A Walk Along The Beach
(Published on Friday, December 13, 2002)
This story was submitted anonymously by Michael.

I'm taking a walk along a stretch of deserted beach. As I walk along, tossing rocks into the surf, I see a figure coming toward me. I can't really make out any detail, as this person is still aways off. As the figure draws nearer, I see it's a woman. I start to walk toward her. In this fog it's hard to judge distance. By that I mean that I thought this woman was closer than what she really was. When I reach the point where I thought she was, there was nobody there. It was then that I saw her again and she apparently saw too as she beckoned me to follow her.

I look down at the sand and followed her barefoot prints. The trail lead me to the front doors of a large house. Well, maybe large isn't the right word for it. Maybe mansion would be a better word. Anyway, just as I was about to leave, I felt a chill run up my spine. The feeling I was being watched. Someone in the heavy fog was watching me.

"Who's there?" I called out, but there was no answer.

I started back the way I came, back down the trail. I reach the bottom of the trail and started out across the beach. It took me about a half hour to walk from the beach to my home. When I reached my house I saw the woman waiting at my door.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

There was no reply. I opened the door and invited her in. I offered her something to drink. I sat down on the couch next to her. She sipped her drink, but never once took her eyes off me. She looked around the room and took note of my feather collection. I asked, "Oh,you like feathers?"

I went and picked out a seagull feather that I had picked up on the beach a few days before. As she continued to sipped her drink ( white wine), it was my turn to make mental notes. I noted that this woman was barefoot. I started trying to think of a way to get those barefeet in my lap and a feather on their soles. I started to tell her about friends of mine who sometimes borrowed my feathers for their what I termed giggle games and then waited for a response. I didn't have long to wait.

She set her wine glass down and asked, "What is a giggle game?"

I said, "Let me show you, but first I'll have to restrain you if that's alright with you."

She didn't mind. She removed her coat and she was dressed in just a flimsy sleeveless night gown. I tied her arms to the head posts on my bed and then tied her ankles together. I use a piece of twine to tie her big toes together and then tied the other end of the restraint to the under side of the bed frame. She couldn't move at all. I asked her, "Are you sure you want to know what a giggle game is?"

She shook her head yes.

"OK then," I said and started tickling her under her arms without much response. After a few minutes I moved on to her ribs. Still not much response. I picked up the feather and went to the foot of the bed. It took less than a second of just the slightest touch against her bare soles and her feet were twitching for all they were worth.She was giggling like a little school girl. Feet squirming this way and that way. I started swaying the feather over and under her arches. I had never seen ANYONE laugh so much. I began to use the feather on one foot and tickle with my fingers on the other. Her body was bucking up and down as her feet jumped around as if being shocked. I took the feather and started tickling between her toes. She was going crazy with laughter.

I was now stroking her soft bare soles with the tip of the feather. She was bonkers. I tickled her for what seemed like hours. She was exhausted, but I wasn't through with her yet. All that tickling had got me so turned on and add to that from the minute I had set eyes on her I had wanted her. I released from her bonds and began to kiss her with wet, warm, kisses. And fondle her large breasts. Her nipples full and erect poking out of her night gown. I started kissing, sucking and licking her nipples to fullness. I slid my hand down between her thighs. She was very wet. I slipped my fingers inside her and began to stroke her clit with my thumb as my fingers worked on her wetness. Every time my fingers would glide across her clitoris she would moan, "Mummmmmm."

She began to moan as my tongue worked on her nipples and my fingers played inside and outside her
pussy. I feel her love juices flowing all around my fingers and I tasted her sweet, very, very, sweet. My fingers kept stroking her to greater and greater heights. She wasn't at the peak yet, but she was well on her way. I brought my tongue into play as I started licking her clit with the tip of my tongue. My tongue snake around the folds of her pussy and I licked every drop of her love juice. I used my tongue to slither inside her pussy and really get her wet. Since my tongue is somewhat longer than
average, I take great pride in being able to reach far inside her and tease her inner walls and at the same time bringing her closer to the big O.

As I slide my tongue out of her I look at her face. To say she was enjoying what I was doing to her would have been an understatement. Only one thing left to do. With my member as hard as a rock and its head almost twice its normal size, I laid back as she climbed on top me. She then slid my manhood up inside her and then gently began to slide her very wet pussy up and down my fully erected member. With my head wedged between her huge breasts, she held me tightly as she slid up and down my member. It was my turn as she wrapped her legs around me and I rolled her onto her back. The only sound I could hear was my balls smacking against her ass cheeks and of course the sound of suction as my member slid up and down her wet pussy.

The mountain was getting ready to erupt. The warm tingling had started. I felt the jizz escaping the slit in my member's head. I could feel the blood to the head as her vagina muscles began to tighten. I felt something warm trickling down my shaft. I knew she must have cum. Her vagina muscles began milking my member gently coaxing it untill I came.

Enjoy.   Michael