Visiting Paradise With Blake

After a a couple of beers and a slight buzz started, I started to text Paul, “I miss you.” Luckily, I hadn’t had enough beers to think that was a good idea. Our break-up was mutual and probably good for us, a drunken text re-igniting a flame that should be cold wouldn’t end well.

But I was lonely. I was at a bar filled with my coworkers from the restaurant, but they were my coworkers. None of them were my friends and it made me miss my friends back in Chicago even more. Really the only reason that I was there was because I was tired of sitting at home on Saturday nights and…well, there was another reason.

His name was Blake, one of the assistant managers. He was a former college baseball star with the body to prove it, that had ended up in the restaurant world when his professional sports career didn’t ever start. The rumor was that he was seeing one of the waitresses, a blonde named Kelly. Even I’ll admit that she was hot, the kind of girl that would expect to be dating a guy like Blake. However, that night she was spending more time talking to one of the chefs. I don’t know if it was because she was trying to make him jealous, but it seemed to be working out for my benefit. At work, we joked around, flirted and he hit on me, but that night it was different.

That night, I was more like his psychologist. I was 99 percent sure that he was sitting next to me on the at the bar was so that he could have a good view over to the the pool table where Kelly was talking and laughing with her new friend. He tried to not make it obvious, but I kept catching him looking in that direction.

“Is everything alright?” I tried to act like it didn’t bother me, but this wasn’t how I had planned this encounter going.

“I’m sorry. I’m just stressed.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s just work. I’ve been working a lot.”

“It’s catching up to you?” I didn’t really feel to sorry for him. He worked forty-five hours a week, I worked forty hours at my day job alone and usually around twenty at the restaurant.

“Yeah.” I wasn’t even sure if he was listening to me. “Hey, would you want to go somewhere else. I’m really not in a mood to be at a bar after working all night.”

And things just got a lot interesting. “What did you have in mind?”

“Some place quieter. My head is beginning to hurt.”

“I don’t know many places around here. I’m still getting to know my way around.”

“I know a couple of places.” He said as we got up from our bar stools and headed towards the door.

I couldn’t help but noticing Kelly noticing us Blake walking out and me right behind. I didn’t care if he was just using me to get her jealous, my night was turning around.

“If you want, I’ll drive.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“I was thinking maybe get a six pack and go down by the beach? I know a couple of places where we can drink without being bothered. I just want to go some place relaxing that isn’t so crowded.”

This was heading dangerously towards friend land, but the night was young and I wasn’t giving up. Part of me pictured us sitting, watching the waves as we talked. Part of me pictured us naked in the water, doing a lot more than just talking.

After a quick stop at a gas station, he headed the car towards the water. We were only about five minutes from my apartment, but he took me to a state park that I didn’t know anything about.

He parked the car, then I followed him along a path that wasn’t going to be on any of the official brochures. “In high school, we used to have keg parties back here every weekend. Then the cops figured out why there were so many cars parked here. But don’t worry as long as there’s just one car here, they’ll leave us alone.”

“A lot nicer than any of the places that we had keg parties in Illinois.”

“This used to be a resort one hundred years ago, but I guess at some point they went out of business. Now it’s more trees and plants except for a couple of the buildings.”

“I had no idea that I was going to be trekking through a jungle tonight.”

“We’re almost there.”

“This is amazing.” I said when we came out of the forest and on to a grass field at the edge of the water. It was worth the hike, even in my uncomfortable wedge sandals. It looked like something out of a postcard. The moon was reflecting off the water and the only sound was the waves crashing. We were just down the street from suburbia and and over development, but this was a little bit of paradise that was left alone.

“Right over there used to be the main resort and this used to be their lawn. There used to be a beach too, but erosion got most of it.”

“There’s nothing like this in Chicago.” And for the first time in a while, I was glad to be living in Florida.”

He put down a beach towel on the slope of a small hill that over looked the water and opened up the beers.

“So have you brought a lot of girls here?”

“Not really.”

“This seems like the perfect place to bring a girl. It’s secluded, romantic, the perfect place for a late night rendez vous.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I banged a couple of chicks back in the woods during keg parties, but this is kind of my place to come and get away from it all and think. There’s almost no one here at night.”

We kissed, but it wasn’t the knock off my clothes kind of kiss. “Is there something wrong?”

“No, I’m fine.” He said as he took a long sip of his beer.

“I mean we’re in the perfect spot, I’m ready to do whatever and you seem to be on another planet. Is it Kelly?”

“Does everyone know?”

“Not everyone.”

“Yeah, we were seeing each other on again, off again. It was more off, but this time we decided that we should make it permanent. It’s just tough because we see each other every day. And I really didn’t mean to bring it up or anything.”

“It’s okay. I have a recent ex too. Let’s just forget about everything else for a few hours.”

“Okay.” He nodded his head, but I could tell he wasn’t on my team yet.”

“Okay, do you want to go skinny dipping?”

“I only brought one towel.”

“That’s alright. I can use it and you can air dry.”

“I’m not really in the mood.”

“Okay, here’s the deal. You brought me to this amazing place. We’re alone. I’m horny. I’m getting tired of having all of these clothes on and I think you would look a lot better without yours too. If you’re concerned about what people will think at work, I won’t tell anyone.”

“I like your plan.” And finally he smiled. A real smile not just because he was laughing at one of my sarcastic jokes. Finally, he wasn’t thinking about Kelly.

I laid back and starred at the stars for about half a second before he pushed apart my legs and climbed on top of me. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Gone were the wimpy “thoughts elsewhere” kisses and now he was kissing me liked he meant it. Our bodies started to grind together and soon I was feeling a hardness growing in his shorts.

“Now this is much more like it.” I said as he pushed up my tank top up, his hands racing to my tits. “This was kind of night that I think we both needed.”

Raw lust took over and I think we both stopped thinking about anything else. My tank top and bra were soon laying on the ground next to his shirt, his hands exploring then abusing my cleavage.

My hands weren’t so innocent either. I undid his belt, practically ripped off the button on his shorts trying to undo it and finally found my way into his boxers.

My pants and panties came off and his eyes explored all of me. “You’ve got a killer fucking body.”

“Yours isn’t bad either.” I said as scratched his chest muscles.

“I want you so bad.”

“There’s a condom in my pants. I took it out of my purse and put it in there before we locked it in the car. I’m glad we did.”

He put it on and rolled it down his cock. I opened my legs further for him and guided him with my hand towards my very wet pussy. I had a crush on him since my first day of work and I couldn’t be happier that him and Kelly broke up. My life was starting to look like it was going to get interesting.

He pushed himself against my lips and kissed me. He pushed further and spread apart my lips with his thick cock. I was wet enough where he slid easily inside of me and filled me up.

Cock size isn’t everything, but I do like a guy that’s on the above average side of things, as long as they’re not too big. Blake was on the above average side of things and filled me completely. It felt amazing.

He was soon fucking me hard, as fast as he could. But as I held on to his back, it seemed like slow motion. With the beach breeze floating past us and the sounds of the water, it just felt like a fantasy come true.

We rolled over so that I was on top and almost instantly it hit that magical spot. I had tried to keep quiet because we were outdoors and who knows if there was anyone else around, but now I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

I didn’t need to go fast. I slowly slid myself up and down on his cock until it happened. “I’m there. I’m there.” I whispered as pleasure filled my body and I started to shake with each movement of my pussy around his cock.

“Wow.” He said after my moaning subsided.

“Did you cum too?”

“Not yet.”

“Really?” I wanted him to feel what I had just felt and I quickly started up again. This time I wasn’t going slow. I bounced up and down on his cock, hoping to drain his cum out as soon as possible. However, he made me work for it.

Then finally, he grabbed my hips and thrust up into me. With the condom on, I couldn’t feel enough, but I knew he was cumming.


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10 Responses to Visiting Paradise With Blake

  1. Paige

    Very nice. Sex on the beach is absolutely one of those most romantic, leave-everything-behind kind of experiences. I haven’t had sex on a beach in a long time, and I’m totally jealous. :-P

    I hope you see him again. This guy sounds like he was being a little bit of a girl, but break-ups are rough on some people. Hopefully you can get him to not think about it so much.

    • Amy

      He was totally being a girl! That is a perfect way to describe it. Most of the time he isn’t that way and I’m hoping to see him again this weekend and hoping to see a different side of him.

  2. Suave

    Another great entry! Keep em cummin.. I mean, Keep HIM cumming.. hehe ;-)

  3. SmokeSignal

    It’s been a good bit since you had a story where you were wearing a skirt or a dress. Neglect them not *wink*

  4. thick8nopen

    loved it!!! glad you convinced him to play! So do we get to see your feet in your wedge sandals???

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