Sandy Ch. 03

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Prologue: If you have read chapters 1 I thought it better to let her sound of. And she did!

“He’s done this to me every time we’ve fought. Dragging the kids into it. As if I’m not aware they miss their father. They don’t miss the bloody fighting and screaming though.”

And on she went, venting her spleen, as they say.

I let her rage on. When I saw she was starting to settle I went to her and put my arms around her.

“Come on honey. Get dressed and we’ll go and find somewhere to have breakfast.”

She melted into my arms and said “No. Let’s go back to bed and make love.”

And we did.

The calls kept coming, sometimes in the morning, sometimes at night. She had to leave the phone on in case the kids needed her.

I had a brilliant thought!

“Turn your phone off,” I said.

“You know I can’t. The kids…”

I cut her off.

“We’ll ring and give the kids my mobile number, say yours is broken or something, and then we can turn yours off.”

She looked at me and her face widened into a big smile. “Darling, you are a bloody genius. Let’s do it.”

That stopped the phone calls!

We had been trying all the different restaurants in Mission Beach each night but this night we decided we’d try the one in the resort.

We were getting ready. I’d finished shaving and was putting on a pair of slacks and a shirt when Sandy came out of the bathroom in nothing else but a pair of high heels. She’d obviously done her hair and make-up and was heading to the bedroom.

I watched her beautiful bum wiggle as she walked past me.

“If that’s all you’re wearing, I’m sure we’ll get perfect service from the waiter,” I smirked.

She poked her tongue out at me.

“You’ll see what I’m wearing in a minute, smarty,” and disappeared into the bedroom.

Sandy reappeared a minute or two later and I was gobsmacked!

She was wearing, or should I say nearly wearing, a clinging black mini dress. It was one of those stretchy numbers. Spandex or Lycra or something, with some sort of glistening thread through it. Anyway, it didn’t have any straps, it sort of just started below her shoulders, just above her breasts and moulded over them, and clung to her body all the way down, over her beautiful bursa escort bum and stopped about mid thigh.

It clung too, and accentuated, every curve of her body.

It was also very obvious she had not a skerrick of underwear on!

“Like?” she grinned.

“Like?” I choked, “I’ve got a bloody hard on already.”

And it was true, my cock was rising rapidly.

She looked pure, drop dead, sex.

She pirouetted in front of me. You could feel the heat of her sexuality emanating from her body.

“Let’s go lover, I’m starving. Besides I need to feed you ’cause you’re in for a torrid night,” she smiled and sauntered off in front of me.

We walked into the restaurant and immediately caught the waiter’s eye. Plus the eyes of every other male in the place!

“Could we have a table over by the windows please?” Sandy smiled sweetly.

“Of course madam,” he said, trying desperately not to ogle, and led us to a table, with a reserved sign on it, looking down the moonlight path to the beach, just 20-30 metres away.

“This is perfect,” she smiled at him again, “thank you.”

“My pleasure madam,” he replied almost dribbling, discreetly removing the reserved sign, “may I get you something to drink?”

I thought it was about time I got involved, so I helped Sandy with her chair as he ogled her breasts. I ordered a gin squash for her and a Jack Daniels and coke for myself.

He was back with the drinks in a flash!

We toasted each other and I took a sip. Holy cow it was strong! Just the way I make them myself.

“Honey, have a sip of this.”

She did. “Whoa, that’s strong,” she exclaimed. “Do you think he’s trying to get you pissed?”

“Possibly. I think he fancies you, and he might be trying to get the old bloke drunk and sent to bed. Alone!”

“Well, we’d better make his night,” she grinned.

And she did.

She led him on all evening, through entrée, the main course, dessert, coffee, the works.

She would deliberately lean forward, when he placed a plate on the table, so he could see some cleavage.

If she saw him looking, whilst serving another guest, she would shift slightly in her chair so that her legs opened a little. Not enough that he could see anything, but just bursa escort bayan enough to tantalise.

By the end of dinner I thought his cock would explode in his pants!

As we left, Sandy smiled sweetly at him again, “See you later.” Giving him some sort of hope.

“Let’s go down the path to the beach darling,” she said, taking my hand.

So we walked, holding hands, to the beach.

When we got to the end of the path, still in full view of the restaurant, she turned to me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply and passionately.

Sandy then kicked off her high heels and walked to the waters edge.

“Come on honey,” she called.

So I kicked off my shoes and went to her. She took my hand again and started walking into the small waves.

“Sandy, I’ve got my trousers on. They’ll get wet.”

“They’ll wash,” she said, matter of factly.

So we waded into the warm tropical water. My slacks getting wetter and wetter, the deeper we went.

When the water almost reached the hem of her dress she just pulled it up around her waist exposing her beautiful bare pussy for anyone to see in the moonlight.

“Oh stuff this,” she said, ripped the dress off over her head and threw it onto the sand.

She stood there, now totally naked, looking at me, a smirk on her face.

“Are you going to be a kill joy, or what?” she asked.

“What’dya mean?” I asked stupidly.

“Oh, take your bloody clothes off and lets skinny dip,” she said, somewhat exasperated.

“What if somebody see us?”

“Most unlikely. It’s after midnight and what if they do. I’m sure everyone’s seen a naked body before.”

Yeah, but very few as gorgeous as yours, I thought. But I did as I was asked, chucked my now wet slacks and shirt onto the sand with her dress and swam with my beautiful, naked lover.

We frolicked and played in the water and it wasn’t long before my cock was rock hard and she was very wet, inside as well as outside.

We stood, locked in an embrace, my cock probing at her entry. We broke from the kiss.

“Let’s go back onto the beach,” she breathed into my ear.

We walked, hand in hand, onto the sand, up near our clothes.

Sandy fell to the sand, on her back, her legs escort bursa spread open revealing her glistening pussy in the moonlight.

“Make love to me,” she said urgently.

I looked around but the beach was deserted. There didn’t even appear to be anyone in the restaurant.

“Hurry, I need you inside me,” she implored me.

I didn’t need any further encouragement and dropped to my knees between her open thighs. I quickly slid my cock into her waiting, wet pussy, sliding effortlessly into her depths.

Sandy immediately began bucking and thrusting urgently beneath me, our lovemaking gathering intensity very, very quickly.

She was like a wildcat! Lifting her hips

“Fuck me hard you bastard! Slam that fat cock of yours into me!” She was almost sobbing with lust. “Pound me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god! I’m cumming!” she screamed.

Her cunt spasmed around my cock as her orgasm took over, her body bucking and writhing as I slammed my cock into her depths. I kept riding her hard, pounding away at her wet and willing cunt. I knew another orgasm wasn’t far away.

Either was mine, for that matter.

She was making those now familiar mewing sounds, as another orgasm approached, and they turned into incoherent obscenities. Bucking furiously beneath me again, I felt my own orgasm gather intensity, and I erupted inside her as her second orgasm took over.

“Oh fuck! This is sooo good! I never want to stop cumming!” she squealed. Her body shook and shuddered as her release spread through her.

My own orgasm felt like it was never going to stop either as I filled her cunt with my semen.

I collapsed on top of her, my cock still buried to the hilt, in her now leaking pussy.

Sandy wrapped her sand covered arms around me and held me tight.

“God! We are so good together, aren’t we?” she sighed.

I looked down at her. “What we are, is covered in sand and spunk,” I smiled. “Maybe we should go back into the water and wash off.”

“Oh goody,” she smiled back, “That’s where it all started.”

I feigned a groan and withdrew, my still reasonably hard cock, from her very wet pussy, helped her to her feet and hand in hand we went back into the water.

Sandy was right. It was where it all started. And it did again!

“I’ve never been snorkelling,” she said, responding to my question whether she would like to go snorkelling on the barrier reef. So I booked us onto a reef cruise for the next day.

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