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And Jane awoke, but fought the desire to open her eyes.
The soft orange glow of the sun caressed through her eyelids,
the salty mist of the sea reminding her that she
wasn't in the city. The ebb and flow of the
tide gave a gentle chorus to her waking moments, like
being in a dream, and Jane certainly didn't want to
shatter that illusion. She struggled with the ideas that just
twenty four hours ago she awoke to the sound of
police sirens and the stink of the inner city. Now
she awoke to the feeling of being while clean, oddly
pure and innocent. She could feel the gentle rise and
fall of Nick's chests under her cheek, her hands still
on his chest. A blanket had appeared during the night
to cover them both. She honestly had no recollection of
it covering them. Presumably one of the other people of
the party must have taken pity on them and covered them.
Although she had to admit the air felt so warm,
she really doubted it was necessary, Resisting the urge to
open her eyes or even move in case it might
turn all of this into some vague dream, Jane immersed
herself in the warm glow of the warming sand. Inevitably,
her mind drifted back to last night and what she
had done, what they had done. Maybe she could cast
off her inhibitions after all. Well maybe not all, but
she certainly felt that even in the gentle light of dawn,
there were parts of her that were awakening that she
had pretended just weren't there. It just wasn't what a
lady did or even thought about. Yet, even now, with
Nick laying peacefully underneath her, the memories of last night
stirred and desired deep within her. It was all she
could do to squeeze her thighs together in a vain
attempt to control the gentle throbbing between her legs. He
did little to help, In fact, it only made it worse,
the caress of her dampness reminding her how much she
wanted to explore her desires. Very gently, she moved her
leg around Nick's thighs, the hairs on her leg bristling
gently against her soft flesh, Very slowly, she started grinding
her hips against him, feeling his muscle tents in his sleep,
accentuated the sensation moving through a pussy. Rubbing her clips
slowly along his tense muscle is gentle pulsing, creating a
tingling deep within her. Gently, she slid her hand down
the plane of his stomach and slowly over his growing erection.
Pushing along his length with the heel of her palm.
Her fingers explored his balls, massaging them gently, determined not
to awaken him. Feeling them tighten under her touch, she
smiles at herself. Listening to his gentle moans. She traces
one fingernail back up the length of his now hard cock,
and as she reaches the tip of him, she caresses
that most sensitive part of his erection, grining like a
cheshire cat as his moans grow even louder despite his sleep.
Opening her eyes, she watches a torment of pleasure moving
over his face. Lowering her lips, brushing them over his nipples.
She circles one with her tongue before sucking it between
her lips. The burning between her thighs moves over her body,
a torrent of arousal, electrifying every nerve in her, the
intensity in her pussy, denying her the urge to take
things slowly. She slides over Nick's eyes, holding his cock
firmly in her hand, teasing the head of him along
her lips, rubbing him again he clit, forcing a low
moan from her own throat, before gently sliding down his length,
clutching with need around his girth, her lips stretching, aching
to move faster, but stopping herself, denying her that pleasure
just for a moment, longer, just enjoying the feeling of
his cock growing inside her, filling her even deeper. Watching
Nick move his pelvis, thrusting lazily as if in a dream,
Jane slides her fingers over his chest, rubbing his nipples
between her fingers, pinching them, The sensation of his body
tensing against her, filling her with need and desire, the
desperate clutching of her core, reminding her of her own
need for satisfaction. Lowering her head, her lips brush over
nicks a rec nipple, her tongue playing with him, teasing him,
his moan's becoming more of a growl, reminding her of
his final moments last night. Jane raises her pussy slowly
along the length of his cock, feeling the very tip
of him caressing her faults, before biting his nipple and
pushing her pussy down hard along his shaft, riding him
as hard as she can. His eyes shooting open, his
pupils dilated by the intensity of the sensations moving through him,
he cries out a guttural moan. Unrelenting, Jane pushes up
and down his cock, increasing her speed, faster and faster,
harder and harder as she feels her pussy clutching at
every delicious inch, her toes curling in the sand, her
thighs tensing as her body trembles in anticipation of a
rising orgasm, trying to hold it back to time it
with nicks, but her pussy has other ideas, and when
his hand reaches for her clit rubs it furiously, she
can do nothing but submit to her need, her whole
body tensing, her pussy clutching furiously at his thrusting cock,
the sensations of his wide shaft rubbing the walls of
her pussy taking her over the edges or augas him
explodes through her, her core tightening around his cock, squeezing
it until the sensation of a stream of his warm
cum fills her needs, gently riding him as she enjoys
the sensation of his still pulsing cock inside her. Jane
pushes her hand through her hair, smiling and saying good morning.
Nick grims back at her, still panting. He managed just
to say morning. That's quite the alarm call. Yes, I'm
glad that no one decided to have an early morning stroll.
Pulling her gently on to him, he kisses her tenderly
before saying, well, you do seem to be coming out
of your shell. I'm more surprised than any one. If
my friends at home could see me now. And what
would they say, Jane, Nick asked softly, as she lays
her head on his chest, the gentle pulsing of his
cock maintaining the aft to glow in her body. Well,
they would be surprised. I normally come across as very reserved,
she replies, her fingers playing with his chest. But you
aren't inside. Yes, well no, and yes, come on, you'll
have to explain now, Nick said, through a gentle laugh. Well,
Jane said, pausing for a moment, I have thoughts, I
wouldn't call them fantasies, but more ideas that seemed to
make my body ache in such very desperate ways. But
to be honest, my partners have been very familiar, so
I kind of accept that as a norm. I won't
ask what the ideas are just yet, but if you
want to explore them, feel free. There is no judgment here. Well, see,
I think I might be too shy to come that
far out of my show. She whispers, Well, whatever you're
comfortable with. So what's on to day? Jane asked, desperate
to change the tone of the conversation and save any
more embarrassment. Generally, some people will be jet legs, so
they'll rest most of the day. I'm not sure what
time it is, but we tend to have a barbecue
on the beach around seven, although that can be any
time up until eleven. We're not very big on time keeping.
Most of the day we will catch up with old friends,
telling stories about our lives and our artwork, sharing photos,
and meeting the people that are here for the first time.
Running his fingers through her hair before he continues. When
dust comes, we usually do a sensory exploration, which is
a way for people to let go of the shackles
of their normal life and really let their creativity flow.
Just their creativity, Jane asks, giggling. Creativity comes in many forms,
and some people need something a little more physical to
let go of the shackles. By the third day, pretty
much everyone will be completely relaxed and we can share
in each other's energy. Jane smiles to herself as she
closes her eyes, the intensity of her orgasm finally lulling
her to sleep on his chest. When she awakes, the
smell of the barbecue hangs heavy in the air. There
was laughing and talking a little way off. Her stomach
grumbled like a crutched the old man, reminding her she
hadn't eaten since she left her apartment yesterday morning. Shaking
Nick awake, she said, let's get food. I can smell
bacon cooking, her voice overflowing with excitement. Nick gazed at
her blearily as she grabbed his hand, pulling him up.
She threw his discarded close at him before grabbing her own,
getting dressed quickly. He was still buttoning his shirt by
the time she was looking civil again. Pushing her hair back,
she fastened it into a ponytail. Before pressing him to
hurry up, Come on, Nick, I'm starving. As they stumbled
over the sand hurriedly, Jane carrying the Samaritan's blanket and
Nick still buttoning his shirt. By the time they reached
the bonfire, which was now just dying embers apart from
one area where they had stoked it to create a
makeshift barbecue, Gwyn and Mark were both sat there devouring
the best smelling bacon Jane had ever experienced. Two others
were sat on large stones, but Jane didn't recognize them yet.
Still they smiled warmly as she approached. Gwynn smiled wildly
at Jane as she said, I grabbed the bacon quickly,
otherwise I might just eat the lot. Putting the blanket
down on the sand, Jane grabbed the paper plate and
some bacon from the iron pan before sitting on the
blanket and leaning back against a rock next to gwyn.
Gwyn leaned down to her and whispered, I hope it
wasn't too cold last night, and don't worry if you've
got anything on the blanket, it washes easily. Jane looked
up at her, a blush burning across her face. Quinn
just smiled in response, winking before devouring another slice of bacon.
Nick grabbed a paper plate and some bacon before refilling
the pan with some more uncooked bacon before he sat
next to Jane, introducing the other two women sat in
the circle. Jane, this is Penny and her amuse Beth.
They're both very talented musicians. They were playing the drums
last night. Both smiled warmly at Jane as they ate
their bacon. Jane smiled back, suddenly feeling very shy. The
conversation was light and friendly around the barbecue. As the
morning wore on, more and more people joined the little group.
Jane couldn't hope to remember all the names of the
people she was introduced to. She was never very good
with names at the best of times, but having so
many thrown at her in such a short space of
time was confusing, to say the least. As a group
spoke of their times back home, discussing their art and
passing their phones around to display photos, Jane was surprised
how good these people were. Why the hell hadn't she
heard of any of them? They were far better than
anything she had seen for sale at home. Gwyn giggled
nervously as she told her story. She was hoping for
a large commission when she returned home, and with the regular,
smaller work she had coming in already, she felt confident
she could finally leave her job as a receptionist at
the attorney's office. Passing her phone round to show her work,
Penny giggled, does she look through the photos? I didn't
know you did, Lingery Gwinn. Jane studied Gwinn's reaction for
a moment, she just calmly replied with I'm willing to
try anything you, of all people know that Penny. Penny
fell silent, the caress of a blush coloring her cheeks
before she passed the phone on. With all the talking
and various foods being passed around, with what seemed like
an endless supply of water, Jane lost track of time.
Some of the group returned to the hotel, returning with
various pieces of wood and kindling before building the fire
back up again, and within minutes it was reaching up
into the sky, lighting the dusk once more. As a
fire settled into a comfortable blaze, Nick stood up and
spoke to the group, we have three new members with
us and in total eighteen. Here, might I suggest we
split into three groups of six, each with a new
member to start our century exploration. A chorus of agreement
rose from the group. Nick nodded and walked back to
the hotel, returning briefly with the basket, placing it on
the sand in front of him. He said, I know
I say this every year, so you should all know
there is no judgment. What we feel is absolutely correct
for us. Now, everyone grab a blindfold and let's get
this week properly started. Blindfold, Jane muttered, no one said
anything about a blindfold. Gwinn turned to her, obviously hearing
Jane's private comment, and said, just go with it, Jane,
It's fun, I promise, before grabbing her arm and lifting
her from the blanket. They joined the queue for the basket.
Within minutes, they were both sat down on the blanket,
Jane thumbing her blindfold and wondering, what next do you
want me to help you put it on? Gwinn asked, now,
it's okay, I'll manage. Gwinn just shrugged before securing her
own blindfold. Tentatively, Jane placed the blindfold around her head,
tying it a world suddenly becoming very dark. As the
minutes passed, Jane became very aware of the sensation of
the fire, the caress of its heat somehow more intense
than it will earlier. Every crackle of the burning logs
louder than before. Even the distant sound of the tide
lapping at the beach seemed to somehow surround her. What
happens now, Jane asked, feeling a little disorientated. Well, first,
we talk about the sensations we feel, and then I
will suggest scenarios, and we immerse ourselves in those scenarios
and describe all the sensations we feel. Think of it
as a game of senses. Nig's voice said next to her,
Damn that man could walk quietly. Jane hadn't even heard
in return, Penny, why don't you start? Penny momentarily looked pensive,
I'm sure, before saying I can smell the bacon. The
fire warms my skin, and I hear the sound of
the tide against the shoreline in the distance. Good Beth,
your turn. Taking a breath, Beth said. The smell of
the embers and the fragrance of delicious bacon fills my nostrils.
The melody of waves and fire form a chorus in
my ears. My skin tingles from the radiance of the flames,
blushing over me. Very good now, Mark, Nick said, smiling.
Mark announced the taste of the freshly cooked bacon on
an open fire moistens my taste buds. My skin is
electrified by the heat of the fire, sending pulses of
warmth radiating over me. The fragrance of the sea as
the sea crashes against the beach stimulates my nostrils. That
saltiness that hangs in the air teases my lips. He
pauses for a moment, raising his nose as if overstatedly
sniffing the air, before continue. The gentle odor of Gwinn's
wet pussy excites my memory and brings the taste of
it from this morning back to my tongue. The group
laughed as Gwynn punches Mark on the shoulder before saying
to him in a stirring tone, hush, we had a
shower after. Very good. Possibly a little more information than
we need, but good. Nonetheless, Gwinn, see if you can
follow that, Nick said, grinning. Taking a breath, she whispers
gently the sound of the sea as it kisses the
beach reminds me of a lover's kiss their tongue as
it explores my body. The saltiness in the air from
the sea teases at my tongue, as if the taste
of my lover was still there. The heat of the
fire caresses over my body, the gentle breath of a
dragon the explores every inch of me. Stopping, Jane can
hear the changing Gwyn's breathing. She can almost feel her
body responding to all those sensations. Very emotive, excellent. Notice
how Gwyn immersed herself in the sensations around her. Now, Jane,
take your time, Just immerse yourself in the feelings around
you and say exactly what you feel. There is no
right or wrong answers, Nick said softly. Pausing for a moment,
decided if she was going to do it, she may
as well go full out. Licking her lips, she began.
The fragrance of the sea reminds me of its gentle
caress along my thighs. Is saltiness caresses my tongue like
pre come as my mouth explores my lover's cock. Pausing again,
gentle ache has started between her thighs. Remembering the sea
moving along her pussy, caressing her. She squeezes her thighs together,
trying to control the desire building inside her. The next
words just come out as if they had been restrained
for a hundred years and were just desperate to escape.
My pussy throbs with desire at the sensation of the
waves kissing my passion, the aching I feel when on
my knees, taking every inch of my lover's cock into
my mouth. Pausing again, her nipples aching from the heat
of the fire, remembering watching Mark and gwyn dance in
the firelight, her breasts moving so freely, Jane's mouth drying.
She licks her lips again before continuing. My nipples burn
in the fire. My call aches at the memory of
Gwynn and Mark caress by the gentle light. The excitement,
it moves like a lecturacity through my body as I
remember watching them dance, imagining them touch each other, exploring
their bodies, Mark's head between Gwynn's thighs as she pushed
her legs over his shoulders. Gasping as she finished, Jane
suddenly realized how immersed she was in the imagery. Excellent, Jane,
You're really getting into this. Okay, let's try some scenarios.
Let's really develop our imagery and let ourselves go. Nick said, Jane,
let's start with you a massage room. Take your time
and get a real sense of the room and everything
happening within it. Taking a moment, Jane imagined what she
thought a massage room would be like. She imagined a clean,
white room, essential oils burning somewhere on the other side,
and gentle music playing. Taking a breath before she says,
face down on a massage bed. A soft towel covers
me from the waist down, Its luxurious material caressing my ass.
There is a gentle breeze caressing my back, goose bumps
moving up and down in the anticipation of my massage.
The combination of soft music and the fragrance of essential
oils relaxes me, seduces me deeper within myself. I'm aware
of another person in the room, turning my head. There
is another bed not four feet away. A woman lays
on it. She is like me, naked apart from a towel,
I can smell her body lotion. The heady scent of
coconut seems to warm me deep inside as if it
was teasing at me somehow. As the woman turns her head,
her eyes hold my gaze as she smiles, a warm,
welcome smile that accentuates the goosebumps over my body. Just
watching her, I can feel a tingle of excitement, but
between my thighs a needy ache growing inside me. In
her mind's eye, gwyn is laying on the bed, smiling
in her gentle, open way. Jane is more than aware
of the desire growing within her, but the desire for
what she isn't sure. The door opens, a mark walks in.
She continues, I see a masseuse walking in. His body
is athletic and strong. The tingle of excitement I already
feel grows within me. The fragrance of the oil he
applies to his hands is exotic and alluring. I find
myself licking my lips for no reason, watching his hands
move up and down Gwyn's back, the oil glistening, the steady,
firm motion of his hands seemed to relax Jane without
him touching her, as if he were luring her further
into the fantasy. Jane hears Gwynn's gentle moms of pleasure
and relaxation as his hands move up and down her body,
slick with oil. Noticing how Gwinn's body responds as his
hands moved down her back, her ass rising slightly as
if inviting him lower, willing his hands to move over
her ass. Even from this position, Jane can see the
bulge in his white linen pants, his erection firmly tempting
the material as he moves up and down Gwyn's body.
As he moves round to stand in front of Gwinn's head,
she lifts it slightly before he resumes massaging up and
down her torso. Gwinn seems to be etching her mouth
forward somehow, Already, Jane concede Gwinn's desire to taste him,
to have that moment to his hard cock pressing against
her mouth. Jane groans in pleasure as she watches Gwyn
grinding her mound on the massage bed. Gwin's moans become
louder and louder. Jane then suddenly feels strong, oily hands
along her own back as the electricity shoots along every nerve,
and she feels her own ass rising with her need
the caress of hands up and down her back pushing
her desire fully between her thighs. Even over the smell
of the massage oils, Jane can smell her own feminine desire.
Knowing how wet she is, she squeezes her thighs together
in the hope of stemming any juices dripping from her
throbbing pussy as she watches Mark stretching over Gwinn's body,
his hands exploring under her towel, his cock pressing against
Gwyn's lips through the material of his pants. Gwyn mouths
it hungrily, wantonly, her hands reach up and squeezing his
tight ass as he moans loudly. Jane's own ass gyrates
at the sight in front of her. Her pussy clutches
with need as she parts her leg the cool breeze,
caressing that so off flesh and kissing her naked pussy.
As the towel drops to the floor, leaving her glistening
lips naked and exposed mouth flips Gwinn over, her towel
discarded like Jane's in her body perfectly naked. Gwyn slides
up the massage table, her head dropping over the end
as markham fastens his pants, letting them drop to the floor,
his throbbing cock standing proud in the air. Hungrily, gwyn
lifts her head, her lips sliding around his bullsack, and
his moans a pleasure, the only indication of the veracious
work her tongue was doing inside her mouth. Jane realized
her hips were moving in time with the motion of
Gwinn's mouth, willing some imaginary cock to fill her passion.
The hands of her massus cradled the globes of her ass,
his strong fingers parting her cheeks before she felt the
salacious caress of his tongue over her ass, sending her
body into rapture as he explored her most private area.
Pushing back against his mouth with urgency, willing him to
take her any way he would, Jane felt all her
inhibitions drop away. She really didn't care how she was fulked.
She just needed to be fucked and hard. In what
seemed like perfect sincrinity, both men moved at the same time.
Jane's massus stood between her thighs, and for the first
time she was aware of his hard naked cock teasing
at the folds of her pussy, feeling an undeniable need
for him to be inside her. She pushed back against
his erection, inviting him inside, rubbing her wet lips against
his cock to show just how much she wanted this.
Mark slid his cock over Gwyn's lips, taunting her need
to taste him, allowing her the briefest of kisses along
his shaft, her tongue flicking at him with an animalistic need. Desperately,
she tried to tempt him into her mouth. Mark guided
her head back over the edge of the mosseu's bed
and slid his cock full length into her mouth. Gwinn's
throat convulsed slightly from her gag reflex before she relaxed
and let his gentle thrusts push deep into her mouth.
Leaning over, he kissed down her stomach, biting gently at
the soft flesh of her thighs, before his tongue teeth
at her clip, circling it, sucking it between his teeth.
Gwyn pushed her feet onto the massage bed, forcing her
pussy up against his face. Jancob filled the familiar length
of his shaft inside her pussy, his hands working forcibly
over her ass. She moans loudly as a single oiled
finger slides in through the rosette of her ass, the
tip of it massaging inside, sending a whole new sensation
cascading over Jane's body. Jane's fingerhols gripped the massage bed
as she pushed back against him, willing his thrust deeper
and harder. In perfect response, is cock hammered into Jane
with long, vicious strokes, her pussy clinching around his thick garth,
urging him to come to fill her with his seamen,
pushing her head onto the bed, biting at it as
both cock and finger pushed deeper than Jane would have
thought possible. Her whole body trembles as she fills her
rising orgasm. Looking over to Gwinn, she watches as she
pushes her fingers through his hair, holding his head tight
against her pussy, her toes curling, her moan stifled by
the hard thrust of his cock into her throat. As
she grasps his head tightly, Jane just knows she was
where she needs to be. His body stiffens, his ass
tensing as he explodes deep in her throat. Watching her
inflamed Jane's own orgasm, she pushed hard back against her masseuse,
forcing him even deeper, forcing him to come. As his
warm cum fills her pussy, Jane cries out in sheer
animalistic lusts. Her orgasm cascades down her body and explodes
on her clit. Panting gently, Jane suddenly realized there was
nothing but darkness, the smell of the fire, and the
distant sounds of waves kissing the beach. Well, that's quite
a scene. Excellent, Jane, I think you'll do great this week.
Quinn the same scene, a massage bed, Feeling a burning
blush over her body. Jane could feel Quinn's fingers running
through her hair before she leaned down and whispered, wow,
just wow. So I hope you've enjoyed Part two. Part
three next week. Now I wonder how filthy I can
make this. So on Friday, obviously we have audio secrets.
Not sure what I'm going to talk about now, but
I'll find something. There's lots happening, tons too much, And
next week we have part three of this. So until
then and I can get you back in bed again
and we can get wild. This is devil and wild
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