Real Life Sex Story: On the rocks!

We only had a short time to enjoy the sights of Bermuda and decided that the best way to get in as much of this beautiful island as possible was to rent a moped. Honestly, I was scared. I hate two-wheeled vehicles, including bicycles (childhood trauma). Add that to this thing about driving on the “wrong” side of road (I know, it’s all in one’s perspective), and I was close to terrified. Jack, however, was quite excited, and I didn’t want to dampen the spirit of the day, so I went along for the ride, so to speak.

It was a clear day, our smiles were bright, and we just went with it. I honestly couldn’t have told you how far we had gone when Jack decided to turn off the beaten path and into the parking lot of some place as yet unknown. The very first thing that struck me was chickens. Yes, I said chickens. There were wild chickens running about. I immediately grabbed my camera and started clicking … just because.

After getting over the mild shock of being surrounded by begging chickens, we walked a short distance down a path, and the sight was as spectacular as the chickens were strange to us! There were huge rocks obviously worn by years of exposure to the sea and the sea itself, in beautiful shades of blues and greens, that seemed to go on forever. And not a soul anywhere. It was our own private little haven, and the first thing I thought of was SEX! On the rocks! I didn’t say anything to Jack right away. After all, I didn’t want to be arrested for indecent exposure in a foreign country. Just a second after I had these thoughts, I heard from Jack: “Where’s the camera? Take your top off ...” As I did, the tingling began ...

In spite of the solitude, I was still nervous about being completely nude out here, so I did take my top off, but only my top, as Jack happily clicked away. And the more he clicked, the more my nerves diminished. I dropped the towel and wandered around our private little cove in just my swimsuit bottoms. A little further down, toward the water, we discovered that the real secret to this spot were the alcoves within the rocks where, literally, we would be completely hidden from any passersby – whether by foot, air, or surf. I got bold and dropped my bottoms. Jack continued to shoot and, in between shots, I asked to look at the shots to confirm that he was capturing only my most flattering poses (you know how us women are about photos …), and at one point, with the camera in my hands, I told Jack to drop his drawers because turn-about was fair play (really, I just wanted in his pants). We laughed as we passed the camera back and forth, both trying to act casual and equally nervous about getting busted!

I threw a towel down on a flat spot on the rocks and Jack climbed above me. He directed, and I followed [mostly] … put your right leg upon the ledge [why my right leg?] … cover your face with your left arm [does it have to be my left arm?] … touch your pussy with your other hand [that’s not comfortable with my right leg up] … okay, use your left hand [I’m right handed] … and on we went to the tune of probably fifty or so photos and a handful of wetness.

Jack mentioned that it looked like there was a little storm brewing and that it seemed to be coming our way. We thought about packing up and heading out, but he could tell that I was reluctant to get dressed. He was surprised, as it’s usually he who takes the position that naked is better – and he said, “Sex? Here? Seriously?” and the grin I returned was all the response he needed. He surveyed our surroundings (he is, when all is said and done, a cautious man), we stashed the camera equipment to protect it from the rain, and then he promptly suggested a spot among the alcoves.

I climbed up, set a towel down, and sat on the rock, completely naked and taking in the sun. He wasn’t far behind … he positioned himself so that he and his eager cock faced me. He reached down and felt how wet I was at the idea of making love to him right here. As he inserted his finger in my moist pussy, I took his already hard cock in my mouth and hand and began to suck and lick enthusiastically, looking up into his eyes periodically. I love to suck his cock and see the pleasure in his eyes while I’m doing it! In spite of my nerves, the excitement of the experience meant that it wasn’t going to take long for me to cum, and I recall thinking that I was being awfully loud for our location – yes, I’m a moaner; sometimes a screamer. He somehow managed to play with my clit while simultaneously finger fucking me with just one hand, and in just moments, I released his cock from my mouth and groaned loudly in pleasure, the speed of which surprised Jack.

Whenever the chance arises, I’m the first to stick my ass in the air and take him doggie – he knows this, and we both laugh when I’m able to jump into position faster than he can pin me down in some other way. Hard rocks in my back were last on my list of things to experience today, so I jumped up quicker than he could say, “Nice O,” and stuck my ass and sopping pussy up high to greet his manhood, figuring my knees would sooner recover. He slammed into me, almost knocking me off balance and off my rock; this basically being an ‘instant message’ telling me to hold on tight, because he was in the mood to fuck! The angle – my legs spread just enough and the height of this particular rock exact -- was perfect to feel the full weight of his balls on my clit each time he slammed into me. Post climax, this sent shivers through me, and my moans reverberated loud and proud through those rocks and, I’m sure, around the corner into the island.

The harder he slammed, the louder I got, and the more I held onto that damned rock! Jack was a thrusting madman today, and I was loving every second of it! And as I was, he slowed down, obviously wanting to make this last … but as wet as I was, he rubbed against me just the right way, and that, too, sent me into ecstasy. Just then, I flashed back to a night at our favorite club … in a back room with a mirrored wall … one of the sweetest pussies I’ve ever tasted in my face … his cock in her mouth … her moans coming back to me … then back to this moment, as I felt Jack’s final surge and one last slam as he came, also moaning loudly in pleasure.

Some take their Sex On The Beach. I’ll take mine On The Rocks, thank you very much.

Fondly yours,
Jill

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Real Life Sex Story: Mission accomplished

We had so much to do that day that getting ready for the club turned into a rushed event. Jack had taken a nap and woke up with a hard on. It greeted me in the shower. I thought we might have time for a quickie and bent over, letting him enter me from behind. I was reminded that “hurry up” isn’t the thing a guy wants to hear in this position. LOL! He decided to wait until later and I left him and his woody in the shower, while I went to finish getting ready. I shaved my pussy (using his super-fine electric razor so as to not leave those nasty little red bumps), applied body lotion, after-shower spritz (vanilla, ironically), and slipped on a sexy little black dress and black patent fuck-me pumps with an ankle strap. Make-up, hair, and done! I had packed everything earlier in the day – gels, toys, liquor – so all I needed was Jack.

We had been up so late the night before that we were both dragging a little, so we picked up Monster as our mixer for the night and headed to the club. We arrived a few minutes earlier than expected. I got a drink from the bar, said my “hellos,” and was introduced to my first tour – a unicorn, yay! Turns out she was already matched up with friends, so we toured, hugged, and went our separate ways. I caught up with Jack and found out that the other host couple was a no show. Going to be a busy night!

By 11 p.m., our second winds kicked in, thanks to our Monster (that would be Monster the beverage, not Jack’s cock, as I’ve fondly dubbed it). We hit the dance floor running, so to speak, and returned to the sight of several of our friends having a serious time with one another. One Lucky Lady was leaning back in a high-top chair, legs spread and sans panties, with a female friend bent in front of her licking her pussy and Lady Friend and another sucking her breasts. Lady Friend looked so sexy in this little black dress! By the time we had full view, a couple of other ladies had gathered around and were touching her where ever they could. One was kissing her deeply. The crowd of guys around the scene only parted for more ladies to join in the action. I was getting hot watching Lady Friend play with the Lucky Lady’s nipples and thoroughly enjoying the view. A friend I hadn’t seen in a while came up behind me about that time, and we began chatting. When I turned back, the scene had disappeared. What a shame!

I think our group had collectively decided that they would wait until I was ready before suggesting we get a room. I was ready around midnight and made the suggestion myself. It was a busy night, and, of the 20 rooms in the club, the 10 or so open ones all needed fresh sheets. I was eager to play and went to get them myself. Unless I’m looking for a particular swing or the Sybian, the décor really doesn’t much matter to me. I found the first open room and with everyone following, declared this would be it. Jack’s only question: Are there mirrors? Yes. He left to get our bag of toys and such from the locker and returned as Lady Friend and I had just finished changing the sheets.

As usual, I was the first to be undressed (when I’m ready, I’m ready), and lay across the mattresses watching everyone else strip. I was hot tonight and on a Mission. Jack was next. He came over to me, and I began playing with him, but the idea of a sweet naked pussy so close got my urge to lick it going. I wasn’t, however, going to kamikazi this poor lady by going straight for it. As I said, I was on a Mission, and in order to achieve it, I knew we all had to slow down and make her want it.

I all but ordered Lady Friend to lie down, with Jack on one side of her and the Mr. on the other. I got the prime spot between her legs. She seemed nervous – she’s new to all this – and I quietly told her to just relax. I asked the guys to gently caress her and just gently touch her all over her body, and they did as I asked. I grazed my fingers over her legs and tummy and resisted Temptation. We did this for several minutes, as I cooed softly for her to relax and enjoy the sensations. The guys each started playing with her perky breasts and when one leaned down to suck a nipple, the other followed suit. I continued sending tingling sensations through her from toes to torso. I leaned in to kiss her thighs and let my long hair brush against them. I wasn’t going to touch Temptation until I felt she was weak with anticipation. We could hear the music from the dance floor, and she started to rock, just the slightest bit, to the beat. She was getting her groove on.

I think I was probably weaker with anticipation than she was at this point. I love to lick pussy and am not typically a patient person. I could feel my juices starting to flow and saw the guys’ cocks grow. I brushed against her pussy lips, and I thought she shivered, in spite of the body heat in the room. I licked the inner crease where thigh meets body, flicking lightly and teasing her. The scent of her filled me. I enjoyed watching the guys play with her and watch me, also anticipating my next move. I was getting wetter. It was time. I gently spread her lips and let her feel my hot breath.

I inserted just the tip of my tongue and felt her pulsing clit. A tiny gasp left her. I licked downward and tasted her sweet juice. Her hips came up to meet my mouth. I inserted my tongue into her and then licked upward. Once at her clit, I teased with a light flicker. I continued this for several minutes, knowing that the altering of sensations was making us both wild. She squirmed and kissed the Mr. with fervor. I heard Jack whisper, “Yeah, baby.” As her excitement grew, so did her pretty little clit. I put my lips over it and sucked it – it was all so sweet – and then pulled back while sucking. The sound of her moans matched my moves. I opened my mouth and took in as much of her pussy as I could. If her wetness was any indication, and I’m sure it was, she was enjoying this as much as I was.

Loving every second of this, but knowing that a change in sensation was in order, I replaced my tongue with my thumb and pulled back to watch. I rubbed the combination of my saliva and her pussy juice on her swollen clit and its tip. There was a discernible increase in moisture as I did so. I knew the Mission would be accomplished tonight, but not yet. I placed one finger in her and finger fucked her for a minute or so. It wasn’t enough, so I inserted two fingers. Her reaction was there, but it wasn’t “all that,” so I guided Jack’s hand toward her tight pussy (he has amazing hands and magic fingers), and he inserted his middle finger and penetrated her this way, while I rubbed her clit in circles, then lines, then circles again. Her enjoyment was obvious, and it made me wetter.

Her hips began rocking harder – either to the music or Jack’s finger, not sure which. The sight was too much for me, and I leaned in to taste her – mmm. I could have stayed here for another hour, but the rocking slowed, and I took this to mean that she preferred finger play at this moment, and I obliged. The rocking began again. I slid my thumb through her juices and back over her clit and was met with an exquisite moan. I did it again, and again, as Jack increased his thrust. Her own juices freely flowed now, and I increased my pace, as she met Jack’s thrusts. Her moans increased, somewhat shyly, but definitely with feeling. We didn’t stop and neither did she. She latched onto the Mr. and with a louder moan of finality thrust her hips high two or three more times, and then lay mostly still.

Mission accomplished.

I leaned in for a final lick, knowing that she’d be sensitive to the touch of my tongue, and then kissed Jack, sharing her juices. I reached for his cock, pushed him on his back, and began riding him. I heard Lady Friend say something but wasn’t paying much attention. Wanting the deeper penetration that only doggy provides, Jack rolled me over and began to fuck me hard. Unfortunately, the interruption made me realize just how much full my bladder was, and I had to stop him! Bummer -- coitus interuptus twice in one night! I grabbed a towel and ran to the restroom, and into Lady Friend. I guess she had had the same idea.

As we returned to the room, we heard last call and knew it was time to pack up. Jack and I would be recalling the evening’s events, I would get my O and that doggy when we got home.

Fondly yours,

Jill

P.S. At one point, Lady Friend still seemed to be struggling with relaxing. In hindsight, perhaps because we hadn’t lowered the lights so much, which I know she likes. Or perhaps because of all the attention being given to her. I say the latter because, while Jack, the Mr. and I were of a like mind to focus on her and happy to do so, she reached for Jack’s hard cock. Knowing this would only provide a distraction, I discouraged it. Perhaps it was her way of not accepting all of the attention, feeling compelled to contribute, and I can appreciate that. It’s often hard for us ladies to sit back and relax knowing that all eyes and hands are on us. So take note, readers: First, make sure the atmosphere is conducive to relaxing for the person receiving the attention and, second, if a group wants to focus on you alone, it pleases us to no end, and you are free to just lie there and take it! (On the other hand, Jack’s cock is perfect, if I must say so myself, and it may just be that it was too irresistible!)

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