Summer Showcase
Published on Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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Jack rabbits didn’t describe Alex and mine’s antics while Kevin was away with Samantha for the weekend.  I think we tried to cover as much of the house as possible without violating any of what we knew to be Kev’s personal space.  I know I would have approved of the fucking going on in my bedroom, as a matter of fact I know this personally I do not enjoy it when other people get their groove on in the place where I go to sleep.

But the rest of the house, free run.  But this is not a story that took place in the house actually.  This is a story that has something to do with a little exhibitionism that took place near by but definitely not in the house.

It was Sunday afternoon and Alex and I decided to take a break from the life of sin in the house and just go out for a long drive up the coast line and back.  It was a pretty cool, kind of romantic spur of the moment jaunt to places not so well known.  So we packed up her truck, because she said there were some places she knew about that a car could never reach.

Let me just say this again, Alex is such a freaking hottie.  I think she could dress up like a circus clown and she would still give me a raging hard on… ok maybe not.  This particular trip she decided to wear these black cargo capris, a white tank top with a black lacey bra underneath and a pair of black keds, no socks.  Yep I was stone hard when she made her way down to the truck. 
And just in case there are those not educated in the art of foot smelling and foot wear, a good portion of people know about the so called dreaded complex of wearing canvas beach shoes that are closed in, most often referred as the average ked sneaker. This innocent enough looking piece of foot wear looks light and comfortable but as I have witnessed thankfully on more than one occasion, they lack the truly proper ability to breath, whisking away undesirable (yeah right)  sweat, keeping the foot cool clean and dry.  Since I have never worn a pair of these canvas delights, nor have I ever wore a pair of chucks, I am going purely on what my nose tongue and fingers have told me from quick massages soon after the canvas clad foot wear is discarded and I decided to play.  Oh and yes I am into the foot smelling thing, my preference really is not perfectly clean nor is it swamp foot biohazard alert level red Omega.  It is that happy area between, looks like you sweated a little baby to been in those shoes all day with only a few breaks in between to shed your shoes, aww poor baby come here and let me help you out of those.  (aka the Corn Chip smell.)

Okay I am going off on a tangent here and yes I will get back to the eroticism in a moment, but just a hint to clarify some things.  I am not opposed to women who go out of their way to keep their feet clean.  Quite to the contrary I enjoy them as much as I do them having smell sweaty.  It was not always the case, but as a young man I learned to appreciate what women do to maintain themselves, so ladies if you take the time to put on that scented lotion with the poppy oil extract to eliminate foot odor, I will take the time to enjoy it.  But sorry can’t do the toe sucking or sole licking then.  Numbs my tongue.  And last I checked, no lady really ever found mush mouth sexy.

So anyway I find my self standing at attention through my cargo pants with anticipation for the great shoe shedding and move to adjust myself without raising too much suspicion.  Alex is a smart ass and has no problem with calling me out in public or private.  (Foreshadowing).

It was a little past noon and we decided to check out the little town and grab a bite.  Some sweet romance that resulted in us talking a little more about our situation.  Were we boy friend and girl friend or were we friends with benefits.  I thought it would have been simple to figure out since we were always so eager to see each other and spending so much time together.  But she made a valid point about what was going to happen when we both parted ways at the end of the summer.  Were we going to try and keep a long distance relationship or would we both start looking for other people.

To tell you the truth I was not too big on this talk, but it was bound to happen since it was a gathering of two intelligent people who did see things in a more practical light.  The conversation garnered no real answers.  We just fell back to the wait and see tactic.  Now that it was out in the open it was one of those things that seemed to linger over the rest of the day.

Trying to get our minds off of the subject, well that was at least what I was thinking about when we did this, we went on a walk through the town.  Walking… I have yet to figure out why people bitch about having to do it at their jobs or whatever, but enjoy doing it on their vacations, including myself.  I think I gave Alex a bit of hell during this sight seeing venture.  I was almost silent during it, the whole idea of our relationship being up in the air was bugging me.  Guess I was still feeling a bit lonely about being single again and even though I had this wonderful young woman at my side (making me look good by the way) I looked like someone just ran over my dog.

Alex eventually had enough of it, perhaps it was the miles of mindless wandering or what, but she snatched by the arm and pulled me off to a little side street.  She said to me that it was something that we were going to have to deal with later, right now there was us and nobody was trying to keep us apart and there was not an awkwardness about how we felt and we needed to just enjoy it while we could.  (Since when did she get to be so damn wise.)

It was kind of a slap in the face to wake me up.  She was right, here I had a great girl who actually wanted me for just me, not to mention she was down with my fetishes and into kink.  How the hell could I be complaining or moping about right now.
Well my mood changed, I figured she wanted to have a good time and I was being a downer right then.  So I started the horse play.  Which she seemed to enjoy.  After a lot of good hard laughing and some romantic moments of kissing and holding hands, we got back in the truck and decided to ride the ferry over to the next town.  This time it was my turn to drive, not like I got a choice when she tossed me the keys and got in on the passenger side.

Alex immediately kicked off her shoes, and I was in heaven, or sexual hell, take your pick.  First off there was that sweet aroma of her foot scent filling the truck.  Remember what I said about those keds and their inability to allow for air to flow through over sweaty feet.  Yep I was in heaven there, but the hell of the matter was that she had her feet propped up on the dash, out of reach and in plain view of the rest of the world, so I was only allowed to pay witness to her perfect soles, arches and toes.
Some may have been satisfied by this, but for me there is the need to participate, sex is not a spectator sport in my world, play or go away is my motto.  She knew what she was doing to me, as she wiggled her toes and flexed her arches.

“Sorry for the smell,” Alex laughed as she thumbed through a magazine we picked up at one of the book stores.

“I hadn’t noticed.  It’s not bothering me.” I lied to try to save myself.  Yep my dignity was in dire jeopardy.

“Hmmm… really?” She said looking up from the pages.  She then placed her left hand on my crotch and gave my smaller self a good groping.  Oh the sexual lie detector test.  “Ha!  Your cock seems to be saying something different buddy.”

“Well he doesn’t speak for the rest of me,”  I laughed.

“We’ll see.” 

Ever said something that you thought was smart and it turned around and bit you in the ass?  Well I had just let the flood gates open on this one.

Alex leaned over to my crotch and tugged at my fly until she had it unbuttoned and pulled my cock from its perch.  She smiled as she put her lips over it and began to suck it like the worlds greatest flesh pop.  Then she sat back in her seat, and put her feet back on the dash, leaving my now throbbing prick exposed.  So I went to put it away.  She then slapped my hand and winked at me. 

“I didn’t say I was done.”

No she didn’t but when the sucking stops you just naturally assume don’t you?

Alex then wrapped her left hand around my member, and went back to reading her magazine, stroking me slow and firm as she did.

“So what is the plan miss mischief?” I asked almost in a protest. Hey I wasn’t really complaining, but I kind of got the feeling that I was supposed to play along with this.

She had my cock in her hand and I was having a hard time driving, so as you can imagine, I offered very little true protest.  It was mostly a dumb nodded and some sweat from my brow as I settled in for the fifteen minute jack off torture.  Yeah so some might call it torture others might call it a challenge.  As you can probably guess from the stories I write, sex can be like a commodity that I use to bet with, to get, you guessed it, more sexual favors.  However it does not always work in my favor, but when it is a challenge about how long I am going to last, I am king of the prolonged sex play.  I have been called out to see how fast I can let one go, but I always lose those.  So this particular one was money in the bank, or at least I thought anyway.

So she began stroking me like it was a matter of life or death.  CPR for my cock so to speak.  Five minutes into the car ride, my cock was doing that pulsing about to explode thing.  Guys know it.  Its when you are so hard that it looks like your rod is literally going to explode from too much stimulation.  This also means that it is damn near impossible to cum.  Now this would normally be in my favor, except for the fact I was driving.  Or should I say swerving a little here and there.  I was certain I was going to get pulled for DUI.  But it was one of those long roads that most police only visit really during the night, and seeing as there was nothing but marsh on either side of the road, it was not for the nookie possibilities.

Alex looked at me and smiled wrinkling her nose in that seductive little thing she does. “Wow, looks like you’re enjoying it.”

Nod and do nothing else was my answer.

“I’d swear your cock was going to split open or explode there D.” (Yeah, ya think?)

Suddenly she stopped.  It was a moment of relief and frustration.  She was stroking me so hard it actually felt semi-painful.  I thought she gave up because she was certain that I was not going to spew no matter how much she worked it.  But oh no she knew my plan it seemed.  She then turned her back to the door of the car and plopped her feet in my crotch, and warm semi-sweaty toes began to caress my cock lightly.  It seemed that she didn’t just mean a hand job, I had to not cum no matter what she did.

“Feel good babe?” She asked me as her black painted toe nails moved up and down the length of my shaft.

I nodded, since there was not enough blood flowing anywhere else in my body to form rational thought or formulate words.
Then she brought out the big guns.  She unbuttoned her capris and through her nearly non-existent panties, she began to massage her clit and play with herself.  I have a weakness for watching a woman having an orgasm.  It is like my Kryptonite.

Alex started moaning and panting as she played a hair on the rough side with my cock in between her feet and then milking herself for a climax.  Oh dear heavens she was making me weak.  Another five minutes into it she was quite loud as she began to cum all over the place.  Her juices flowed like someone had turned on a faucet.

Lightly licking her fingers after the matter was done, she looked over at me as her feet began to massage my rod again this time hitting my sweet spot furiously.

Then she said those words that most guys love to hear. “Hey baby boy, you wanna cum for me?  You wanna drench my toes?  Come on, it’s okay, let it go big boy.”

Oh I was weak I tell you.  I moaned and groaned trying to resist, but she was hitting my cock in just the right spot with sweaty and warm toes.

“Oh god baby, I’m gonna cum.”  Oh that slipped from my lips and she had won.

So instead of continuing on until my huge cum shot, Alex moved both her feet from my cock, but not before she dug the toes of her right foot into my nut sack hard, forcing just the most pathetic stream of cum I had ever let go, and killing that near euphoric pleasure.  She almost made me run off the road on that one from the pain.

“Zip it up big man. I won,” she said as she turned and put her feet back on the dash and the lousy single stream of cum glistened on her toes in the sun.

Oh what the fuck, over?!  Pissed at her and myself I just tucked away the family maker and tried to let the moment pass, but those gorgeous feet sitting in the sun with my cum drying on them only made the situation near impossible.

She looked over at me with a mischievous grin and went back to thumbing through her magazine.  Fucking hell, I hate losing.  Especially at something I am supposed to rule at.  There I was sitting with swollen balls a hard on that could be spotted from orbit and a girl friend who was gloating over the fact that she had just beaten me at a game I always won at, wiggling her toes in the sun light.  Oh and not to mention I now owed her a favor, not that I minded doing it, but she is not the type of girl to find yourself indebted to.

I turned on the radio to try and drown out my misery and finished the drive.  When we got to the ferry docks I pulled on and got out of the truck.  Pissed did not describe my feelings right then.  But the only thing I could really be mad at her about was the fact that I got to wrapped up in the moment and let her get one over on me, oh yeah and busting my balls to keep me from cumming.  A little pain is okay, but that wasn’t a little, and my boys were pretty damn full.  Argerine Amino Acids folks. When you get a lot of it, you produce more seminal fluid than you normally do.  You can get them at any health store, and they put them in power drinks that you use when lifting weights, so I take them for two reason.  Bulking up and big blow outs.

Alex got out with me and leaned over the bed of the truck and smiled. “Bring me back a soda honey. It is pretty hot.”

Bitch! Was what I was thinking, but I just nodded and meandered off to the soda machines, grumbling to myself.  To make matters worse the soda machine down stairs was out of order, so that meant going upside on the deck to find one.  As I did I noticed that there was a crowd of guys standing near the glass of the looking down on the parking deck and what looked like either frustrated or angry women standing off to the side rolling their eyes and making little comments about hoping that they got an eye full.

Hmmm, me curiosity be peaked.  And so as nonchalant as I could I made my way over to the gawking men only to find that what they were staring at was my sweet Alex had stripped off her top and changed into a pair of I think their called boy shorts and was lying in one of our lounge chairs in the bed of the truck.  Catching some more sun.  Oh if her Goth friends knew she enjoyed tanning, she would be the biggest non conformist in her clique.  I had to admit that she was pretty hot there, and that full bore pissed off became just a hint of pissed and a big load of pride.

One of the guys next to me saw my smile and leaned in to me. “Beats the hell out of watching seagulls huh?”

Duh, but polite me just nodded and smiled some more taking in more of the hotness that was Alex.  Here’s a funny little thing about that.  I always thought she was hot, but it never really dawned on me until then exactly how hot she was.  She was hot enough to have men risking alienation in the bed room for a glance at this one girl that their wives seemed not to approve of.  Most of them were on vacation and usually when couples go on vacation together there is the promise of some hanky panky but now they would have it imagine my girl friend while they jacked off if they really wanted to piss their ladies off.

“Oh man I would love to get a piece of that,” another older guy said.

Oh I am sure most ladies know this already, but nothing brings out a man’s opinion than him being around other guys, even fellas he doesn’t even know, when there is a hottie alert.

“Please tell me she is at least eighteen,” the first guy said.

“Actually she is twenty one, cusses like a sailor, can handle her liquor, is a bit of a hell raiser and tom boy,” I said spoiling the pot.

Man did I get a few stares on that one, but I love being an ass when I can be.  Besides, she was my girl friend and I don’t mind bragging on her.  If I bought a new car and I was proud of it, then I would be telling everyone about it, and that is just a damn piece of metal.  Here is a woman who has gotten the attention of several men on board a ferry.  A bunch of people that I never really have to talk to again.  And their puzzled looks was worth it for them to later catch on that I was hittin dat.  Not only was I hittin dat, but I was breakin’ it in too.  Well maybe not today, but for the most part I was pretty damn proud.

And I got the most priceless response I could have ever heard right then. “Oh.”

Some of those guys looked nervous and kind of dispersed, some risked what they might have assumed as an ultimate ass whipping and kept gawking.  Personally I wasn’t offended by their staring.  Like I said if I buy a car and people stare at it with envy, that makes me proud and once again it is just a car.

So I took my two green caffeine beverages and made my way back down.  I could feel eyes upon me as I made my way up to the truck and climbed in the bed and sat on the tire well.

“So you seem to be a crowd pleaser.”

“Huh?” Apparently she had nodded off for a second.

“Look up sweets. You got a fan club.”

Alex adjusted and then moved her head so she could see the men staring down at her, some turning away when she met their eyes. “Oh. How many you think got hard ons right now?”

“Any of them who is straight I suspect.”

“Well let them look. Nothing wrong with that, but none of them are going to bed with me tonight.”

“Fair enough.”

Alex leaned up and gently took the soda holding my hand for a bit. “I hope you’re not bothered by it.  I didn’t get too many guys staring at me in high school I like showing them what only you get to have.”

“Nah, just fluffs my ego a bit.”

Alex then leaned in to kiss me and as she did she ran her hand over my cheek. “Good, because if it did you know, I would stop right?”

“Yeah.”

She then gave me a loving hug and kissed me again.  I could almost hear the groans from above, which made me even happier, but it was my time to play the brooding boy friend.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your boys, I’m sorry about that,” she laid her head against my chest (I thought I heard a very audible groan from the deck above. “But you’re still mine tonight boy.”

Boy!  I hate being called boy. You know that sound of nail scratching a chalk board, now imagine that while getting a root canal.  And if it is possible I actually would prefer that to being called boy, even if it is done in affection.  Folks I had to bite my tongue till blood came out my nose over that, but there was that part of me that knew that she only did it to get under my skin a little bit to make the fact that I lost, sting for a little longer.  Ladies I got to ask, why do you do that?

I gave a fake smile and wandered off again.  Our display of affection did little to stop the on looking gents on the upper deck in the lounge.  Time to myself, it was a two hour ride and I had spent the first thirty minutes moping about and seeing guys stare at my girl and then advert their eyes when I looked at them and smiled.  Some people say it has something to do with my constant pissed off expression.  Alex said she liked it because it made it look like she had a body guard.  As I thought to myself watching the ferry cut slowly through the water, it dawned on me that I had been a bit of a whiner over all of this.  Alex had lost more than her fair share of these little bets and here I was ticked because this was my first one in a long time.  My pride had been hit low and I was wheeling from it and I needed to quite frankly get over it.  Damn this dominant personality.

I thought about the fact that it was a new relationship, even if it was only going to last for a summer, we hadn’t been involved long enough for me to start getting pissy over the little things yet.  Maybe I had been involved in my last relationship too long and I was laying some of my past insecurities on a girl who had been all kinds of good to, and for, me.  We liked most of the same things.  We talked almost as much as we fooled around.  It was a new relationship and we both had the jones for each other and so it was most likely that we were enjoying the very fresh feel of it, and thus we spent more time in bed than being completely wrapped up in conversations.  I was hoping that we would balance it out eventually, but for now… Alex fucked hard for such a little thing and that would spoil a body good.

I felt a hand reach to my side and rub me lightly.  I looked down and prayed it wasn’t some small guy who thought that I was so metrosexual that I might be interested in venturing into uncharted waters.  Lucky me it was Alex, and without even hesitating I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her up in a glorious bear hug.

She lightly rubbed the back of my head and giggle softly. “And here I was thinking that you were so mad at me I was going to be spending the night in my own bed.”

“Sorry about that, just having some adjusting problems.”

I placed her back on the ground and she held onto me even longer, seeming like she didn’t want to let me go.

“I know what you mean.  I forget you aren’t a completely pompous asshole who has only his own needs in mind.  I push your buttons and it is a bad habit.”

“I take things as a challenge to me every time you try to be playful.  I should have just let it slide.  I was being a big baby.”
(Did I just say that?  Dear god I must really like this girl.)

Alex cut me a smile, slowly letting go. “I was being a brat. Guess Kev pegged me right when we were kids.”

“I’m an asshole, so I guess that makes us even.  Nobody else will have us so I guess we better stick together.”

Alex looked at me strange for a moment and I was kind of lost as to why and then she quickly hugged me.  It kind of hit me later on why she had because if I had thought about it a little longer I would have probably gave myself a awkward look.  But that was later on that night.  Instead I was just glad at the moment that I was with someone who I could diffuse myself and a volatile situation in a matter of minutes and not needing a week to figure out why I was having and argument with.  And I could actually see I was wrong here, and I didn’t feel so bad about admitting it.

The smart ass in me took over now. “So I guess you just disappointed some dudes on board by acknowledging that we weren’t about to break up. But still its pretty cool to have a girlfriend who can get her own fan club by sunning on the back of a truck.”

“Yeah, I’m such a red neck.”

“I prefer to think of you as a goth-hick.”

She reached up and tweaked my nipple.  I hate that, but it was worth it to get her to laugh again.

We made our way back to the truck and we joked and picked a little, and made jokes about the guys who kept taking a chance to watch her.  Seriously though, I wondered how many of them were enjoying the picture, but had a foot fetish like me and wanted to get a closer glimpse at those wonderful tootsies. 

I wanted to test this theory a bit.  With confidence and pride, I moved towards the tailgate and began a public display of affection commonly known as a foot massage.  I shed my shirt and gave the rest of my upper body a chance to avoid a farmer’s tan.  Much to my amazement it seemed to attract more curious eyes than I thought it would.  Some of the guys wandered off, but some of the women on board decided to take a closer look at what was going on.  I think I might have put some guys in the dog house for my willingness to do something so many other guys would say no to.  Massaging feet on a hot summer day in front of a bunch of people.  And that helped really make it work.  It was a group of people that I never had to talk to or make nice with or even see again unless fate just drew us together.

Alex looked down at me at her feet and smiled in a half giggle. “Stop, people are looking.”

“So?” I was so profound.  Such a response is worthy of the lectures of Plato and Socrates.

For someone who seemed so worried that people were looking, Alex certainly didn’t want me to stop.  I continued my massaging efforts and Alex just relaxed laid back and rubbed a little more sunscreen on herself.  Some protest huh?

In the name of science, I continued my experiment by borrowing a little of the sun screen and covering her legs in it then massaged it in.  Personally the creamy white lotion reminded me of some things I wanted to do with her.  I know Alex had to catch onto what it was I was doing.  She began to flex her legs, feet and toes, and would accidentally brush her feet against my crotch and over my thigh.  It finally got the point she was basically stroking my engorged manhood through my pants and I was doing my best not to let my overly anxious cock spew in a final bit of relief since it had been denied earlier that day.

It was kind of a thrill doing all this for the crowd.  I mean if it had been hundreds of people watching over I might have not done such a thing, but the simple fact was that the ferry was not THAT big, and for the most part the vast majority of the passengers were doing their own thing on the ride.  I bet there was only a little over a baker’s dozen watching us from various spots along the lounge and the forecastle.  I guess the best way to describe why I was doing it was that I was drunk on the fact that it was terribly arousing and I took serious pride in my girlfriend.

Making sure to avoid getting the lotion on her toes, I bent down and kissed her feet lovingly and then crawled from the bed and made my way tot eh side of the truck and leaned over looking at her smiling at her, taking her small hand in mine.

“Nice job sport.  I think you got a few of the people horny on board,” Alex whispered.

“I aim to please sweets.  Besides wasn’t like we did anything truly vulgar, and what are they going to do?  Throw us over board?”

“Bet you made some of those women up there want you,  A passionate, bulky muscled, Nubian warrior.”

I laughed.  I do not consider myself an attractive guy, I lift weights because I like being strong, not because I am trying to be really healthy.  I mean for pity’s sake, I smoke, drink alcohol, and I love a salad on top of my hamburger or smothered in some form of meat as long as it isn’t pork.  Vegan I am not.  Health nut, not really.  So sorry ladies, I don’t have washboard abs.  The only six pack in my belly is from the fridge.

“Bet ya I didn’t.  And if I did, I’m taken.”

Alex smiled at me, just as the horn for the ferry sounded off to let everyone know that we were coming into port soon and that the ride was over.  The sun was just starting to go down anyway and Alex got up preparing to get back in the truck for our drive back into town.  When she slid back on her black cargo capris I could have sworn I heard a disappointed groan.  My imagination was working hard I am certain because of all the fun I had with this lovely young woman.

Oh the drive was another displaying of lovely feet propped up on the dash.  It was 76 miles back into town, so that meant a lot of time to kill.  We listened to the radio as she flexed her feet in front of me.  Then we started talking about this and that, nothing in particular really.  I like those conversations.  It was just idle talk, and not so much silence.  I know what a comfortable relationship is.  Its one of those were you can enjoy another’s company but not saying anything because you already said everything you could to each other.  Quiet moments spent in well lit places enjoying a good book and looking up at your beloved and smiling and going back to what you were doing is great, but nothing beats a good talk.

An hour later we found ourselves back in town and stopping off for a bite.  No quiet romantic restaurant with my crotch playing the role of foot stool.  We hit a fast food place.  One you never go to the place your or your significant other works at during a weekend you ask off.  And two we much like a lot of other people were covered in banana boat and a shower would be called for before hitting any place some might call nice.

After a quick bite and the lead weight of fast food in our stomachs, we made our way over to the go cart track and went a couple rounds on the track.  I lost to her again because simply put I out weighed her by well over a hundred pounds.  Something like a hundred and thirty and go carts are not high power vehicles and she could speed around me like there was no tomorrow.  Strangely enough there was no bet on this one, mainly because this was an unfair race based on my sheer mass versus her smaller frame.

From the track we made our way onto the beach.  We were only a few mile from the house, but we were not in the rush to make it back home just yet.  The night was still semi young.  We walked and talked until we came to the pier, and we yakked the night away until we were the last two sitting on the peer, watching the lights that lined the beach and disappeared out into the ocean.  Life was good right there and the moment was near perfect.  The half moon, sorry wasn’t the truly romantic full moon, was doing its thing and it was a quiet consenting moment when it all started.

I leaned in and kissed Alex with a passion I was not aware I was capable of.  (Hey I’ve got some issues.)  I ran my fingers through her dark hair and stared into those wonderful eyes, dark from the night, but glistening from the distant light.

Alex ran her hands under my shirt and pulled it over my head and giggled as she closed in, nibbling with each kiss before snogging me fully.  She sat lovingly in my lap and began to nibble on my neck and bite my ear, tugging lightly on my lobe.
I returned the favor by doing the same to her.  It became more of an animalistic fondling than a simple romantic exchange.  She growled in my ear.  She growled!  Guys if you got a growling girl, this means that she wants to turn your brain to mush and for the love of pete, take my advice and let her.

Alex whispered in my ear softly purring her warm breath over my neck, causing me to stand at attention. “We gonna get caught here. There’s a life guard chair a little ways down the beach near the resort.  I wanna play with you there.”

You don’t have to ask me twice.  Call me weak, but a hot girl wants to have me on the beach and no alcohol or dares have to be involved, I am all about it.

So fast forward to the life guard stand.  Alex had climbed up to the top and I followed, and our passionate embracing continued.  This time things got a little more naughty.  I reached under her red blouse and took of that hindering bra of hers.  It hid those lovely round breast that needed to fondled and kissed and sucked upon to show them some love.  Me I am not one to disappoint in such a facility and thus I did my civic duty and used my mouth and tongue to embrace them.

Sweet passionate moans rolled from her throat and mouth as she hunkered over me on her knees, clutching my heat tightly as my mouth did it work.  She kept her moans low, but it was hard for anyone to hear us over the breaking waves of the ocean.  She slowly undid her pants and off came the boy shorts as well.  And once again she mounted me, using the removed garment as padding for her knees.  In a rush she fondled at my crotch until my manhood was exposed to the salty air.
Stroking to make sure that it was thoroughly hard, Alex slid it inside herself and hissed sharply as I entered her.  I myself let out a satisfied moan.  Slowly she bounced up and down with my hands wrapped firmly around her waist helping her up and down my length.

Alex planted rough passionate kisses on me as she tugged at my hair and firmly ran her nails up and down my back tearing into my skin, I was certain that she made me bleed.  (I was right by the way.  No shirt off for a few days.)  Pleasure ripped through her body from what I could tell because after a few minutes of this, I felt her slit quiver and I felt a gush of love juice pour out form around my rod.

“Don’t cum yet,” She hissed in my ear as her efforts redoubled even after her mini orgasm.

(See a trend in my life?  Never mind how long I can normally last, I am always told to hold off on the money shot.  I guess I do it to myself with my whole canvas painting comments.)

It became apparent she wanted me to cum huge for her, and my prolonged enjoyable agony was the key to this plan.  (I swear this probably isn’t healthy.)

Well if I had been close, I think I was going to be set back a few minutes when she leaned back and slapped me, HARD.  Normally this would get the wtf response, but when I was about to give her the line she stared at me with a look that was almost scary at how much it looked like she was enjoying herself and what she was doing to me.  That I am going to break you look. 

“Fuck me boy!” She shouted at me with a look of immeasurable passion.  This was followed up by another slap to the face and then claws digging deep into my back, running over my shoulders and over my chest.

Angry sex, is there any other way?  (That was rhetorical statement, of course there is, but I prefer angry.)  Being slapped pissed me off, being called boy damn sure pissed me off, and ordering me… yeah I was going to make her regret that.  And so I placed my hands over her rib cage and forced her up and down on my full shaft.  She moaned slightly placing her hands over mine.  I was digging my fingers in hard into her ribs.  (Yes there were bruises in the morning.)  Pain for pleasure and all that nice stuff.  I then ran my fingers through her hairs and grabbed a bit and gave it a good snatch.  Alex squealed lightly and then giggled as she bounced harder up and down my shaft.

“That’s it boy.  Fuck me like you wanna kill me,” she giggled as I felt her pinkness quiver out another mini orgasm.

Okay that was it, this boy shit was going to stop.  I stood up on the narrow foot rest and turned her around, some how keeping my balance, and dropped her on the wooden seat.  She pulled my shirt under her wonderfully bubbly ass.  I drove my cock in her with full weight and speed, and she let out a yelp of pleasure and pain.

“I got your boy right here bitch!” I growled with a triumphant smile.

She then looked up at me bit her lower lip like a naughty school girl called into the office by a dirty minded principal.  She then leaned up kissed me softly and then started to lean back and I felt the burn of her palm slapping my face again.

Damn this was beginning to make me horny.  All the defiance and the fight involved.  And thusly I thrust in and out of her as hard as I could, grabbing her hair and pulling it with each thrust.  Alex either was really enjoying this or putting on a good show.  She began to play franticly with her clit, slapping it lightly and tweaking it for all its worth.  Her nipples were hard and erect and I took some time to comfort them, you know for fear of them feeling lonely… yeah. 

Suddenly Alex reached up and took my hand and placed it around her throat and hissed in a lustful voice. “Squeeze damn you!”

Lost in the moment and feeling like I should obligate this beautiful woman, I did as ordered and that when her slick twat walls clenched tightly around my cock and I could barely could keep it sliding in and out of her.  Her whole body shook and muscles could be seen in the light from the resort and the moon.  They were so taut I was certain that they were going to sprain themselves with the sensation.  Her legs wrapped around me and a gush of wetness flood from her pinkness and all around my aching cock.  Her legs grips me so tightly I could barely breath myself.  Her hips rocked against me as I felt her cumming.  She clutched me so tight I could not move, and after a few moments she relaxed and tapped me on the arm twice, letting me know I could stop choking her.  (I seriously debated on it.)

I then began to slowly pump back inside her, and she shook her head tightening her legs around me again. “No, not there foot boy.  Tonight you finish with a foot job D.”

Boy I could let slide.  And I was not going to turn down a foot job, especially form a pair of feet that were so perfectly shaped, plump and ripe for the taking.  And big bonus was that they were attached to a woman I found so desirable, that I had completely forgot we were fucking in public. 

She sluggishly slid over in the wide seat and patted the seat beside her.  She smiled at me and I eagerly took my place, cock throbbing and pulsing with unimaginable anticipation.  Alex, in her ever teasing self, slid her boy shorts back on and then sat down crossing her legs, and sliding off her keds.  Smiling back at me she handed me the shoes and cuddled up in the corner of the chair.

I looked at the shoes and then looked at her.  She smiled at me and lightly ran her still moist and warm foot over my thigh.  “Smell them dork.  I know you like that.”

Dork, much better than boy.  I almost thought she had forgotten the word.  I did as commanded, and place the shoes to my nose.  Yes this was quite wondrous, the scent of female foot sweat and her sweet scented bath gel.  I could feel the damp warmth rushing from her canvas clad foot vessel.  My cock was still throbbing and she blessed it by wrapping ten warm damp toes around it and stroked me with a tender eagerness.

Pre-cum drizzled from the head of my cock and made the stroking a little slicker and thus made her toes glide over my cock easier.  Combined with the sweet scent of her sweaty shoes, I felt like I was not going to last long.

Alex learning more of what it was I enjoyed, dipped her toes down to my swollen balls and lightly massaged them with her toes.  Her other foot played teasingly with the head of my rod, running her toes over the pre-cum covered head, and using it to over stimulate the head, a trick that I learned in my case kept me from letting go before she wanted me to.

She brought both feet back together and began a playful display of toe flexing and modest cock pinching with her toes.  Finally after a few minutes of torturous playing and loving care, she braced the pad of her foot against the seam of my cock right on the sweet spot and braced the shaft with her opposite foot, and began to stroke me with purpose and determination.  This led to an eruption and deep groans of pleasure as I released watery cum all about her feet.  I came so hard, I came on myself.  After a while of light touches and playfulness, Alex leaned forward, taking her shoes  and milked my cock with her hand to get the last drops of my cum out and into the soles of her shoes.

She looked at me with a smiled and placed the shoes back on her feet.  She giggled lightly and nestled up on my chest.  After a little while of this we both stumbled back to the truck.  After a good orgasm it is a long walk trust me.

We drove back to the house and somehow still alive, we made it to the bedroom and just passed out holding each other.  It wasn’t until later that morning that I finally realized why Alex had given me such a strange stare on the ferry.

I woke before she did.  I looked over at her sleeping on my chest.  Everything was perfect.  She was perfect.  I was happy, more than happy.  At that moment I was satisfied and not looking for an out or the bad things in our relationship and weighing them against all the reasons we should try to work it out.  It hit me like a ton of bricks and softly stroked her hair.  I was falling for her hard.  It was not going to be long before I intentionally or accidentally slipped and said that that dirtiest and most wondrous of the four letter words.  Love.  And I was certain that she had thought the same thing.  Women tend to realize such things before I or most guys I know ever do.  The absolute worse part about all this was, that in a few more weeks there was going to be an incredibly high chance that we were going to be parting company.

Hope you enjoyed and there are a few more stories concerning Alex in this time of my life.  Stay tuned.