Joan #7 part 1, San Diego - Sex Stories

Joan #7 part 1, San Diego

... complete pleasure to us. We kept at it for a while, relishing the joy and intimacy we shared. My cock felt like it was in a pleasure tunnel. When I came, I shot load after load of cum into her. Joan wrapped herself around me and rubbed her clit on my pubic mound. She mumbled, "Coming, I'm coming, fuuuuck me." I held her while she was still throbbing with her orgasm. We were sweaty, flush and satiated. We murmured sweet words to each other and fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day was all work for me. Joan went to the beach at the Del. She had a new suit, a slingshot micro bikini. It had two thin strips of sheer cloth that ran down over her breasts and formed a floss like V at her mound. The back was two strings that ended between her buttocks. When she modeled it for me, I thought any guy she wants. She told me about her beach adventures. She went around 10am. She put down her towel and spread sun tan lotion all over her front. She asked the beach boy to do her back. He started at her shoulders, first moving the strings to give her an even tan. When he moved the strings Joan's beasts were set free. She got up on her elbows so that the beach boy could get a good look at her gorgeous breasts. He continued down her back and Joan insisted he do her buttocks. By the time he was done she could see a large erection is his swimsuit. She reached up and brushed her hand over his erection and said, "Thank you." Joan told me that after that, she had to go to our room and ...

... finger herself to an orgasm. Joan had lunch at the Del in the Sheerwater restaurant under an umbrella overlooking the ocean. In the afternoon she went shopping in downtown La Jolla. La Jolla is a beautiful town with every imaginable opulent shop and restaurant. Joan was wearing tight white short shorts with the bottom of her cheeks showing and a sheer white halter top. She told me she had fun shoe shopping. She sat in the chair with the salesman kneeling between her legs. She sat with her legs spread, the outline of her slit pressing against the shorts. She said she looked at many pairs of shoes and she could see the salesman adjust the crotch of his pants. For the evening we decided to go to the Gaslight Quarter in downtown San Diego for the evening. The Gaslight Quarter is a six block pedestrian mall full of bars, nightclubs and restaurants. We looked around for a while and decided on a club/restaurant call Float. Float is the cities largest rooftop club with food, dancing and private cabanas by a pool. Joan wore a casual dress that covered her from neck to thigh in light gossamer silk. Whenever she stood by a light it was obvious she was naked underneath. We got a table by the pool and ordered gin martinis. The rooftop edge was surrounded by floodlights that would sweep across the city then across the crowd at the club. Every time it swept over us her naked body was lit up. A waiter took our food orders, after hovering over Joan. While we were waiting for our food, Joan took a ...