The Beach House - Thunderstorms - Sex Stories

The Beach House - Thunderstorms

... stroked, paying lots of attention to the sensitive head, which leaked droplets of clear excitement. I kept my rhythm as agonizingly slow as his was. I surrendered to another orgasm, but Bill didn’t stop playing with my tits. He finally spurted all over his belly, and I felt his penis soften in my hand.

We drifted off to a contented sleep on the couch, his mouth still on my nipple, my hand still on his cock. The storm outside had finally subsided, and the air had changed - it felt clear and fresh. I was reminded that there was always a calm after the storm.

The sound of the emergency alert on his phone startled us awake. Dawn was breaking, and the power had been restored as we slept. Bill grabbed his clothes and ran off to the hospital, giving me a quick kiss as he left. I settled back into the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, and replayed last night’s events.

I had learned two important things. First, was that the sexual side of my marriage was over, at least for now. Maybe someday we’d find our way back to each other, as we had before, (Dave’s story will wait for another day!), but with us being on opposite sides of the country indefinitely, we both had needs the other couldn’t meet.

The second thing I learned was that I could reach an intensely pleasurable orgasm solely from breast play. Dave had never been interested in my tits - he was a leg and ass man. Bill had spent more time playing with my breasts in a couple of weeks than Dave had in twenty years, and ...

... I loved it! I felt I had missed out on so much pleasure over the years. That was definitely going to change. I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep.

A couple of hours later, I awoke to the sound of birds chattering in the trees. The sun was shining brightly and a gentle breeze carried that fresh after-rain smell, blended with wild roses. A quick glance out the window told me what my plans were for the morning. The wild thunderstorms last night had left a mess of broken branches, leaves and flowers all over the yard.

After a quick cup of coffee, I threw on a pair of shorts and a cropped, oversized T-shirt, grabbed my AirPods, and set out to clean up the mess. I noticed that the honeymooners’ car was gone, and I wondered if they had checked out. I worked up quite a sweat in the late morning sun. As I bent down to pick up a pile of branches, I saw a pair of feet. The sudden sight scared me and made me jump, dropping the branches. It was one of the honeymooners - Chantel.

“Sorry! I thought you might like a cold drink!” she said with a shy smile and a giggle. “You looked hot..”

I took my earphones out and stood up, very aware that from where she stood, she could see straight down my shirt to my hot, sweaty breasts. “I didn’t know anyone was around!” I replied breathlessly. “You just startled me. A cold drink would be really good right now.”

I followed her across her yard and up to the little deck, taking a seat along the railing. She was wearing a pale pink bikini, ...