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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 well 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.
So 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 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, his 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, determine not
to awaken him. Feeling them tighten under her touch, she
smiles at herself, listening to his gentle moans. Sensuously, she
traces one fingernail back up the length of his now hardcock,
and as she reaches the tip of him, she caresses
that most sensitive part of his erection, grinning like a
cheshire cat as his moanes 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 against her 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 pinch 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 rect nipple, her tongue playing with him, teasing him,
his moans 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 in her as she fills 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 clip and 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. Her augasm 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 rims 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 in ear any
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 anyone.
If my friends at home could see me now, and
what would they say, Jane, Nick asks 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 seem to
make my body ache in such very desperate ways. But
to be honest, my partners have been very familiar, so
I kind of accepted 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.
We'll see. I think I might be too shy to
come that far out of my shell. She whispers. Well,
whatever you're comfortable with. So what's on today? 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 timekeeping.
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 ass 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 crotchedy 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 discard dis 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 star. 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. Gwyn 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. Quinner
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, there 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 wadden 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? Guinn asked, now, it's okay, I'll manage,
just shrugged, before securing her own blindfold. Tentatively, Jane placed
the blindfold around her head, tying it a world suddenly
becoming very dark. As a minutes passed, Jane become very
aware of the sensation of the fire, the caress of
its heat, somehow more intense than it was 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 quietly.
Jane hadn't even heard him 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, best 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 Savitch 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 stern tone, Hush, we had
a shower after Very good. Possibly a little more information
than we need, but good none the less. 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 tease is 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 that explores every inch of me. Stopping,
Jane can hear the change in 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 for low. Licking her lips, she began.
The fragrance of the sea reminds me of its gentle
caress along my thighs. His saltiness caresses my tongue like
pre come as my mouth explores my lover's cock. Pausing
again that 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 Gwynn
dance in the firelight, her breast 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 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 room, a 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, ascential oils burning somewhere on the
other side, and gentle music playing. Taking a breath before
she says, I am laying 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 ascential 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 heavy 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, welcoming 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 away he 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 a luring her further into the fantasy. Jane
hears Gwinns gentle momes of pleasure and relaxation as his
hands move up and down her body, slick with oil,
noticing how Gwynn'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 tenting the material as he
moves up, 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 of 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 Gwinn's
lips through the material of his pants. Gwynn mouths it hungrily, wantonly,
her hands reaching 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,
Mark 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 of 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 Gwyn's mouth, willing some
imaginary cock to fill her passion. The hands of her
masseus 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 foulked. She just
needed to be fucked and hard. In what seemed like
perfect sincrenity, both men moved at the same time. Jane's
masseus stood between her thighs, and 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 Gwinn'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 moseu'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 teas at her clip,
circling it, sucking it between his teeth. Gwynn pushed her
feet onto the massage bed, forcing her pussy up against
his face. Janekub 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 clenching 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 walked as she pushes her fingers through
his hair, holding his head tight against her pussy, her
toes curling, her moans 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 inflame 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 lustes her orgasm cascades
down her body and explodes on her clip. 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. 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, when I can get you
back in bed again and we can get all wild,
this is devil and wild wishing use sealacious dreams.
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