Sarah Redux – Part Six
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I woke early, hearing the rain pelting the Inn’s windows. I lay next to Sarah for a while, listening to the rain and some far distant thunder. The room was cool and damp, with the distinct aroma of the sea. To me, the rain was the perfect excuse for us to stay in the room all day. It seemed like a reasonable plan. I looked out the window towards the churning and rolling waves of the sea, and watched the rain fall on the Inn’s roof and plastic cover over the outdoor bar area. Most weekend visitors would have preferred the warmth of the sun, time spent on the little beach, or a walking visit to the shops in downtown Kennebunkport. The rain would keep them indoors. How many would take advantage of it, as I imagined Sarah and I would. Sarah and I weren’t at the Inn for a vacation. Our weekend mission, as with many of our visits, was sex and pleasure. The rain gave us the perfect opportunity to play. Rumbling around in the back of my mind were some ideas of what I wanted to do. But I knew that whatever we did in bed, or on some of the furniture, or the floor, it would more likely be a thought conceived in Sarah’s erotic mind. I took a quick shower, shaved and dressed. My intention was to let Sarah sleep and to find a newspaper and a much needed cup of coffee. Opening the door to our room, I found a newspaper that had been delivered to us compliments of the Inn. I used the small coffee maker in the room to make a very terrible tasting cup of coffee. I sat on the little two-seat couch, read the paper and sipped the awful coffee. Except for the sound of the rain pounding on the Inn roof, it was eerily quiet. I had read the paper, and was about three-quarters of the way through the crossword puzzle, when Sarah began to stir. I got up and eased into the bed beside her. She snuggled up to me, as her breasts popped out from beneath the covers. I could stay like this all day, warm and comfortable, looking at Sarah’s beautiful breasts and nipples and being surrounded by the light aroma of lavender which still clung to her skin from her shower the night before. I wanted to touch her breasts, feel their softness, and run my fingers over her nipples. But Sarah wasn’t even fully awake yet, and there would be plenty of time on this day for such activities. I felt some guilt for even having had such thoughts. mersin escort Sometimes that little brain in my dick takes over, pushing away the more rational bigger brain. “Is it raining?” she asked. “It’s coming down pretty good.” “Good,” was her only response. Sarah pushed the covers back, got out of bed, grabbed her bathrobe, and headed for the bathroom. I watched her body move as she glided across the room, her muscles flexing, and her firm tits wobbling up and down. I like looking at Sarah’s body, playing with all her wonderful woman parts, and best of all, making her moan, groan and cum in response to the pleasure I can give her. I finished the crossword puzzle while Sarah showered. She emerged from the bathroom wearing only her pajama bottoms, and walked directly towards me, her tits swaying back and forth. She straddled me on the small coach and pulled the newspaper out of my hands. “What do you want to do today?” she asked, probably having already planned out the day’s activities in her head. “I know what I want to do,” I responded, staring at her bare breasts and nipples, and then flicking a hardening nipple back and forth with my finger. “But I think we need to grab breakfast first.” We joined others at the family style breakfast tables, and met an older couple who had been coming to the Inn for several years. They told us about shopping in the many small boutique stores in the small village, and where we might have lunch. Sarah looked nervously around the room, wary of encountering one or more of the people who had seen her the night before with long streaks of my milky-white cum in her hair. After breakfast, we walked to the outdoor bar area. The rain had stopped, but it was still foggy, muggy and sticky. I wanted to return to the room for the rest of the morning and see what Sarah and I could dream up for fun. Sarah, ever practical, suggested that morning, afternoon and evening sex might just be too much. Without saying it, she was nicely suggesting that I might not be able to perform for that length of time. My little brain told me to go for it; my big brain knew she was right. In any case, the conversation at breakfast had piqued Sarah’s shopping instincts, and she suggested we visit downtown Kennebunkport, shop and have lunch at the seaside mersin escort bayan restaurant suggested by the couple we had met at breakfast. With a shy little smile and a kiss on the cheek, she also suggested that the wait would be worth it. Sarah shopped. I tagged along. Sarah shopped some more. I sat in a little coffee shop with a few bags of things she had bought. Sarah looked at dress designs and fabrics. I drank more coffee and waited. We searched for a bit and finally found the restaurant and had lunch. Sarah showed me a few of the things she had bought. Included in one package from a small home decorating store were several feet of light blue, braided, smooth rope. “This is for you,” she said, tossing the rope to me. We hurried back to the Inn. ……………….. Sarah was in a playful mood, teasing me about how much I wanted her; joking about her blow job in the fog the day before; asking what I wanted to do with the rope she had bought; telling me how hard she had cum the night before; and that maybe I should just relax and let her pleasure me for the afternoon. “It’s the middle of the afternoon. There’s probably no one in the next room.” “And why is that important?” I asked. “Well, it means that I can be as loud as I want. Or maybe it’s you that will need to be gagged.” Knowing her as I did, I knew her erotic mind had been working, probably since last night, on scenarios of what we might do on this Saturday day and evening. I sat on the couch and Sarah removed her shorts, slowly, teasingly, staring into my eyes. She knew that I liked to watch her get undressed. I knew that she liked the way I looked at her body. It gave her chills and made her wet. She stood ten feet from me and removed her t-shirt and bra, followed by her thin little panties. I stared at her naked body. She had a wonderful way of getting into my head. She stood with her eyes partly closed, a little flushed in the face, and that little smile on her lips. She didn’t have to say anything. I could see the goose bumps form on her arms and breasts and her nipples harden. She cupped her breasts in her hands, holding them up, and skillfully manipulated each nipple with her thumb and fingers. The pleasure and excitement of sex had begun to spread through her body. Sarah took a few steps toward escort mersin me, turned around, and bent over at the waist, showing me her pussy and ass. She reached back with two fingers and opened her glistening slit. Her honey juices ran down her leg. I reached out and ran my fingers up the rivulet of pussy nectar on her leg until I touched her open slit. I slid two fingers along her moist lips and then one finger into her love hole. Sarah’s knees buckled a little, and she let out a little whimper of pleasure. Sarah was turned on and ready. But what did she have in mind? She knelt between my legs and undid my belt buckle and zipper and pulled my pants and underwear down, letting my already hard, leaking cock spring out. “Your cock always amazes me. I love how big it is; how it looks; how it feels. I love that it’s mine to play with.” Off came my shoes and underwear, as well as my shirt. Cupping my balls in her left hand, she began to slowly and lightly stroke my shaft. Each little touch was an electric shock. In response, I oozed pre-cum, which ran down the side of my manhood and all over her hand and fingers. She continued this slow torture, interrupted only by short kisses and darting tongue licks to the sensitive head, until I was shaking involuntarily with each tickling touch. “What do you want me to do?” She knew that I was at a distinct disadvantage. I could not think while she was playing with my cock, and so had no answer for her. “Do you want to cum?” “Yes!” I answered quickly, watching her slowly run her hands up and down my manhood. Sarah backed off, put her hands on her thighs, and let my cock just stand straight and tall, spasm and pulse, and ooze pre-cum. “It’s way too soon for that, Michael. It’s still early afternoon. We have all afternoon to play.” With that being said, Sarah got up, walked over to her shopping bags and pulled out a pair of soft black gloves, putting each glove on her hands as she returned to the couch. She bent over me, letting her tits dangle in my face, and stroked my cock with her right gloved hand. “Just relax.” she said with a little girl giggle. The material of the glove offered a very different feel on my cock, especially to the soft, sensitive skin on the head. The gloves were made of a soft, almost velvety material which provided more friction than her bare hand sliding over my well lubricated cock. On the shaft, the glove material felt very good, especially when she stroked the shaft with a light touch. When rubbed on the head, however, it was almost painful; too much friction for the sensitive helmet.
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