Jason's Journey, Part 2 - Sex Stories

Jason's Journey, Part 2

... from his beige cargo shorts. His camo tee was tucked into his shorts emphasizing his broad chest. He wore no socks with his well-worn grey canvas shoes. "Hi," she said brightly, "I got us a booth on the veranda facing the bay." They walked through the glass doors to the veranda. Jason let her slide into the booth first. The booth was a high back wicker affair. The back curved and provided a modicum of privacy while not detracting from the ambiance. To their front and off to their right the expanse of sand sloped down to the gently rolling waves of Monterey Bay. Further to their right craggy bluffs jutted out. The tables to the left were filled with tourists. "You must think I'm terribly unprofessional to invite you for a drink when I was interviewing you." "Not at all," Jason laughed, "I was trying to figure how to ask you out!" They chatted as the server came to take their order. While waiting for their drinks they made small talk about the warm sunny day and large crowds of tourists. Despite the fact it was their first social meeting, they shared an easy familiarity. When their drinks arrived, the conversation had moved to their families. Jason related while he was born in California, his family were Louisiana transplants and he was an only child. Jason noticed that Belle's demeanor changed markedly when he asked about her family. Aside from offering that she was the youngest of five children and raised on a farm, she offered no more details. Jason read her closed down ...

... body language, tightness around her mouth and furrowed brow, as signs of a recent hurtful trauma related to her family. By the second round of drinks, Jason's hand lay comfortably on Belle's thigh. They both were enjoying the sun, soft breezes and each other's company. When Belle leaned in and kissed him, her hand found his thigh and gently stroked it. By the third round, they were making out like teenagers. "Who Whee," Belle exclaimed, fanning herself with her hand, "perhaps we should take a stroll on the beach and cool off!" The crowds thinned as they strolled hand in hand toward the bluffs. The sand changed to small sharp pebbles, making it uncomfortable for a bare foot person to walk. As they rounded the bluff, they came upon a small sheltered beach, barely wide enough for two people. In front of them the bluffs continued. Belle turned to face Jason. She stood on her tip toes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. Her tongue lightly touched his partially parted lips. She felt his hands drop to her ass. Jason was a little surprised at Belle's aggressiveness. In some ways, she was like his mom and aunt, sexually aware, knowing what they want and going after it. He let his hands slide down and cup her full firm behind. He squeezed it roughly. Belle lowered one hand between them and massaged his erection through his shorts. She moaned lustfully as her hand felt its length and girth. Her pussy moistened and began to throb as she anticipated his massive tool ...