Hurricane Bob Pt. 04

Chapter 7

I had just finished breakfast and was paying my bill when Connie came into the restaurant. She looked a little green around the gills, but I could tell she was angrier than she was sick.

“Why didn’t you wake me up to eat breakfast together?” she asked, arms crossed over her chest.

“You looked like you needed the sleep,” I explained, trying to defuse the situation. “So, I didn’t want to disturb you. How are you feeling?”

I put my arm around her affectionately. My feelings for her had changed a great deal in the past twenty-four hours. I realized that I had put her on a bit of a pedestal, with visions of a future, based on false perceptions of who she was. Last night she revealed her partying side. She would be a fun fuck-buddy, but I was having doubts about our future. I decided to just relax and continue dating her, to have fun with her, to fuck her if I had the chance, but not take the relationship very seriously.

She smiled sheepishly, then said, “I’m sorry about last night. I should have come looking for you, instead of hanging out with those guys.”

“No, no,” I corrected her. “We’re here to have fun. We’re young and not tied down. I should have just fucked you in the spa, and maybe your friend would have joined in. Maybe I should have just gone back to the room and left you and Jackie there to have your fun.”

“No!” She protested. “I’m here with you. I should be having fun with you, not some other guy. But, it would have been hot to do it in front of them.”

She blushed a little, but she seemed to be more comfortable expressing her sexual thoughts. That was a good thing. I kissed her, and she responded by trying to slip me some tongue. I pulled back and asked her if she wanted to get something to eat.

“No,” she replied. “My stomach isn’t too happy right now.”

The elderly hostess spoke up, “Honey, it sounds like you need some hair of the dog. Let me fix you a Bloody Mary.”

I had forgotten the woman had been standing two-feet away the entire time.

“Oh, I don’t think I could,” Connie said, but the woman went over to the bar and started making the drink.

“Can you make two?” I asked.

A few minutes later, Connie and I headed out to the pool and sat in the shade. She fought back the urge to vomit as she took a tentative sip of the cocktail. She grimaced as a tremor passed through her body. A couple more sips, and the color started returning to her face. By the time she was halfway through, she was laughing and seemed back to normal.

“I can’t believe that worked!” she exclaimed. “I thought for sure I was going to barf.”

I had to admit, I was feeling much better too, even though I’d only had a bit of a headache. After finishing the Bloody Mary, Connie wanted to eat, so I ordered a plate of nachos and two more of the drinks at the pool bar.

There were more clouds in the sky than the day before, and the wind had picked up considerably. “Maybe we should hit the beach, in case the weather gets worse this afternoon,” I suggested.

She agreed, so we went back up to the room to grab some towels and suntan lotion. Jackie was in the bathroom, barfing, and Mike was still sleeping. As we were leaving, Jackie stuck her head out and asked where we were going. We told her and suggested she grab a Bloody Mary and meet us down at the beach. We’d save them a spot.

Connie and I grabbed two beach umbrellas and four of the little blue canvas chairs, establishing our base camp, well back from the water, close to the hotel’s retaining wall. I ran down the beach, splashing through the shallows, then dove into a wave as a wave broke. I surfaced well out behind the breakers, where the water was a bit calmer.

Unlike the day before, the water was up to my chest and much more active. The crests were much higher, causing me to float up a couple of feet on the rise, then to come down onto the sand as the water drained below my knees between waves.

Connie came out, daintily splashing in the water, but stopped when the waves crashed into her. The water was cold at first. When it struck her body, she squealed. I could see her nipples were hard, which reminded me of her performance on stage for the wet t-shirt contest the night before. She was having to tip-toe to keep the water from covering her torso.

“Dive in!” I called out. “You won’t feel cold anymore if you do.”

Connie took a deep breath, put her arms over her head and dove toward me, disappearing under the water. I felt her hands grab the front of my shorts, as she rose up into my arms. We were face to face, body to body. I kissed her passionately, grabbing her ass and pulling her crotch to my already hard cock. I was finished putting up with her good girl, innocent act. She was no longer on my pedestal. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer anymore. Fortunately, she seemed to have decided to stop saying no.

Connie melted into the kiss, her tongue deep in my mouth, and she ground her hips against me sexually. She wrapped her legs around my hips, clinging to me tightly.

As poker oyna she pulled away from the kiss, breathlessly, she said, “Fuck me,” giving me a naughty grin. “Fuck me, right now, in the ocean where everyone can see us.”

I was happy to oblige. I ripped the velcro fastener open and let my board shorts fall around my ankles. I pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, rubbed her pussy for a few seconds with the head of my dick, then pushed it inside her. It took several thrusts to get it fully buried, but once it was, I held her tightly and began pushing my cock up inside her.

She groaned and arched her back. Just then, the water level lowered all the way below her ass. I was suddenly carrying all of her weight, and I nearly fell over. Anyone watching could have seen my bare white ass and would have known what we were doing. Fortunately, the water level rose again, causing us to float off the sandy bottom. It felt as though the tide were coming in, and if we stayed out there too long, we would find ourselves having to swim.

Connie was bucking her hips hard, driving her pussy onto my cock. It felt so good to be inside her again. Her pussy was tight, hot and she was moving it rapidly. I was so fucking horny since I never got to cum last night. I knew I wouldn’t last long.

Connie must have sensed it.

“Cum inside me,” she said as she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth to my ear. “Fill me, baby. I need it!”

That was all the encouragement I needed. As the waves receded again, I spread my legs wider to avoid falling. I started cumming, spraying my seed deep inside Connie’s pussy as she hung onto me heavily. Another wave rolled by, lifting us off the sandy bottom, and we floated freely as I continued cumming. It was an amazing feeling to have an orgasm while virtually weightless.

When I finished my orgasm, Connie kissed me, smiled, and asked, “Does that make up for last night?”

“It’s a good start,” I said as I pulled my pants up and re-fastened them. Connie squatted down in the water and pulled her bikini bottoms off completely, waving them at me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Peeing and washing your stuff out,” she explained.

“With saltwater?”

“Yeah, it’s a natural douche,” she giggled.

After a couple of minutes, she put the bikini back on, and we returned to our little, makeshift cabana. Connie spread out a towel and lay down on it, in the sun, and I sat next to her, in the shade, stroking her skin and teasing her nipples through her top.

“Oh, you are frisky today!” she said with a smile.

We were close enough to the hotel to enjoy the music from the pool’s audio system. Loverboy was playing but was interrupted by a special weather bulletin.

“Tropical Storm Bob has been upgraded to Hurricane Bob as it gained strength in the warm waters off Florida’s coast. It is currently centered east of Jacksonville, Florida, moving in a northerly direction, with maximum sustained windows of 80 miles per hour. A Hurricane Warning has been issued for northern Florida and southern Georgia. Residents in those areas are warned to seek immediate shelter. A Hurricane Watch is in effect for most of the Georgia coast and extending as far north as Charleston, South Carolina.”

“Charleston?” Asked Connie. “How far from here is that?”

“It’s about a two-hour drive south of here,” I said. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Only two hours?” she exclaimed. “What if they’re wrong? What if it comes more north?”

“It won’t, but if it does, we’ll have plenty of time to get out of here before it hits.”

I wasn’t worried. It didn’t sound like a significant Hurricane, and it was pretty far away. It would most likely move out over the open ocean rather than make landfall near us. I told her so, but I don’t think it helped much.

Instead of worrying about it, I focused on turning Connie on by rubbing her engorged nipples and pinching them through her swimsuit’s cloth. She let out a soft moan.

“Didn’t you get enough in the ocean?” she asked, lifting her sunglasses to look into my eyes.

“Never!” I replied with a wink. “You should take off your top, so you don’t get tan lines.”

She glanced around the beach and shook her head. “You must be kidding! There are way too many people around.”

“Just a little peek then,” I urged.

Connie grinned and pulled her bikini up to expose her tits, then quickly covered them again. “Happy now?”

“Getting there,” I replied.

She tossed me the tanning lotion and rolled over, untying her top so that her back was bare. “Be a good boyfriend and put that on me,” she said. “I want to get really dark.”

I spread the oil over her back, moving my hands slowly to knead and massage her flesh. I took my time, and she was enjoying it immensely. When I finished her back, I started on her legs, rubbing the lotion into her thighs. Connie spread her legs and allowed my hands access between them. As my hands massaged her inner thighs, my fingers brushed her pussy. She canlı poker oyna let out a soft sigh and moved her hips up and down in response.

I slid my hand higher and rubbed her pussy, feeling her moist heat through the cloth. Connie lightly slapped my hand and said, “You better stop, or we’re going to need to go for another swim.”

I ignored her protestations and slid a finger under her bikini’s leg band, sliding it up and down against her outer lips. She bucked her hips and sucked in a quick breath as I moved my finger into her slit. It was already slick from her arousal. I pushed the finger into her hot little pussy and began fucking her with it.

Connie groaned, raised her hips off the towel, and began to bounce up and down slowly, fucking herself on my finger. I gently moved it in and out and used my thumb to rub her hard little clit back and forth. She hissed and raised her chest off the ground so that her tits hung down naked beneath her. Anyone walking by just then would get to see both of her full, ripe melons on display.

“Oh!” she called out through clenched teeth. “You’re going to make me cum!”

I slipped a second digit into her pussy, and she thrust back forcefully, releasing a slow, contented sigh. I could feel her clenching my fingers as I pushed them in all the way. She shuddered softly and moaned as I pulled them back out. I took my time, slowly working my fingers in and out as her passion rose. Her pussy became soaked with the signs of her arousal.

I increased the speed of my fingering, rapidly pumping them in and out of her twat. Connie spread her legs wider and collapsed, face first, onto the towel, panting and moaning wildly in response. Her hips shook, and her pussy pulsated around my rapidly invading fingers.

“That looks fun,” Jackie said, suddenly appearing from around the umbrellas. Connie’s eyes flew open at the sound of an unexpected voice. She had a slightly panicked look on her face, mixed with the deep, intense sexual pleasure she was feeling.

I didn’t stop what I was doing. Instead, I waited, taking my cues from how Connie reacted. Her mouth opened as if she wanted to speak, but she let out a long, sexy moan.

I took that as a positive sign and started finger fucking her even more aggressively, turning my hand, palm down, and curling my fingers along the inside curve behind her pubic bone. She cried out, “Oh, shit, yes! Right there!”

Jackie laid down on the towel next to Connie and ran her hand slowly up and down my girlfriend’s body. Startled, Connie stared into Jackie’s. Connie’s ass was bouncing up and down rapidly as I fingered her g-spot hard. Jackie moved her hand and caressed Connie’s face, then leaned closer and kissed her. I expected Connie to pull away, but instead, she returned the kiss with all of her passion.

As their tongues played together, Connie suddenly stiffened from head to toe and sucked in a deep breath. I continued my vaginal assault, unrelentingly driving her over the edge. Her entire body jerked and spasmed uncontrollably. Connie let out a high-pitched wail, muffled by Jackie’s kiss. Hot juices splashed out of her pussy, all around my hand, and soaked through the towel into the sand. She bucked wildly. Jackie held onto her tightly and put her mouth to Connie’s ear, whispering, “Let it go, baby! Let it go!”

I slowly brought my hand motion to a stop but left my two fingers still inside her. I let her catch her breath, then gently extracted them, causing her to groan and shudder with a small aftershock. Jackie grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers to her mouth, making a show of sucking and licking Connie’s juices off of them.

Once my fingers were clean, Jackie lowered my hand to her pussy and said, “My turn?”

I wasn’t sure how Connie would take to me fingering Jackie, but she just smiled, and said, “It’s okay. Make her cum, baby! Show her your magic fingers.”

I grinned, eager to help out, and began to gently massage Jackie’s pussy through her bikini. I could feel the valley between her puffy outer lips and the firm little bump near the top of the crease. Jackie groaned and resumed kissing my girlfriend. I stroked the sensitive, tender flesh outside of her bikini’s edge as Jackie spread her legs for me. I gripped the bikini to move it out of the way, when…

“Fuck, I’m starving!” came the rough sound of Mike’s voice from behind me. I jerked my hand away from Jackie as she quickly separated herself from Connie. She shot us both a look that screamed, “Don’t say anything!”

Chapter 8

Mike plopped down in the sand and lay back with his head on Jackie’s lap. “Blob, why don’t you go grab us some grub. I’ll keep the girls company while you’re gone.”

I was done being Mike’s errand boy.

“No, Mike,” I said without even lifting my head from my comfortable, relaxed position. “If you’re hungry, go get your own food. The restaurant takes cash and credit cards.”

He didn’t respond. An awkward silence descended over our little foursome. The only sounds were the crashing of the waves, internet casino the squawking of seagulls, and Michael Jackson’s Beat It from the speakers at the hotel pool behind us. Five minutes passed, and Mike jumped up, dragging Jackie with him.

“Let’s go for a swim,” he declared before running down to the water and diving in. Jackie jogged after him and joined him to splash in the surf. The waves looked bigger, and the ocean choppier than just a few minutes earlier. The wind had picked up a bit, too. Bands of clouds were blowing over, and larger, darker ones loomed on the horizon.

“He’s such a douche bag,” I said to Connie.

“I think he’s funny,” Connie countered, “but he is full of shit.”

“You know he cheats on Jackie every chance he gets?” I wanted Connie to understand Mike’s true nature.

“He said you do, too,” she blurted out.

I sat up. “Do what?” I wasn’t sure I understood her correctly.

“He said you cheat on me all the time,” Connie said, smiling at me.

“And you believed him?” I asked, flabbergasted.

Connie raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

“When did he tell you that?” I asked. The only time that I remembered them being together without me present was during the ride back the night before.

“It was a few weeks ago,” she explained. “You remember the night the four of us went out to the Lonestar?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Remember when I was dancing with Mike, and you were getting us all beers?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s when he told me,” she explained. “He said you were also okay with him and me doing it.”

Now I was utterly pissed. I took off my sunglasses.

“He said that?” I exclaimed. “That mother fucker! I never said that at all! I told him that you and I were exclusive and that I was falling in love with you. I told him I was thinking about proposing!”

Now Connie sat up, staring at me in disbelief.

“You want to marry me?” she asked, a huge grin spreading across her face.

Shit. I had stepped in it now. How could I tell her that I no longer felt that way?

“I mean, well, at the time, it was what I was thinking,” I said nervously. I quickly changed the subject. “So, did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Fuck Mike?” I asked, point-blank.

“Oh, come on, Bob,” she replied and turned away. That wasn’t an answer. I pressed her for an answer.

“Did you fuck Mike, Connie?” I asked again.

“No! Of course, not!” she fired back. “I’m not stupid! I knew he was lying.”

“So you knew I never cheated on you?”

“Of course, honey,” she said, reassuringly. “I didn’t believe him. I was just pulling your chain.”

“Good! Just so we’re clear,” I began. “I might have turned a bit of a blind eye to you fooling around with that guy in the hot tub last night, but if you ever fucked Mike, we would be finished. He’s a sleaze bag. If you are willing to fuck a guy like him, then we have no future. I would dump your ass.”

Connie had a blank look on her face.

“Do you understand?” I asked.

She nodded, then slowly grinned. “So, I can fuck the guy from last night, and you won’t get mad?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You kinda did.”

“No, not at all.”

“It’s what I heard.”

“You heard wrong.”

“I don’t think so. I think you would have liked it.”

“Look,” I said, moving down to lie next to her. “if we’re going to have any future together, let’s just agree to fuck only each other.”

“I think I can live with that,” Connie said, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her top was untied, so as she turned to face me, her bare breasts pressed against my chest. I could feel my cock starting to get hard again. “And no more fingering other girls on the beach, either!”

“Okay, if you insist,” I replied, then kissed her long and hard.

“Get a room!” Mike decreed as he came running up, kicking sand on us. Connie pulled back, accidentally exposing her breasts.

“Nice rack!” Mike said as he dropped to sit next to us. “Jackie and I are hungry, so we’re going to go get something to eat. You guys want anything?”

“I’m good,” I declared.

Connie fastened her top back on, then sat up. “I haven’t eaten either. I’ll join you guys,” she said, then looked at me for approval. “That okay, baby?”

Jackie came up from the beach, dripping wet and grabbed a dry towel.

“Yeah, sure,” I said. “I’m going to hang out here for a bit. The waves are kicking up a lot more, so I was thinking about doing some surfing. There’s a shop just down the beach that rents boards.”

“You surf?” Mike asked.

“Yeah.”

“Seriously? I never would have pictured you surfing.”

“There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” I told him.

Connie got up and kissed me. “Okay, well, have fun surfing. I’ll come and find you after we eat.”

“Cool,” I said as the three of them gathered their stuff and headed back toward the hotel. I picked up my wallet and walked down the beach.

The surf shop rented a variety of boards, from the old school longboards to the cool new short-bodied ones. I picked one and gave the guy my credit card to hold until I got back. I put everything else in a locker, strapped the velcro strap to my ankle, and took my board down to the water.