Myrtle Beach fun!

Every year, I get a new hat when I'm on vacation. How do you like this year's? Somehow, it seemed appropriate, and no, I did not explain the story behind it to the cute young man who made it for me.

I took a movie of some fish at the aquarium, and it took forever to load and process, but give it a look. It's not real exciting, but I'll be interested to know if it will play for you ladies.

Now, by popular demand, here's another scene from Boots, and Spurs, and Cowboys, Oh, My! It's just a little fun that Troy and Angie have later on after she hires him to work on her ranch and he discovers a certain fringe benefit. . .

The light flickered as it shone on the contours of his body, highlighting the rounded curves and deepening the shadows in the hollows as he moved. It's not true that a man's body is all planes and angles, for there are soft curvatures which flow over his back, giving a rolled edge to his shoulder blades before sloping down into the crevice along his spine. Further down, those curves rise up to form two mounds which fit my hands as though they had been cast from a mold that was designed specifically for my grasp. My fingertips tingled as they trailed along the concave curve of his flanks while I knelt between his parted thighs. I spent the better part of the next half-hour or so devouring him with all of my senses and delighting in his soft moans when I touched him in ways that found favor with him. Urging him up onto his knees, I moved him back against me before rocking him forward once again. The view from that perspective was somewhat voyeuristic, as though I were watching him from behind as he made love to someone else and it doubled my desire for him.

I pushed him sideways, to enable the light to illuminate the space beneath him and gasped at the sight of the sparkling trail of fluid emanating from the head of his penis. Some women will tell you that such a spectacle does nothing to entice them, but I am not one of them. My whole body shuddered with anticipation as I reached beneath him, taking his hard cock in my hand as I licked the space just above his scrotum, tracing that line where the two halves of him join to form what resembles a scar running up the center of him.

Stroking him gently, I smoothed the warm syrup along his heated skin until he was wet enough to wrap my fist around and glide nearly frictionlessly along his thick shaft. I kissed him, sucking the smooth folds of his skin into my mouth along with the most sensitive and vulnerable parts of his delectable body. Teasing his testicles with my tongue, I was rewarded by hearing him groan into his pillow. I wrapped my free arm around his hip for support and settled in to continue for just as long as it took to make him come. Though I wasn't getting any attention myself, after a few minutes I was so wet it didn't matter and I came twice while I was doing him. I knew he would be hard again in twenty minutes, and I would get my turn, so I kept on, relentlessly massaging his cock and savoring his balls until a loud gasp warned me that he was almost there. Moving quickly, I let go of his scrotum and rolled him onto his back, still holding his slick, engorged penis and I aimed it into my mouth just as he began to spurt, and I didn't miss a drop as I went down on him. He seemed almost frantic, reaching for me, cautioning me not to move, because he couldn't take any more. His cock pulsed again and again; I'd never seen any male orgasm that lasted as long. Finally, when I thought he could stand it, I sucked his dick dry and moved up to lay beside him in the bed.

His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily and I wondered if he even realized that I had moved, for he seemed oblivious to everything. I snuggled closer to him, putting my hand on his chest and he reached up to touch my hand briefly before his arm flopped back down. “I'll be with you in a minute, baby,” he said breathlessly. “I'm gonna need a little time to recover from that.”

I left him alone for a while, and just lay there, feeling the heat from his body and listening to him breathe. It would be so nice to have him there all the time, I thought. So nice. . . . I moved my legs, and was reminded only then of just how wet I'd gotten and I realized that it wasn't in anticipation of anything he might do to me later, but was from the overwhelming pleasure of knowing that he had enjoyed what I had been doing to him. Just knowing that I was responsible for bringing him to a level where he truly couldn't take any more was intoxicating to me, and made me want to do it again and again and again. I got a rush just thinking about it and my stomach tightened as my body convulsed into another orgasm.

Moments later, a miraculously revived Troy was kissing me, pushing me backwards onto the bed. His kisses went from my lips slowly downward across my tingling body until he buried his face in my creamy pussy. Once there, he did the most delightful things with his tongue, flicking my clitoris until I thought I'd go mad and then delving deeply inside me for several undulating strokes before going back and starting over again. He'd gotten very comfortable, and appeared to have every intention of staying there eating my pussy until I came in his mouth, but I kept thinking about that cum-flavored dick of his and I knew I'd never be satisfied until I tasted some more of it.

He must have read my mind, for he got up and turned around, saying, “Angie, baby, why don't you suck my dick while I lick you off?”

I got a brief glimpse of his hard, glistening cock before he slid it past my lips and then settled down on me, sucking my clit into his mouth. We sucked each other for possibly three ecstatic minutes until he came down my throat once more with a groan and a gush. Then, as if the feel of his hot cock in me and his hot mouth on me weren't enough, he pushed his thumb inside me, too, sweeping it in circles on the walls of my vagina. It was too much to take all at once, and I climaxed almost immediately. What ordinarily would have come out as a scream was stifled by the thick cock in my mouth, otherwise I know even Dad would have heard me.

Reluctantly, I gave up my hold on him and he reversed his position once again, this time to lay beside me, taking me in his arms and kissing me in a relaxed, almost lazy fashion that reminded me of a slow, Southern drawl. I don't know how long he kept it up, but I was drifting in and out of sleep when he murmured, “One more time and I've got to go, Angie.”

I muttered something suitable in reply, and he got up on his knees and found his way inside me yet again, but this time, it was with his awesome cock instead of his tongue or his thumb. I was so thoroughly fucked that I couldn't even hold my legs up as Troy rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm which seemed to go on for days. I would have said I was long past the point of caring if I ever had another orgasm or not, but having him inside me sort of brought me to life again, and soon he had me gasping for more. It took him longer to come this time, and by the time he left, I was asleep and dreaming about his next visit—and fully intending to find some excuse to double his salary at my earliest opportunity. . . .