Joan #8 part 1 we go to Savanah - Sex Stories

Joan #8 part 1 we go to Savanah

... hand around the base and stroked it. She was frantically fingering herself. You could hear and smell her wetness through her underpants. The waiter was red in the face and sweating. He was groaning and saying, "Cocksucker, suck my dick, Ohhhh." He shot his cum in her mouth and Joan kept sucking him until he was dry. Joan kept fingering herself and started talking dirty, "Like you cock, more cocks, make me comeee." My prick exploded all over me and the chair. The waiter was on his back, his cock dangling down. He got up and pulled his pants back on. His smile lit up the room. He went to the door and said,"Any time you need servicing just give me a call." I went over to Joan and pulled her trembling body to me. She kissed me open mouth and she tasted of his cum. I smiled and said, "Well that was a happy surprise." Joan shrugged and said, "I was horny." We ate our dinner on the balcony and admired the lights reflected on the river. We talked about Savanah and what a charming city it was. The city has wide boulevards festooned with flowers and so many cultural things to do like the famous Bonaventure Cemetery, the Telfair art museum and of course the places where Johnny Mercer sang. Around midnight we decided to go to bed. We made tender love prolonging it with kisses and caresses slow thrusts and gentle humping and then slept until morning. The next day was all work for me. Joan decided she'd go to the beach. Joan had another scandalous bikini. It was called a peekaboo teardrop ...

... bikini. The top consisted of two strings for each breast leaving the nipples out in the open. The bottom was two strings that framed her mound, again leaving her slit out in the open. The strings were all that made up the bikini, no cloth. The back of the bottom was a string that went between her buttocks. When she modeled it for me, I couldn't resist licking her cunt and fondling her nipples while she was still wearing it. I told her she might get arrested for public indecency. She shrugged. At dinner Joan told me about her time on the beach. She said the lifeguard came over to her and said that the suit might be too scandalous. She got up off her beach blanket and stood very close to him. She reached down and adjusted the bottom and "accidently" ran her finger along her slit. The lifeguard blushed and his swimsuit was tented with a large erection. Joan touched him and said, "This is the only suit I have with me. Can't you just look the other way?" She lay back down on her blanket and spread her legs. She told me that by that time her cunt was dripping with wetness. While the lifeguard stared she fingered herself to a small orgasm. He kept staring and she loved it. We ate our dinner at a local steakhouse. We shared a bottle of Malbec from Argentina and the meal was great. After dinner we walked along River street and decided to go into Club 306 West. Joan was wearing what she called modern southern belle - a white diaphanous halter top with lace trim and a very short frilly ...