Audrey, a girl on the beach

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Audrey, a girl on the beachHer name was Audrey. I know, her name was out of sync with the era. She was born in the 1970’s so you would expect her name to be something like Marcy or Jennifer. Audrey is a name associated with the 1940’s and 1950’s; like Grace or Helen or something. But Audrey reminded me of the type of woman from that pinup era that you would see in older movies and magazines. In fact she had a real pin-up girl type body. Large full, firm, perky breasts, full hips and a woman’s butt. Not the tiny athletes butt that so many young woman have today. She had reddish brown hair and very light skin and was very soft looking. A strange combination since I met her on a nude beach where most woman are dark or starting to tan. And, as soft as she looked I soon learned she rode a motorcycle!But I didn’t know any of that at first. I had gone to the nude beach one day after Susan and I broke up. Or should I say Susan left me for yet another woman. I was still living in Susan’s house, but she was away on vacation for the summer with her little Asian friend while I was in the process of moving out. But this day I was feeling sorry for myself and headed out to spend the entire day at the nude beach on the Jersey shore. It was late in the afternoon and most of my friends; guys, gals and other lesbians like myself were heading home. I decided to stay till almost dark when they throw you off the beach. Traffic would be better going home, and besides I had nothing to go home to.I walked down the beach by myself….about two or three hundred feet or so. When I turned around I noticed someone had just put up a green windscreen almost next to my beach chair and beach bag. A ‘BOZO’ I thought! One of those annoying men that move right in next to you so they can stare up your legs or jerk off while kadıköy escort you’re laying there tanning. (Ok, I really don’t mind that, but I was not in that frame of mind that day.) When I got closer I was sure it was a guy because I spotted a motorcycle helmet and motorcycle boots at the edge of the green windscreen.I was shocked to see (as I got back to my own beach chair) that there was only a single young woman sitting there behind the green windscreen. A very pretty woman with reddish brown hair. She was already topless but was still wearing a short beach skirt. Her name was Audrey she told me. She apologized for moving in so close but she said she thought I would not mind since she had seen me before with lots of friends around me. She said she knew the day was getting late and she wanted to enjoy some of the day without the beach bozos continually hitting on her. I laughed and agreed and we started talking. She told me she was a men’s barber, and therefore had enough of men for the week. She also told me she rode her motorcycle down to the beach today and left it locked up in the motorcycle parking area. She did not seem macho, nor did she seem like a lesbian. I wondered why she chose me to sit so close to. I did not ask her.The first thing I really noticed was she had beautiful firm strawberry colored nipples. I don’t ever recall seeing that before. Brown, pink, even almost white. But never strawberry. They looked delicious!I guess she caught me looking at her breasts because the conversation quickly turned to breasts. She remarked that she was annoyed because earlier in the day she had been talking to a young man that just (supposedly) took a cold can of soda and placed it against her nipple. She said she jumped back and was ready to üsküdar escort smack the guy when he said he just wanted to see if both nipples hardened when one was touched with a cold can of soda. Hmm, “I never thought of that” I said. Audrey said she never bothered to worry about that either but now it made sense. The part about the guy with the soda just fizzled away and now she was talking about breasts and nipples. She said she noticed many woman on the beach that appeared to have had breast enhancement and she wondered what their breasts felt like now. She was very clear to say “she was not a lesbian” but wondered what they felt like anyhow. I was not sure where she was going with this, but she had my attention. I grabbed on to the thought. (Not literally, at least not yet!) I said I often had the same thoughts. (being clear to say “I’m not a lesbian either” even though I am!) hehe.I said I admired her strawberry nipples, She said “thank you” but seemed just a bit shy. I said I would love to touch them. She said “ok”. I did. I could feel them harden instantly. I could feel mine harden as well. I didn’t care if one was harder than the other. I could see her take a deep breath and close her eyes. I took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss one, and then the other. I sucked it gently into my mouth and ran my tongue around her aureole, and finished by sucking hard against her nipple till it popped out of my mouth with a wet smacking sound. I had her attention and she had mine. She was breathing heavy and her eyes were still shut. I could feel her hand move across my shoulder and down to cup one of my breasts. She squeezed, first one than the other. A sure sign she was not a longtime lesbian if one at all. Almost no lesbian I know, except one tuzla escort that is trying to be a macho man-like dyke actually squeezes a woman’s breast. It is too man like! Caress, yes! Run her hand smoothly over the flow and shape yes. But actually squeeze ….nope!But she did. And she squeezed my nipples as well. As uncomfortable as it felt, it was a massive turn on. Because here I had a beautiful woman that was not a lesbian, but wanted desperately to try something new. WE call them: ‘Curious’…I let her explore and I explored her. But I decided then and there…..we were behind a windscreen, most people had already left the beach and those that were still there were quite a distance away…..I decided to run my hand up under her short beach skirt. She did not stop me. She was naked under the skirt and soaking….and I mean soaking… wet! My fingers went in easy. She squirmed and moved a little to make it easier for me. I leaned forward again and took one of those delicious nipples into my mouth again. I tugged on first one than the other. My fingers were in her and I ran my thumb back and forth across her clit. It was hard and stubby. I pressed and rubbed and flicked and finally pressed my fingers up against her ‘g’ spot. She came in a red hot gush and spontaneous contractions.She went limp and leaned against me. I wanted her to do the same for me but I understood this was probably her very first time and I did not want to ruin it for her by being to forward. I could see she was embarrassed. And in a hurry to get out of there. I kissed her on the cheek and couldn’t help but kiss my fingers that were just inside of her. She gathered her things up in an awkward hurry and turned to leave the beach. She stopped, turned back and gave me a big kiss on the lips, said “thank you” very quietly and handed me her business card. “Audrey” it said, with a logo of a man getting a haircut. It had the address of the shop but no phone number. “Walk-ins Welcome”…..I guess she was really legit. But I never went to see, nor did I ever see her at the beach again…..oh well! Lori xxxxxx (*)(*)

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