Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2009 04:04:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Lynne Bruton
Subject: Squirter 4

Gary had the use of a boat for the coming weekend and would I like to come
with him - take off Friday night and come back Sunday night. His voice on
the message was cooler and more grown-up than I remembered it from that
night I'd spent with him and Mel. It was also more assured, and I had a
sudden mental picture of the two of them doing me good, long and hard, and
once again that warm, liquid feeling spread upwards from my cunt.

Why not go with him? I was feeling good myself now that I'd got myself more
into shape, and not quite so much like some aunt that he was diddling. I
rang him back and managed to get him 'live' and listened while he gave me
directions to the marina, and I could sense the excitement in his voice as
he spoke. He spoke quietly, intimately, like a lover - which, let's face
it, he was - of sorts.

    "Do I have to bring anything special with me in the way of clothes?" I
asked, holding my hand over the mouthpiece like it was some big secret.

    "We shan't be needing much in the way of clothes," he replied. "If...if
that's OK with you?"

Where was he taking me for fucks' sake?

I asked him the question.

    "It's a small bay just round the headland. Naturist stuff," his voice
sounded worried at my question. "Is that OK with you?"

I thought about it for a moment. Way back when, in a time before this, I'd
have screamed 'NO WAY! But now?

    "Sure, Gary. Why not?"

If a hard-on had a voice, it would have been Gary's just at that
moment. Shit! He was a kid taking his very own fuck to a nudist camp. Why
wouldn't he be happy?

At this point, as I'm off on a naked weekend with a young man, let me tell
you a little more about my life, hopefully without boring you. I'm 45,
though I like to think of myself as being a young 45, and if these sex
exploits offend you - with my being 45 and all - then tough shit, go read
something else. Anyway, up until the time I met and married Sam, I was -
not exactly na‹ve about sex, but let's just say I didn't put myself
around much. My folks were strict Baptists and sex before marriage was a
no-no.

This means that sexual activity was of the solo variety and involved,
fingers and vagina. It wasn't totally unsatisfactory, but lonely, and the
afterglow meant curling up in bed afterwards, smelling my fingers and
wondering if I'd ever smell man-juice. When I met Sam, I thought he was the
most handsome man I'd ever seen - my age, and with broad shoulders, a tan
and a beautifully long, hard cock, though I didn't get to see it until we'd
been going for a while. Though my folks had stipulated no sex before
marriage, it didn't mean that we couldn't have fun. Even then Sam liked
using the rear entrance, so I was, quite literally, still a virgin when I
walked up the aisle with him, though I had an ass that had seen constant
traffic.

He didn't want kids and neither did I, so we were very content, just the
two of us. My only gripe was that I was still fingering myself to a climax.

Anyway, it's all long ago and far away now, and here I was, on the brink of
a date with Gary, and hardly able to wait two days until we'd be naked
together somewhere.

That afternoon after I'd phoned him, I was at the copier and the married
guy who fancied me, came up behind me.

    "Why do you never come for a drink after work with me, Lianne?"

    "Because, Larry - you should be taking your wife for a drink instead of
me!"

I moved skilfully out of his grasp as he tried to place a hand on one
breast, but he gripped my butt instead and pulled me to him. I could feel
the bulge in his pants as it strained against me.

    "I won't be afraid to cite you for sexual harassment!" I hissed, and he
let go.

    "You have no idea what you're missing, girl!" he smirked, straightening
his tie as he left the room.

    "I have a pretty good idea actually, Larry!' I called out, and he swung
a finger to me behind his back.

I was flushed afterwards, and wandered into the relaxation room, where two
of the girls were chatting. They turned and smiled at me as I entered. I
really liked the girls I worked with and they seemed to like me, which was
a blessing.

    "Just had a run-in with Larry,' I muttered as I poured myself a coffee.

    "He's all prick and no brains, honey," replied Annie, the darker,
prettier one of the two.

    "Mind you," added Glenn, the blonde, "It's quite a prick!"

Annie laughed, though not an easy, free laugh. Gloria rose to her feet and
looked at her watch, as she threw her plastic cup into the waste bin

    "Time I got back to my station, girls, " she said. "Catch you two
later."

Annie gave me a warm smile, and looked as though she was about to say
something, then thought better of it.

    "Maybe we could have a drink sometime," she said quietly. "Just you and
me. Would that be OK?"

    "Sure, Annie," I replied. "Any time."

She got rid of her cup and walked to the door, then turned to me once
again, smiled, and left. I watched her as she walked back across the
office. She was a stunner, with long black hair, and just for a moment I
had the strangest feeling that she'd hit on me.

It was a nice feeling.

The day arrived, and the drive to the marina took longer than I thought,
and by the time I'd arrived it was dusk, so I parked the car as near as I
could to where Gary had told me he'd be with the boat, and took out my case
from the trunk. There was just one boat with lights on, and then I saw him
on deck. He waved to me and beckoned me aboard, and as I got closer, I
suddenly remembered how good-looking he'd been, and I sort of drank him in
as I walked up the companionway to the deck.

He kissed me on the cheek, coolly, like I was back to being this 'aunt'
character that I felt might resemble me.

    "Glad you could come," he said quietly as he took my case and led me
down below into a large main cabin with a big double bed to one side that
sort of dominated the place. I sat myself on the edge of the bed and looked
around. There was a strained air between us that I couldn't quite put my
finger on.

    "You OK?" I asked.

He sat down next to me on the bed.

    "Sure, Lianne. Fine!"

I slid my arm through his and held him to me.

    "This is what happens when you fuck a complete stranger, Gary," I
murmured, my lips close to his ear. "And then you have a second date. Maybe
we shouldn't have fucked on the first one!"

    "That wasn't a date!" he laughed. He put his hand over mine and
squeezed.

    "I can't help it if you're feeling embarrassed, sweetheart," I patted
the hand that lay on mine. "We'll have a great weekend, with plenty of
laughs and lots of sex. How's that sound to you?"

    "Just fine."

    "What's the plan?"

He stood up as I asked the question and straightened some object or other
on the shelf, and I had a mental picture of him naked again, which sort of
glazed my thoughts for a second or two.

    "We eat over at the restaurant tonight, then head off out tomorrow at
around 10." He looked at his watch. "Make yourself comfortable, and we'll
eat as soon as you like."

He left me sitting on the bed, and staring rather vacantly out of one of
the large square portholes. Maybe he's realised I was 45, though I hadn't
let age come up ay any point so far. What I wasn't asked, I wouldn't lie
about. He should also count himself lucky, I thought, that we'd didn't have
to negotiate our sexual activities around a fucking period. Thank Christ
those days are gone. As far as I'm concerned I'm in my prime, and still
with hormones raging for sex.

I changed from my office clothes and put on something casual, plus I'd
abandoned underwear for this weekend. It might save time if things got hot.

The restaurant was OK, but with a murky half-light which tended to
camouflage what we were eating, but I'd been to worse places with Sam. We
chatted during the meal, but I still had a feeling that we weren't as
relaxed or sharing intimacy as we'd done that first time.

    "Is it me, Gary?" I asked when we'd had our main course. "Are you
beginning to regret inviting me? If you've gone off the whole idea I can
still leave, with no hard feelings."

He placed his hand on mine.

    "No, Lianne,' he murmured. "There's nothing wrong, I promise you, it's
just that..."

    "For fuck's sake, then what?" I was getting a little pissed off now.

He looked desperately around him, and then spoke low so no one else could
hear him.

    "It's the naturist thing," he muttered, his eyes glancing this way and
that. "When I booked it I was a bit pissed, and...I..."

    "You've never been to a naturist beach before, have you?" I smiled as I
spoke, and stroked his cheek with one hand.

He shook his head.

    "Well neither have I, so we'll both be naked virgins. How's that grab
you?"

He smiled as I spoke.

    "You sure you're OK with that?" The look of relief on his face was
wonderful to behold.

    "We'll stick together real close, and besides, if you play your cards
right, we needn't even leave the bed!"

He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, and I opened mine slightly so
our tongues touched.

    "I am so horny,' I said, our mouths very close, and now I didn't give a
shit who overheard me. "Get the check and let's get back to the boat!"

We lay nose to tail for a while, with his tongue playing havoc with my
nerve endings while I swallowed him whole. I spread my thighs and moved
against his mouth; grateful that he knew what he was doing down
there. Since Sam had never liked going down on me, having this young man
playing Panpipes on my clitoris was sheer bliss. He leaked the whole time I
sucked on him so I had to keep swallowing, and it was good to get back to
real jizz and not something mixed up in a bowl like Sylvie's dildo. I
stroked his butt with my fingers, running the tip up over his sphincter
ring. I always kept my nails cut smooth, as I didn't want to damage my men
in any way, shape or form.

As I stroked deep between his cheeks, I dipped the tip of my index finger
inside. He moved, but didn't squirm, so I dipped a little deeper, and to my
surprise he opened up for me. I guessed that he was so involved in my cunt
that he'd switched off at this end, so I gave him a little light fingering
while I sucked. There was no way that Sam would ever have let me get my
fingers up his ass! He was too much of a macho guy for that. Only fags got
finger-fucked.

Then I wondered: did Gary play both sides of the fence?

I didn't really care right there and then because he was treating my clit
with such pleasure and devotion that he could have been a horned toad for
all I cared. In fact he was a little too good at what he was doing right
now, because I realised that I was travelling pretty fast on the route to
orgasm. I wanted to taste his cum, but not like this. I wanted him to shoot
it into my mouth like a porn film, so I let him carry on, while I
endeavoured to haul back from the brink. It was difficult though. He seemed
to know his way around down there real well, so I concentrated on his cock,
and tried to blot out the pleasurable itching and tingling that was
starting to signal my climax.

He seemed unaware of how hot he was getting me. Or then again, maybe he
wasn't unaware and he wanted control. OK, Gary - you got it, I
thought. Then he hit the spot, with the help of two, or it may have been
three fingers, he reached my G-spot while running his tongue oh-so-lightly
over my clitoris. This was madness and I knew it, and I opened my mouth
wide around his cock, though not letting him free, as I leaned back, eyes
closed and drank in the climax that was churning its way through my body.

Almost as a response, I pushed my fingers further into his ass, and he
opened his legs a little. Now it was all or nothing, and I gripped his cock
hard between my lips as I let go. I heard a muffled cry, and felt the
stream leave me, then the spattering as it landed. His fingers were moving
fast on my clit, fanning the spray as it left me, and I swear he then
placed his open mouth over me, drinking in whatever hadn't exploded round
the cabin.

I pushed my hand once more into him, and then he shoved it away, so I
rolled over and we both lay back gasping on the big bed.

    "Come in my mouth!" I cried out, my voice a hoarse cry "C'mon, Gary,
give me a facial!"

As if in a daze we both moved together, and I sat on the edge of the bed,
clasping my thighs together as I continued to pour juice, while he swayed
above me, one hand on the top of my head while the other jerked his
drooling cock.

It didn't take long, and I opened my mouth wide, eyes open, urging him to
cum. All I could see was the single eye of his cock, that suddenly seemed
to gape wider and darker, until the first wad hit me. It splashed my chin,
but I scraped it into my mouth with my finger, and then a second and a
third lunged onto my tongue. I kept it there while he spunked some more,
until it died away. I kept my mouth open wide, showing him the reservoir of
jizz before swallowing on it hard. I grinned up at him, while I wiped any
excess from my cheeks and chin into my mouth.

He slumped against me, and then fell down next to me on the bed, and I
rolled over against him and we slept.

I awoke at around 4.00, with the sawn bright over the sea, and total
peace. I turned, and watched him sleeping. I just couldn't get over the way
he'd let me finger him. Maybe he did wing both ways. Things are different
these days, I thought, realising how old 'things are different these days'
that made me feel. Kids try everything, I guessed, and let's face it, would
I have ever imagined that I'd be involved in any sort of lesbian activity?
The thought would have repelled me two years previously, but it's only a
different stroke. There are no perfect human beings. We're all comprised of
desires, feelings, emotions and inclinations, and there's no one can say
this is right or this is wrong.

He was beautiful though, and I could quite see a guy falling for him. Maybe
it was Mel.

I smiled, and realised I was lightly stroking my clit as I stood there
looking at him on the bed, so I moved to him, and knelt gently between his
outstretched thighs and took his cock into my mouth. It was soft and
leaking and tasted of the cum he'd shot earlier, but gradually, as my
tongue worked its magic, it moved into full erection. The only sign of
acknowledgement from him was moving his head slowly from side to side, his
eyes closed. I moved my lips on him smoothly and expertly, and eventually
his eyelids fluttered open and he looked around him for a moment or two,
than then down at me.

    "Wh...what the...oh...my God...!"

He brought his hands up to cover his face as he spoke, and flexed his
thighs, at the same instant as I received a mouthful of cream. I swallowed
fast to keep up with the flow, and just about managed to contain it without
any waste, until he relaxed, and I brought my lips up, tight round the
shaft, letting him free with a faint 'plop!'

-End of Part 4 -