The Beach House - Thunderstorms - Sex Stories

The Beach House - Thunderstorms

... lip injections, breast implants, and fake nails. She wore a distinctive cotton candy shade of pink on her lips and fingernails. She could have been forty years old or twenty - it was impossible to tell. I would later learn that she was actually twenty-five.

It was no surprise that one night after winning a big contract, Dave and his team went to a local pub to celebrate. It was after two o’clock in the morning when I heard his taxi pull into the driveway. Dave was very drunk, so I helped him to our bed, and started undressing him. There was a distinctive pink lipstick stain on his collar. I unbuttoned his shirt to find the same lipstick on his nipple. When I undid his pants, I found the telltale pink ring around the base of his cock. I had known that it was happening, but the sight of that lipstick on his body made it seem all too real.

“Mandy will be staying out here with me,” he replied. There were some indistinguishable sounds, and Dave’s voice had been distracted.

Bill stepped closer into me, rubbing his erection along my slit and letting his hands fall to my sides, lightly tickling me. He whispered into my ear, “She’s giving him a blow job.”

Just as the realization of what Bill whispered sank in, I shouted, “O my God!” At the exact same time, there was a huge clap of thunder and bright bolt of lightning, which threw the beach house into darkness and cut off my cell service. I was numb and trembling from the revelations of that phone call.

“Bill,” I said ...

... quietly, “I need you to fuck me. Please.”

He wasted no time bending me over the counter and sliding his cock into me. My nipples hardened into tight buds as they grazed along the cold marble, his hands grabbed my hips, rocking me at a quickening pace as his balls slammed into me.

Outside, a violent thunderstorm raged. The lightening flashes made it as bright as day. Inside of me, I felt Dave’s rhythm change as he neared his climax, taking me with him as we found our sweet release. After catching our breath, Bill led me over to the couch, where he sat beside me and put his arm around me. His support and silence were exactly what I needed.

We watched as impressive bolts of lightning struck the water in front of us. The hand that was on my shoulder gradually dropped to my breast. Bill lightly stroked my flesh with his index finger, sending shivers down my spine. Gradually, he made his way to my nipple, his gentle touch teasing it to a hard peak, making me long for his mouth. My clit was also throbbing, waiting for his attention.

Bill reached for a pillow, laid it on my lap, and swung around to lay on the couch, his head in my lap. He took my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue all around me. It felt heavenly! He sucked and bit and licked my breast until I reached a powerful orgasm. He adjusted the pillow and moved to the other breast and started the process all over again.

I reached down and grabbed his hard penis as he sucked my breasts. I slowly tickled and ...