault to safety to the sidewalk on the other side. There were now only twenty feet between her and the man coming toward her. She thought she would have no trouble beating him to the sea wall should she need to run, but nonetheless, she felt her heart racing as her adrenalin readied her for flight.
“Thompson? Is that you?” There was only one person in this town who called her by her last name—Harris, her son’s old football coach. She hadn’t seen him in years although she had attended his son’s funeral eight months ago. He died in a car accident.
He stopped five feet from her and she could just now make out his features. Features that were remarkably handsome for a man nearly fifty. Where were the lines of his loss and anguish? “How are you Thompson?” Like an old friend, a warmth in her groin made her body tingle. It was the same feeling she would get when he would approach her after a game years ago. His voice was deep and commanding, one that she adored.
Once they had gone for a cup of coffee after a particularly wet and cold game. The diner was crowded and they had stood cramped in a corner within a hair’s breath from one another.That night as she lay next to her husband, she had repeatedly imagined moving her lips across the two-inch divide that had separated them in the steamy, noisy diner.
The dark of the night cancelled out the steel blue of his eyes but she could nonetheless feel them boring into her now. “So how did you know it was me and what brings you out here this time of night?” she asked.
“I recognized your dog. I can’t think of many owners who walk their dogs as often as you do. I always see you when I’m driving back over the causeway on my way home from work. I just saw you two heading down toward the beach and, well, I thought it would do me good to take a little walk myself.” He casually kicked his foot into the primeval stones beneath him. “Isn’t it kind of late for a beautiful woman like you to be walking out alone?”
“I have a dog, remember?”
“Right, the one that just didn’t bark when I approached you and is now oblivious to everything but that piece of driftwood covered in seaweed he just found over there.”
“Still a wise ass, eh?” She noted that they had lapsed into the same flirtatious bantering from years ago on the sidelines of games. Once she had brought her dog to the game and watched in horror as he ran out onto the field amidst a play. Fortunately he had disrupted the opposing team’s offense.
His voice sounded like it always did, but in the darkness she thought she could see his body saying something very different. It made her remember again how closely together they had stood in the diner years ago – the jostling people around them an excuse to be in such near proximity. They stared into one another’s eyes as they sipped their coffee.
The sound of drums carried down to the beach from the local high school football game. She loved the drums, like no other instrument; they could reach down inside and yank those inhibitions out. Which is perhaps why she found herself reaching out and hugging this man almost a stranger to her. “I am so sorry about Jason. He was a great kid.”
Harris stood rigid and then let out a choked gasp that came from somewhere very deep inside. His voice sounded far away now. “Thank you. He was in the wrong place at the right time”. She reached up and touched her fingers gently to his lips. “Shhhhh. It’s OK” He stood silent again. After a moment, she put her mouth up to his ear. “You didn’t get out of your car for sympathy, did you? You came down here for something else.”
She felt an almost imperceptible nod against her cheek .Slowly, she took his hand in hers and led him up to the sea wall. On such a calm night it seemed hard to imagine that this wall could take such a beating during a storm. There were pit marks all along its surface from the rocks and ocean debris that had been hurled madly against it.
She leaned against the cool concrete facing him. “This is just between you and me. Right here and right now,” she said. She could barely get the words out. “If you want to cry against my shoulder all night, you can. Or if you want to…” Her voice dropped and she could not say what her body ached to tell him.
Harris stood for a moment looking at her. She wasn’t dressed at her sexiest best but there were nonetheless things that she thought he would be pleased to discover if he chose to touch her in certain places. He moved slowly toward her until they both stood much closer than the proper distance between even good friends dictates. He lifted the bottom of her fleece sweatshirt and slipped his hand underneath. Already he had discovered what she felt sure his cold hands would appreciate. Between her and the polar fleece was only a silk undershirt. She wore no bra. His hand moved upward along the silky fabric that hugged her warm and still very trim body.
The shock of his cold hand made her skin tingle. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Thompson. There are so many things I’ve thought of doing to you….”As if to make his point, he squeezed the nipple of her breast between his index finger and thumb while with the other hand he deftly slid down the front of her stretch yoga pants and undies to thrust two fingers deep into her. She imagined his pleasure as his cold, calloused fingers found the inside of her warm and moist place. And now his lips finally crossed the few inches that had separated them in the diner. His tongue and hands completely pinned her against the sea wall. The hand at her breast moved upwards to her neck – his fingers gently reaching out to touch her lips.
She slid down the wall until she crouched in front of the warm bulge she found below his belt buckle. She looked up to the dark outline of his face. “Is this what you want?” He gently took her head in his hands and pressed it against the hard bulge in his pants. Unfastening his jeans, she pressed her cold cheek against the tip of his erection now free from its confinement. She bit gently down on the engorged flesh and ran her tongue along the length of his erection, caressing the vein. Harris leaned his palms against the wall and stationed his penis directly in front of her mouth. Slowly and deliberately, he pushed his penis inside her while Thompson tested her tongue along its surface. The hard wall hurt the back of her head as he pushed. But this was nothing, she thought to herself, compared to the hurt he must feel every waking hour. She couldn’t even imagine his pain. She relaxed the back of her throat so that his penis could thrust deeper. Harris obliged her and she groaned as he fucked her mouth.
She could feel his urgency growing – his thrusts quickening. As he drew back to plunge again into her mouth she caught his penis with her hand. “Come here you. You need to go deeper. You need some warmth.” She stood up and turned toward the wall. “Pull them down,” she instructed as she hooked her thumb into the back of her stretch pants. He latched his fingers onto the elastic waist on either side of her hips and pulled her pants down below her firm buttocks. This too she knew would please her lover. At forty-something she still had a fine ass. “Let me feel your skin,” she demanded. He raised both his shirt and hers to the chill of the night air and pressed his chest against her back. As his smooth skin warmed itself against hers, she could feel his hard penis splayed sideways across her buttocks.
He wasted no time in separating the cheeks of her ass wide with his hands to expose her anus and clit to the cold ocean air. The dry salty breeze sucked away the moisture of her arousal so that as he drove his penis into her, it took a moment for him to pierce through to the moist sponge awaiting his penetration. The sensation of him pounding her brought forth both tears of pain and budding spasms of orgasm. Each spasm tightened her channel so that as he penetrated her, her sinewy pussy squeezed against his penis – the tightness like a virgin fuck.
“Do you feel me coming?” she whispered. Waves of orgasm now rocked her insides. He grabbed her hips and thrust once more as deep as he could go. She felt him shudder as the first pulse of his cum shot inside of her. Three times more she could feel the pulsing release of his ejaculation. “I need this,” he whimpered as he collapsed forward against her back.
She squirmed around to face him, pulling his still warm pale chest against her tits and stomach. Already she had a vision of herself lying in bed later – her underwear still soaked with his wet cum – her fingers exploring the wetness inside of her. Harris reached up and cupped her head in his huge hands. In spite of their closeness, his eyes were still an inky black.
Reeling in the Years
A full moon cast enough light to throw a pale silver shimmer on the glassy surface of the water. The stones shifted beneath her feet and made crunching noises as she moved across the beach. But there was no need to watch her steps on these potentially ankle-twisting stones. After so many years walking here, she knew every turn.
Her dog ran ahead to chase the waves racing up onto shore. She found him by the water’s edge and to her surprise also saw a tall dark silhouette jutting vertically against the horizon, to the left. It was rare to see someone on the beach this time of night let alone this time of year. She couldn’t yet tell if the person was walking towards her or away from her. Whoever this person was, he or she was not used to this beach at night.
The lurching figure moved towards her. She also felt certain that it was a man who approached. Always on the side of caution, she veered closer to the sea wall. The figure adjusted his course as well and now headed in the same direction. Her stomach tightened slightly and out of precaution, she began to scout out a point where she would be able to vault to safety to the sidewalk on the other side. There were now only twenty feet between her and the man coming toward her. She thought she would have no trouble beating him to the sea wall should she need to run, but nonetheless, she felt her heart racing as her adrenalin readied her for flight.
“Thompson? Is that you?” There was only one person in this town who called her by her last name—Harris, her son’s old football coach. She hadn’t seen him in years although she had attended his son’s funeral eight months ago. He died in a car accident.
He stopped five feet from her and she could just now make out his features. Features that were remarkably handsome for a man nearly fifty. Where were the lines of his loss and anguish? “How are you Thompson?” Like an old friend, a warmth in her groin made her body tingle. It was the same feeling she would get when he would approach her after a game years ago. His voice was deep and commanding, one that she adored.
Once they had gone for a cup of coffee after a particularly wet and cold game. The diner was crowded and they had stood cramped in a corner within a hair’s breath from one another.That night as she lay next to her husband, she had repeatedly imagined moving her lips across the two-inch divide that had separated them in the steamy, noisy diner.
The dark of the night cancelled out the steel blue of his eyes but she could nonetheless feel them boring into her now. “So how did you know it was me and what brings you out here this time of night?” she asked.
“I recognized your dog. I can’t think of many owners who walk their dogs as often as you do. I always see you when I’m driving back over the causeway on my way home from work. I just saw you two heading down toward the beach and, well, I thought it would do me good to take a little walk myself.” He casually kicked his foot into the primeval stones beneath him. “Isn’t it kind of late for a beautiful woman like you to be walking out alone?”
“I have a dog, remember?”
“Right, the one that just didn’t bark when I approached you and is now oblivious to everything but that piece of driftwood covered in seaweed he just found over there.”
“Still a wise ass, eh?” She noted that they had lapsed into the same flirtatious bantering from years ago on the sidelines of games. Once she had brought her dog to the game and watched in horror as he ran out onto the field amidst a play. Fortunately he had disrupted the opposing team’s offense.
His voice sounded like it always did, but in the darkness she thought she could see his body saying something very different. It made her remember again how closely together they had stood in the diner years ago – the jostling people around them an excuse to be in such near proximity. They stared into one another’s eyes as they sipped their coffee.
The sound of drums carried down to the beach from the local high school football game. She loved the drums, like no other instrument; they could reach down inside and yank those inhibitions out. Which is perhaps why she found herself reaching out and hugging this man almost a stranger to her. “I am so sorry about Jason. He was a great kid.”
Harris stood rigid and then let out a choked gasp that came from somewhere very deep inside. His voice sounded far away now. “Thank you. He was in the wrong place at the right time”. She reached up and touched her fingers gently to his lips. “Shhhhh. It’s OK” He stood silent again. After a moment, she put her mouth up to his ear. “You didn’t get out of your car for sympathy, did you? You came down here for something else.”
She felt an almost imperceptible nod against her cheek .Slowly, she took his hand in hers and led him up to the sea wall. On such a calm night it seemed hard to imagine that this wall could take such a beating during a storm. There were pit marks all along its surface from the rocks and ocean debris that had been hurled madly against it.
She leaned against the cool concrete facing him. “This is just between you and me. Right here and right now,” she said. She could barely get the words out. “If you want to cry against my shoulder all night, you can. Or if you want to…” Her voice dropped and she could not say what her body ached to tell him.
Harris stood for a moment looking at her. She wasn’t dressed at her sexiest best but there were nonetheless things that she thought he would be pleased to discover if he chose to touch her in certain places. He moved slowly toward her until they both stood much closer than the proper distance between even good friends dictates. He lifted the bottom of her fleece sweatshirt and slipped his hand underneath. Already he had discovered what she felt sure his cold hands would appreciate. Between her and the polar fleece was only a silk undershirt. She wore no bra. His hand moved upward along the silky fabric that hugged her warm and still very trim body.
The shock of his cold hand made her skin tingle. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Thompson. There are so many things I’ve thought of doing to you….”As if to make his point, he squeezed the nipple of her breast between his index finger and thumb while with the other hand he deftly slid down the front of her stretch yoga pants and undies to thrust two fingers deep into her. She imagined his pleasure as his cold, calloused fingers found the inside of her warm and moist place. And now his lips finally crossed the few inches that had separated them in the diner. His tongue and hands completely pinned her against the sea wall. The hand at her breast moved upwards to her neck – his fingers gently reaching out to touch her lips.
She slid down the wall until she crouched in front of the warm bulge she found below his belt buckle. She looked up to the dark outline of his face. “Is this what you want?” He gently took her head in his hands and pressed it against the hard bulge in his pants. Unfastening his jeans, she pressed her cold cheek against the tip of his erection now free from its confinement. She bit gently down on the engorged flesh and ran her tongue along the length of his erection, caressing the vein. Harris leaned his palms against the wall and stationed his penis directly in front of her mouth. Slowly and deliberately, he pushed his penis inside her while Thompson tested her tongue along its surface. The hard wall hurt the back of her head as he pushed. But this was nothing, she thought to herself, compared to the hurt he must feel every waking hour. She couldn’t even imagine his pain. She relaxed the back of her throat so that his penis could thrust deeper. Harris obliged her and she groaned as he fucked her mouth.
She could feel his urgency growing – his thrusts quickening. As he drew back to plunge again into her mouth she caught his penis with her hand. “Come here you. You need to go deeper. You need some warmth.” She stood up and turned toward the wall. “Pull them down,” she instructed as she hooked her thumb into the back of her stretch pants. He latched his fingers onto the elastic waist on either side of her hips and pulled her pants down below her firm buttocks. This too she knew would please her lover. At forty-something she still had a fine ass. “Let me feel your skin,” she demanded. He raised both his shirt and hers to the chill of the night air and pressed his chest against her back. As his smooth skin warmed itself against hers, she could feel his hard penis splayed sideways across her buttocks.
He wasted no time in separating the cheeks of her ass wide with his hands to expose her anus and clit to the cold ocean air. The dry salty breeze sucked away the moisture of her arousal so that as he drove his penis into her, it took a moment for him to pierce through to the moist sponge awaiting his penetration. The sensation of him pounding her brought forth both tears of pain and budding spasms of orgasm. Each spasm tightened her channel so that as he penetrated her, her sinewy pussy squeezed against his penis – the tightness like a virgin fuck.
“Do you feel me coming?” she whispered. Waves of orgasm now rocked her insides. He grabbed her hips and thrust once more as deep as he could go. She felt him shudder as the first pulse of his cum shot inside of her. Three times more she could feel the pulsing release of his ejaculation. “I need this,” he whimpered as he collapsed forward against her back.
She squirmed around to face him, pulling his still warm pale chest against her tits and stomach. Already she had a vision of herself lying in bed later – her underwear still soaked with his wet cum – her fingers exploring the wetness inside of her. Harris reached up and cupped her head in his huge hands. In spite of their closeness, his eyes were still an inky black.
