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I live in an area that has one of the few private beaches in Florida. Being a member’s only club, it keeps crowds to a minimum. In fact, some days you will find less than a dozen people enjoying the white sand and clear saltwater of the Gulf of Mexico. I drove through the gate, gave the security guard a friendly wave, and idled to the far end of the parking lot, about a quarter-mile from the entrance. With a book, a chair, and a cooler full of ice-cold beer in tow, I wanted to get close to the water. There was only one other person at this end of the beach. ‘Ah…serenity,’ I thought. As I settled in and popped open my first cold one, I heard a familiar voice call my name. It was Amy, my neighbor that lives across the street from me, sitting about a hundred feet away. She was waving me to come over and sit with her. I grabbed my belongings and walked over. So much for serenity. “Hi. Where’s Scott?” I asked. “He’s in Atlanta at a seminar for work. I am happy you are here. It’s been pretty lonely not having anyone to talk with over the past couple of days.” I’ve known Amy and Scott for a few years. We had the typical neighbor relationship, a friendly wave or small talk if we were outside at the same time. She always seemed very shy and a little naïve to me, typical of a woman that grew up on a dairy farm in a small town in northern Wisconsin. She was holding a glass of wine and next to her, a bottle that was half empty. “You should’ve called me; I had no idea you were alone.” We were talking for an hour. We covered a wide variety of subjects: living in Florida, the weather, work, nothing special or specific. It was pleasant. I was five beers into the afternoon, she opened a second bottle of Merlot and we were enjoying the conversation. The whole time Amy was talking, I couldn’t help but notice her body. She is an adorable petite thirty-eight-year-old woman with long light brown hair, but she could easily pass for ten years younger. She was wearing a red one-piece bathing suit that was low cut in front and showed off her perky tits. I could see her areolas were puffy and her nipples were rock hard as they were straining on the Spandex material of her bathing suit. My own bathing suit started to get tight as my cock thickened. Amy noticed the excitement that was growing between my legs. She grinned as she looked away. Out of the blue, she started to tell me about her marriages. The wine made her very chatty. “I was married at eighteen years old to a thirty-one-year-old man from my home town. I always knew something wasn’t right since he never wanted me sexually. Six weeks after we were married, I caught him in bed with another man.” Shocked, I said, “Wow, you had no clue?” She admitted, “No, not at all. He was what everyone considered the perfect man. Good looking, good job, popular, everything a young bride would want. We never consummated our marriage though. Our honeymoon was a disaster. I could never get him excited. I always thought it was me, that I wasn’t good enough for him. We stayed together because I didn’t want the embarrassment and shame of a failed marriage. He continued to cheat on me with men. We were never intimate with one another. Finally, after fourteen years of a sexless farce of a marriage, I craved more. I divorced him.” She continued, “Then I met Scott at the place we both worked at in Wisconsin. After just a few weeks of dating, we moved in together. A year later, we moved here and were married.” She was very candid in talking about their relationship. “Scott is a very good man but a real disappointment in bed. He has a very small penis and doesn’t enjoy sex. He’s not gay, he just has little interest in sex. The rare times we do make love, it is boring and he can never satisfy my needs.” Amy took a sip of wine then blurted out, “In fact, no man has ever made me have an orgasm.” I couldn’t believe what I was Ankara bayan escort hearing. This little vixen is so desirable yet, she’s had a very unfulfilling sex life. She continued, “I want to try new things. Scott has zero interest in exploring our sexuality. Stimulation has been non-existent my whole life. The only way I can get off is to masturbate. It is better than nothing but, it is like tickling yourself. It just isn’t the same as someone else is tickling you. I need to be tickled.” I sat there sipping my beer listening intently. I was fantasizing about her using a dildo to get off while I watch. “Surfing the internet exposed me to a world of sexual fantasies that were very foreign to me. The women in my office talk freely about their sex lives and how much their men take care of their desires. One woman even boasts about being a swinger. I had to Google it to find out what she was talking about. It makes me jealous.” As she was revealing her secrets, I thought to myself that I could certainly service this little spinner. After another round of drinks, I suggested, “Why don’t we go home, shower, and go out for a fun evening. I know of a place in Tampa that I think you might enjoy.” “That sounds fantastic.” She was excited to not sit home alone. We drove our respective cars home. I pulled into my driveway and she parked in front of her house. As she walked toward her house she waved and said, “See you in a while!” I went in my house, stripped off my bathing suit and turned on the shower. Before I stepped in, the doorbell rang. I wrapped a towel around my waist and answered the door. It was Amy, still in her bathing suit. I was a little surprised, I wasn’t expecting her so soon. She was carrying a small bag packed with everything she needed to get ready for our evening together. As she entered, I took a chance and dropped my towel to the floor exposing my thick cock. She looked down, a wide grin appeared and she reached out for my dick. She whispered in my ear, “This is what I need.” The head of my cock was glistening with excitement. I untied the knot of the bathing suit from around her neck allowing the top to fall, exposing her magnificent breasts. They were small and firm. I grabbed her nipples hard. They were very sensitive. She squealed and giggled as I clamped my fingers on them. Then I lowered the suit down her legs unveiling her full bush that matched her flowing hair. I was surprised at the amount of hair. It was like a mink surrounding her slit, soft and beautiful. I worked my fingers through her patch and found a very erect clit, slick with anticipation. My fingers did a little dance on top of her nub. Her eyes shut tight and she gasped. I licked my finger; her taste was sweet. I asked her, “Has a man ever offered to groom your mound?” She was puzzled and responded, “What? No!” “Would you like me to trim you, to make her more beautiful than you already are?” Without hesitation, she said, “Absolutely!” I spread a towel across my bed. She didn’t hesitate and laid down as I took out all my grooming tools, a razor, scissor and electric trimmer. I went to work on this magnificent crop of hair. Amy was completely at ease as I trimmed her down, carefully shaving around the outer edges of her pussy. I worked down around her perfect ass and cleaned her smooth. When I finished, she had a perfect triangle that made her more desirable than she already was. I cleaned her with a damp cloth. “That is gorgeous,” I proclaimed. She stood up and looked in the mirror, “I agree. I look so different.” I took control as I pushed her back onto my bed and buried my tongue into her sweet pussy. I worked my way up and sucked out the little pink pearl that was protected by the hood of her clitoris. Amy moaned and clasped the back of my head pulling me harder between her legs. I nibbled and pulled on her freshly shaven lips Escort bayan Ankara as she trembled. When I stopped, she begged me, “Please don’t stop, don’t let up! That is unbelievable.” I turned her over and sucked her from behind, tasting her tight little asshole, flicking my tongue in and out of her. I lifted her hips in the air, her head buried into a pillow. My tongue started to work my way around to her engorged clit. It seemed to double in size. She screamed, “No one has ever tasted me. Oh my God, you got me! More, please more!” Her juices flowed onto my face and down her thighs. She pleaded, “Fuck me! Please put your cock in me now!” I told her, “No, not yet, we have all night.” I stood up, pulled her off the bed, and led her to the shower. We washed the beach, sweat and her own come off. We enjoyed rubbing coconut body wash on each other. My cock was like a concrete pipe. As Amy soaped me up, she took some extra time stroking my shaft. “Your penis is the biggest I’ve ever touched.” “Have you touched many?” She giggled and admitted, “No! Not at all.” I enjoyed the way she manipulated my member. She told me she never had a man respond to her like this. I showed her how to stroke it to make me come. She was a fast learner. She soaped up her hand, grabbed the head and slowly slid down toward the base, then back to the head. This motion continued for several minutes. I couldn’t hold back and shot a stream of hot sperm across the shower. She caught some in her hand. I howled with pleasure as she emptied my balls. She giggled and was amazed at how much fired from my cannon. “This is the first time I ever saw a man release.” I had a feeling that this was going to be a night of many firsts. We finished, wrapping Amy in a large soft towel. I did the same to my own body. When we entered my bedroom, I thought about pushing Amy down on the bed and fucking her till she passed out, but I promised her a night out, so instead, we dressed. She packed a very sheer black knit dress, no panties and no bra. I thought to myself that she really is ready to break out. Just like when she was in her bathing suit, her nipples were hard as Brazil nuts outlined by a puffy outer ring. It was as if she had nothing on as it left very little to the imagination. I couldn’t help myself, again I pinched and twisted her nipples hard. It made her yelp. “I love that. It excites me. It makes my body tingle,” she said. She looked hot, desirable and very sexy, which was perfect for the night I had in mind. We finished getting ready and got into my car to drive to Tampa. I had a very different evening in mind for her than an evening with Scott. It was on my mind that, at her age, Amy has never fully enjoyed a man. Now, don’t misunderstand me, I like Scott. After speaking with Amy at the beach, I don’t think I can look at Scott the same way knowing that he is wasting this little nymph. Tonight, this was all going to change. I finally told Amy where we were going. “Tonight is all about you. It’s an adult club that caters to people that want to explore their sexuality either privately or publicly.” “I’m surprised that you know of a place like that. Have you been there before?” I said, “Yes. Remember Dana? We used to go there all the time. It’ll be fun. You have nothing to worry about, I won’t let anything happen to you that you don’t want. We should have a safe word to make sure.” She looked puzzled and said, “I don’t know what that is.” I explained, “We agree on an obscure word, one that normally wouldn’t be used in the heat of passion and sex. If the situation gets uncomfortable or out of hand, one of us says the word then everything stops. We immediately pause whatever is going on, calm the situation down or even end the evening and leave if we need to.” She had a slight apprehension in her voice. “Did Dana ever have to use a safe Bayan escort Ankara word?” I thought about lying to her then thought better. “Once. It wasn’t a bad situation. She was with a man that was a little too large for her. As she was sucking his cock she started to gag and the guy didn’t realize she was uncomfortable. As soon as she was able to say it, he stopped and apologized.” She had a look of relief. “Okay, I like the idea of a safe word. Pineapple!” Then she added, “I’ve always wanted to get wild but never had a man willing to try something like this.” We entered the club and she was surprised. It looked like any other dance club or bar on a Saturday night. Everyone was fully clothed and people were sitting in booths and at tables. Some couples were dancing. We did notice two women in a dark corner booth making out. She seemed disappointed and asked me where all the activities took place? I whispered, “Be patient and let’s have a drink first.” A waitress dressed in a very sexy bra and thong came to our table. She asked, “What can I get you?” Amy answered, “I’ll have a glass of red wine.” “And I’ll have a Jack Daniels on the rocks.” We sipped our cocktails looking around the room at all the people. I explained to her, “This is the time when people mingle and meet possible hook-ups. When you are ready, we will go into the private part of the club.” She took her last sip of wine. “I’m ready. I’m eager to see what this was all about.” As we entered the main room, there were many doors to choose from. “I want to start you off easy. Let’s go to the Voyeur Room. It’ll be a good way to begin the evening. This way, you can see the very large public area from behind glass.” The public area is an orgy with strangers. There are beds, couches and lounge chairs all around the room. There are some single people in the room, but mostly couples that enjoy swinging. In the middle of the room there are several devices for people who enjoy the BDSM experience. When Amy saw a bondage bench that looked like part weight lifter bench and part sawhorse. She asked, “What is that for?” I told her, “Wait, you will see the enjoyment some people get from being restrained to that piece of furniture. It is a very popular piece of equipment.” In a matter of minutes, a couple took a third woman and fastened her to the bench on all fours, unable to move. Then, a different, well-hung man stepped up and started to fuck the woman. Without hesitation, his assault was methodical and with purpose. He was grunting with each thrust. We could hear her screams through the viewing glass. Then the man stopped, strapped a ball gag around the woman’s mouth to muffle her screams of pleasure, and then continued to bang the woman. Within minutes he pulled out his large cock and spewed a river across this woman’s back. I was unsure if they knew one another or if it was just a random fuck. I looked at Amy and asked, “Are you enjoying the show?” She said, “That is amazing. She looked like she loved being forced to take him.” Our eyes met and I asked, “I’m sure she did. No one is really forced to do anything here. Much of what goes on is people fulfilling fantasies, imaginations and needs. Are you ready to go in there and enjoy some of your own?” She smiled and shook her head anxiously with a resounding, “YES!” I took Amy by the hand as we entered the room. We passed two gay men; one was sucking the other’s cock. Amy stared at them shocked. I wouldn’t be surprised if she thought of her first husband. I steered us to a round bed along the back wall of the room. An attendant came over and put a clean sheet on the mattress for us. I dropped my pants, boxers and my shirt on the side of the bed. I laid down and started to stroke myself as I watched Amy strip off her dress. In just seconds we were nude, embracing one another on the bed. We kissed as I put her on her back. I knew I needed to be gentle with her since everything was so new to her. She pleaded with me, “Take me now.” I grabbed her wrists and held her arms over her head. She threw her legs back. The head of my steel shaft was rubbing at her opening.
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