ould like to be the one doing the rubbing. he readily agreed, and in no time i was down on the bed, his hard fingers spreading the butter all over me. after a few minutes, i told him that i was feeling a little bit better but thought that peanut better would help more, due to its thicker consistency. he not only brought back a jar of peanut butter, he also brought a jar of strawberry jam. ken turned me into a delicious peanut butter, jelly, and vagina sandwich. i was in total ecstasy, and since then i have experenced the joy of acting as a dish for a sundae, spaghetti, salad, and corn-on-the-cob.

the beach

as i lay day dreaming on the beach, i suddenly and casually glanced to my left, only to see the most gorgeous girl i had ever seen. she looked up while i was surveying her, and gave me a smile and a wink...i pulled my towel over near hers, and then introduced myself. she told me her name was debbie, and we began talking... after about 30 minutes of small-talk, she suddenly asked me if i would rub some suntan lotion on her back. trying to hide my excitement, i agreed. she turned on her stomach, and unstrapped her top. i began rubbing the lotion up around her neck, and slowly worked my way down, . her skin was soft and sexy, and her tan was very dark. i found my hands wandering off of her back, around towards her breasts, but she gently guided them back to where they started, whispering "later"..i continued down her sensuous back, until i reached her ass. i leaned closer, staring at it in awe. it was a piece of art. i longed to guide my cock in between her buns, but i managed to resist. i jumped past her gorgeous ass, down to her long, sexy legs. i took my time there. finally, i reached her feet. she wore purple nail polish on her toes, and i was so horny that even this began to turn me on. when i was completely done, she asked me if i would go back to her beach house for some lunch. i agreed, but lunch was not what i was hoping for! when we got there, she asked if i would like to take a shower first..i thought that she meant with her, but we ended up taking separate showers...she made hamburgers for lunch, and as we were eating, she began to run her toes up and down my leg under the table. then she lifted her foot as high as my crotch, and started to gently rub my shaft with her toe the two of us quickly swallowed what was left of lunch, and she led me to her bedroom.. we both quickly stripped, and she sank to her knees and began sucking my swelled rod. she deep throated me, and i came. she swallowed with a smile and lay down on the bed, motioning for me to eat her pussy. i assure you that it was a very sweet and juicy desert. then we got into the 69 position, and enjoyed one another at the same time. finally, she pulled me on top of her, and guided my rod into her hot, steaming cunt. the rest of the day was spent making mattress magic.

fixin' vixen

sunset on the atlantic... what a beautiful sight! the rays from behind me as i gazed out over the water glimmered off the water, shimmering on the waves. i was sitting on the deck of my beach condo, sipping (ironically) a tequila sunrise and listening to a cd of my favorite music from the sixties. i probably had the music playing too loud, but no one was complaining, so i left it on high. i heard something on the beach below me and looked over the railing of the deck. a beautiful lady in her early 30's was dancing by herself to the sounds coming from above. she was quite a good dancer and obviously enjoying her solitary dancing, unaware that anyone was watching. she moved and swayed to the sounds of "when a man loves a woman" by percy sledge, lost in her memories. as the final strains of the classic faded, i said, "you dance divinely, my dear." she spun her head around, looking for the speaker; startled. then as she spun around, she looked up at me and lost her balance, falling to the ground with a sharp cry of pain as she twisted her ankle on the unsteady sand. i ran down the steps to her side. "i am so sorry, i didn't mean to startle you," i told her. "are you alright?" "no, i twisted my damn ankle again," she replied with a grimace. "it's not really your fault. i twisted it a few days ago and should have known better than to dance on it so soon." "can you walk on it?" "i don't think so... i need to put some ice on it." "let me help you up to my apartment; i've got an ice pack you can put on it. it's the least i can do." she stood on her one good leg and put her arm around my shoulder and tried to hop up the stairs. she was obviously hurting, so i reached down and picked her up and carried her up the stairs. she felt good in my arms and i enjoyed the feel of her breast against my chest. i carried her inside and put her down on the couch; placed her injured ankle on a pillow and went to get the ice pack. when i came back, she put her good foot on the floor to give me room to sit down and tend to her ankle. i gently placed the ice pack on her foot and le