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MoonWolf looked at the seemingly endless mirage of packed boxes. She shook her head in defiance. She would not allow this to overwhelm her.

The view from her new home was impressive. The house was next to the pacific ocean, with a room on the west end of the building all windows. All the better to see the waves spashing up during high tide. She decided a walk on the beach would do her some good.

Looking into the mirror, she decided the short red sundress would be sufficient, rather than wading through a zillion boxes looking for something more suitable for beachware. Her 36C breasts strained to be released, and her long tanned legs ached to be touched. The sandals would have to go.

The sun was still up, so a hat was in order. A large sunbonnet, in fact.

Her long blond hair flowed with the gentle breeze, as she carried her 5'7" slim figure across the sand. Seagulls splashed sand toward her bare feet as she grew near them. They had been fighting over a small piece discarded bread she had thrown out before, and hadn't detected her approach until she was almost upon them.

She laughed out loud with delight at the flurry. Ah, life was good. Very good, in fact, except she felt a deep inner longing. Her long journey to the finacial freedom she now felt, had meant many lonely night. That lonliness now engulfed her.

How long had it been since she'd actually had a sexual encounter? A month, three, a year?

She shook her head, she didn't want to count the endless hours of lonliness. That would change, and very soon, she had the feeling.

She decided to walk south along her sandy beach, and observe her neighbors. Who knows, maybe she'd meet someone interesting.
 
Description: 5'10", 25 years old, brown hair, green eyes

I emerged from the surf after my daily swim and walked up the beach to where I left my towel. The cool air tightens up my nipples as beads of water glistened on my chest hair. After drying the salt water off my face, I opened my eyes to see a woman in a bonnet walking along the beach towards me, the short hemline of her dress showing off her golden legs. The sight of her breasts pushing out the fabric of her sundress creates a stirring in my bathing suit, which prompts me to hold my towel in front of my torso as I approach her.

"Hello! You must be my new neighbor. My name is John," I say, extending my hand...
 
Young neighbor

I watch a young man, must be in his mid 20's (I'm in my 40's) come out of the surf to find his towel. It's obvious he swims often, because of his golden skin.

The water on his chest hair glistens as I see him look up to me.

"Hello! You must be my new neighbor. My name is John,"

"Well, hello, John. I am Moon. Nice to meet you."

I smile at this attractive young man, as I see something stirring between his legs. Is he attracted to me? I wonder? Surely I am mistaken. For I could be old enough to be his mother. (if I had had children, that is)

I smile at him, suddenly self concious. I silently chatise myself thinking how silly to feel this way. Yet, I felt the stirrings in my own sexuality. How long has it been?
 
I return her smile, "Nice to meet you too." My eyes are distracted by the v-neck of her cleavage, wondering to myself how far down her tan breasts I would have to go to find tan lines, if at all... The possibility of this woman sunbathing topless out my back door inspires my cock to continue hardening, so much so that I discreetly adjust my bathing suit to make room...

"So, how do you like the beach so far? Get used to lots of beautiful days like this!" I say, checking her fingers for any signs of a ring as she nervously catches her blonde hair blowing in the breeze. Surely such a beautiful woman must be married, but the house she had just moved into isn't exactly ideal for raising kids...
 
I see the young man adjusting his suit, and know there is no mistaking the interest he has. His eyes wander over my breasts and golden tan, and pause a moment at my hands. I raise them toward him and say,

"No, no wedding rings, if that's what you are wondering." I smile warmly at him. "And I love the weather here, thank you."
 
I smile, slightly embarrassed, not only because she noticed me checking out her fingers, but thinking of all the other things she might also have noticed...

"Would you like to come up to my place for a drink?" I ask.
 
"Would you like to come up to my place for a drink?"

I hear him ask.

I glance up toward the nearby home, then glance back at him. Smiling I reply,

"I would love to have a drink, John." I wonder to myself what his status in life is. A college student? Does he have roommates? Surely he isn't so young as to live with parents, I hope to myself. I look at him with inquiring eyes.
 
"This way," I say as I lead her across the sand to my house. As we walk up the steps to the deck, I explain, "Honestly, this house belongs to my boss. I'm house sitting for the summer while he's away on buisiness." I open the sliding glass doors and step inside.

"Make yourself comfortable. You must be exhausted from unpacking," I say, motioning towards the couch, observing the air conditioning has made her nipples become erect and noticable through the thin fabric of her dress. "What can I get you to drink?" I ask, heading into the kitchen, still thinking about her golden breasts.
 
"I don't know, what do you have?" I enquired. "An import beer if you have any, would be fine." She looked around the surroundings. "Nice place. Your bosses, eh? What do you and he do?"

She followed him into the kitchen.
 
I bend over to get some beers from the bottom of the fridge...

"Let's see... Will Sam Adams do?" I wasn't really prepared to be entertaining guests, "Boston's almost far enough away to be considered 'imported'..." I stand up with two bottles in my hand. As I turn around, one of my hands brushes against her breast; I didn't realise she was standing right behind me. I smile, a little embarassed, looking hungrily into her eyes. "Oh, ... uh, structural engineering...," I answer the question as I quickly open a drawer and fish out a bottle opener, "We do a lot of earthquake stuff. He's going to be in Taiwan for the next few months."
 
"Sure, a Sam Adams is fine."

I say as he hands me the open bottle. I see his embarrassment as he brushed against my breast. A tingle of excitement shoot through me. My, it HAS been a long time.....

"Earthquakes, eh? I've never experienced one before. I come from tornado country in the Midwest." I state.

I take a sip from my beer, and look around the room again. A feeling of exhaustion suddenly sets in.

"May we sit somewhere and relax? I'm suddenly feeling the move, I think."
 
"Sure, let's go back to the den," I suggest, leading her with my hand at the small of her back, resisting the urge to slide further down and feel her firm ass. Her short sundress rides up as she sits on the couch, giving me an even better view of her long, golden legs...

"You look beat... Perhaps a foot rub will help you relax," I suggest...
 
foot massage

PolishedKnob said:
"You look beat... Perhaps a foot rub will help you relax," I suggest...

"That sounds glorious." I simply state. I hadn't thought my feet felt fatigue, but the sound of a massage made my them ache. They knew what they wanted, even if I didn't

I sit, and lean back, as he situates himself before me. I take off my sandals, and raise my right foot. As I close my eyes, he begins his magic.
 
Sitting on the floor in front of the couch, I take her right foot into my warm hands. I begin by kneading the arch with my thumbs, working slowly at first, yet with a firm grip. She settles into the couch with a warm sigh, and I glance up to see the hem of her dress has drifted even further upwards, almost to the top of her tan thighs. I move on to her left foot, which almost turns to butter as my fingers massage away the tension. Her bare heel rests in my lap, gently touching my erection through my bathing suit. My hands move up to her ankle and, feeling brave, I place a light kiss on the top of her foot.
 
PolishedKnob said:
My hands move up to her ankle and, feeling brave, I place a light kiss on the top of her foot.

I relax immensely as he works my feet. I had no idea how a simple foot massage would relax my entire body this way. Frankly I didn't realize how tense I was, let alone realize ANY massage would be advantageous for me.

As he kisses the top of my foot, I feel a sudden deep arousal. I take a deep breathe, trying to keep it in check. But a low moan escapes my lips in betrayal.
 
I hear a moan escape her lips and I smile, knowing she appreciates my touch. I continue the massage, now moving on to her lower calf. The smooth, golden skin of her legs feels very erotic to my touch, bringing on the desire to run my fingers over her entire body. I catch hints that she is enjoying this just as much as I am, if not more, as her breathing becomes heavy and she arches her back, her full golden breasts straining against the thin fabric of her dress.

My fingers continue kneading, caressing and massaging their way up her leg and past her knee. I steal another kiss just above her knee on the inside of her leg, letting the tip of my tongue slip past my lips for a second to show that this one isn't as innocent as the first...

"Mmmm..., perhaps you'd like a full body massage...," I propose.
 
I could feel the tension fading away, as he continued up my legs. A parted them so he would have better access, aware he was probably able to catch a glimps of my white cotton panties. I felt a wetness between my legs, as the attention was very erotic.

He kisses my inner leg, slipping his tougue to caress me. I realize I wasn't the only one becoming aroused.

"Mmmm..., perhaps you'd like a full body massage...," he says.

I look down at him and smile.

"How could I turn down such an offer?" I state.
 
"Here, lie down on the couch," I say, letting her leg slip from my hand, "I'll be right back." I rush off to the bathroom to fetch a bottle of massage oil. When I return she's lying face down on the couch. Kneeling on the floor, I pour a few drops of oil in my hands, rub then together to warm them up, and get back to work on her legs. I start on the right leg, working my fingers up her calf and then her thigh, eventually my hands disapear under her dress. I continue kneading until my fingers just touch the cotton of her panties, at which point I put a few more drops of oil in my hand and move back to the left leg. I finish up her thigh in the same manner, hands slipping under the hem of her dress, reaching towards her panties.

Removing my hands from her legs, I move her blonde hair to the side so I can unzip the top of her dress. I lean over and place a soft kiss on the back of her now exposed neck. A few more drops of oil, and my hands are caressing her shoulders and upper back, sliding under the fabric of her dress. I undo her bra freeing more golden skin for my skilled fingers to work with. My hands work their way downward to her lower back, once again stopping when the reach her panties.

"Hmmm..., I think this dress is getting in the way," I whisper into her ear, my hand tracing the side of her breast where it meets the couch.
 
The body massage

Originally posted by PolishedKnob
"Here, lie down on the couch,....I'll be right back."

He says, as he leaves the room. I lie down on my stomach, with anticipation. He returns with a bottle of massage oil and pours a few drops into his hands.

I relax as he starts on my bare legs. Oh, it feels so erotic, as he brushes against my panties. First one leg, then the other. He moves my hair, and unzips my dress. A shiver runs through me as he kisses a most sensitive spot on the back of my exposed neck. I can feel the goose bumps rise all over my body, and my nipples harden.

He's working on my shoulders and upper back, as best he can considering the restrictions of my dress. He stops and states:


Originally posted by PolishedKnob
"Hmmm..., I think this dress is getting in the way,"

as his hand caresses the side of my breast.

I push myself up from the couch, and quickly remove the dress and panties. I pause for a moment, allowing him to regard my voluptuous breasts. I then lie back down so he can continue the massage.
 
I stand back, my mouth slightly open as I watch her remove her dress and panties, captivated by her full breasts, my cock throbbing beneath my thin swim suit. As she lies back down on the couch, I take more than just a few drops of oil in my hands this time and return to massaging her back. With the dress out of the way, I can take long, firm strokes, starting at the top of her ass going all the way to her shoulders. I bring my hands down the side of her body on the return stroke, feeling the side of her breasts as I go. I move my body closer to the couch so that my erection presses against her hip through my bathing suit, the warmth of her body turning me on even more. After several strokes I can feel all the tension removed from her back, and I move to her firm ass cheeks. I knead them softly, my fingers working their way down between her legs, lightly brushing the opening to her pussy, enough to feel her dampness. Her breathing becomes heavier and so does mine; her arousal is drivig me wild with desire, and a few drops of pre-cum have allready soaked though my bathing suit.

"I think it's time for you to flip over so I can do your front..."
 
I am thoroughly enjoying the massage, as he works the tension out of my aching muscles. I moan softly as he brushes against my wet pussy, a deep arousal building.

PolishedKnob said:
"I think it's time for you to flip over so I can do your front..."

I hear him say. I am so relaxed I find it difficult to get my muscles moving. He leans over to help me, and I'm soon laying on my back, with arms sprawled to my side, and legs still parted.
 
"Wow," I think to myself, grinning as I admire her naked body lying before me on the couch. Her back is arched, pushing her breasts out, as if they were calling for my attention. With a little more oil on my hands, I cup her voluptuous breasts, kneading them softly, avoiding her erect nipples for the moment, until I lean over and take one of the hard buds into my mouth. My tongue teases the tip of her nipple as my hands massage her chest and work their way down to the curls of her pubic hair.

I withdraw my mouth from her nipple, letting it harden in the cool air, wet with my saliva. I part her legs further, moving one of them off the couch so that her foot rests flat on the floor. Positioning myself between her legs, I slowly kiss my way up her inner thigh, the sweet scent of her arousal fills my lungs as I approach her waiting pussy. My deep breaths flow through her pubic hair as I exhale.
 
He continues with my breasts, and a deep moan displays my pleasure of his handiwork. My breasts respond to his touch, rewarding him with hardened nipples, as he sucks one into his sensuous mouth.

My body is on fire, as he turns his attentions to other parts. I feel a deep arousal, and wonder if he knows.

There is no resistance from me, as he parts my legs further. I feel a burning desire to be taken. It has been so long since I have allowed my body to experience such exquisite pleasure and I hope he senses this.

I feel I am in a drunken stupor, though I am not intoxicated on the alcohol I have consumed. I am quite aware of the sensation I feel, revel on the sensation he provides he exhales upon my wanton pussy.
 
Her body starts to squirm on the couch, her pussy begging for more attention. Extending my tongue, I lick slowly and firmly from the bottom to the top of her pussy, following the parting of her lips. I repeat this motion several times, gradually spreading her lips open with my fingers, exposing her clit to my warm breath, but teasingly avoiding direct contact with my tongue. I take two fingers and gradually inset them into her dripping pussy, moving them in slow circles.
 
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