Sarah Redux - Part Five - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part Five

Sarah and I had agreed to meet at an old Seaside Inn in Kennebunkport, Maine, for a weekend getaway. All during the week she had been the one expressing how horny she was, and how much she needed some attention. But it was through an act of nature and Sarah’s insatiable curiosity that I was the first to experience the joy and pleasure of an intense orgasm. In blinding, thick, wet fog, at the extreme end of a long seaside jetty, I got to experience one of those moments that becomes a lifetime memory; a blow job that I could not see, but could feel all the way down to my core. A thrilling, intense, grab your soul, shake you to your core blow job administered by a lady who is of Olympic stature in the art of sucking cock. And this wonderful blow job will be remembered for another reason as well. In the pea-soup fog, unable to see, I was unaware that I had painted Sarah’s face and top of her head with ribbons of white goo. Sarah, on the other hand, obviously knew that I had cum all over her face. Before we tried to make our way back to the shore, she had wiped off most, but not all of my seed, using the sleeve of her wet sweater. Happy to have made it back to land, and desperately needing warmth and a shower, we marched through the Inn’s indoor bar, past the front desk, and up the main staircase to our room. I thought the young man at the front desk and the husband and the young couple on the stairs had looked at us with an odd stare. Then again, I did not think much of it as we ...

... both were drenched, looking like we had just walked out of a shower fully clothed. Only at the door to our room did I realize that Sarah had walked past more than a few people while prominently displaying bands of white cum from the middle of her forehead up and over the top of her head. Once in our room and facing a mirror, Sarah’s initial reaction was one of amusement, roaring with laughter. Then she was embarrassed, wondering who had seen her on the way back to the room. Then even more embarrassment as she thought about seeing those same people the next day. I thought it was funny, and have that image of Sarah with white streaks in her hair burned into my memory. Then again, I wasn’t the one with cum all over my head. Sarah removed her wet clothes, showered, and returned to the room with her hair in a towel and wearing a terry cloth robe provided by the Inn. I would have joined her in the shower but for the antique bath tub, the kind with a shower curtain that pulls all the way around the tub. With nothing to hold onto but the curtain, it would be a dangerous act for two people to be in the tub at the same time, especially with all the grabbing and groping that would inevitably take place. As I walked back into the room after my shower, I was confronted with Sarah sitting up in the canopied bed, the bed covers over her legs, and her bare breasts and hard nipples prominently displayed. The look on her face said it all; a little, playfully-subtle smile, the tip of her tongue ...