Message-ID: <17457eli$9811210440@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Thom quine Subject: Cilantra's Diary, Part One 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: <36565FED.152C08C4@home.com> This is my first posting - I'd appreciate critical feedback so much. Please respond with comments... - Thom Cilantra's Diary 98/11/12 Cilantra lay in the hot sun across a checkered tablecloth, her eyes shielded by bright blue sunglasses, her skin tanned and oiled under her bikini, stroked by a breeze hardly strong enough to rustle the beach grasses. She was pleased with herself for finding this secluded bay, well off the trail leading down the cliffs from the university, and had lain out on a very private strip of sand between two rocky outcroppings. Here she could be alone with her thoughts. Behind her glasses, which cut small, perfect circles against the sky, she dozed and remembered Theo, the Willing Man. Theo was not handsome, though he had a certain short, swarthy, Mediterranean appeal to him, and he was certainly not the best conversationalist. But there was something charming about his relentless sexuality, about his pursuit of her, about his determined aggression, which was never overbearing or rude but was always unmistakably there. In their sex together, he was tireless and unstoppable, and delighted in teasing her out of recovery from one orgasm and into new excitement over the next. Theo was always so willing. She knew he was there when she wanted him, that he would come to her when she called - and that he would be hard for her when she reached for him, which she was often wont to do when with him. Remembering Theo, she shifted her thighs and stretched out to her full length. The boys - and she saw them before they noticed her - came around the rocks on the cliff side past her cove, carrying skimboards at their sides. They found a spot about a hundred yards away, between the cliffs and the sand, where the water was shallow, and began skimming their boards across the water, then racing behind and jumping on. It was exciting and they laughed and shouted as they played. As she watched, Cilantra took notice of the flat bellies on them, at the line of hair that ran down from their bellybuttons to the tops of their bathing suits. How cute! How different from Theo's coarse masculinity! Though they were obviously students, and must have been in their twenties, she couldn't help but think - how boyish! It was fascinating. Each one's bellybutton was tufted with softly flowing hair, or tightly curled hair, or downy fuzz that she imagined, despite herself, how it must feel to run one's lips over. One had a rich, straight dark line of pubic hair that ran down into his swimsuit like a stream. Another sported a delightfully bushy tangle, thickening the lower it went, until it disappeared into his trunks in the warm promise of a luxurious bed of wooly curls. Their tight, hard, behinds made Cilantra's breath come faster. And the bulges in front… Cilantra sighed and smiled. Staring unabashedly from behind the safety of her sunglasses, she shifted her thighs again, and reflected on the glory of masculinity in the blossom of youth. After a few minutes, one of the boys noticed her lying at the base of the cliff, watching them, and shouted something to the other boys. They all looked up at her, and in a broken chorus shouted "Sorry! Sorry!" She waved, and they waved and smiled at her, and began to pick up and move down the beach, trying nonchalantly to cover themselves with their boards. How sweet! Aren't boys wonderful? "Wait!" she shouted after them. "You don't need to go!" "What?" Some of them held their hands to their ears - they couldn't hear her at that distance. 'Wait! Hi!" What sweeties! Cilantra rose and waved, and then beckoned them to come to her. "I'm sorry! Come back!" They looked. "It's all right! Come here for a minute!" Cilantra smiled and took off her sunglasses. They walked together up the beach towards her, five of them, smiling, holding their boards modestly over their midsections. When they were close enough, she said, "It's OK, really, don't leave just because of me. Here, would anyone like a cold drink?" She fished into her bag for the drinks she'd brought, and flashing her most winning smile, handed them round. "Thanks!" "Wow!" She looked round their tanned and smiling faces as they drank and chatted. Some of them sat down on the sand, or on surrounding logs. They glowed. She wanted to take them home and give them cookies and milk. "Do you come here often?" "Oh yeah, whenever we can get a break from classes." Small talk followed. Cilantra noticed the boys still awkwardly holding their boards in front of themselves. "Oh, come on, really, put down your boards and relax. You're so shy! Do you think I've never seen a man with a swimsuit on before? Come on." As they shyly put down their boards, revealing their swimsuits, Cilantra noticed that the bulges on more than one of them had grown noticeably. They all laughed, the boys a little nervously. Cilantra saw how a few of them let their eyes linger on her swimsuit just a little longer than what was polite - although they were quick to avert them when discovered. But she smiled warmly at them anyway - Cilantra was no stranger to the eyes of men… Possessed by a sudden whim, Cilantra stood up in the midst of the group. "I'm sorry - I must be making you uncomfortable with this swimsuit on. It's perfect day for a tan- and a deserted beach like this should be clothing-optional anyway. Here - can you help me?" Cilantra raised her arms above her head, and reached for the clasp on her swimsuit at the back of her neck. She was well aware of the effect her breasts had on men, and the action of raising her arms made them stand up firmly in her bikini top. Taken aback, the boys stared blankly, unsure how to behave. As she fumbled at the clasp, she saw their eyes move involuntarily to her breasts - and rest there - and she felt her nipples begin to rise, sending a trill of excitement down her belly… Her arms still above her head, she lifted her hair away from the nape of her neck. Coyly looking over her shoulder at one of the boys, she said, helplessly, "Please?" There was a tone in her "Please?" that all the boys heard at once. "Please? Could you get this darned clasp for me?" The youth, a strapping, dark-haired six-footer, stepped forward, and with a minor fumble undid her clasps. Her bikini top dropped to the sand. Cilantra shook her hair out over her back with her hands, her breasts standing up proudly, her hard, tight nipples betraying her arousal. "That's better!" The boys were spellbound. Cilantra made no effort to lower her arms, but just let the boys' eyes drink their fill, smiling at them unwaveringly to let them know their attentions were welcome. She stepped back onto the checkered tablecloth, shifting her weight from foot to foot in a way that she knew made her hips sway irresistibly. Her nipples reached out to them and tingled. Older men would have known what to do at this moment. Theo would have known what to do! But these boys just stood there in silent awe. She giggled as she realized that she could say anything to them, tell them to do anything, and they would obey, because they simply didn't know what to do on their own in this situation. It gave her a warm feeling of safety - and a feeling of wicked mischief that caused a wetness down below… "Come oonnnnn, guys, you're making me feel so self-conscious!" The boys laughed and eased a little, still a little unsure of themselves. "Oh, I'd better get some sunscreen on me if I'm going without a swimsuit!" Cilantra reached down for the sunscreen, her breasts swaying deliciously, and began to apply it, first to her arms, then to the tops of her breasts, then the sides, then slowly and deliberately, every eye on her, to her aching nipples, which she rubbed between thumb and forefinger while the boys watched, jaws agape. Such good, well brought-up boys! Would they reach out for her nipples? Not on your life! Would they try to kiss her, touch her, take her right there on the beach, be rough like Theo? Not for anything! Cilantra had to giggle again. The boys smiled back. "Could you?" said Cilantra, turning to the dark boy behind her and handing him the bottle of sunscreen. "On my back. And shoulders." The boy hesitatingly took the sunscreen bottle, and squirted a bit out onto his palm. Another boy caught his eye, raised his eyebrows, and nodded to Cilantra. "Go ahead, do it…" In small, nervous circles, the dark-haired boy began to rub the oil on Cilantra's golden back. "All over. Go ahead," said Cilantra. The other boys watched, silently, as Cilantra again raised her arms above her head to pull her hair off her shoulders. "All the way up my neck…" The sun was hot, and the oil on the boy's palm was warm against her skin. She was beginning to drift into that half-lidded state of arousal, and a deeply felt need within her begged to lie down and let the boys take her, one by one… But they were inexperienced, they needed direction, they needed guidance… The dark-haired boy's hands fairly shook as he rubbed her. "Here! Let me put some on you!" Turning, Cilantra put some sunscreen in the palms of both her hands and reached out for the boy, stroking first along his smooth and muscular shoulders and arms, then across his chest, letting her hands linger over his handsome pectorals, then under the eyes of every boy on the beach, pinching his nipples gently between thumb and forefinger. He was beautiful. His face was clean-shaven and smooth. His lips were narrow, but well-formed. For an instant she was in danger of loosing her composure, of throwing her arms around him and kissing him. But all eyes were upon her, and she was not ready to surrender yet… not yet… Taking more oil onto her palms, she moved beside him, her left hand roaming his muscular back, her right hand rubbing oil onto his tight, furry belly, over his bellybutton, and following that dark stream down to the top of his swimsuit. The youth stared down at her hands, apparently unable to react but only to accept her caresses, his eyes half closed, his hands dangling limply at his sides. "You're so slim," she whispered, stroking his tummy in rhythmic circles. "Do you come to the beach a lot?" "Yeah." "You must! You're in such great shape. Wow… Here, let me do this part… We don't want you to get burnt… Here - does that feel good?" "Yeah," He said in a low voice. Cilantra drew her breath in, and focusing her eyes on his smooth cheeks and strong jaw, reached down into his swimsuit below the tanline, rubbing his tight little underbelly, brushing his firming penis with the back of her hand as if accidentally. She watched his face through half-closed eyes as he felt her touch. "How about that. Does that feel good? Hmmm?" "Yeah," Ron sighed. "Hmmmm? Yes. It does feel good. I like the way it feels." Standing beside the boy, Cilantra now let her right hand roam at will through his swimsuit, under the pretense of covering every inch of him with the oil, her fingers delving into his suit at his belly and emerging at the tops of his legs, all the while letting her wrists and the back of her hand and fingers tantalize his now erect and scarcely concealed shaft. Behind his swimsuit in back, she let her hand slip below his suitline, and began rubbing his gloriously hard, tight little cheeks in small, sensuous circles. Cilantra and the dark-haired youth seemed unaware of the others around them, but though she stared fixedly through half-lidded eyes at his smooth cheek and trembling lips, Cilantra was keenly aware of her audience, and played to them with skill - and no little dexterity… At last came the moment when she allowed her fingers to touch him, and then, with a brief hesitation, as if surprised at what they had found there in these swimming trunks, to explore, to roam up and down his shaft, to enclose the head, to stroke his tenderest zones as she whispered in his ear, "Wow. Wowww… Can I touch you there? I want to touch you there. Please. Oh, pleeaaase let me touch you there…" It was no longer possible to contain the boy's hugeness in his tiny trunks, and, firmly grasping the base of his shaft in her fist, she pulled him up and out into the air before the astonished eyes of the circle of boys. His penis was smooth and clean, the shaft dark and swollen, the head enormous and straining against her hand. He had now completely closed his eyes in embarrassment before his friends, but remained unable or unwilling to ask her to stop. His lips were parted, and his breath was coming heavier now, as Cilantra whispered encouragement into his ear from the side. "Hmmmm. Hmmmm? You don't know how nice that feels. Can I touch you there? Hmmmm…" Soon she was pinching his hard little bottom from behind, while running her hand freely over his straining genitals in front. And as she pinched him, lightly, he made a gentle forward motion with his hips, which, when repeated, evolved into a slow but rhythmic thrusting that served only to push his penis more deeply into Cilantra's oily grasp. Cilantra now began to stroke her hand up and down his slippery shaft in pace with his swaying, and the boy began to moan softly beneath her quickening fingers. She timed her pinches on his bottom to the rhythm of her stokes, so that they caused him to thrust forward in cadence with her downstroke, and, her own excitement mounting, began to kiss the side of his face and neck. "It feels beautiful, oh. You are beautiful. Can you feel that? Huh? Do you like that? Can I do this?" Cilantra's pace quickened to a regular and sustained rapid stroke, as she breathed encouragement into his ear. She began now to press her own sex against his flank, timing her thrusts with his. As Cilantra felt his buttocks begin to clench in an irregular tempo and his climax approach, she reached her free hand to his hair in back, and forced his lips to hers. Still the boys on the beach sat silently, transfixed by the scene. "Huuuhn! Oh!" Just as the boy threw his head back, his body swept by orgasm, his seminal fluid scattering in the sand before the circle of astonished boys, Cilantra sunk her teeth hard into the rounded muscles of his shoulder, pressed her sex against his thigh, and growled like an animal. Her arms around him, the boy sank to the sand, spent. But while attending to the one, Cilantra's eyes had met the desire in the gaze of another, and it was to him now that she moved. He was sitting on a beach log, leaning back on his arms, something not quite so bold as a smile on his lips. Standing before him, she removed her bikini bottom in one deft movement, and laughed at his widening eyes. She knelt before him carefully and tenderly, and placing her hands on both his knees, kissed him full on the lips. She followed this with soft kisses to his cheeks, his chin, his neck and shoulders, then to his shoulders and chest, and then, as he leaned back on the log, over his tummy and to the downy softness beneath his bellybutton. His swimsuit was black and silky and tight, and she was delighted to see a long, dark shape straining beneath it. It was time to play… To be continued… -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----