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The waves were great as they pounded the surf, compliments of the Nor’Easter that was out at sea stirring up the angry ocean. I jumped out of my blue Honda CRV and wrapped a towel around me as I undressed and squeezed into my wetsuit. I maneuvered into it without a peep show for the other surfers and zipped up the back, while biting on a hair tie which was my next task before hitting the waves. I pulled my hair long brunette hair back and secured it tightly with the hair tie and pull my hood over. I look in the side mirror and tuck a few free strands into the hood while admiring my toned and athletic body in the sausage casing, also know as my dry suit.
I unfasten my longboard from the roof rack and made my way to the beach. Waves pounding the surf and I guessed they were about 12-16 footers. I jumped board first into the frigid Atlantic Ocean and paddled out, needing to duck under one large wave before I was beyond the break. The water was frigid but my dry suit kept me warm and dry. Early summer on Cape Cod had cold water which would soon turn warm and attract the sharks.
Wading in the surf, I sat back on my board scanning the horizon for the wave I would ride first. “Hey, Kara, is that you?”, I barely hear though wind blowing. I turn and see a surfer paddling toward me and see that it is John, a surfer friend with benefits as he is a strapping young man. “Hey John, how you doing?”, I say. He responds, “Great waves so what could be better?”, and I say, “Looks great! Just got out here. Been out long?” He says, “Yeah about an hour now.” “Cool, maybe grab a beer after?”, I ask and he laughs and says, “Nothing better than a cold beer after a good surf!”, and paddles off.
I catch the first wave and ride it to the shore. A good start to the day and the salt water both cleaned the soul and clears the mind. I paddle back out and spend the better part of two hours riding the waves in and paddling back out. Enjoying myself immensely. I my last run, I catch a solid half pipe and figured it won’t get any better than that and I walk to the beach. I look back at the angry ocean and see John riding a wave masterfully. He is a very good surfer and his 6’5” frame and muscular body fills his wetsuit perfectly. He ends his ride and walks up to me and says, “Finished?”, and I say, “Yeah, a good two hours out there and I think I got the perfect wave coming in, so, yeah, I’m feeling good about the day.”
“Still up for the that beer?”, he asks. And I respond, “Yeah, sure. Where?” “How about over there?”, he says, pointing to a Winnebago Bus parked at the back of the lot. “You got to be kidding me, that’s yours?”, I ask. “Yup, I just got it and am going to drive the coasts in search of the perfect wave! My version of the endless summer, I guess.”, he says. “Come on, check it out!” I say, “Ok, let me grab my clothes. Mind if I change in there instead of in my towel in the parking lot?” “Of course not”, he says as we walk toward my Honda CRV to strap my board in and gather my clothes.
He helps me with the board like a true gentleman and then comments on my pink satin thong like the true moron he is and I laugh at his contrasting styles. We walk over to the Winnebago and I climb aboard and enjoy the warm air on my face and John puts his board away on the back of the rig. He climbs aboard and walks over to the mini fridge and pulls out two Corona Premiere’s. He grabs the Balashi Bottle Opener from the fridge door and pops the cap off before handing me one and says, “Cheers!”
I take a solid pull off the beer and set it down on the table. I pick up my bag and ask, “Place to change?” An John, taking a pull off his beer, points to the back. I take the hint and walk back. I close the door behind me and I pull the zipper down and pull the dry suit off. I pull on my panties and fasten my bra and pull my yellow Beachcomber sweatshirt on and then pull on my black Lululemon yoga pants. I undo the pony tail and let my brunette shoulder length hair flail freely. I pick up the suit and walk back out. John has his suit unzipped and pulled down around his waist. His muscular chest is flexing a more muscular bicep that is opening another beer and I say, “Can I hang this somewhere?” And without moving another inch, John grabs it from me, pulls a hanger from an nearby closet and hangs in the closet what seemed like one motion. “Thanks!”, I say and head back to the table to retrieve my beer while catching a glimpse of his happy trail that stretches from his belly button down.
“So, Endless Summer, eh?”, I ask. John says, “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to do it for a long time and never had the time or the means to do it. When my grandfather died, he left me a nice lump of money so I bought this and I serve out the last week of work and then I have from middle of June through end of September off. I am traveling the East Coast first then heading to the West Coast. Surfing any chance I can get.” “Wow, sounds like a great adventure!”, I say and we continue to talk about the cool places to surf on the both coasts and John has a map to make sure none are missed.
He says, “Kara, you should join me! It would be a blast!” And I say, “Um, that sounds like a great offer but I think I haven’t the means to take such a trip and I certainly don't have enough time saved up to take three and a half months off.” He says, “The means are on me. My grandfather left me a lot of money, more than I need, and it would be fun to travel and surf with you!” “And work?”, I ask. John says, “Quit. Find a new one when you come back. You hate that job anyway.” He is kinda right about that but I still have bills to pay. “I still have bills and rent to pay.”, I fight back. He says, “Ok, I’ll make you an employee. You can be my assistant on the trip. I’ll cover trip expenses and pay your basic living bills while we travel.” “And no strings attached?”, I ask. “No string attached but maybe we stil l have those benefits we have sometimes enjoyed?” “Oh great, now I’m your whore?”, I say and he quickly interjects, “Not whore, just a friend with benefits.”
I get up from the table, thinking about the offer at hand and walk toward the fridge. John is standing in near the fridge and moves aside to let me in. I grab two more beers and he hands me the bottle opener. I open them both and hand on to him and say, “Well, let’s do it.” And I clink his beer and take a swig. He says, “Great! This is going to be som ugh fun! When do we get started?” I say, “No better time than the present” as I place my beer down and lean into him for a kiss. He accepts me openly and pulls me in with one arm while placing his beer down with the other. Our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.
I feel a familiar warms growing between my legs as I suck him down to the suit and pull it down. His eight inch cock flops out of the suit and I lower to my knees and grab him by the base. Feeling his shaft fill with blood, I stroke his semi hard cock into a full erection before taking him in my mouth. I slurping and suck at his rod and work him back and forth while he stands in the Winnebago, sipping his beer and enjoying the attention being given to his love knob.
I enjoy his cock, it is a very nice cock. Veiny on the side that rubs my inner walls nicely and my tongue feels them pulse as I suck away. Spit dribbling down my chin as I suck him back and forth. Slobbering spit along the way, it pulls back in a string as I take my mouth off him and breaks after a bit, landing on my chin. I stare up at him and stroke him. He pulls me up and we kiss. The taste of his cock in my mouth now being shared with him, he walks backward and opens the door to the bedroom.
He spins my tiny 5’5” frame like a ballroom dancer and I flop backward onto the king sized bed letting out a giggle a I fall, my hair spilling around me, I wipe it from my face as John pulls the rest of his dry suit off. His massive cock bouncing up and down as he engages his core muscles to balance himself as the rubber suit pulls off him.
I pull my sweatshirt up and over my head and my black lace bra is holding my girls in place. He crawls onto the bed kissing me through my spandex Lulu’s: ankle, calf, knee, inner thigh, pubic mound, stomach, clavicle, neck, chin and finally my lips. The scruff of his day old beard tingles my skin with each touch, increasing my wetness below. We dance with each other’s tongues and I rub his the back of his neck as he works my bra off. He sucks on my nipples brining them pert with attention and slides his hand down right underneath my yoga pants and rubs my pubic mound, I arch my hips to show him my appreciation and spread my legs a bit wider to allow better access to my growing wetness.
He lowers down and pulls my Lulu’s off. He kisses my legs and inner thighs as he comes up to my eager pussy. He licks me through the satin and presses his tongue between my vulva. I grab his head and shove him inward, inviting him to continue with his actions but begging him to speed it up. He gets the hint and strips my panties off, the satin fabric stretching out from from between my folds and snaps free. He pulls them off me and heads back in. He licks from the base of my hole up to the clit and his tongue is met with my wetness as he spreads me wide. He gets to the clit and unhoods it, my big clit looks like a tiny penis head and he sucks it into his mouth. The feeling is intense and I feel a puddle of my wetness leaking our of me.
I pull his head in further and he continues to suck away on my clit. I release a gush of cum and soaks the bed under me and I can feel it against my ass and he devours my hole. He easily slides two fingers into me and there is no question that my insides are ready for his cock. He finger fucks me for a bit while sucking my clit and I love the frictionless action my twat is receiving. He pulls up and I grab his glazed donut covered face and kiss my juices off him. I love the way my pussy tastes and I get as much of it as I can with my passionate kissing.
He squeezes my tits and brings his hips up to mine and I generously spread my legs to expose my sopping wet cunt to his stiff cock. He bumps the head of himself into by swollen clit and the ping of electricity excites me further. He lowers his hips and I can feel the tip of him press against my labia’s. An ever so slight push forward and his dick head slides into me with no effort. He drives in slowly to his base. My juices coating his cock with all the lube it will need to fuck me hard. He enters to the base and I wrap my arms tightly around his broad shoulders and do the same with my legs around his waist.
He easily hoists my 120lb frame as I wrap him tightly around his waist and I kegel my cunt to grab hold of his enormous cock. He fills me completely and I have loved having this friend with benefits. He brings me over the the closet and presses my back into the door while ramming me. He is strong and muscular and all of this is clenched and beginning to build a small amount of perspiration. I enjoy each silky slide he gives me as he pushes into me. Suspended in air and being railed brings another orgasm and I know my leaking pussy is dripping down his shaft and coating his balls. The slushy sound of him fucking me gets sloppier with my added wetness.
He spins me around and I stand on the bed as he slides out of me. I am at face level and I give him a wet kiss before kneeling down on the bed and pushing my ass backward, inviting him into me again. He adjusts his cock and positions it against my slippery hole and is inside me within a second. He is pumping way at my pussy and rimming my asshole with his finger. My balloon know pulsing as he pumps me full of his cock.
He sticks his thumb inside my ass and presses toward my cunt. The two channels so close to each other, I can feel him press down which causes his cock to press further against my G-Spot and the sensation is phenomenal. Sliding up and down against my G-Spot gives me a guttural orgasm and I quake when the explosion comes. More juice spilling out of me and onto the bed and I scream loudly in pleasure.
John reaches down and scoops some of my juices up from my dripping pussy and lubes up my asshole. He presses in and out with his thumb and forefinger and I am quickly lubed up. He pulls out of my kitty and having him out of me is a refreshing break to the action. I shake again as he slips out and hoists his cock to the top of my ass and slides it up and down between my crack. I recover for a few but he is soon up against my butthole and easing in. He goes slow and is very careful not to hurt me. There is more juices in me that I don’t need more and he is soon to the base of his cock all up in my ass. I reach under and play with my giant clit and he plows my ass. I love the feeling of cock in my ass and love it when I can come with it inside me. I furiously rub my giant clit as John bangs away and I tense up at the building orgasm and tighten my ass around John’s cock. As I clinch tightly to release my final cumshot, I feel John bury deep inside me and pull my hips tight to his and am quickly filled with his man goo. The warmth of his cum coats my insides and I enjoy the feeling.
A couple of quick pumps from John as he tries to drain every ounce of his cum in my ass, I shake a bit at the feeling of these mini pumps and his retreating cock. He slides out of me and I turn over, lying on his bed, cum leaking out of my ass. He climbs on top and we kiss. I say to him, “I think this trip could be fun!” And he smiles and says, “Especially if we can do that everyday!”
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