Message-ID: <10984eli$9805071126@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: caroleat@aol.com (CaroleAT) Subject: Amateur Night.txt CaroleAT@aol.com MMMMF Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998050700524300.UAA14056@ladder01.news.aol.com> Amateur Night by Pamela Lewis We first saw the sign on the "strip" as we headed towards the beach. The sign in front of the lounge said "Amateur Night-Mondays". Craig teased me that I should enter. It was said in a joking way that meant he would laugh it off if I did but also meant that he wished I might take it serious. I wasn't particular interested in showing my body to the world (at least not more than you could see in my bikini) so I laughed and we changed subjects. It was early on Saturday morning and the strip looked gaudy and lifeless in the sunlight. It needed the darkness of the night for its light to come on and bring it to life. All the people were either still home in bed or already staking their claims to sections of the beach. Craig and I were staying at a nice place right on the beach. I was a little nervous since this was our first weekend together. We had been only dating about a month and a half and were just getting use to each other. Sex was just starting to get good as we learned each others likes and dislikes. This weekend was a big step for us. I had been looking forward to it since Craig had suggested it two weeks ago. There is something so sensual about the beach...the hot sun warming, the pounding of the waves, wearing skimpy clothing, the night life of the bars, a strange bedroom where you don't have to clean up afterwards. I always over indulge all my appetites at the beach. I eat too much, drink too much... We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Our room was high up in the hotel, overlooking the beach. As Craig set the bags in the room, I opened the sliding glass door to the balcony and stepped out. It was going be a beautiful sunny day. I couldn't wait to sit out on the beach. Craig disappeared into the bathroom and I swiftly changed into my bikini. It was a white strapless number cut high on the sides that really set off my tan and dark hair well. Craig exited the bathroom as I was collecting my things for the beach (lotion, towel, glasses, book, etc). He let out a wolf whistle and I just laughed. "That's worth the three hour drive alone!" , he said. He came up behind me as I continued to pack my things for the beach. His hands encircled my waist and I leaned back against him. The beach would still be there in another hour (or two?). His hands slid under the top and pulled it over my breasts. Both hands took a breast and started to fondle them. I purred. For two minutes we just stood there, him slowly fondling my breasts and me leaning back against him. I could feel his bulge staring to grow against my backside. He was kissing my neck, and finally I turned around so that I could return his kiss. "You definitely have too many clothes on for the beach", I said. "How do you ever expect to get a tan like that?" I started unbuttoning his shirt. He just stood there with his hands on my breasts while I unbuttoned his shirt and pants. I lowered his pants and he still did not make any move to let go of my nipples, which he was rolling between his fingers. "If I don't get some help, we'll never get you undressed" I told him. He reluctantly let go and I pulled the shirt off his shoulders and helped him step out of his pants. We hugged, his hairy chest against my bare chest, and walked to the bed embracing. Craig fell back onto the bed with me on top. His hand entered the back of my bikini bottom and I lifted momentarily to allow him to remove the them. I reached down and pulled his jockey shorts down and off his legs. We kissed again as his hands went over my bottom and I reached for his cock. He gasped into my ear, "Sit on my face." Not an invitation he would have to repeat twice, one of my favorite things is to be on top of a man's face, it gives me such a feeling of control and power. I waked on my knees up to the headboard and lowered myself on his tongue. I looked in my reflection in the mirrored wall over the headboard. In the background, I could see the ocean wave out over our balcony (we were up too high (23 floors) to see the beach or to worry about being seen from the beach). Craig's tongue soon had me dancing on his face. The room's temperature was swiftly rising from both the heat we were generating and the open door to the balcony. My reflection was covered with sweat as I continued to roll on his face. I had a few small orgasm and built to a large one. After I came back down, I rolled off his face (he did need to breath) and curled up by his side. His face was covered by my juices as he held me close. Craig got up from the bed and walked to the balcony. He closed the door and turned the air conditioner on high. "You are just to hot to handle", he joked. "We have a nice view of the ocean from here. I hope we get to see it eventually up close." I could see that he needed relief from more than the heat. I got out of the bed and joined him in front of the sliding glass door. I put my arm around him and looked out at the ocean. I bent down and took his cock in my mouth. After a couple of licks, I dropped to my knees and started to take him into my mouth. His hands reached into my hair. After a few minutes, Craig said, "I didn't work you up and get you all wet for nothing. I want to take you right here on the carpet, where we can both look out at the ocean." I knew that this was Craig's way of being nice to me. He knows that I don't like to suck cock to completion. I just have never developed a taste for sperm. I moved forward on my hands and knees to the edge of the glass. Craig dropped to his knees and slid his cock into me from behind. He leaned forward over my back and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. He thrust and I tried to match his rhythm. He had been denied too long, and the pace quickly picked up. Each thrust, I would open my eyes out onto the ocean. When he would withdraw, I would close them again and back up trying to keep him inside. Soon, we both were reaching a crescendo. Coming back to our senses, I shakily got up and returned to the bed. I picked up my discarded swimsuit. A quiet afternoon on the beach was a perfect prescription. I started to head to the shower but Craig stopped me, "Let's go down now." "But I need to clean up first", I replied. "But you look beautiful with that just fucked look. All the men will be so jealous of me. Besides, we can let the ocean clean us." Craig reached into his bag and pulled out his swim trunks. He looked worse then I did, with my dried juices still on visible on his face. I quickly slipped back into my bikini and brushed my hair. We grabbed our things and headed for the elevator. In the elevator, I could still smell our sex in the confined area. Part way down, the elevator stopped and a middle- aged couple joined us. The men kept sniffing around, not quite able to place the smell. When we got off, we both broke into laughter. Reaching the beach, we set our towels and things down. The beach was already crowded and we ended up fairly far up it before finding a suitable spot. I noticed more than one male's head turn (and a couple female's as well) as we walked down the beach. Craig and I both ran into the ocean and splashed around. We swam out a little bit and rode a couple waves back in. I got out and toweled myself off and Craig wasn't far behind me. He helped rub the suntan lotion into my body and then I returned the favor. We laid out the rest of the afternoon. Later, rested, showered, and refreshed, we went out to dinner and than to hit the clubs. I just love to dance and the drinks and the music kept flowing. At 1:30 a.m., we were still going strong. The dancing and the drinks were making me hot, so I did not object when Craig suggested a moonlit walk on the beach. It was quite bright out that night, being near the full moon. We walked arm in arm. We could see that we weren't the only ones with that idea as there were other couples walking down the beach. Craig suggested skinny dipping and I punched him (lightly) in the stomach. I was slightly drunk but I wasn't that drunk. Instead we headed for a sand dune. But once again, we had not been alone in the thought. We heard moaning coming from behind some brush. Craig put his hand over my mouth before I could speak and guided me down onto the sand. We crawled to the rise of the dune and looked over. There was a couple in the middle of the act. She was on her back in the sand with her legs spread, he was in between them pumping furiously away. They were not far from the point of no return. She was a cute blond who was very young. She had her dress hiked up to her waist. Her blouse was open and her bra and panties rested on the sand next to them. He was tall, very young too, and had a medium size cock. He had his pants and shorts pulled down to his knees and was busy pumping her and grabbing her breasts. She was the one we had heard moaning as she continued to "Ohhh" and "ahh". Craig had lain down next to me and his hand reached into my blouse (I hadn't worn a bra that evening). I was getting quite flushed, watching their illicit act. The boy's groan joined the girl's and with one final thrust he came to rest upon her. Craig had unbuttoned my shirt most the way down and was working on my pants. His hand slid into my panties and he could tell how excited I was. I could feel him rubbing his bulge against my leg and knew that the show had affected him too. The girl buttoned up her blouse and pulled on her panties as the boy pulled his pants back on. She did not bother to replace the brassiere, instead slid it into a small bag that was off to her side. They rose and walked off hand in hand. Craig said, "I want you now, right there!" We slid down the dune from our vantage point and took the spot so recently vacated. I lowered my pants and removed my already unbuttoned blouse. Jack had dropped his pants and was raising his shirt over his head. I pressed my body against him and our mouths joined as the shirt cleared his head. I pushed him down to the ground on the exact spot the couple had lain. There was no need for preliminaries. I was already soaking. I grabbed his dick and guided it straight into my pussy. I like being on top (especially when it means not getting sand all over myself) and was soon riding away. I tried to keep our volume down, considering the noise that had attracted us in the first place, but Craig was being no help, repeating "Oh yeah" over and over. We did not last long and soon I collapsed on top of Craig, both of us spent. Craig whispered in my ear, "I think we have company too!" I heard giggling and looked up the dune. A couple of young (early teens) boys were up there getting an eyeful. I blushed deeply and quickly grabbed my blouse and slacks. I dressed quickly, forgoing my panties as they had disappeared in the sand. Craig dressed and tried to comfort me. The young boys had scurried away, realizing they had been found out. By the time we had walked back to the car, I was not really upset about having put on a show. The more I thought of it, the more I thought how I had enjoyed the show put on for us. We returned to our room. After a quick shower, we fell into a blissful sleep. I woke Sunday morning to a glorious feeling. Craig was between legs, lightly tonguing my pussy. I kept my eyes closed and just enjoyed the sensations in a half awake, half asleep state. He tongued me for over fifteen minutes before my moaning gave me away. I finally opened my eyes and watched him continue his work. I said, "Now!" and he rose above me. Where the other sex had turned into raw animal passion, this was slow, unhurried lovemaking. He slid into me gently. We kept up the slow pace for over a half hour. Almost imperceptibly, the pace picked up. Finally, we both came and just laid in each others arms. What a way to awake. It was already noon before we left the room. We grabbed a bite to eat and went back to the beach. Later, we walked by the dune that we had used last night. Craig held my hand tight. Sunday evening, we went out to eat again (we had a three day weekend so we wouldn't have to head back until Monday evening). I had on a white halter dress. Craig was being most attentive. At the restaurant, his hand slid under my dress and he caressed my thighs. I was having a hard time eating my salad as his finger wormed under my panties and entered me. He would discreetly remove his hand from under my dress whenever the waitress approached. After she cleared the salads away, I excused myself and went to the ladies room. I could plainly see how flushed I looked in the mirror. I removed my soaking panties and put them in my purse. Craig rose when I returned to the table and helped me with my seat. Sitting, his hand quickly discovered the reason for my little trip and his face lit up with a smile. After dinner had been cleared away (I can't even remember what I had!), the waitress asked if we would like dessert. Craig teases me by not removing his hand for her final visit and said that we were going to go somewhere else for dessert. When we got in the car, Craig's hand once again slipped up my dress. My excitement was overpowering. I just wanted release. I could smell myself in the confined space of the car as he drove. His fingers kept teasing my clit, but always stopping short of giving me release. I was tempted to reach down and finish myself off. Craig pulled the car into a parking lot. I looked up expecting to see the hotel, and was surprised to see that we were near the edge of the strip. He had driven us back to the strip joint that we had seen as we drove in. I didn't particularly want to go in, in fact, all I wanted was to go back to the room and fuck. "What are we doing here?' I asked. "I thought that since you had stimulation all night, now it was my turn." he replied. "I don't want to go in there, I want to go back to the room." I whined. "Why do you want to go back there when the night is still young?", he teased. He wanted me to say it. "I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard and often NOW!" I answered. "But what about me? You've had all night to get hot and bothered and I want to have a little fun now." he said. "I'll do anything you want as long as you take me back to the room NOW!" I was running out of patience. "Anything?" he teased. "Anything!" I replied. "Okay, but I want you to do something special for me." he gave me an evil grin. I was to hot to notice and just nodded my head. He started the car and headed back to the hotel. "I want you to help me live out a fantasy. I want you to enter that amateur contest tomorrow night." he said. I was almost shocked back to reality. But I decided to promise him anything, whether I would actually do anything was another story. His hand had once again slid up my dress and was stroking me. "Okay, I'll do it, just give me relief." I told him. He picked up the pace a bit and I finally came. But he kept working his finger in and out. When we arrived back at the hotel, I was ready to come again. He pulled his hand out though. We walked to the elevator. I could see a stain on the front of my dress. I couldn't believe how hot and bothered I was, especially after having had so much sex that weekend. Luckily, we didn't run into anyone. When we entered the elevator, Craig pulled his zipper down and ordered me to suck him. I obediently dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out. I engulfed the head with my mouth, unconcerned that it was a glass elevator (the glass was smoked so it was unlikely anyone could have seen anything anyway). Craig may have talked a good game, but he was not totally unaffected by our night out. He was rock hard. When we reached our floor, we quickly ran to the room (Craig didn't even zip back up). Craig was all over me as soon as the door closed. We didn't even remove our clothing. I just hiked my skirt and Craig later untied my halter to get access to my breasts. Craig dropped his pants and undershorts to the floor and pulled me down to the carpet. He entered me hurriedly, as I raises my legs over his head onto his back. This was exactly what I needed. He pumped furiously into me. It reminded me of he couple we had witnessed the night before. I came and kept coming. Craig finally shot deep into me and we both just laid spent on the floor. Craig started to harden in my pussy. "what are you thinking about?" I teased him. His cock throbbed within me and he started to stroke again. "You, and how great you'll look up on the stage tomorrow." he replied. "What makes you think I will do it?" I asked. "You wouldn't go back on your word, besides, it's a long walk home" he kidded (at least I hoped he was kidding). He rose up, helping me to my feet, never disengaging. We carefully walked to the bed and then laid down on it. It was a much slower pace then our previous frenzy. When we had finished, we fell asleep in each others arms. I awoke with a similar sensation to the morning before. Craig was once again between my legs and I was already starting to juice. We made slow love again and drifted back to sleep. We finally arose from bed after 1:00 p.m. and ate. Craig suggested that I call the office and take another day, so that we might further enjoy tonight's experience. I had been hoping he might drop that. "I'm not to sure I really want to go through with that" I said, hoping he would let me bow out gracefully. Things were going pretty well between us and I didn't want to screw them up too badly. "But you promised. I think that you will enjoy it. You certainly have enjoyed all the stares on the beach, and on the dance floor the other night. You were excited by watching that couple and I bet if you are really willing to admit it to yourself, that you were excited having those two boys watch." he argued. It was true, I do like the stares, whether it be at the beach or on the dance floor. I wasn't too sure about the two boys watching us, however, I had certainly enjoyed the show the couple put on. "I'm not saying I will do it, but another day would be fun." I conceded. "As long as you are not saying that you definitely won't" he said with a smile. Craig and I both called our offices and took an extra day. We returned for another day on the beach. Craig was very attentive, occasionally slipping his hands into my suit. I kept pushing him away as I wanted to rest and I knew I couldn't think straight with an itchy pussy. As the sun began to set, I knew I was running out of time. Craig joined me in the shower and immediately dropped to his knees and buried his face in my mound. He certainly was not going to make it easy for me. I dressed for dinner in blue jeans and a blouse (I wasn't going to make it as easy as the night before for him either. I even wore a bra!). We ate at a nice seafood place. Craig tried to keep pouring liquor into me but I paced myself. I had been thinking about what he had said. I had a fantasy about being a stripper, but I wasn't sure I wanted to turn it into reality. I figured that the lounge would be dingy, the women slutty, and the men would all have beer guts. CaroleAT@aol.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |