Dive, r (MF) It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and Dave's car was taking us out to his rustic house on the beach for a weekend of relaxation. The car was kissing the road on each turn, like she loved to be out here among the mountains and trees and was showing her appreciation. Dave was in the driver's seat, hands lightly on the wheel, steering with a gentle touch. He knew his car, didn't have to force it in anything. They took the road together. In the passenger's seat sat Sandy, Dave's girlfriend. They had started going out a few weeks ago, and I had met her a couple of times. She seemed pretty nice. I wondered if Dave's hands knew her like he knew his car. I didn't think so. I, of course, was sitting in the back seat, right behind Dave. This meant my legs had less room, but it also afforded me a partial view of Sandy. She had darkish-blonde hair, and a sweet face. Her lips were round, and she was wearing jeans. That was what I could see from my angle. Sandy leaned forward to put a CD into the player. Her hair obscured her face, then revealed it again when she leaned back. The car started playing Tom Petty through her speakers. Good legs for those jeans, I thought. Do they look just as good when unbound by the tight denim? Maybe it would be sunny at the beach. Maybe we'd run around, and laugh, and throw a frisbee. I could see the curve of Sandy's left breast. It was nice and plump, and it didn't droop in the slighest. Will she run much? Will her breasts bounce up and down when she runs? "There's a store coming up in a couple miles where you can get something to drink," said Sandy in an offhand manner. Dave nodded, and turned his head to give her a smile. Odd to hear a single voice speak into the silence and then get no reply. In a minute more of silence you wonder if you even heard the voice. Her voice was lilting, friendly. It seemed there was more to it than just words. It was a voice with a smile to it. Is that the voice she always uses? Just with Dave? Is that smile the same one she wears when she sucks his dick? We continued through the woods in peaceful quiet. The car, she purred. Sandy, she just sat. I sat, too, thinking. Dave disappeared. The car slowed, still navigating the road under unseen hands on her wheel. Sandy looked over at the empty drivers seat, and didn't comment. I scooted over to the middle of the back seat, and poked my head forward. "There's a trail head around the next bend where you can pull over," I told the car. She did, turning off onto the dirt shoulder of the road with ease. She slowed to a stop as if she were driving into a mountain of pillows. "Nice place," said Sandy, looking around at the pine trees and the trail leading into them. I opened a car door, and so did she. We got out stretched our muscles, in need of tension after so long sitting in the car. Sandy's breasts rose as she lifted her arms towards the sky. "Want to go for a walk?" I asked. "Not really," said. She raised a hand and gestured 'come here.' I walked over to her and we stood beside the car. I leaned back against the hood and looked up at the clean, clear sky. Sandy took a step forward, came up to me til she was almost touching me from head to toe. I brought my gaze back down and I leaned forward. She kissed me, hungily, on the lips, and our tongues met. My arms reached out to wrap her up and kiss her deeply, but she broke the kiss, grinning widely. No words were said. She looked at me, feeling my kiss on her lips. Then she got down on her knees on the dirt. Her hands found my belt, and she undid it slowly and deliberately. I patted her on the head and smoothed her hair. By the time she had gotten my pants and underwear down around my ankles, I was almost hard. I stiffened pretty much instantly when she started licking my cock. Not sucking on it yet, just running her tongue over it where it stood. When I was as hard as I was going to get she took me into her mouth. She devoured most of my penis with one gulp and held it there. She was driving me wild with her tongue, sliding it all over my cockhead in her hot little mouth. I started thrusting my hips a little bit. It felt heavenly. Sandy just knelt there, sucking my cock and loving it. Her knees were going to be dirty. So was her face. I think I said "Oh god," and leaned back, resting my hands on the hood of the car. With an audible "slurp," my cock slid out of Sandy's mouth, and then she really started to go to work on it. She cupped my balls with one hand and held my shaft in the other, jacking it. She was jacking off my cock right in front of her face, like she was studying it or something. She gave it little licks in all the right places, all the while playing with my balls with her questing fingers. She was teasing me, but I was ready to cum. I reached down and put my hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer into my crotch. She ended up with her face pressed up against me, nose pushing against the base of my cock, and mouth nuzzling my balls. A drop of precum leaked out onto the top of her head. As I closed my eyes and trembled in ecstasy, Sandy's hot lips worked their way up my shaft. Kissing and licking, trying to suck my cock in sideways, she inched her way towards my cockhead. When she got there, I became lost in pleasure. She sucked me into her mouth and sucked and sucked. Her head bobbed up and down a little, but mostly she just sucked away. I let out my breath in a sharp exhalation. I was gonna cum. She just kept sucking harder and harder. I grunted, and pleasure exploded out of my balls and down my legs. It was like an electric discharge. My cock pulsed, and all of a sudden, Sandy's mouth was filled with cum. She liked it that way, just spurting into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed it all, what felt like a whole cup, but was probably just a few big globs in reality. She took my cock out of her mouth, squeezing it in her hand a little. It was still pretty hard. She looked up at me, smiling. "Don't you want anything?" she asked. *what? *headinthecloudsagain... *backtoreality. "Don't you want anything?" she asked. "Nah," I said, "I'm going to stand out here and stretch my legs a bit." "Okay." Sandy followed on Dave's heels into the store. I stood there by the side of the car, leaning over, trying to touch my toes. It was such a beautful day. The sun beat down on the roadside gravel with all its summer strength. There was a good breeze, enough to take the heat off, and a reminder that we were near the ocean. I leaned back against the car and looked up at the sky. It was such a bright blue it almost hurt my eyes. The sunlight makes everything more beautiful. Looking at the slightly faded roadside convenience store, with the sun bouncing of every surface, and the deep green pines behind it, was like looking at a painting. I saw Dave through the door pushing the door open. He and Sandy walked out and stood for a tiny second side by side on the store porch. Dave was carrying a six-pack of Coke and a bag of pretzels. They walked towards the car, and he broke off a can and handed it to Sandy. They looked like an advertisement. They came over to me and Dave handed me a can of Coke. It was ice cold. Sandy started drinking hers. "What do you want to do first thing when we get to the beach?" asked Dave. I shrugged. "Play a little catch?" I pantomimed tossing a football. "Go for a walk," said Sandy. Dave opened up the bag of pretzels and offered it in our direction. The three of us just stood there for a while, eating pretzels and drinking soda, in the sun by the side of the road. We all got back in the car and Dave started it up. The CD player went back to playing from the point it had stopped. Very nice of it. There wasn't much said while we drove. It was comfortable silence, though, the kind when everyone's thoughts are secure enough that no one has to banish them by talking. I was still sitting behind Dave. What was Sandy thinking about? Was it Dave? Herself? The beach? I didn't really know her that well, so I guess it really could have been just about anything. Heck, what was *I* thinking about? Her, I guess. The beach. Feeling the wind in my face, and throwing a football. I looked at Sandy's face again. Man, who know what was behind her eyes. She sure surprised me back at the store. I didn't take for a very prudish person, but that was above and beyond non-prudish. "You coming in?" I asked Dave. "Nah," he replied. "I'm going to stand out here and stretch my legs." Sandy and I went into the convenience store. She went up to the counter and looked down the various ice cream treats in the freezer there. I went towards the back to get some large bottle of iced tea, or some other drink. "Hey Mark, get a twelve-pack of beer, will ya?" she called back to me. I scanned through the beer fridge to my left, and got out a halfrack of Henry's. I brought it over to Sandy and placed it on the counter. She had gotten one of those red-white-and-blue popsicles out of the freezer and was sucking on it. I went over to the chips and browsed through for something to munch on. "So," Sandy asked the guy behind the counter, "what's your favorite kind of ice cream bar?" The guy working there was seventeen, maybe eighteen. "Um..." he said. "Drumsticks are good." He was kind of distracted by the way Sandy was sucking on that pop. Sandy held the popsicle up to him. "I like these," she said. "You know why? Cause it reminds me of sucking cock." I almost dropped the bag of Ruffles I was holding. The kid just kind of stammered "Oh, uh." I came over to the counter and put down the bag of chips. The kid tried to regain his composure by focusing his attention on ringing up the items. "Um, can I see your IDs?" He asked. I was twenty-two, and I'm pretty sure Sandy was at least twenty-one. I reached into my pocket for my wallet. "My IDs?" Sandy asked. "Sure." Then she reached down and pulled her shirt out of her pants, and pulled it up over her breasts. I was standing behind her, so I couldn't see, but the guy's eyes went wide. "Here's one," said Sandy, pulling her bra down off one of her boobs. "And here's the other." She dropped her bra so that both of her breasts were visible. The clerk just got real red, and started grinning, staring down at the cash register. "Um," he said. "That'll be eight ninety-nine." (That was the price of the beer.) I stepped forward and gave him a ten, looking over to watch Sandy put her tits back in her bra. The guy gave me my change, and we took our stuff and left. I carried the beer and chips, Sandy nibbled delicately on her popsicle. The red tip was nearly gone. We came out of the store, and Sandy said "Oh look! There it is!" *where?whatisit? *ohitstheoceantherestheocean *Imbackinthecaragainwerealmostatthebeach "Oh look!" exclaimed Sandy. "There it is!" We had just come over a hill, and indeed, there it was. The shining blue Pacific Ocean, a gorgeous sight every time I see it. I undid my seatbelt and slid over to the other side of the back seat. "Hey Dave." "Yeah?" "Did you ask Kim if she wanted to come with us this weekend?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "She told me she had to work." "Oh." We drove over another set of hills, and entered a tiny beach town, consisting of a couple of stores and a hotel. Very picturesque. I can't imagine the kind of people who live in towns like this. It must be very very quiet. Still, I was glad these quiet towns were here for a nice weekend retreat. When at last we pulled into the gravel driveway of the house, and stepped out into the fresh beach air, I felt revitalized. It felt good to stretch my legs and felt doubly good to feel cool air on my face and know that I was going to spend the whole weekend relaxing. We went in. I remembered the many times before we had come out here. We'd had some pretty great parties, and some fun times. I looked over at Sandy's face, but she showed no sign that she was thinking about past nights. It was just a year ago, wasn't it? My mind wandered back in time. There was a small group of our friends here last year. Me, Dave, Celia, Liz, Sandy, and John. We spend a long evening in the living room, talking, eating dinner, playing cards, just hanging out and having fun. Around one we started drifting off, looking for a place to lay our heads for the night. I went into one of the small unfurnished bedrooms, dragging my sleeping bag with me. I was the last one to bed and everything was quiet and peaceful. I lay in the dim light, just looking up at the ceiling, not really sleepy or anything. I heard someone carefully making their way across the dark living room. To my surprise, they stopped at the door to the bedroom and pushed the door open enough for them to get through. It was Sandy. She stood there waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark so she could see me. "Hey," she whispered. "Are there some blankets in here?" I sat up in my sleeping bag. There were some blankets, folded up in the corner. "Yeah," I whispered back, but Sandy wasn't waiting for a reply. She came over and spread them out on the floor next to me and lay down. "I thought you were sleeping in the other room?" I asked. "I was," she said. "But then Dave came in, and he and Celia, um, started making too much noise." "Oh," I murmured, rolling around a little to get comfortable. Sandy continued. "It's not that I can't block a little moaning and stuff. It's just that listening to her thrash around under him... it made me so horny. I mean, I didn't want to just lie there and masturbate while Celia got screwed." I blinked and opened my eyes wide. There may have been a slight doubt in my mind as to why Sandy was telling me this, but she eradicated that doubt by sitting up and pulling off her shirt. I pushed down the sleeping bag and rolled over so I was facing her. Her breasts were large smooth domes in the dim light. She scooted over next to me and ran her hand down my side. I didn't need any more encouragement. I was really hot for her and I was on top of her in about a second. She exhaled sharply and ran her hands down my neck, tracing lines all over my back. We kissed hungrily, it felt like she was trying to devour me. My hard cock was straining against my shorts, pressing up against her hot body. She wasn't wearing any pants, just a bra and panties. We writhed together for a moment, fucking through our clothes. I straddled her and she pulled down my shorts, freeing my stiff dick. It stuck out straight towards her, I was rock-hard and ready. "Come on and fuck me," she hissed. I didn't waste much time. As I slid off her panties I could smell her sex, moist and strong. She must have been masturbating at least a little before, because she was practically dripping wet. As I positioned myself, her legs spread open for me, she lay back with her eyes closed, her hands on her breasts, quickly shucking off her bra. I entered her pussy and gasped. She was so hot and tight it was just like a dream. I almost came right then and there, but I made myself think of other things, shifting my weight forward on top of her and fucking away. Her breath came hot and quick in the dark room. I bore down hard, and the sound and the sensation almost overwhelmed me. She bucked up against me, filling my whole body with a pleasure that started in my dick and streaked outward. I didn't want to come so soon. With great effort, I pulled of her and fell over so we were both lying on our sides, rubbing up against each other, feeling with our hands and tongues, but no longer connected. Then she got on top of me-- *ohwow *imstandinginthekitchenwithsandy *shessittingdownandleaningforwardicanseerightdownhershirt For some reason it never gets old to catch surreptitious glances of women under their clothes. I stood there passively, letting my fantasy drift from my mind in favor getting just a little peek at the top of Sandy's boobs. They were indeed nice. I probably could have stood in that same position for a half-hour, but instead Sandy looked up and right at me. I averted my eyes to some neutral object on the table. She laughed and I looked back at her. I guess she knew I was looking down her shirt. "You pervert," she said. It wasn't in a digusted tone of voice, somehow she packed a good deal of merriment into those three syllables. I shrugged at her. It was going to be an interesting weekend.