A dark shadow suddenly blocked the sun from her closed eyes.
Her eyes snapped open to reveal one of God’s wildest creations
standing practically on top of her. She had to focus her eyes to
make out his face. He was tall, dark hair pulled into a pony
tail, donning a bandanna on his head. His body was stocky, and
her eyes seemed to dwell on his belt buckle that beheld the
Harley-Davidson logo. His face had a couple days growth of a
beard, and all Exine was thinking was,”Mister, let’s do it full
throttle.” She smiled sweetly saying instead,”Good morning!”
He put one of his boots up on the bench next to her, barely
avoiding her clean shorts and asked,”Hey, you know anywhere
around here that’s pretty cheap to stay for a couple days?”
Before she could answer he added,”Not anything fancy, I’m getting
my bike fixed and I don’t know how much it’s gonna run me.”
“There’s a couple of places that aren’t too bad. I’m staying
in the Econo-Inn a few blocks down and it’s only about $35 for a
night.” He rubbed his eyes as he thought and shook his head.
“Ah, I guess I’ll have to think about it. Where’s someplace
besides a Gas-n-Go Mart to grab some breakfast?”
She stood up and cocked her head as she thought. “Well,
about a block down here is a little bistro that serves breakfast
and the coffee’s really good, looks like you need a cup. Tell you
what, I’ll treat.” She waited for either a smooth agreement or a
snide decline and wasn’t getting either. She wanted to repeat it
thinking he hadn’t really heard her but he replied
suspiciously,”Lady, you trying to pick me up?”
“I’m tryin’, but I don’t think it’s workin’!”
He laughed outloud and said,”Tell you what, I’ll treat, you
just guide the way.” He snickered as they started down the
boardwalk. Exine thought,”This just might work.” Over breakfast
he told her that he was on his way to see some old friends about
another 200 miles south and just as luck would have it, his bike
broke down. He had walked it to the Harley shop that was in town
but they wouldn’t be able to get to it until the following
morning so he was stuck for at least a day in town. “I ain’t no
shore person,” he sneered. She couldn’t help but notice he kept
eyeing her over breakfast. She caught his gaze and held it trying
to convey a secret message in the quiet bistro. After breakfast,
outside, she offered to show him where she was staying.

Instead of wearing herself down and passing by a very good
prospect, she opted for a brisk walk instead of jogging. Her
frustation had put her on edge, and the lack of potentials wanted
to make her scream. She thought,”Great, any other morning
EVERYONE is out here, but NO, when I need it really bad, nobody’s
around. Before she knew it, she had walked the entire length of
the boardwalk with nothing to show except a few wolf calls and
the itch within her greatly increased. She turned on her heels
and decided to give it one more time before giving up. Her
thoughts started wandering to her dreams of the night before. The
man who knew every spot on her body to make her scream had to be
somewhere. She was starting to tire, and sat down on a bench.
Throwing her arms out and her head back, she felt the sun warm
her shoulders and ooze down her body like warm suntan oil. All
the walking without a bra on had made her nipples hard from the
friction. She closed her eyes and felt every nerve in her body
singing from the long walk.

As she walked along the boardwalk, she noticed the beach was
strangely quiet and deserted for a summer day. Very few people
were jogging or biking at 7:00 am, which was usually the peak
time for the fitness freaks. She wiped her brow of the sweat
already forming, noting that today was going to be very hot. It
had to be 80 degrees already, but she felt like she was burning
up inside. All night long she was having intense erotic dreams
with nobody lying next to her to act them out in waking hours.
This is what brought Exine to the boardwalk at early morning when
she would have liked to roll out of bed around lunch time. She
needed to find the “dream guy”. Not too terribly handsome, or
suave, but a guy with the look that says,”Now.” She dressed for
the occasion with a light jogging top with easy access zipper and
very short shorts. Of course as you understand, underwear is
always optional on excursions of this type. (And as we all know,
underwear is a waste of time, money and energy.)

David mopped his forehead of the droplets of sweat that dripped
into his eyes. It was hot - the middle of July - and he was
busy cleaning and scrubbing the beach snack shack at the Indian
Lake Resort.
David’s Dad owned part interest in the place, and that’s how
David ended up as a go-fer, […]

Finally, I giggled and said. “That’s enough for today, guys. Everyone
upstairs to the shower.”

“Did you say everyone?” Brad asked in a shocked voice.

“That’s what I said. The coach needs a shower too,” I cooed, taking ahold of
their sweaty hands and leading the way. Once in the shower, I soaped them both
up, paying special attention to their dicks, which were sticking straight up
from between their legs. They in turn lathered me up, spending a lot of time
on my blond mound and aching tits.

Finally, I could sand it no longer. So I instructed Jeff to sit down on the
end of the tub and Brad to get behind me. While the water sprayed over our
naked bodies, I took Jeff’s huge cock deep into my mouth and motioned for Brad
to fuck me doggie style. Within seconds Jeff filled my with his delicious cum
and Brad blasted his load deep inside my womb. As for me, I had been having
one gigantic orgasm after another ever since we got under the water.

Later, in my bed, the guys changed places, and I sucked and fucked them both
again. I must have dozed off, because the telephone woke me, Brad and Jeff
were gone. It was Arty, my neighbor, on the phone.

“Hi, Angela, sorry to bother you, but Brad told me what a terrific instructor
you are. I was wondering if you’d be interested in working out with me? I’m
especially interested in the shower exercises.” His sexy voice left no doubt
as to what he meant.

“Ummm, I’d love to work out with you,” I whispered seductively.

“I’ll be there in five minutes,” he promised.

He was and we did. As a matter of fact, we “worked out” all afternoon and most
of the night. I guess I’m pretty good, because he and the guys are thinking of
nominating me for coach of the year