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Afternoon at the beach

Poetry By: Sultry Alice
Romance



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: 234    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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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