Message-ID: <28675asstr$980989806@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: pariswaterman3399@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <959oav$s64$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Wed Jan 31 19:16:57 2001 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Recollections From a Diary Chap.6 X-Original-Subject: Recolections From a Diary Chap.6 Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 20:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates Recollections From a Diary By Paris Waterman Chapter Six A Hunk, a Hoke, a Burnin' Love We turned off Collins onto Ocean Drive and I got my first look at the infamous South Beach. The first glimpse of the Art Deco buildings stunned me. Julie told me there was more of this type architecture along Ocean Drive than anywhere else in the world and that historic preservation thrives in South Beach. There were cantilevered eyebrow ledges jutting out over windows, and terrazzo patterns outlining hotel lobby floors. Streamlined corners and porthole windows seem as if they'd make more sense on an ocean liner than a building, still it worked for me. Add in the ziggurated doorways and Mayan doodads, and South Beach embodies an area extending an open invitation to a great time of fantasy and fun. We toured the area in Julie's car. It took about thirty minutes, primarily because of the gridlock of double-parked cars and pedestrians in the streets. Most of the action seemed to take place on four streets - Ocean Drive, Lincoln Road, Collins and Washington Avenues - each of which is packed with sidewalk restaurants and contemporary art galleries, artists, models, arty boutiques and design shops. Julie kept up a running commentary as she wove her way through the melange all around us. "There's the ballet," Julie said, "and over there to the left a couple of art movie houses, you'd love watching the movies and the patrons." She gave my thigh a squeeze, but quickly returned her concentration to driving. "Here's the symphony," she rambled on, "and check the gaudy signs, there are literally dozens of trendy nightclubs owned by celebrities along these streets." As we passed by Loews Miami Beach, which Julie informed me, was an 830- room convention center in the heart of the Art Deco district I ran my fingernails along her thigh and onto her mound. She shivered and tapped the brakes. It was warning enough to quit fooling around, for the moment. I concentrated my attention on the buildings we were passing. I had expected low-rise structures and while there were many of them, I was surprised at the number of residential towers rising high into the sky. Well South Beach is urban all right, but it's a tropical urbanwith the beach always only a block or two away. After turning the car over to a handsome, but obviously gay attendant, we sat relaxing in one of the many sidewalk cafes along Ocean Drive, gazing out at the green park and the ocean beyond. And sipped tropical drinks while watching the zanies stroll by. Girls AND guys skated past wearing the flimsiest thong bikinis. I realized that here in South Beach you have the best of all worldsthe 24 hour buzz and sophisticated culture of an entirely au courant first- world metropoliscombined with immaculate beauty and the timeless tranquillity of beach culture. It's almost impossible not have a quick romp in the sand, dress shoes and all. Well how was I to know? Julie quietly removed her sandals. After stumbling once, I followed suit. I made a mental note that I could never live here, too many distractions. Pleasant, handsome, winsome attractions at that. Eventually we moved on to dinner at Shula's on the Beach. Shula's offers great steaks with an unbelievable view. We had ours with a wonderful Cabernet on a beautiful outdoor patio overlooking the ocean. Feeling quite full of food, wine and ourselves, we set out to explore the nightspots of Lauderdale/Miami. Object: Find two guys. Fuck their brains out. What the hell, one must set goals for one's self in this life. We decided to use the "kiss" method to achieve this one. It was a mild 85 degrees according to the radio as we doubled back to South Beach where the nightlife simply amazed me. It's kinda like going to a fashion show where the runway is the main street and car lights double as flash strobes on a thousand cameras. The clubs (virtually invisible during the daylight hours) come to life as the sun sets and the neon springs to life like a virusone second it doesn't exist, the next it's everywhere. Clubs line Washington Avenue with quite a few more spilling over onto Ocean Drive. Traffic is the only annoying thing about this art deco fantasy world. There are clubs to suit any taste in music. Ranging from R&B, to house, to hip-hop, to salsa, to reggae, the jammin' never stops and you can easily go from club to club, although some clubs are a little harder to get into than others. We settled into a place called Polly Esther's. Evidently Polly Esther's is a chain, with its music built on the cultural hits of the `70's and 80's. Amii Stewart's version of "Knock on Wood," and Heat Wave's "Boogie Nights" were the first numbers I heard playing. Later came a number of interchangeable hits by K.C. and the Sunshine Band. It was Ladies Night and drinks were 2 for the price of 1. Just what we needed. Martini's for lunch, wine with dinner and now 2 for 1 on the tropical drinks. And gasp! They weren't watered down. Full strength! Ughh! An auspicious beginning to our evening out. Julie and I laughingly agreed we'd landed in the middle of Saturday Night Fever; and that they had an authentic-looking dance floor, just like the one in the blockbuster movie. But music wasn't everything here: Our waitress proved to be exceptional in demonstrating the hula- hoop. Who knew what else was in store for us? I drained the last of my first tropical drink and took a leisurely glimpse of my surroundings. The club's d cor was mostly a collection of '70s remnants that just as well might be in a display case at the Smithsonian's Museum of American History. A ledge above the front bar was lined with lunch boxes and board games that few who lived through that time would actually care to remember. A mural of magazine covers - Tiger Beat with David Cassidy, Playboy with Jimmy Connors' future wife, Patty Maguire - stretched from the entrance to the Saturday Night Fever- style dance floor. And around the corner, past the dance floor, is the club's ultimate display of pseudokitsch: a Kiss collage. The bar was crowded, but only one interesting looking guy sat there nursing a beer and eating peanuts. Wearing a Hawaiian shirt, no tan, kinky blond hair, Nordic features. Probably just a few hours off the plane, taking his Michigan flesh down to Miami to blister it. I called Julie's attention to him and she said, "Hmmm. Its early, but then again, it's never to early for what we want, is it Rach?" "When you're right you're right Julie my love." "Perhaps he has a friend for you," she teased, and I cuffed her arm in a playful manner. She reached out, laid her hand on my upper leg and stage whispered, "Let's investigate the gentleman properly my love." The excitement of our former male stalking returned. I became moist thinking of the possibilities. "Wait a sec.," I said, preventing Julie from rising. He's got a terrific looking bod, but what do you really think of him?" I disguised that remark by adding, "I mean, how old do you think he is?" "Maybe twenty-five to thirty," Julie said confidently. "He seems to be alone, don't we want two?" She gave me a lewd smile and her eyes sparkled. "Three sounds good to me." "Well okay, let's give it a shot." And we both started to get up. I quickly sat down. "Julie, I'm a little rusty at picking guys up. Maybe . . ." "Rachel, it's like riding a bike, come on. Follow my lead." Julie took the hook. She'd be the one with the come on. I could hold back, make a quick retreat should it become necessary. It also served to make me a little more desirable in his eyes. A little standoffish, I became the more challenging conquest. And when we got to fucking, he'd be saving his best for me. As we approached him, my eyes caressed his body, especially his tight ass. Julie managed to brush a breast against him as she leaned towards the bar. "Oh, I'm sorry," she gushed. "Oh I beg your pardon," he replied. "Here, let me make room for you." With that he maneuvered his stool tightly against the one to his left, pinning that gentleman in for the duration. Julie, using her most seductive voice, thanked him profusely, making him appear to be the most gallant guy since Sir Walter Raleigh. He actually stammered nervously after her complements. "This is my friend Rachel," she said. "Rachel's from Minneapolis, just visiting me for a few days. I live in Ft. Lauderdale." She paused for a moment then added, "My name is Julie. I'm a real blonde." His knee-jerk reaction to this opening gambit caused him to knock over his drink. The bartender mercifully wiped it up quickly and efficiently and fixed him another. I placed my hand over his and told him I was glad to make his acquaintance. Up close I saw that he was indeed ruggedly handsome and very well built. He smiled at the two of us. It was an engaging smile with a host of hidden messages. "This must be my lucky day. Please forgive me ladies, my name is Holcomb, Holcomb Lamb III if you're interested in the whole thing. But my friends . . . I hope I can call you my friends, call me Hoke. This time I took the lead. "Actually, Holcomb, err, Hoke, we were wondering . . . it's so noisy in here, would you like to join us for a drink somewhere quieter?" "Someplace more private might be preferable," added Julie. His smile grew more radiant, and his eyes shone with a newfound lust. "And would you ladies have a place in mind?" he said in that husky voice men acquire after a few drinks. He continued. "If not I could suggest one." Julie solved the dilemma. "My place would be preferable if that's not an inconvenience." "Your place it is. Shall we take one car or two?" "Oh, said Julie, why don't you follow us?" *** We parked the cars in Julie's garage and Hoke put his muscular arms around both of us as we walked to the elevator. As the door closed Julie leaned into Hoke's mouth and kissed him. I watched them, envious and happy for them at the same time. I told myself to be patient, my turn would come and eventually it did. Their kiss was long and slow. Open mouthed from the outset, I saw his tongue slide between her lips, sucked into Julie's mouth, a sensation I knew all too well. The cavity exploration had begun. She was equal to his kiss. She wound her arms tighter around his shoulders and dug her nails into his back, almost tearing through his shirt. Finally they parted and Hoke looked and reached for me at the same time. I pressed the stop button and the elevator paused between floors, then Hoke and I embraced. Finally, I felt his lips touched mine. Just touching, patiently lingering, it was as if time had stopped. My mouth opened and our tongues touched. Slowly, softly, the velvet tip of his tongue began circling mine. I surrendered to him, pressing myself hard against his solid body, laving my tongue back and forth across his while releasing a subdued sigh, revealing my increasing desire to have him enter me. Abruptly severing the kiss, Hoke was looking into my eyes as they opened, and said, "Ah, you liked that, didn't you. Well let's continue, shall we?" He pulled my head close to find my open mouth eagerly awaiting his. He sucked upon my lower lip, eventually moving to the upper lip. Then two tongues were dueling frantically. Tongues explored teeth and gums. We swallowed each other's saliva and teeth clashed against teeth as our passion began to seethe. I inhaled his smell, a mix of musk, sweat and sex and achieved a high state of arousal. Relentlessly, his tongue probed the inner recesses of my open neckline. No doubt Hoke could feel my pulse racing, as he tenderly kissed the inner recesses of my neck. Julie's hand reached under my dress and wove its way up my thighs. I moved my legs apart and her fingers found me. Hoke moaned and I realized Julie `s other hand now held his cock firmly in her grip. Our kissed ended and I restarted the elevator even as Julie returned to Hoke's arms, grinding her sex against him and if I knew her, already verging on an orgasm. We reached our floor and the doors opened. Julie produced her key and led us into her penthouse holding Hoke's cock in her other hand. Hoke took it in the penthouse apartment while he stoked my round firm ass, then he kissed me again and kissed each of my eyes in turn. "You're beautiful Rachel, just beautiful," and he cupped my breasts and fondled them gently, instantly my nipples shot out stiff and hard in his palms. I felt his erection pulse as it ground against my ass. I pushed back against it signaling him to continue doing his good deed for the day. Julie came up behind him, and sandwiched his gorgeous body between us. Her hands covered his, compressing my small tits almost flat against my chest. Best mammogram I'd ever had. We stayed that way for a minute or two, savoring the sensations, relishing what was to come. Finally, I pulled away turned and sank to my knees. My hands sought the snaps and zippers of his slacks, my eyes remained fixed on his semi- erection. I tugged off his loafers then lowered his slacks enough that he could kick them off. As he did, Julie tugged his shirt over his head. We gazed at him in awe. Hoke was a tremendous physical specimen. He was better looking naked than dressed. His stomach muscles rippled, and seeing us gawking at him he flexed his biceps, turned and posed like a bodybuilder. But it was watching the length and thickness of his cock as it achieved full size that got the both of us. It was huge! "Like it ladies?" he asked as he slowly stoked himself. We could only nod. Julie had certainly picked a winner, no doubt about it. "Well," he continued, "don't you think its your turn now?" I bent over and grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. Julie was stepping out of her pants and undoing her blouse. I finished first, but only just. Our bras were not unclasped, just pushed up over our tits and heads and a second later we were shoving our panties to our ankles. I left my garter belt on. Julie wasn't wearing one. "Fast enough for you?" I said. "You two are a feast for sore eyes, I been saving something up for both of you." Hoke said smiling, "Com'ere." "Not so fast, Hoke darlin'," Julie said. Let's use the bedroom for our fun and games, shall we?" Still stoking himself, Hoke replied, "Let's take it anywhere you want," and used Julie's term of endearment mockingly, "Darlin." The three of us hurried into Julie's bedroom. Hoke took a second to gaze at the panoramic view of the Atlantic and the beach far below, then plopped himself into the middle of her bed. "Lights, camera, action," he said, stabbing his hips up at an imaginary women. I smiled at Julie and my lips brushed the hair at the nape of her neck as I urged her to join him first. With a tiny growl, Julie flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and leapt onto the bed and Hoke. He reached out for her, and grasping her firmly, lifted her in the air, moving her forward and up over his face, slowly he deposited her pussy upon his mouth. Julie yelped as he closed upon her clit. I decided it was time for me to join in. Reaching between his legs, I started to fondle his balls. He devoured her hungrily--sending her off into peals of lewd laughter-- while I stoked his huge cock with both hands until I was satisfied he had attained full erection status. His cock looked like dessert to me. A drop of precum glistened on the tip and I rubbed it against my cheeks and over my lips. I love the feel of a hard cock against my face. I continued to play with Hoke's extraordinary dong, sliding my fingers up and down his width, not able to close my hands around its massiveness. My fingertips were dancing across its sensitive head in small, teasing circles. Hoke hoisted Julie up in the air to look and watch me gripping him in my fists, stoking him faster and harder. Our eyes locked, neither wavered until I broke contact and straddled his waist, wet my fingers and palmed myself until properly lubricated. He resumed eating Julie, who moaned pleasurably at his return. I was directly behind her now, and caressed the soft skin of her shoulder blades with my fingertips as she rocked back and forth on the tip of Hoke's furrowing tongue. Before impaling myself on his dong, I maneuvered a pillow under his hips, and with Hoke on his back lapping away at Julie, I knelt astride him so I could control the pressure, the angle, the timing. If he wanted a movie, by God, I was directing it. As I eased on down his wickedly thick pole, I had to groan with pleasure as he filled me to the brim. Oh, there were others with long dicks who'd managed to tap my cervix a time or two, but none had ever constantly rubbed against my walls like Hoke. It seemed I could feel each of his veins throbbing inside me. "Ummmmm, like the famous Mikey commercial, I liked it. I liked it a lot. I loved the view from this position. I arched my back, shoved my hands beneath me and gripped Hoke's ankles. Hoke slid his hands under his ass, and cocked his hips up on his elbows to increase his ability to thrust deeper into me. Julie pivoted around and was now facing me. Her face a mask of lust, her eyes closed silently she moved above him, she controlled their tempo. Her eyes opened and she leered at me as she watched me moving, grinding my pelvis down upon Hoke's. She was squatting high enough above Hoke that I could see part of his tongue licking her. I found it extraordinarily exciting. I knew she was getting off on his tongue and from watching as his cock reamed my cunt because she began scratching her fingernails down along his chest and across his nipples. "Does that feel good, Hoke?" I asked. "Mufff Urr." Was all he could manage. "Don't bother him now for Christ's sake," Julie shrieked, "I'm there. I'm there!" "Ohhhh, Hokie baby! Right there! Yesssss! Gooo baby! Go!" "Oh, Rach! This guy . . . Ahhhhhhhhh!" "Yesssssssss! Oh, fuckin' suck that twat!" "Do it! Do it! Do it!" As for myself, good old Hoke was chafing the hell out of my pelvic region as he maneuvered his cock in and out. Did I care? Fuck no! Tomorrow Julie could salve the rawness away with her magical mouthtonight . . . well, I was rocking one way, Hoke the other, thrusting up, bowing his back as he raced towards his orgasm. I started to shout myself, "Come on Hoke! Let's go faster Honey! Oh, Oh, Ohhh!" I came first and rolled off him, one hand going right to my clit and strumming to beat the band, the other motioning Julie to jump on his pulsating cock that still continued to pump and stab only now it was at thin air. Like a cowboy leaping onto his horse, Julie catapulted from his mouth onto his quivering dong and cupped his balls as if they were the pommel of a saddle. She was near and he was close, I was coming, it was a terrific orgasm for me. I continued to spasm through another climax as I watched Hoke strain to hold off and Julie pound furiously to reach her climax. Finally she did and rolled off Hoke and reached out for me. Oh I was there for her; I knew Julie and what she liked. We embraced and French-kissed. She sucked my tongue while it searched her warm, hungry mouth. Her mouth was warm and soft; her tongue tickled as it danced around the sensitive underside of mine. I was in paradise. I felt Hoke's hands on my thighs, then under them. He spread my legs wide apart and lifted until I felt them settle on his shoulders, and as his tongue lapped me I began to pump my hips into his mouth. Julie and I ended our kiss and I groaned at the loss of her wine-coated mouth and tongue and groaned as Hoke began to do wonderful things with his humming-bird quick tongue. I simply adored this hunk, so gallantly attending to his ladies while ignoring his own needs. Julie repositioned herself and leaning forward took him into her mouth. She moved tentatively for Julie. I've seen her suck cock many times, but Hoke was troubling her. Of course I thought almost giddily, his size is most intimidating, no? Hoke helped Julie relieve him leaving me for a moment to grip her blonde hair in one hand while moving her head back and forth with the other. She gagged, but forced herself to take him deeply, deeper than she was usually willing to go. Hoke was into it now, as he began some serious thrusting at her, and she moaned in apparent discomfort, but let him do it. As she became more comfortable, he returned to eating me. I was in a languid, dreamy state, kind of between orgasms, when Hoke suddenly stopped sucking me and began grunting. He pulled out of Julie, jerking himself furiously to a climax. I almost came again watching his long ropes of sperm fly through the air landing on Julie's breasts. He layered her breasts with his cum. One spurt! Two spurts! Four spurts! Julie's pointing finger dabbed at the jism strung out across her breasts and the sperm clung to it as she brought her hand to her mouth and tasted him. Hoke motioned me to join him and in tandem we licked his cum from Julie's breasts, alternating this with sucking and pinching her nipples. I felt her quiver several times at this treatment and Julie came again, I'm sure of it. We rested for half an hour or so, then Julie remembered her role as hostess and got up to prepare something to eat and drink. I contented myself with licking and sucking Hoke's testicles. (In the background I heard Julie on the phone.) This brought him to a semi-erect status, but he chided me for wanting to go to far, too fast. He rose up and stretched the cords in his arms and his back rippled without his even being aware of it. I was primed and ready to go . . . again. A few minutes later the intercom buzzed. Then Julie returned to the bedroom with two large trays. Pizza! And Beer! "Just the thing to keep the party going, right guys?" she said. Hoke replied "the very best thing to party on with, for sure." Then Julie produced my diary. "And here's some entertaining reading to also help the party along." Julie!" I cried out in protest. "Oh, Hoke," she said, "You've got to hear some of Rachel's hot little diary." "Well read to me my sweet pussy-lipped lass." He said, reaching for his second slice of pizza. "Okay, sorry Rach, but I know this will get us underway again." I could only frown. I was still horny as hell, but didn't want Hoke sharing in my private life. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+