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<<<<<Orphan Annie's 2nd Adventure>>>>>
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I don't know about for all of you down in the chilly Bay
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Area, but up here the weather was really nice Saturday. So nice,
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in fact, that it encouraged me to engage in another of my
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exploits. Not that I planned it, of course.
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I packed a lunch and headed for the river, the afternoon
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being just too hot, even for mint juleps in the back yard. There
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was some barbecued chicken and a couple of Calistogas in the
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fridge, so I threw them into the cooler with some ice, pulled on
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a swimsuit and covered it with some other clothes, grabbed a
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towel and a book, and left.
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I have this favorite unnamed spot by the river, sandy but
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not too populated. You have to know the river roads to find it
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and I guess that even though it's a pretty good beach not too
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many people know about it. That's an advantage of being a local.
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When I parked I knew by the absence of other cars that there were
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very few other people there, and when I walked onto the beach I
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found one couple near the trail back to the cars, another couple
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far down the beach, and this one guy about halfway down. I'm not
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terribly shy, and decided to have a bit of fun.
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He saw me coming and I saw him looking me over. I'm not
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Fawn Hall, but I get my share of admiring looks; this was
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apparently one of them. As I walked towards the guy I could see
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he was worthy of some admiring looks himself: he was young
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(maybe 23--I never did find out), trim, nicely groomed and not
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too hairy. He also wasn't pasty white--you know, the way some
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guys get who spend too much time at a VDT. So I just set my
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things down sort of near him, but not right next to him, just to
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see how he'd react. I stood with my back to him as I pulled off
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my shirt, being sure to stretch my back as I did so. I also made
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sure that as I spread the towel out I was facing him, so that
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when I bent down he could see my tits (not the swimsuit doesn't
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gap THAT much, but he had a nice view of what little there is!).
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I pretended to accidentally pull down my swimsuit bottom a bit as
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I pulled off my shorts. Then I laid down and reached for the
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sunscreen.
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The sunscreen makes me glisten, though I was already
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beginning to do so just from the sun's heat. I spread it all
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over, being sure to let him see how I tucked it under my top and
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massaged my inner thighs. I lifted first one leg and then the
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other (a little Jane Fonda workout, here!) as I did the backs of
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the calves.
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Just as I was finishing my front, my audience got up from
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his chair and walked over--a bit stiffly, as he was trying to
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hide a nice erection. His buns hardly wiggled as he walked--a
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real nice ass. He offered to put the oil on my back (men are SO
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predictible!). Well, I thought I'd let that one linger a bit as
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I opened a Calistoga and gave it a nice suck, and then found out
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his name was Bill, that he had gone to the same JC as I, and that
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he was indeed a few years younger than me. I handed him the oil
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and flipped over onto my stomach. I reached behind and undid the
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knot at my back and asked him to go ahead.
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Bill has done this before--he warmed the oil in his hands,
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and started rubbing it in smoothly at first, then later kneading
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the muscles. I always appreciate experienced men! He stared at
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the center of my back, worked his way up to my shoulders, and
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then came down my sides. I let him feel a bit of my breasts, but
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just the sides. He worked down to the waistline and then started
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on my thighs. He was giving me nice, long, slippery strokes, as
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he worked his hand up to my butt. He paid a lot of attention
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there, sliding his hand beneath the suit more than once and more
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than a little distance. He was enjoying this as much as I,
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though it WAS getting to be a bit more than I'd first planned.
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We had been talking but soon that degenerated into a series
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of murmurs as I just relaxed in the warm sun massaged by warm,
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knowing hands with warm oil. I would have fallen asleep except
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that my butt is a very sensual place and I think Bill was
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beginning to discover that. Eventually, I reached for my
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waistband and simply lifted my butt enough to push the bottom of
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my suit down a bit; he pulled it the rest of the way off and
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finished massaging and oiling all of my bottom. After awhile he
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sat across the top of my things and began to work my back again,
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but this time very clearly he was reaching around to my front to
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my nipples. Then he simply lay down on my back and I could feel
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his very hard cock nestled into my crack; it felt fine!
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I opened my eyes and the other couples were not watching us
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at all. I had Bill push up for a moment and I rolled over to
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take him into my arms. He kissed me gently and I used my lips to
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nibble his. My legs were together but his cock felt just fine,
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resting just above my clit, very clearly a situation we both
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wanted to do something about.
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My shirt comes to just below my butt, so I had him reach for
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it and we took a walk over to a nearby grove of willows. You can
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imagine the rest. After we were through, it was getting to be
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late afternoon and I let him go--I don't think he ever learned my
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name, and I don't know his last name. But that beach'll never be
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the same, and the willows are now named the "Mr. Bill Memorial
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Grove"--at least by me.
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