("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Summer Affair By Anonymous Author (no address) *** He's beautiful and she wants him. (MF, affair) *** Like I'd done all summer long, I went to the beach, but to one farther out on the Island, less crowded. I spent the entire day just lying around in the sun and taking an occasional dip, enjoying that last summer before leaving for my first year at college. The lifeguard on the stand near me could have doubled for a movie star, with his fine physique, well-molded chest, good muscular legs with fine hair. Relieved by another lifeguard, he stripped down to his loose trunks, showing giant genitals to which a fine line of hair leading down from his navel suggestively pointed. They hung loose, with the thin trunks and the string and whistle around his neck the only things hiding his complete nakedness. Swimming, he showed a control in the water; and coming out of the water--he showed even more, for the trunks were now transparent and gave a good idea of the great bunch at his crotch. Caught against the sun, a wide, long organ hung out in relief, hanging clear of the large balls behind it. His testicles swung loose between his wide-set thighs and his cock hung well below. When he finally dressed to leave, I reluctantly left and showered, then went onto the highway, hoping to catch a bus before it got too late in the evening. I was plenty surprised and embarrassed and excited when the life-guard pulled up in a convertible and offered me a lift back to the station. It turned out he was going all the way into the city, so I wouldn't have to use the train at all. But he said he had to stop in the village to change. He was wearing an unbuttoned sports shirt, a dark plaid, which showed off the bronze color of his skin from his firm neck to his navel and belt. As was drove, I looked at him as much as I dared, remembering the view of him in just his wet shorts. Now he must have been wearing jockey shorts, because although there was a large bulge down there, nothing was outlined. I said, "I didn't recognize you at first, without your swim trunks." It was a foolish way to put it and I felt like an idiot. But he didn't seem to notice how I'd said it and went on talking about having a dinner date in town. At his house he poured me a beer and one for himself. "If you can wait a few minutes for us to get back on the road, I think I'd better shower before driving on in," meanwhile shedding his shirt and flipping loose the top buttons of his slacks. "Sure," I said, "Go ahead." I was staring at the hair that cropped up over the band of his jockey shorts. Carrying his beer with him, and finishing unbuttoning his fly, he walked out of the room. Soon the shower began hissing and I tried to calm my excitement by looking around the room and between the Venetian blinds to the lawn beyond. Suddenly the shower quieted down and he came out, starting on his beer again and drying himself with the other hand. He was beautiful in his nakedness, the two-tone tan of almost-black arms, legs, thighs, neck and face -- and golden chest which must have been covered by the lifeguard shirt most of the day--all this was far more than enough to set off the white ass and pubic area. The dark brown hair-line running down from his navel changed into jet black where it became a wide hairy mat to surround his cock. The cock -- it looked like a small water pipe; round, thick and large, with a beautifully molded head that had its lips open. This brown organ with its slightly blushing head hung loosely against the pad of bulging testicles which themselves swayed in their loose skin pouch. When I glanced up, he was looking down at me staring at his nudity, grinning. He just stood there, continuing to dry himself off, now turning a little to one side so that I got a different view of his organs. He didn't seem to mind, so I just kept on looking and, of course, feeling more excited all the time. He rubbed hard. Stooping a little, he dried roughly between his buttocks, then stood with one foot at a time lifted up onto the coffee table in front of me while he finished drying off his feet and toes. Sitting at one end of the couch opposite me, he flung the damp towel in through the bathroom door and pulled one leg up under his butt. Taking another pull on his beer, he stretched and, head back, made small talk about how a shower and a beer really set you up after a day at the beach. His raised leg pulled his buttocks apart enough to show a little snip of black hair -- just a thin line near the bottom of the cleavage that indicated where in the muscular roundness his asshole was hidden. I asked how big his place was and he invited me to look around. As we went past the bathroom, to a small bedroom, I crowded up a little against him. He had twin beds, which he explained were in case anyone stayed over -- I took it he did not have a roommate. "Sit down and relax," he said, patting a spot on the bed next to where he sat. I put my glass down on the nightstand and sat down next to him. "Relax," he said again, getting a hand on my thigh. I glanced first at his hand, then at his crotch, then at his face. He smiled. He moved his hand from my high to the back of my neck, pulled my head towards him, and snaked the tip of his tongue between my lips. We sank back on the bed together. When he let me go, I came up for air. His face looked very serious, but he smiled a warm smile, and I returned my lips to his mouth, my hands finding and caressing his rock-hard biceps. I moved my lips lightly over his face, his strong cheekbones, down against his neck, sucking at the cords of his neck with the soft inside of my lips. Passing down onto his chest, I took one of his nipples for a second, first between my lips and then with the very tip of my teeth, pulling them a little. I felt his hand move lightly up and down on the back of my neck, so I moved over to the other nipple, and again started nibbling and pulling at the nozzle with my teeth, then worrying it with my tongue. Then I spread my tongue flat and began making a roadway with it all the way down his torso, stopping to dip into his navel. As I did that I could feel the soft brown hair brush against my cheek. I buried my nose and mouth in the thick pubic hair and felt his cock standing as a barrier against which my cheek and ear pressed while I breathed and sucked around his pubic mound. His cock was standing erect like a tower. I turned my head sideways and began moving my lips, zigzag, up the length of his shaft, with my tongue making a track of hot saliva, all along the top of his cock. Reaching the top, I put the sharp point of my outstretched tongue into the spread-open lips of the head, then started on back, again zigzagging with my lips and this time wetting the underside and the bulging veins that roped his cock. I tried to take both of his balls into my mouth at one time but could only manage one, because of their size. I bit a little at the smooth skin bag, and his hips rose in pleasurable reaction. I let my tongue wander farther down into and between his crotch and buttocks. I rose up and looked at a thick ball of transparent fluid that had formed at the opening of his cockhead. I ran my tongue all the way around the rim of the large mushroom head and closed in with my lips, holding it all tightly so he would feel my tongue make patterns all over the head, over and under, back and forth, like tracing maps. He was taking heavy breaths and the bed moved with the turning and twisting of his torso and head. I took his cock deeper, feeling the dew well up into the opening again and making a sweet, salty taste in my mouth. I slid the head back into my throat and squeezed my lips halfway down his shaft. His hips rose again as if he were trying to feel the depth of my throat. As I slid down, just a little lower each time, I slid my hands under his buttocks and held him be the ass cheeks. His hands moved gently over my shoulders to show his pleasure, and to join in my rhythm. His stomach was rising and falling with the heavy breathing and I was finally taking all of his length. I would slide down on his shaft so that my lips rested in his thick black bush of pubic hair and I would feel his cock throbbing in my throat, swelling an pounding with a heartbeat all its own. I slid back up and off, almost all the way, stopping with just the giant mushroom head inside my mouth. The all-the-way action brought groans to his lips and his hands held on to my shoulders fast. I increased the stroked with my mouth, holding my breath so I wouldn't choke every few lunges. His whole body went tense, his muscles turning from rock to steel. I slid up and down his shaft like a piece of machinery. His back arched and the first stream of come shot out of his cock and washed the back of my throat. I swallowed it and him--the next couple of shots pulsed out so deep in my throat I couldn't even taste them, just feel their fire hose power as they spurted out. His hands were like a vise, holding me, while he shot. When I raised my head, sucking out every drop of his hot juice, he collapsed into a pile of spent muscles, his chest and stomach covered with sweat, his eyes closed, his mouth open and his whole body completely relaxed. After a few minutes of silence in which I toyed with his thick, swollen cock--which was only beginning to go soft -- and surveyed his crotch while he breathed in deep, hypnotic rhythm, he cocked his head towards me, opened his eyes and smiled. "Would you like to get some dinner then come back and spend the night?" END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 32