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“Can you imagine living in there?” I said while staring at the half-built beach home separating us on the sidewalk from the beach. I had no intentions of settling down and marrying him or anyone, but suddenly I could picture waking up there next to a husband and looking out the window at the rolling waves.
“Let’s go inside and check it out.” He said while staring at my cleavage and how my bikini top framed them. Not that I was complaining. I liked him for rather superficial reasons as well.
“What about the security cameras,” I said, looking at the white signs that warned about no trespassing and the use of security cameras.
“I don’t think there’s really any cameras.” He said, then started walking towards the opening in the chain link fence that led into the property.
I took a quick glance around. I didn’t see any cameras on or near the fence. Nor did I see any on the actual wooden frame and plywood of what was the house so far. I didn’t see anyone else watching us. The nearby houses looked empty, probably just second homes for someone rich who lived somewhere else.
Still, it probably wasn’t a good idea but I’d done far riskier things. I followed him inside the fence when he looked back at me.
Even with just the wood frame and plywood, I could tell it was going to be a speculator house. The back was going to open up to the ocean. The kitchen was as large as some apartments. It was going to be far out of my price range then and now.
I followed Evan up to the second floor. I could only fantasize about living there. What would be the master bedroom had an extra large walk-in closet in the works, a vast bathroom, and most interesting what would soon be giant windows looking out on the ocean.
I took in the setting sun and imagined living there. Evan imagined other things.
“Can you imagine being the first people to have sex here?” He asked.
I turned around and giggled. “Nope,” I said, not answering that question, but the question he really wanted to ask. We would probably be alone there until the following Monday and no one could see us from the beach. It was set far enough back where the people walking on the beach looked like ants. However, I didn’t have any condoms and I knew he didn’t either. That was one reason we were walking along the beach road to the much smaller house my parents had rented for the week. The other was that my parents had gone out to dinner that night and wouldn’t be home for hours.
Yet I could imagine being the first ones to do that and secretly it turned me on a little.
He came closer and kissed me, first my neck then my lips. The touch was eager and intense just like him.
He didn’t stop with just a kiss and I didn’t try to stop him. He put a hand between my legs, the thin fabric of the shorts and my bikini bottom doing little calm electric feeling of his touch. My breathing became noticeable. My resistance started to weaken.
His hands moved up to my breasts and into my bikini top. His warm hands caressed my breasts, then his fingers played with my nipples. I was enjoying being his plaything.
“What about the first blowjob?” He asked with a grin like a salesman trying to sell something.
“First handjob?” I asked like it wasn’t as dirty as a blowjob. I was willing to have sex with him again, but only someplace more private than a half-built house. Giving a blowjob in a place like a house under construction felt slutty, which I didn’t want him to think I was…even though I’d only met him a few days earlier and we’d already had sex twice. Based on that logic a handjob seemed like the respectable thing to do.
He pretended like he was thinking about it, then said “Deal.”
He pushed down his shorts just far enough to release his already hard cock. I looked at his thickness, his length and wrapped my hand around it. He felt so big in my soft hands.
I took his cock and stroked it.
“That feels so good.” He whispered. The house was so quiet. The only sound was the waves outside.
My heart was pounding. I was so turned. I felt so naughty and so sexy.
His cock was rock hard and bright red. It looked like it was ready to explode and I had just started. I stood to the side, but he wasn’t going to let himself explode yet.
As I stroked his length I thought about the previous night when he fucked me on a park bench along the beach. I sat on a towel, with my legs wide open. He stood in front of me, pushing deep inside of me with his cock. As I stroked his cock now, I could almost feel him inside of me again. I was thinking slutty thoughts.
His hands found the bottom of my bikini top and pulled it up over my breasts. I felt so exposed even if four walls were protecting us from preying eyes.
He manhandled my breasts and I enjoyed the attention as I continued to stroke him. I enjoyed being his aggressive touch.
I thought he was getting close when he took his cock away from me and started to stroke himself rapidly. Yet, he still wasn’t there.
Instead, he guided me down a few inches so that he could rub his cock all over my soft breasts. The tip of his cock glistened with cum. I felt so slutty.
“Suck my cock.” He said, his voice was raspy.
This time I didn’t object. I was too turned on and excited. I was enjoying pleasuring him….
