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Frustration Part 2


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                                                                        Frustration - Adapted from a story by  Oya Calor

 

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I slide off my shorts and kick them to the wind. They are holding me back. I kick off my underwear too. Now it's just me with my naked pussy on the sand. Doesn't sound good? That's why a take off my T-shirt and put it under my ass. I tilt my pussy to the sky to avoid getting any sand where it doesn't need to go.

 

 

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I suck and spit liberally on three fingers and use them to rub my clit in tender circles. And then I push them inside myself, dancing my hips back and forth to land at the base of my fingers. Fucking myself softly in this way, skyward, legs spread, inviting the clouds to participate.

 

 

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People are walking toward me. My shorts and underwear have blown away, and I have no recourse for cover. So I continue to lie there moving myself in circles. A couple stops in their tracks when they see me.

 

 

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"My dear, you know the rains are coming?" says the woman. "You’ll catch a cold undressed like that."

Smiling at her, I continue to fuck myself softly, my fingers moving toward space, creating wetness on a lonely beach. I say nothing, but study the couple, in their 50s.

 

 

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"You're very good at that," says the man, pulling his lady closer. "You should give lessons to women on how to have orgasms. Lesson number one: find a beautiful outdoor location!" At that, the man laughs voraciously, free hand on his chest, as though he is the cat's pyjamas of progressive sex jokes. The woman subtly rolls her eyes, smiling at me knowingly.

 

 

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"Yes, you're very skilled at pleasing yourself," she says. "But you know you seem a little lonely. Would you like some company while you finish? I mean, I know you've got the wind, and those two lovebirds over there, ,” she says, gesturing to the dunes, “but we've both got lots of experience with loneliness. And with orgasms too.”

 

 

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"I – I suppose that would be nice," I hear myself saying. Talking to them is delaying my orgasm, and I can't be sure that the younger pair on the bluff haven't already finished — what with the wind blowing in every direction, and all. I find this possibility somewhat disappointing, because if I'm honest, I wanted to cum with them.

 

 

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The man and woman each take a seat in the sand, on either side of me. He is tall, stout, and good looking in an older guy Richard Gere kind away. No joke. Her — I think I would compare her to Martha Stewart, but brunette not blond, and with sexy smile lines at the edges of her eyes, like sunrays.

 

 

 

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"Peter, why don’t you do that thing that you do so well… on my thighs? I always feel so taken care of when you do that," said the woman.

 

 

 

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Peter leans forward, parting my already parted legs with his hands. His hands are callous, and feel amazing against my soft skin. He traces my thighs with his rough fingers: from my hip creases down to my knees and back up again. First, the outside of my thighs and then slowly, working inward — that innermost silken road.

 

 

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It's hard for me to keep fucking my fingers in that position with him, so I just rub my clit instead. He does it very lightly, very slowly, unassuming.

 

 

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"You're making her feel good," says the woman. "You're so good with your hands, dear. Look how she's arching her body. She is closer to loving herself with us around, I think."

 

 

 

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The woman licks her finger and traces circles on my asshole. The added sensation is simply too much to bear. I arch my back to the heavens, the sun nibbling my breasts. My body is on fire. I am touched. I did not think good Samaritans really existed.

 

 

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But I was wrong. I am touched by the sun, the wind, the mist off the water. I am touched, by him and her. And by those others I can't really see or hear anymore.  The woman inserts only the very tip of her finger into my ass.

 

 

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The gesture sends me over the edge. I open wider and clench harder around them both. My muscles love me. I am a shot in the dark, the light. My growl turns into a scream as I expel light outward, and into the world. As I expel both friendly strangers out of me as well, with the sheer force of my core pleasure.

 

 

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I take comfort in the fact that nothing stays settled. Especially with all the wind we've been having lately on the island, lots of changes are circulating, I can feel it.

 

 

 

The End?

 

 

 

 

 

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