“Christ you’re hot,” he grins pulling me back for one last kiss just before Danni comes back around the ride.
“Sorry,” she giggles, “thought I was gonna hurl for a minute there! Shit that Waltzer is fast! Love it!”
“Can I have your number?” Tommy asks me, pulling out the latest iPhone and looking expectantly at me. I take it off him and add myself to his phone book, not daring to look at him or Danni. My pussy is so wet my knickers are sticking to me and the seam of my denim shorts is almost pushing me over the edge where his thigh has wedged them against me.
“I’ll call you later, babe,” he smiles. “Aw shite, there’s me Da, you two had better disappear before he starts yelling at me.”
He winks at us and heads towards the huge guy that’s stomping about checking all the rides.
I grab Danni’s hand and we jump back over the little fence, sitting down on the bench by the entrance. “You got your man, then?” Danni asks raising her eyebrows. “I can tell you’ve been snogging, you’ve got a very pretty beard rash.”
“He’s so hot,” is all I can manage.
The rest of the day can’t go quick enough. We hit the rides hard but when we head back to the Waltzer, Tommy’s nowhere to be seen.
By mid-afternoon we’re exhausted and head back towards the beach and our parents’ houses.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Danni says. “Be careful and you’d better ring me in the morning, I want to know all the gory details!”
“I will I promise, but if he doesn’t turn up I’ll be ringing you tonight to come and rescue me.”
“Jessie, of course he’ll be there. Did you see the bulge he had in his jeans?” Danni giggles and hugs me. “I’ll speak to you tomorrow.”
I carry on along the beachfront to my house and sneak in, going straight up to my room. The last thing I need right now is another argument with my mum.
***
A couple of hours and one very hot phone call later, I walk into the Beach Tavern and thank God Tommy’s already there. He’s standing at the bar talking to Stephan. It doesn’t surprise me; Stephan likes to make everyone welcome and a new face is a challenge for him. I just hope he hasn’t told Tommy anything embarrassing about me!
“All right sweetheart,” Stephan says as he sees me come in, “I was just talking to this lovely young man about you. He says he’s here to meet you?”
“Yes he is,” I reply, not giving away anything.
“Hi,” Tommy says and winks at me. I blush as I slip my arms around him and lift my face up for a kiss.
“Hi,” I whisper slightly breathlessly as he finally releases me from an incredible kiss. “I hope he hasn’t told you all my secrets, I like to have a slight air of mystery.”
We grin at each other and he shakes his head. “Nothing I couldn’t already guess,” he laughs. “Do you want a drink?”
Stephan puts a pint of shandy down in front of me. “Already done,” he smirks, “the usual, yes?” I nod and take a long drink. It’s cold and sweet and cools the flush in my cheeks. Tommy still has his arm around my waist and I can feel it like a brand on my skin. He chucks a fiver down on the bar before I get a chance to get my purse out.
“Thanks.”
“My pleasure darlin’,” he says, “c’mon let’s find a seat, Stephan says the band are going to be amazing.”
We squeeze into a little sofa which squashes us tight against each other. I’m ridiculously aware of his strong thigh jammed against mine and it reminds me of earlier in the day, pressed between him and his ride while he snogged the face off me.
“Did you enjoy your day?” he asks, “I hope I didn’t make your mate too ill?”
“She was fine, don’t worry, she loves it really.”
The band is sound checking and we have to shout to talk to each other. Tommy’s arm is around my shoulders, his hand absently stroking my shoulder. We drink in comfortable silence, watching the band play through a couple of songs. Tommy finishes his pint and turns to look at me. I know that look and it turns my stomach and my pussy to liquid. Then his mouth is on mine, his tongue possessing my mouth fiercely and my fingers reach up to tangle in the soft curls of his hair. He smells fresh, some kind of masculine shower gel and a hint of aftershave and my stomach is doing flips. I love kissing him, our lips crushed together, tongues dancing as the heat rises in my body. I love the way he closes his eyes, little moans letting me know that I’m turning him on. I have this big, strong, incredibly sexy boy aching for me. I want to see him fall apart when I make him come, want to know that I’ve made him lose control. He’s already pushing the limits of what’s acceptable in public as his hand roams across my stomach, threatening to disappear under my top and it’s really turning me on.
A couple of beers later there’s a break in the set and Tommy goes to the loo. I need to get him alone and soon. I think I know just the place. He slides back into his seat, his gaze all over me, the twinkle in his eyes making me blush. He kisses me again, unleashing all the pent up sexual tension that’s been building. I gasp as he slides his hand between my legs and presses against my aching pussy.
I pull back and look into his eyes. They’re dark pools of lust and I shiver. “Let’s get out of here,” I say, “I know somewhere quieter we can go to talk.”
“Talking wasn’t what I had in mind,” he growls as we get up.
“Me neither,” I grin taking his hand and leading him out the back door.
19 July 1997 - Night time
Within a few minutes we’re on the beach. It’s deserted and we crunch over the stones holding hands. “We better be going somewhere private,” he says stopping me for another kiss. I slide my hands up inside his tight t-shirt and sigh when I encounter his rock hard abs. He pulls me up against him and I can feel that his cock is just as hard as his stomach and I slide my hand over the bulge, making him moan.
“We’re nearly there,” I murmur, pulling away from him and running the last few feet to where I’m taking him. He chases me, laughing and pushing me against the wooden hull of the boat.
“Fuck Jessie, I need to get you naked, baby. You promised you wouldn’t tease me but the whole time we were in the pub you were driving me crazy.”
“You should have made your move earlier,” I say grinning, “now give me a leg up.” I point to the boat we’re standing next to.
I give him his due, he doesn’t even look surprised and within a few seconds we’re both standing on the deck of the beached fishing boat.
I lift the lid from a box and pull out a long cushion, several smaller ones and a big blanket.
“How did you know those would be in there?” Tommy asks grabbing them. He chucks them on the floor and pushes me down onto them. I’m so desperate to get him naked I can barely think.
“This is Scratcher, she’s my parents’ boat.”
Tommy’s on top of me and his lips chase over my collar bone and down my chest making me moan loudly. The noise echoes in the still night and we look at each other grinning.
“Very posh,” he laughs looking up from my stomach, “your own boat.”
I shrug, “It doesn’t go out anymore, she’s just part of the scenery really.”
He slides back up my body, taking my t-shirt with him and peeling it off over my head. Then he silences me with his mouth. Above his head I can see the Big Dipper and Saturn. It’s a clear night with a slight breeze that carries the scent of the sea across the beach. It mingles with the smell of our lust, the sour heat of our sex, which only heightens the sensations burning through my body. He’s spread my legs with his, the rough denim of his jeans chafing my thighs where my skirt has ridden up, exposing my soaking pants. I feel wanton and naughty lying there under the stars. I want his hands all over me and I guide his fingers down over my breasts, arching towards him as he shoves my bra under my breast, tweaking and rolling my nipple then sucking it gently into his mouth, squeezing it between his lips. I gasp as it hotwires my slickening pussy, pushing myself against
his cock, squirming beneath him. We’ve been building up to this all day and now it’s so close I can barely wait another second.
Tommy has other ideas and he slowly traces a finger from my jaw to my throat. Following it with tiny kisses he circles my nipples, one then the other, with his tongue. He blows on my wet skin and goose bumps appear as I shiver at his touch. Then he disappears further down, his tongue leaving a wet trail around my belly button until he reaches the top of my shorts. I lift my bum off the cushions to give him better access and he slowly unbuttons them and eases them down my thighs, tossing them across the deck. The cushions are grainy with dry sand from the last time they were used and it scratches across my overheated skin making me more sensitive to his touch. Tommy kneels up and looks down at me. I lie there brazenly in nothing but my bright pink knickers which are sticking to my every curve, outlining my swollen lips and giving him a view I hope he never forgets.
“Oh, Jessie, baby,” he moans, “look what you do to me.” He takes my hand and presses it against his impressive cock which is straining against the tight denim of his jeans, barely contained by them. I scrabble at the zip wanting to feel the weight of him in my hand. I shove them over his hips and oh yes, thank you God, he’s not wearing anything underneath. I wrap my fingers around the velvet smooth skin of his cock and watch his face. He sucks in his breath, stifling a groan as he bucks into my fingers, fucking my hand. “Jesus, you’re gonna make me come before I even start on you,” he grins and pulls away from me.
With one swift move he’s slid down the cushion and spread my legs so wide it almost hurts. One thick calloused finger hooks into my dripping knickers and with a quick flick of his wrist they’re gone. I nearly come there and then as my favourite fantasy plays out in front of me. He actually tore my knickers off my body, he was so desperate to get to me. Then any thoughts are gone and I’m rendered incoherent as his tongue slips between my soaking folds and finds his target. My clit’s so swollen it’s like a marble and he gently nips and licks as my pussy gushes all over his face. I slide my fingers into his soft hair, tangling them in his curls, begging him to fuck me.
“Hush, baby,” he grins looking up at me from between my legs, “I don’t want your Ma and Da coming out here to investigate the noise and catching me giving their little girl the best time of her life.”
I start to speak but he pushes two fingers into me and I gasp, his thumb grazing my clit. Oh God he knows just where to find my g-spot and the way he gently rubs nearly sends me over the edge. “Tommy, I want to come with you inside me,” I plead.
“Who am I to refuse a lady,” he grins. He pulls a foil packet out of his jeans, rolls the condom over his straining dick and moves back up to kiss me on the lips. I wrap my arms around him and push up against him. “Please Tommy,” I moan.
“You want me inside you?” he asks, his breath whisper soft against my ear and I nod.
“Yes baby, please,” I whimper but I don’t need to ask him again. He pushes my thighs wide, positioning his thick shaft against the dark pink pout of my pussy and slowly eases into me. Fuck, he’s big, I’m stretched wider than I thought possible. It’s almost uncomfortable but he’s so gentle it takes away the pain. Gazing into his eyes, his pupils dilated, it feels just like in my fantasies. Then he slams the final inches inside me and grunts his desire against my neck.
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight, Jessie. You’re sure you’re not a virgin, baby?”
I look up at him giggling, rendered almost breathless by the onslaught of his body inside mine and shake my head. “No, you’re just so fucking big, Tommy,” I whisper against his lips and he makes a cute whining noise, biting my lip. I have him completely under my spell; I can see it in his eyes. It does something to me when a guy loses himself in me and I arch up to meet him, matching his pace, squeezing him with every thrust until he’s muttering random filth, slamming into me hard. He’s holding me against him, lifting me off the cushion and the angle is creating an exquisite friction against my clit. I don’t think I can last much longer.
“I’m gonna come, Tommy,” I gasp, “I want to feel you come with me.”
“Oh baby,” he moans, and holding my face with one hand, his mouth crushing mine he fucks me hard, his hips pushing me into the deck. I gasp and shudder beneath him, the pressure on my clit leaving me unable to wait another second as my release crashes through me. My pussy clenches around him, milking his cock and he fucks me until we slide off the cushion. My name is on his lips as he stiffens and I feel the pulse of his dick as he unloads his spunk inside me.
Tommy rests his head on my chest and I let my fingers wander over the muscles in his back. I can barely catch my breath, the intensity of my orgasm still making me weak. He pushes into me again and I whimper as I nearly come a second time. He smiles down at me, still hard and thrusts again. Holy hell he’s got the stamina of a horse. He slowly, gently slides into me again and again, all the while watching my face. It’s so intense and I come a second time, losing myself in the sensation of his cock buried deep inside me.
“Wow, baby.” He smiles a cute lop-sided smile and nuzzles my hair, dropping kisses across my face. “You’re so beautiful when you come. I love that I do that to you.”
“Me too,” I shiver and he grabs the blanket. He reluctantly pulls out of me and wraps us both up in the fluffy warmth. I’m wrapped in his arms and I want to stay there forever. I trail my fingers over his chest, nibbling and licking at his salty skin. It’s the perfect moment. I inhale the maleness of him, the musky scent of him covered in my juices and the underlying pungent smell of the beach. I can smell coconut, the last remnants of my suntan lotion from earlier.
Eventually we get dressed and he helps me down from the boat. I’m carrying my heels and we crunch barefoot across the large pebbles at the top of the beach. He walks me to my house and pushes me against the back door for one last kiss. “I wish I could stay with you, baby but me Da will go mad if I’m not on the site. Come and see me again tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
I tangle my fingers in his t-shirt not wanting to let him go. I’m going to miss him. I’m an idiot and I think I’ve fallen for him. I look up at him and we kiss again. It’s hot and intense and I wish he was coming inside with me.
“Fuck it, I’m just gonna ask you,” he whispers, “what are you doing for the rest of the summer?”
I think for about a second. “Nothing.” I murmur nuzzling up against his lips, wanting to kiss him some more.
“Then come with me?” he asks, “Come with me when we go? I got my own van, you can help with the fair and then we can fuck like that every night. Baby please, I’ll look after you, I promise.”
It takes me all of a minute to decide. The choice isn’t hard; stay in the Bay doing the same old thing until I leave for London, or follow my gorgeous traveller boy around the country for the best sex of my life.
“Yes,” I whisper, kissing his beautiful lips, I can’t get enough of him; of course I’m going to go.
“Really?” he asks me, his eyes shining and his face split with a huge grin.
“Really.” I nod, “I’ll come with you. I’ll pack a bag and I’ll follow you anywhere, Tommy.”
He takes my face in his hands. “Baby, you won’t regret this I promise you.”
He kisses me one last time then makes me go inside.
“Tomorrow, sexy girl, I’m gonna give you a summer you’ll never forget.”
Then he was gone, leaving me to try and sleep and explain to my parents where I was going the next day. Danni thought I was insane but my mum surprised me and told me to go.
***
So my fantasy of sleeping under the stars with a big sexy guy came true. For the next eight weeks I was Tommy’s princess, spending my days watching my man flexing his muscles and showing off and my nights wrapped in his arms, as we fucked each other into a blissful exhaustion. Sometimes in his caravan and sometimes not, and yes just once up against the back of the ghost train while
the fair carried on oblivious.
When the summer was over, the fair went back to Ireland and I moved to London to start my grown up job. There were tears and there were times when I wondered if I’d done the wrong thing but I don’t regret a minute of it. I look back on my wonderful rose-tinted summer and I’m glad I have the story to tell.
Did Tommy and I keep in touch? Let’s just say that you can still find me wherever there’s a fair, looking for a pair of smiling blue eyes and the man who taught me that being spontaneous leads to the best adventures.
By Moon and Sea
By Cassandra Dean
Night enhanced the roar of the ocean, waves that seemed calm during the light of day now lent a strange violence by moonlight. Watery fingers drew silver upon the sand, jagged patterns resting lightly to be destroyed and reformed upon the turn of a wave.
Arms folded on the balcony’s carved stone balustrade, Olivia stared out over the sea. The summer breeze bathed her face, teasing loose the curls the hotel’s ladies’ maid had piled atop her head. Light from the Grand Hotel drew nimbuses in the damp, creating a kind of magic as the light skipped over the wet. The shore retreated into the distance, the gas lamps lining its curve drawing similar patterns as they faded to darkness.
Resting her chin in her hand, she gave a sigh. Heavens, she found the sea so very captivating. As a girl, she’d often dreamed of the ocean, of breathing the salt in the air, feeling the sting of it on her skin. Leave it to her Richard to introduce her to this pleasure, amongst so many others.
Even this current vantage was due to the sea’s lure. Upon returning from her solitary dinner, she’d thought to head straight for her bed. However, the spill of moonlight from the balcony and the roar of the ocean enticed her from her intended path. She’d found herself gazing out over the waves, mesmerised by the moonbeams climbing the sea to the horizon.
Curling her hands around the balustrade, she leaned back, and the scent of salt and surf washed over her. After the dank of London, the sea air of Scarborough seemed a dream. In London, the stench of gas, smoke and sewerage made one forget there was sweetness in the world.
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