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there looking at her. He was not a virgin by a long shot, but having spent his entire life in the back woods of this coast, he had only sampled the offerings of local girls and a couple of bored housewives. None of them were what was displayed for him right now. He did not know who she was or where she came from, but she was unbelievable, and she was offering herself to him. He had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted this woman.
    He first indulged himself in those breasts being submitted to him in the sunlight. What oil was left he used to roll and squeeze and bring the tips to rosy peaks. He lowered his head and took one in his mouth. He felt her arch her back to push the tip deeper. He ran his hand down into the curls on her mound and, taking a finger, he pushed into her female lips, so hot and then into her core with a finger so needy to feel her.
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    She had responded so well to his rugged hands until she was aware that there was no heat from her body. She lay there, letting him have his fill of her, feeling nothing. No tingle from his sucking on her breast, no warmth as he pushed against her nub with the palm of his hand and, most important, no moisture as his finger probed inside her. She was thankful he had the oils still on his hands, as it hid the lack of response from her body. So, what had happened the other night was a fluke.
    She had to do something to get this guy off and out of here. “Sweetheart, I have a great big reward for you for oiling me up. Lean back and relax.” She pushed him back against the pillows at the other end of the lounge. At first, she saw a frown appear on his forehead, but when her hand went to his zipper, she saw him begin to relax and by the time she had his cock untangled from his pants and briefs, he was smiling. She turned and, on her knees, she allowed her long hair to drop over his stomach and knees.
    She then gave him the best blow job he had ever experienced and probably ever would. She used her clever tongue to lick the small slit at the top and then to trace around the head. She followed the fat vein underneath with kisses and light nips and her tongue until she got to the fur at the base. She reached in and pulled his balls out, took one in her mouth, pulled heavily, and she heard him moan loudly. She worked her way back up the shaft, locking a hand around it, as she had enough room, then the other hand until she had him in a two fisted grip, and she was at the top.
    She licked the teardrop that was at the slit and opened her mouth and slowly, oh so slowly, wrapped her lips around it to bring it into her warmth. She sucked hard just on that much, moving her hands up and down and feeling him moving up the scale of release as he continued to moan. Then she did what few women could do, she unlocked her gag reflex and took him deeper and deeper, removing each hand as she took him into her throat, and she heard him cussing deep in his chest. She moved her head up and down almost to the top and then all the way down on the shaft, and when she knew he was going to come, she squeezed his balls tightly to let his liquid jet directly down her throat without tasting any of it.
    With his last groan, she pulled away, stood up, and took up her bathrobe, tying it around her. She walked to the railing of the deck, looked towards the back of the lot towards the Gulf, and saw storm clouds off in the distance.
    He finally was able to get himself together, and after a time he got up to come and stand beside her. This was always the hard part. Letting them know that this was a one-time only. He was disappointed and made promises and pleaded a little and then got mad and finally left in a huff. She hoped this would not interfere with her groceries in the future.
    She spent the next few days walking and talking to herself. She got very little sleep. She walked in the edge of the water. She had never learned to swim. Being raised and living inland in the large dry state of Texas did not