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Title: I love the beach!
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Blog Entry: The summer before my senior year in High School was weird. My older sister and her friends decided they would go to the beach every day. I tagged along and they encouraged me to join them. There were several reasons. One was, as far as my mother was concerned, how much trouble could they get into with me tagging along, and the other was that I had better "connections" than they did. We'll just leave it at that... Living in central Jersey (yes, it does exist. It's usually defined as 3M Country, or Mercer, Middlesex, and Monmouth counties), we would go to either of the two better New York "bennie" beaches: Belmar or Seaside Heights. Usually Seaside Heights. Beaches farther south are usually where Pennsylvania "shoobies" go. They're much better too. So this one time we get there and all of their friends, or rather boyfriends, met them there. All together, it was 10 of them and me. I didn't really feel that great so I just sprawled out on my towel and sort of went to sleep. They were all over the place -- apparently all over each other, too. I was eventually awakened by one of them asking if I wanted to go in the water. I figured, why not? So I go into the water. It seemed a little rougher than normal but no big deal. After a few runs of body surfing, I get rolled 'ass-over-head' and come out all 'washing-machined' out. that had never ever happened to me before. I was surprised.  So I walk back to my towel and now really feel bad. I just sprawl back down on my towel. As I lay there, they come back two-by-two arguing. It was really strange. They come, towel off and go off, still arguing. Behind us, and to the right are two girls and one guy. They're just 'watching the show'. The older blond girl starts talking to me. She's asking me all kinds of questions. Eventually I answer most of them and ask a few of my own. The guy is an artist and the blond is his wife. The other girl, nice light-haired brunette is her younger sister. He explains that they're Dutch and the two women came over to visit: wife for a month, sister-in-law for a few weeks. He's going back at the end of the summer, in about 2 months.   The Dutchies take a shine to me and we talk for a really long time. The people I was there with haven't come back and I comment that I really could care less. All that was really bothering me was that I had jammed my shoulder in the surf and it felt weird. So the wife shoots Artist a look and reaches in her bag. Pulls out three joints (I knew I smelled something -- mild, but unmistakable). I pulled out two. So we all end up smoking like 5. We're all pretty mellow now. Wife then tells me that she is a massage therapist and her sister just finished her training. So they each take a shoulder and begin to work me over. I had to tell them that it was working too well and that it may relax me "too much". They understood and the sister got an evil grin. she threw on her skirt and asked me to follow her. I did and we went off the beach, across the boardwalk and back to their car. It was an old 1950's piewagon. It was awesome! The Cuban in me came out, if you know what I mean... something about old cars like that. We climbed in -- new leather smell. Mmm. So she began to rub my back but more sensuously, with her delicate hands. She climbed on top of me, rubbing my upper shoulders. She was as light as a feather too. She was grinding her area into  the small of my back. I could feel the heat. She then stops cold and I could feel her shaking. She let out a little high pitched shriek. she had just given herself an orgasm by rubbing me and grinding into me. I thought I was in over my head right then. I rolled over and she pulled my shorts off (Not sure why they were still on, either). We switched places and she took off her skirt and bathing suit top. Nice!  She got on her back and I could see the effects of my backrub --- big wet spot on her bathing suit bottoms. She rubbed the wet spot and then moved her hands over and swooped the bottoms right off. She opened up her legs and asked me to feel her wetness. Sure, why not! I began to rub her down there and to rub her shoulders. She was rubbing and pulling her nipples the entire time. Man, they were nice. She froze and sucked in some air. She then asked me to stop and put it in. She pointed to a little bin and said there were condoms there. I pulled one out and slipped it on. All the while she was whimpering, or something. I barely put it in and she lifted herself up to meet me. Mashing it in good and fast. She eventually lost it and completely stopped. She had her mouth open but no sound was coming out, except the occasional gasp. So I asked if she was OK. She made a noise, that sounded like "yeah" so I started humping away. I have no idea how and why I had lasted this long but when I finally let loose, we almost broke the condom. Thank god I had pulled out anyway, or the combination of the heat from her and the force from me would have broken it. I also cannot believe that at that age, I had only come that one time. I think it was her. She was just so good at it, she just did not let me. We just laid there, running our hands all over each other and kissing. It was difficult to tell how much time had gone by. Eventually, we got cleaned up and left the piewagon smelling of new leather and sex -- not bad, actually. We started  back and I bought her ice cream on the boardwalk. When we got to the towels, she gave me this sort of sensual rub on my chest and gave me a sly wink. No one was at their towels so I just flopped down on mine. About 15 minutes later, they began to filter back. They were all still arguing, but at least they had eaten lunch. They seemed to get a better outlook and actually began to have fun. We kept shooting looks at each other and smiling, not saying a word to each other. It was so childish and cute, now that I think back. When it was about time to leave, she came over and everyone pretty much stopped talking and then she whispered something really slow and sexy in my ear. It was loud enough where they could all hear. She thanked me for "everything", grabbed my face and gave me a deep sensuous kiss and a card with her info on it. It definitely didn't go unnoticed by the others but they didn't say anything. On the way home, one of them casually asked if I was the only one who got laid that day? I say "probably...". I hooked up with her a few more times that summer and a few times again years later. Some old Dutch guy is a very lucky man, these days... Not quite Sex On The Beach, but pretty close. I love the beach!  -_- Currently listening : Thieves in the Temple By Prince Release date: By 1990-07-20