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Beach Bunny Boff

... was heaving in gulps of air, my cock twitching and leaking fluid. I rolled her on her back. Her eyes were tight shut, her body trembling. Seeing her like that, fully satisfied, her face vacant with pleasure pushed me over the edge. I yelled, “I’m cuming Rach,” and her eyes flicked open staring right at me. She reached up, grabbed and jerked my cock three times. I shot out a stream of cum that landed on her belly. Stroke, stroke, stroke, the second on her breasts. She smiled and smoothed it out like suntan lotion all over. Then I fell down. My hands on either side of her to support myself, chest heaving. I was staring straight at her and panting, trying to catch my breath. I managed, “Damn, like a couple of bunnies!” She was still stroking my cock and whispered in a husky voice, “You done good baby, real good!” *** The next morning, I was at Jason’s. I was sitting at the bar, the remains of a plate of steak and eggs and fresh fruit was set to the side. My laptop in front of me, I was typing like a madman on my new book. Jason came up and asked, “So, life is ...

... good again my friend?” I looked up, “Damn good. Met that Rachel. You know the girl you gave directions to the beach.” He just shrugged and smiled noncommittally, idly wiping the bar in between us. “I spent the rest of the day and night with her. Amazing young woman.” Then I looked up into nowhere. I actually blushed at the thought of how we had passed that last day. The beach wasn’t the only place we spent time together. I fixed a hard look at Jason and said, “Somehow, you knew she would be good for me, help me break this writer’s block.” He smiled shyly, “A minor talent of mine, my man.” “Have you seen her Jason? I really liked her. We were supposed to meet for breakfast this morning.” “Oh, yes I did. She gave me this note for you. Said she had an early plane to catch back to the States... Texas, I think,” and he winked at me. I snatched it from his hand and read it silently, hearing her sweet voice in my mind, “Saw you writing again and didn’t want to interrupt. My task is done. Thanks for the boff.” And it was signed, ‘Rachel, your personal beach bunny’.