I had Bill push up for a moment and I rolled over to take him into my arms.


I had Bill push up for a moment and I rolled over to take him into my arms. He kissed me gently and I used my lips to nibble his. My legs were together but his cock felt just fine, resting just above my clit, very clearly a situation we both wanted to do something about. My shirt comes to just below my butt, so I had him reach for it and we took a walk over to a nearby grove of willows. You can imagine the rest. After we were through, it was getting to be late afternoon and I let him go--I don't think he ever learned my name, and I don't know his last name. But that beach'll never be the same, and the willows are now named the "Mr. Bill Memorial Grove"--at least by me. <<<<>>>> When I was first stirring it was the crack of dawn. Beside me, the bed was empty, warm but empty. I rolled over, sleepily still, in search of the wonderful man who had brought me here last night, and he was gone. I discovered as I came to that hugging the pillow instead simply wasn't solace enough, and I opened my eyes to look for him. The room was just beginning to warm--there was a soft breeze coming through the windows and the lace curtains sighed gently. Going to be another hot day, I thought, but where's Larry? I listened, and there wasn't a sound. Just the warmth and the musk scent of the sheets. This wouldn't do! I'm not even sure where this apartment is, I've no car, here it is 6:00 or some ungodly hour Sunday morning, and I'm alone in a strange bed. Well, not totally strange...the champagne bottle in the bucket looked familiar... Then I heard a rasp from just outside the window, on the porch, and saw the shadows change. Larry? or a cat? I reluctantly abandoned the warmth of the covers and fumbled for a robe I remembered being somewhere in the bedroom. A very light, full length cotton number, but enough so that at least I could step outside and be seen as decent. Wanton, perhaps, but decently dressed. There was Larry, dressed in a pair of boxers only. Gorgeous, muscular legs came out the bottom, and this very well- built chest was above. On top, an aquiline face was squinting at the sunrise. I stepped behind and rested my chin on his shoulder.

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