Sandy’s Day Off - 18+

This here is one of my first "adult" stories in English.

I wrote it about 10 years ago, so you'll have to excuse the 'baby' language. I've learned a lot since :o)

I've changed the male character's name for 'safety' reasons. Those of you who know the story, will understand what I mean.

If you want, you can think of Kiefer's character in 'The Right Temptation', Michael Farrow-Smith. I think it's a fitting character for this story.

Enjoy it!!!

Sandy was in the kitchen when the phone rang. She wasn't supposed to be home, and wasn't expecting anybody to call her at this time of day. She felt dizzy earlier and left work to rest a little. She woke up a while ago and was preparing a snack. She missed lunch and was getting very hungry. The sound of the phone startled her and she dropped her knife. She picked it up and put it on the sink. Then she walked to the hall where her phone stood. She only picked it up on the seventh ring, this way she was sure the caller meant business and wouldn't give up before she answered.
She picked up and whispered a soft 'hello' just in case it was someone from work who was calling to see how she was doing.

“Sandy?”

Her heart missed a beat.

"Michael?” she asked, her worry turned into sudden happiness. "It's been a while. What have you been up to?"

"Well we just finished recording the last episode and I was taking a little drive when I noticed your car parked out front. How come you're home?"

"I wasn't feeling well and took the rest of the day off to rest some."

"What's the matter? Do you need a doctor?"

"No, don't worry, I was feeling dizzy and preferred to come home so I could rest. But I'm fine now, I was preparing a snack when the phone startled me."

"I'm sorry I startled you. Do you want to go for a walk? Maybe the fresh air will do you good."

"That's a great idea, a nice walk along the beach. That should clear out my head alright."

"So, can I come over to pick you up?"

"Not right now, I need to get changed first. And I want to eat that snack as well. How about you come around in, say ... about an hour?"

"One hour? You got it! I'll be there."

"Honk when you pull up."

"Okay. See you in a bit."

"Okay, bye."

Sandy put the phone down and looked at her hand. It was still shaking a little. He was absolutely the last person she would've expected a call from. She hadn't heard from him in a few months now, but she knew he had been very busy filming. What a great timing! For once she was home during the day, he drove by her house and noticed her car out front. She went back to the kitchen and felt very happy. Her snack tasted ever so good and once she finished it, she ran upstairs to get changed. Michael loved the natural look, so she went for her favorite pair of jeans with a pale yellow top. Both were reasonably tight and made her look even more petite than she really was. She was hoping to get a compliment out of him. And knowing Michael the way she had come to know him, he wouldn't disappoint her.

Just over an hour later she heard a car pull up to the curb and only seconds later somebody honked. Sandy took a deep breath and stayed in the kitchen for just one more second. Then she slowly walked to the front door. She didn't want to seem too eager to see him. She looked out into the street and was pleased to see the Porsche. She loved that car, the roar of the engine and the kick of it when he stomped the accelerator all the way down. He was a terrific driver and she felt completely at ease with him. She trusted him to bring her home safely and he trusted her to keep her eyes open and warn him if needed. She always kept an eye on the road and the other one on him. But he had learned to trust her and he reacted to any instruction she would give him. One day he had been looking out for crossing traffic and had started to engage in a street when she had yelled at him to stop. In a reflex he had slammed his foot down on the brakes and a speeding ambulance had missed them by inches. If he hadn't reacted that quickly, the impact would've been terrible. Since that moment, he trusted her with his life.

She grabbed her purse and walked out, locking the door behind her. He was standing by the passenger door, waiting for her so he could get her door. Gallant as always. She walked down the four steps and crossed the sidewalk. When she reached him, he was holding her door open and he took a slight bow when she went past him. She got into the car and the leather was nice and warm from the sun. He shut her door and walked around the car, getting in with a very swift move and leaning close to her. Sandy wasn't sure what he had in mind and pulled back a little.

"Hey, don't I even get a kiss anymore?" he said, pouting.

She started to smile and leaned closer again so they could kiss each other hello. This was a first for her. He had always been very nice, but she had never kissed him before, except once, for his birthday, and he had blushed a very deep shade of red.
With a happy grin on his face, he put the car in gear and pulled into traffic. Very soon she noticed he was heading for the freeway and she settled back, getting ready for a speedy drive to wherever he was taking her.

"Do you want me to put the top up before we hit the freeway?" he asked her about a block away from the entry ramp.

"No, this is perfect. I love the wind to play with my hair. I'm really getting the feeling that my dizziness is getting blown right out of my head."

"That's good."

He gave her a lovely smile and touched her knee for a second, then he had to change gears and his hand left her knee again. It didn't return.
Once they got on the freeway, he shifted gears again and stomped the accelerator hard, making the car leap forward. He steered with steady hand and they traveled through the light traffic with great ease. Sandy enjoyed the ride and really felt herself getting better by the minute.
After a while, he took an exit ramp and he drove the car to the beach. They parked near the restaurant where they had met and Sandy remembered how much fun they had that night.

He had been alone, she was with six of her colleagues; they were celebrating a major contract. He was sitting at the bar and kept looking over to their table.
At a certain point Jim got up and walked straight to him. They talked for a few minutes and Sandy saw Michael smile. He got up and came back to the table with Jim. Everybody introduced themselves and he joined them. Till this day, Sandy still had no idea what Jim said to him that night. But they had loads of fun and Michael thanked them at least a million times for inviting him and including him in their celebration.

Sandy, being the only single person, ended up being 'hooked' to Michael when they started dancing. And that was when they got to know each other a little better. Michael was a good dancer, even though he claimed he was no good at all and they talked all the time. He really seemed to enjoy the company and after a while he asked her if she needed a ride home. She declined and he left as he came: alone. And so did she. She was so embarrassed about it, that she never even told the others that he offered it. For days she was furious at herself for having declined that ride.

She ran into him a few days later. He had a couple of days off and since the weather was finally getting a little better, he took advantage of that to have his morning run on the beach. Sandy had been doing that every other morning for the past six years, summer as well as winter. The beach was totally deserted at that time of morning and they were the only two people out there. He caught up with her and when he saw who she was, paced her, so they ended up doing their run together. When Sandy said goodbye, Michael asked her if he would see her the next morning. This time she was smarter and she promised she'd be there.

"Same time, same place." Sandy said and he nodded.

Since that time they met often, but not on a regular base. Sometimes it would be on the beach in the morning, another time they'd run into each other at the store or the gas station. On occasion they found themselves at the same restaurant or bar at the same time. They always had a lot of fun. It seemed like a weight lifted off her shoulders when she was around him, and everything she said turned out funny. She loved to see him smile and he did it a lot.

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This time she hadn't seen him in about 2 ½ months and she was very happy that they had a new opportunity to be together for a while.
He led the way onto the beach and they walked for nearly an hour, talking all the time. Not once were they stopped or interrupted by people who recognized him, which was the reason why he came here. He came here very often and people stopped being impressed by his presence. They got a drink and sat in the hot sand for a while.

"It's really amazing what happened today. For once I was home during the day, you came by and saw my car." Sandy said suddenly.

"Actually I wasn't there by accident. I was hoping to see you. I really felt like spending some time with you."
She looked at him, baffled, but he kept his eyes down, looking at the sand, she could tell he was blushing.
"I needed a break and I've always enjoyed your company. You've always managed to cheer me up. So I drove through your street, looking out for you, when I spotted the car. ... I drove home and sat thinking for a while. Then I picked up the phone and called you. I couldn't think of a single reason not to call."

"I'm glad you did." she said and put her hand on his knee. "I really am."
This time he did look up and their eyes met again.

He gave her a shy smile and she moved her hand from his knee to his face.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed about this. We've always had loads of fun together and if you wanted to see me, you should've called me. Promise me you won't hesitate to call next time."

He laughed at that and put his hand on hers, holding it to his cheek.
"I promise." he said softly.

It was Sandy's turn to laugh now.
He pulled her close to him and she eased her head onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. They sat for a while and then they headed back towards where he'd parked the car. It took them a little longer now, because they were much more relaxed than they had been before. He held her hand all along and kept talking about the beauty of the ocean. When they got back to the car, they were both starving, so they went to the restaurant. It had just opened and they were the only customers.

Michael led Sandy to a booth near the back and he sat with his back to the door, so people would actually have to come over to the booth to see who was sitting there. He didn't want anyone to interrupt them.

They enjoyed dinner and talked about what had kept them busy lately.
After dinner, he led her out to the car, but instead of opening her door, he opened the trunk and pulled out a big paper bag. He closed the trunk and held out his hand. She took it and followed him. They walked holding hands again, like they did before but she followed close behind. He turned the other way and they ended up in the dunes. He opened the bag and pulled out a big blanket. She helped him lay it open and they sat down. He pulled her against him again and once more, she put her head on his shoulder. She could hear his heartbeat and that was how she noticed he was nervous.
She pulled back and asked him if everything was okay.

Michael looked her into the eyes and leaned closer. His hand traveled along her back and came to rest against the base of her spine, supporting her head. Suddenly his lips made contact with hers and her heart missed a beat. It was a shy kiss, just lips touching lips, nothing more; to see her reaction.

Sandy was stunned and she could hardly breathe from excitement. Her heart started to pound fiercely in her chest and she thought it would explode.
He pulled back an inch or two and looked at her. She tried to stay cool, but there was no way she would chill this one out. He saw her blood pulse through her veins and knew he was driving her wild. So he leaned closer again and kissed her a second time. A little longer now, more promising.
She gasped for air, couldn't keep herself from doing so.
He leaned back again and sat looking at her for a minute. She was blushing this time around and it made him smile.

Once she had caught her breath again, she managed to open her eyes and saw him looking at her, smiling. But this smile was different. She couldn't explain it, but she felt totally different from any other time when he had smiled at her. This time she leaned towards him and he met her halfway, their lips touched and without thinking any further, she put her arms around him, pulling herself close to him.
His tongue found hers and he locked his arms around her shoulders. The embrace lasted an eternity and when they pulled away, they were both gasping.
Minutes later he guiding her down, supporting her head all the way. He stayed next to her, prepped up on his elbow, touching her soft skin, brushing through her hair. Sandy felt like closing her eyes and purring like a kitten, but she managed to keep them open.

Michael asked her if she was all right, if she was upset or uncomfortable.
The only thing she found the strength to do was shake her head slowly from left to right. It made him smile.
She put her hand on his cheek again and they looked at each other for ages, before he leaned down and their lips touched again. His kiss was so exciting that she could feel her heart pounding like crazy and all she wanted was for this moment never to end.
Slowly, he moved his hand over her body, feeling the shape of her shoulders, following her arm as far up as he could, going down again, and finding her breast. She tensed up when he first touched her there, but seconds later she relaxed again. He pushed up on both arms and moved over her, shifting onto his other arm.

Sandy didn't move once. She trusted him to take this as easy as he had everything else.
He discovered her body with his hand and her heartbeat accelerated even more when his hand traveled over her belly, down along one leg, and up along the other. Their lips locked once more, their tongues dancing together.

His hand found the top button of her jeans and he opened it slowly. She pulled him even closer to her, excitement taking control over her. He found the second button. He loved to unbutton clothes, you could make the pleasure last forever. Unveiling the 'secrets' that lie beneath; one button at a time. It turned him on and he knew it had a certain effect on the other as well. As now with Sandy. She kept pulling him closer and her tongue got a little wilder in his mouth. He tried to calm her down but her excitement grew by the minute and he felt he was losing control.
He put his hand to her face and pulled away from her. She tried to keep him close, but he had no trouble 'restraining' her.

"Take it easy." he whispered and she opened her eyes to look at him.
"There's no rush. Just relax and take your time to enjoy this moment."

"That's what I'm trying to do." she said.

Her voice had an angry tone to it.

Angry that he stopped touching her.

"No, you want to run ahead of yourself. I don't feel like ripping your clothes off and just fuck your brains out."
The swearing stunned her.

He never swore!

She looked away, trying to get a grip on her emotions and he gave her time.
"I want this to be perfect, so neither of us will end up regretting it. ... I've come to a point where I have very special feelings for you and I want to show them to you. ... I don't want to miss a step because I don't want to hurt you." he said after a while.

"I'm sorry." Sandy said softly, having regained control over her hormones, "I lost control. I got so excited because I haven't been with a man in a very long time and you're pushing all the right buttons."

"That's okay, just take it easy from here on. I'm sorry if I pushed your buttons a little too fast. I want you to enjoy this moment and remember it for as long as you live."

"Don't worry, I will."

"I would've done it differently if I had known it would get you excited this quickly."

"It only goes to show we're good together."

"I guess it does. Now, where were we?"

"Somewhere around here." Sandy replied, pulling him down and kissing him, letting his tongue invade her mouth instantly.

Her excitement grew again as soon as he continued unbuttoning her jeans even though he made sure to do it very carefully.
After a while, when dusk started to fall, he pulled his t-shirt off, baring his furry chest to her. She pushed him down on his back and he let her. She pushed up on an elbow and started playing with his blonde curly chest hair. He closed his eyes and let her take over for a while.
Sandy planted kisses all over his chest, taking time to nibble and lick his nipples, taking pleasure in his reaction. When she started to feel for his belt, he stopped her hand and opened his eyes.

"Don't worry." she said and he let go of her hand.

She unbuckled his belt first, slowly pulled it out, tossing it to the side. Next she opened the button and unzipped his pants ever so slowly, giving him time to enjoy the movement. Her hands moved away and he slowly opened his eyes. Just in time to see her pull her top off.
She kept her bra on for now.

He didn't mind.

Next he pushed her back down and took control once more. He slowly got her out of her pants and she spread her legs just enough to allow passage for his hand. Michael took the invitation and followed the contour of her silky underwear all the way. She jumped in surprise when his finger touched the very heart of her, but she didn't tense up at all. He eased himself between her legs and played with the soft tissue that was keeping her secret from him. He lowered his head and licked the tissue softly. Sandy moaned, taking pleasure in the warmth of his tongue, knowing what was coming next. She had never been this excited before and she wondered if there was a puddle forming between her legs. Michael didn't give her a second to regain control, and continued to lick the tissue just in the right spot.

Meanwhile he moved his hands up and found his way under her back, releasing the clip of her bra, releasing her breasts from confinement.
Seconds later, he had them in his hands, feeling them, playing with her nipples, still licking and blowing his warm breath between her legs, pushing her excitement to the limit. Suddenly she took his hands into hers and pinched hard.

"You can be a little rougher on them, I like it." she whispered.

"You like it rough?" Michael asked a little surprised.

She didn't strike him like a woman who wanted to be manhandled.

"Mmmm, yes, pinch'm a little harder, nibble and bite my nipples. It really turns me on big time." she moaned.

Okay, he thought to himself, just the breasts.

So he pushed up on his elbows, leaving her secret garden and moving up to her chest. He gave her breasts a massage, just a little rougher than he would usually do and she purred like a cat, moaning and sighing with delight and extreme pleasure.
After a while, he got up and got out of his pants. But before he could get back down, she had gotten on her knees and pulled his shorts down. She gently took him in her hand and lifted it high, so she could reach his balls.

"No, wait." he tried but there was no stopping her.

"You gave me pleasure. Now it's my turn. Relax and let it happen."

She licked his balls and felt his penis grow in her hand. When she sucked his balls into her mouth and nibbled them, he gave a little cry, but silenced himself by putting his hand over his mouth. Sandy stopped and pulled back.

"Am I hurting you?"
He shook his head.

"Continue." he whispered so softly she could barely make out the word.

She continued playing with his balls, and tickled the base of his penis with her fingernail. He tensed up and grew some more.
Once he started to get rigid, she left his balls and took his cock into her mouth in one swift and surprising move. Michael gasped for air and staggered on his feet.

"Maybe you should lie down." Sandy said and she pulled him down.

"This way, you can't hurt yourself." she said with a sarcastic grin.

He grinned back, but said nothing. He couldn't speak because just then, her mouth moved over his cock again and the warmth and dampness threw him off his feet. Luckily he was lying down now. He felt his cock grow bigger still until his blood was pounding so hard he thought his veins might burst.
Sandy gave him an excellent blowjob and she stopped seconds before he climaxed. He begged her to continue, but she declined that invitation.

"It's your turn now. Make me wet." she said in a sensual voice.

She pushed away and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs a little. Michael had trouble getting up, his head was spinning and he was a little dizzy. 'What a woman' he thought to himself. He dove straight between her legs but took his time to get to her. He licked and tickled the inside of her thighs for a few minutes, driving her crazy, making her beg for him to 'get to it'.

"The Bermuda Triangle is calling for me. Should I answer its call?" he asked her playfully.

"Yes, for Christ's sake, you're driving me mad."

"That's the whole point. You drove me nuts, so now I get revenge."

She rolled her eyes in response and wasn't ready for his next move. With his left hand he pulled her panties to the side while running his tongue over her clitoris. She didn't expect him to move so quickly and she moaned loudly.

Seconds later, his tongue invaded her body and his finger followed swiftly. While his finger moved in and out of her soaked cavity, his tongue danced over her clitoris, firing her excitement up once again. He didn't stop where she had and brought her to a first climax, just with his tongue and finger.
She sighed and moaned, her brow glistened with sweat.

"Oh, god, please, don't stop." she moaned.

He obliged. His tongue moved around in circles and he invaded her body with two fingers now. Her excitement grew steadily and after a short while, he added a third finger, giving her even more pleasure. Sandy gasped for air when her second orgasm hit only minutes after the first one. She wasn’t sure she could follow this rhythm. But he left her no choice.

Michael's excitement had grown to its limit by now and he moved around so she could continue what she had started earlier. Sandy took his cock into her mouth as soon as she could reach it and she licked and sucked him until he was as rigid as before. He moved around again and slowly penetrated her. Sandy gasped again when he entered her. His cock was larger than three fingers and longer as well. He filled her up slowly, giving her time to adapt to his size. Her body tensed around his cock and he held his breath to keep himself from climaxing.

Once he filled her completely, he relaxed and took a little time to regain control. When he was confident he wasn't going to climax immediately, he started to move inside of her. She gasped at each move he made and he wondered if he was hurting her, but at the same time she was moaning and she moved along with him. She kept moaning encouragements to him, asking him to continue, to fill her all the way, and to give her everything he had. He obliged.

He made endless love to her and he lost count of the number of orgasms she had. She was dizzy with pleasure and her breathing was labored, her body covered in sweat. But she didn't want this to stop, she wanted him to stay with her forever and a night.

"You're in great shape." she said out of the blue, making him laugh so much he lost his rhythm.

He relaxed a bit, but Sandy put her hands on his butt and pulled him to her, so he continued moving in and out of that beautiful and excited body until he couldn't control himself any longer. His rhythm became faster, more urgent and she replied, arching her body even more towards him and staying as close as she could. He leaned close and his lips found hers once more. He was thrusting very deep into her now, and his tongue invaded her mouth, played wildly with her tongue and amplified the intensity of their feelings. He thrust once more, hard and even deeper into her body and came with great strength, ejaculating inside of her.

He fell on top of her, breathing hard. His muscles ached, but it was a good ache, the kind that left you satisfied. He had given her the best of himself and he hoped with all his heart that she enjoyed it as much as he had. After a few minutes, she asked him to get off her, she couldn't breathe because of his weight on top of her, so he pulled back and eased next to her, pushing up on his elbow like he had done before. She was still breathing hard, but now that she was able to take a few deep breaths, it slowed down fast. Her pulse also slowed down, he could see the pounding in her jugular subside little by little. He remained silent, just taking contentment in watching her recover from the excitement he gave her.

After about 10 minutes, a chill ran along her body and she opened her eyes.
She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. A little chilly all of a sudden."

"Do you want to go?"

"No, why?"

"If you're chilly."

"Well, why don't you warm me up a little then, instead of getting out of here."

Michael smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her.

She let him into her mouth without hesitating and they embraced again.

"Any better?" he asked when he pulled back.

"Hmmmm. Much."

They were silent again, but didn't experience that as being awkward. Their situation didn't call for much conversation.

After a while, Michael started to kiss her all over her body, beginning on her forehead all the way down to her toes and back up, stopping for a few moments, teasing her a little. Sandy felt his tongue warming up her clitoris again and she spread her legs to him, inviting him to continue. She was wondering if he was ready for round two already. She was exhausted and if he wanted to start over again, she would have serious trouble to keep up that pace. Her muscles ached and her body was on fire.
Michael on the other hand seemed fit enough to continue right away and he didn't hesitate long before he slipped his tongue inside of her body and felt the warmth of her cavity. Her reaction came immediately, she cried out but muffled the sound by putting both her hands over her mouth. She pushed up a little and looked at him. He stopped and looked up, smiling, his lips wet with her fluids.

"Don't tell me you're ready for more." Sandy said.

"Aren't you?"

"Not really, you exhausted me. I have no energy left."

"And that is good or bad?" he asked a little anxious.

"Good because you were wonderful and gave me more pleasure than any man has ever done. ... But bad, ... if you want to continue."

He smiled at her and moved back up to meet her lips in a wild kiss.
"So I gave you pleasure?" he asked when their lips parted.

"Yes, enormous pleasure. You've got to be the best lover ever."
Michael blushed and tried to laugh that compliment away.
"Don't." Sandy said, "I mean it. I've never felt like this before and I seriously doubt many women have had this kind of experience. I've never been this excited before and I can't even say how many orgasms I had."

"I lost count somewhere in the middle. You did have a lot."

"That's to show how good you are."
He blushed again.

"You excited me to an extent I had never known before.” he replied, intending to return the compliment, “You're very good at what you do as well, you know. It's not just me."

"No, we did this together, and I must say my boyfriend always complimented me on that as well. Said I could give head like no other."

"That's vulgar! Did he actually say it that way?" Michael asked, obviously angry with a man he didn't know.

"Yes, he used pretty foul language most of the time, called me his private hooker and stuff like that."

"And you left him?"

"Yes, I got fed up with his boyish behavior and I kicked him out."

"That must be the best decision you ever made."

"No, it wasn't." Sandy replied softly.
"Coming here with you was." she added, even more softly.

"So you don't regret this happened?"

"No, not at all. I feel great and I hope the feeling is mutual."

"I would never have made love to you if I didn't mean it."

"I'm glad you mean it."

"So, are you ready for more yet?" Michael asked suddenly, smiling his cutest smile at her.

Sandy slapped him on the shoulder playfully, but leaned closer for another kiss.
"Only if you take it easy." she whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry, I'll take it real easy. Turn over."

She rolled onto her belly and he started giving her a massage, it felt great. She relaxed even more, nearly fell asleep. After a while he slipped his fingers between her buttocks.
She tensed up.
He slowed down.

"Relax, I won't hurt you."

"I don't like that." she said.

He heard a slight tremor in her voice.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything you don't want. Are you afraid I'm going to hurt you?"

"Yes. My boyfriend always hurt me and I never let him go all the way."

"I'm not that vulgar boyfriend you had, I'm me and I promise I won't hurt you. Do you trust me?"

...
"Yes."
The word came hesitantly, tense and unconvinced.

"Are you sure you trust me?" Michael insisted.

"Yes, I trust you."
This time she meant it.

"Then don't worry and relax. Don't anticipate pain, because that's what you'll feel. Anticipate pleasure and I will be able to give it to you."

Sandy relaxed thanks to his soothing voice and she closed her eyes again, surrendered.
He leaned down and planted kisses all over her butt and licked all the way to her backside. He felt her tense a couple of times, but she relaxed really quickly. When he licked around her backside, she started to push back, towards him. He was already giving her pleasure, arousing her. He pushed his tongue in and she cried out with delight. His warm, damp tongue invading her that way excited her even more than when he had done that earlier.

Next he put his pinky finger in his mouth and made sure it was wet enough, he didn't intend to hurt her the least bit. Very carefully, he worked his little finger into her smaller cavity, making sure to keep her relaxed and willing.
She was a little tense but she allowed him to go ahead with his plans. She felt a weird pressure and then something moved into her body. She held her breath and concentrated on relaxing and she opened her mind to it.
Once he had half of his finger inside her, he wiggled it around a little to see her reaction. She gasped and tried to look back at him.

"Is this hurting you?"

"No-hhh." she sighed.

"So I can continue?"

"Yessss, please."

She was getting aroused very quickly now.

Michael pushed a little and once his little finger disappeared into her body, he moved it around again, slowly, giving her sensations she had never experienced.
She pushed back against his hand, sighing and moaning, asking for more.
So he pulled his little finger back and used his mid-finger next and she reacted immediately. She nearly pushed up onto her knees, her butt in his face, she begged him to continue. She praised him for being so good, for giving her so much pleasure.
Soon he added a second finger and filled her more. Again, she pushed against his hand asking him to come deeper into her, to take her all the way.
But he didn't intend to penetrate her anally, it wasn't the right time. He knew he would have to take it easy with her, but the first step had been taken. He was going to let her experience her first anal orgasm, so he moved his fingers as deep as he could, then pulled them nearly all the way out, only to come all the way back into her. She screamed in delight.

Michael moved his thumb into her vagina and fingered her both ways at the same time. After a while he picked up speed and she came violently, screaming loudly and begging him to take her.
He obliged.

He grabbed her hips and turned her over. She followed his lead, rolling onto her back, spreading her legs and opening wide. He was aroused, but not extremely hard, so he moved over her and lowered his cock to her face. She took him into her mouth and sucked on him as if her life depended on it. Within seconds he felt his cock getting harder and he pulled back, finding his way and penetrating without hesitation.
She took a deep breath and held it while he filled her completely. He thrust in her body and she moved along with him. She kept telling him to take her, to move deeper into her and he did as she told him, thrusting harder, deeper and faster into her body. It only took him minutes to bring her to another orgasm and he moved even faster, following into climax as well. They came together and she grabbed him, planting her nails into his skin, scratching him. Michael felt her nails dig deep into his back and he had to grind his teeth to keep from crying out. Her nails left long, burning scratches across his back. She probably didn't realize what she was doing. She pushed her head hard into the sand, sucking in the air as if she had been deprived of oxygen before.
When he left her, she looked at him. The look on her face was one of total contentment.

He got up and started collecting their clothes. Darkness had settled in a long time ago, but the clear sky and nearly full moon above gave him enough light to locate everything. They slowly started to get dressed. He helped her into her clothes and she buttoned his shirt for him. They were constantly touching each other and their lips were locked together more than they were separated.

When they were dressed again, they folded the blanket and put it back into the bag. He put his arm around her shoulders and they walked back to the car.
Michael let her get in and walked around the car. He tossed the bag in the back and got in. When the engine roared, she leaned over to him and they kissed once more, their tongues playing a wild game.
He put the car in gear and moved his hand to her thigh. She took it and moved it between her legs so she could feel him there.
He pulled into the street and took the long way home, driving mostly along the shore. They were at her house much sooner than she wanted to be there.
She sighed when he pulled to the curb behind her car.

"What's the matter?" Michael asked her.

"I don't want to go. I don't want this night to end. I don't want this feeling to go away." she said, pouting like he had done before.

"The night is bound to come to an end, the sun will be up soon and it will be day. That's nature putting an end to night. But for as far as your feelings go, they shouldn't end because we part for a while. I have very strong feelings for you, yet I'm not afraid to drop you off. I know we'll see each other again real soon and that comforts me enough to be able to part with you right now."

"I hadn't seen you in nearly three months, how can we say we'll see each other soon." Sandy said, fighting back tears. She was desperate to hold on to him for the rest of the night.

"Because I'm going to come pick you up again tomorrow evening."

Sandy looked at him, not sure if she should believe him or not.
"What time do you get home after work?"

"I'm usually home around 4.30."

"I'll be here at 5."

"Okay."

"But right now, I'm going to walk you to the door."
He got out and walked around the car, getting her door, being all gallant again. They walked to the door and she opened it.

"How about a night cap?" Sandy tried.

"No, I'm gonna head home, get some rest, and so should you. You’re working in the morning."

"I don't want you to go just yet." She said more honestly again now.

"Trust me, a week from now you'll be begging me to leave you alone for a while."

"I seriously doubt that. Please come in for a few minutes."

"Okay, but just a few minutes then. You need to get some sleep."

She led the way and he followed her in. She went straight to her bar and asked him what he was having. She poured him a scotch and poured a dry martini for her. She took the drinks over to the table and they sat down on the couch.

Sandy took two sips of her drink, put her glass down on the table and got rid of her t-shirt. She went over to him and unbuttoned his shirt about halfway, moving her hands over his hairy chest, playing with his nipples. Next she unzipped his pants and moved down, taking his cock into her mouth again, making him hard in no time. She dropped her pants and moved over him, sitting down in his lap, moving her body down over him, filling herself with him. Michael sat back and enjoyed 'the ride'. Sandy had taken control and he let her. She moved up and down, moving faster and faster, taking herself to unknown heights. A few minutes later, she had a first orgasm. It slowed her down for a moment, but then she picked up speed again, riding him all the way. He played with her breasts and she threw her head back, moving faster still.

He licked her neck and nibbled on her nipples. She had a second orgasm and her body tensed around him. He took a deep breath and held it, staying in control over his emotions, letting her work hard for what she knew would be coming her way soon. By the time she had her third orgasm, he couldn't control himself any longer and he came right after she did.
Once their orgasms subsided, Sandy moved away from him and walked out of the room, naked.
Michael followed her. She went into the kitchen. He came in behind her. He pushed her against and down onto the wooden counter. She didn't fight him. He held her down with one hand. His other hand moved to her butt, he found his way and slowly penetrated her with a finger again. She pushed back against his hand and moaned in delight.

He moved faster than before, giving her more pleasure and she moaned even harder now. He let go of her and shifted his position, getting down on his knees and moving between her legs. His tongue found her clitoris very quickly and he licked it once. She cried out in surprise. She spread her legs some more to give him more space to move. He didn't need any more. His tongue dashed back and forth across her clitoris and his finger moved in and out of her body. When his tongue disappeared into her vagina, she cried out again, and he moved his hand a little in order to be able to finger her on both sides, still licking her clitoris.
Sandy thought she was going to lose her mind. She was overwhelmed by feelings of delight and sheer pleasure. When she climaxed, she had to put both her hands over her mouth to keep from alerting the neighborhood with her scream.
Michael knew she had reached her limit and slowed down.
He got up and turned her around. Sandy flung herself at him.

"I never thought I would say this, but I love you. I love you for what you've done to me over the past few hours."

"And I love you." Michael said softly.
They kissed once more. When their lips parted, Michael turned and walked away.
"I'll see you tomorrow." he said and he walked out.

The door shut behind him and Sandy fell apart in the hallway, she fell to her knees and started crying like a baby.
She knew she would probably never see him again.
She sat there and cried for ages, until she was freezing. She got to her feet and stumbled up the stairs to her bedroom. She got into bed and cried herself to sleep.

~~~

When Sandy woke up, she knew she had overslept. She raised her head and the alarm clock displayed 11.06. She was way too late. But today, she really couldn't be bothered. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom, the light hurt her eyes and when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror, she quickly turned away.
She fought her way into a comfy baggy shirt and equally comfy jogging pants and went downstairs. She picked up the phone and called in sick. She would have to call a doctor, but didn't feel like it just now. In the kitchen she made some coffee and wondered if she had been dreaming yesterday. But she had never experienced anything like it, so she was pretty sure she couldn't have imagined it.

It must've happened for real.

Then again.

Michael calling her because he wanted to see her and the two of them making love on the beach.

Nah!!

No way!!

She must've been dreaming, maybe a fever induced dream.

That might be the explanation.

She went back upstairs and prepared a hot bath. She stayed in it for nearly an hour and was feeling much better when she got out. The next hour she dedicated to beauty. She did her hair, tended to her nails, waxed, shaved, etc.
The rest of the afternoon passed by very quickly and when somebody rang at the door, it startled her. She went to get it and the sight of him shocked her.
Right there, big smile on his face, stood Michael. A single white rose in hand, all dressed up. Picking her up like he promised.
He saw her shock and quickly stepped inside.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes, ... I think ..."

"You're not ready to go. Are you feeling sick? We can always get dinner some other time if you don't feel like it."

"No, that's not it... I ..."

She pulled away from him and took two steps towards the living room.
"Sandy, are you really okay? I'm worried about you. Didn't you sleep well?"
She couldn't say another word.
He went to her and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Sandy, please talk to me. Did I push you too far last night? Are you upset about what happened?"

"What happened?"

"Don't you remember? I picked you up and we went for a drive, had dinner at Paul's and then we went out into the dunes."

"What happened in the dunes?" Sandy insisted.

...
"We made love for hours, Sandy. You and me. Then I drove you home and we made love right there on your couch."
She turned around; facing him again, buried his face in his arm and started to cry again.
"Hey, why those tears?"

"I woke up this morning and I convinced myself that none of that actually happened. That it only happened in my dreams."

"Then I guess you're still dreaming. Because I'm here again. And if you'll let me, I intend to make love to you all night long."

Sandy took a step back, turned around and walked up the stairs. She stopped halfway and turned around.
"Why wait any longer?"

Michael hurried up the stairs and caught her a few steps from the top. She screamed when he grabbed her shirt and she stopped. He bumped into her and they went up the last steps together. Before she could do anything, Michael picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. He set her down on the bed and dove after her.

What happened then, is a different story.