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