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Afternoon at the beach

Poetry By: Sultry Alice

Rated-PG by me. How much trouble can a teenage daughter get into being left alone at the beach hotel for a few hours?

Submitted:Jan 16, 2013    Reads: 235    Comments: 11    Likes: 6   

I remember the day I met him, that summer at the shore

He was surfing and happy; a very friendly smile he wore

When he saw me watching, he struck a real macho pose

I spread my towel on the sand, and shed my outer clothes


I wore my little white bikini, it hardly covered me at all

He couldn't stop from looking and he took a nasty fall

I watched him walk right to me, while carrying his board

His abs were flat, body tanned and his package I adored


He used a very simple line, "Hi beautiful, I must be dreaming"

I flashed a very friendly smile, but on the inside I was beaming

He was very charming, friendly, handsome, confident and strong

He asked if we could hang out for a while, I knew we'd get along


We talked a while, I followed as he took his board to his car

He traveled up the coast like a gypsy, he even played guitar

We got some burgers and shakes for lunch at a small stand

It felt so natural when we were walking and he took my hand


When necking in his car at the beach, we felt our passions bloom

My parents would be out a while, so I suggested my hotel room

I remember how shy he got, looking at the fancy king sized bed

They'll be back by 5 o'clock; come over here next to me, I said


Like in the movies, we stripped each other all the while kissing

When he kissed me all over, I realized what I had been missing

The first time was great, and it didn't take him long to recover

But the second time was awesome he was really quite the lover


I was going to Uncle John's house, he was bumming up the coast

We'd never see each other again, only time for one more at most

I remember that he hugged me and told me that I was really great

That he would never forget this afternoon, that meeting me was fate


His kisses were filled with passion; I could tell he wanted some more

I squeezed his throbbing member and asked him if he was too sore

He pulled me up on top of him and said he didn't want to pass it by

I rode him for the longest time, finally we both climaxed with a sigh


After we kissed goodbye, I showered and got dressed for dining

My parents returned before dinner, I was on the bed reclining

My dad asked if I enjoyed myself, while they were away today

I told him I had the kind of fun I wouldn't mind having everyday


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