Who wins? - Sex Stories

Who wins?

... in his ears. “Yes, I’m fine,” he said, sheepishly smiling at the woman. “Just lost my footing. No damage done.” She smiled. “That’s okay then.” And immediately she chuckled, a deep throaty, sexy sound. “I must say,” she said, “you gave a good impression of a falling-down drunk. Here, use my towel to clean off the sand.” Carl smiled back but shook his head. “It’s okay. I’m just going for a quick dip, that’ll wash the sand off. But thanks anyway,” and he walked off, almost with his tail between his legs except, despite the shock of his tumble, it was still somewhat tumescent. She watched him go, carried on drying herself and observed him dive into the shallows, swim a few strokes and float on his back. She picked up her water bottle, sipped, moistened dry lips by licking them with her wet tongue, and dropped the bottle next to her bag under the shade of the parasol. When Carl left the water and began his walk back up the strip of beach, she flapped her towel into place on top of the colourful beach blanket. “Do you feel better?” she asked as he approached her station. She glanced from his face, down his dripping torso to his bushy hair out of which hung a thick circumcised tube, sea water plopping off the tip of an impressive mushroom head. She quickly looked back into his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay thanks but I think I might have a bruise or two later.” He rubbed a hand over his buttocks and hip to emphasise the point. “Here, let me see,” she said and reached out a cool hand to ...

... turn him round. She studied the wide shoulders, muscle-rippled back, firm buttocks and sturdy legs. “Can’t see any damage but, then again, you’re well tanned. Probably take some time for any bruising to show.” Carl turned back and looked briefly into her sparkling brown eyes, glanced at her wide mouth and then stared at her breasts and prominent nipples. “Oh boy,” she said with a grin and chuckle and looked down at his burgeoning cock. “I think you’d better get back to your sunbathing up yonder. C’mon, I’ll help you climb back up, make sure you don’t fall again..” She put her right hand in the small of his back and guided him to the foot of the cliff. They plodded up the slope, their feet sinking into the sand. Carl relished the assistance of this friendly, naked vision. At one point, her right tit pressed against his left bicep and she made no attempt to change the situation. In fact, her nipple seemed to harden against his muscle. “Well, here we are,” Carl eventually declared, looking down at his large blanket and towel. “Hmmm,” she said, turning her head to look back over the beach. “Good vantage point you have here. You can see everything and,” turning back to face Carl, added, “not overlooked yourself. Very private.” “Yes,” he managed before inhaling rapidly as the woman reached with her right hand and brazenly circled her fingers around his shaft. Slowly but firmly, she stroked his length, all the time looking down, watching as he expanded and hardened. “That feels good,” ...