Ginger Craft - Overripe

The explanation satisfied her.

From that first time, Julie had discovered she was a sexual person. And she had been fucking since. She never considered why her nature was this way, why her personality had developed in that direction. She knew there were some girls who wouldn't let a boy so much as touch their breasts, and Julie thought they were quite foolish. In fact, she felt those girls were missing the best part of growing up.

Julie could remember almost every boy and man she had fucked. She could remember not so much what they looked like, their physical features, but their cocks and balls, the size of them, and the way they came. Some of them, remembered, could come like a garden hose, while a few would only dribble a bit of thin juice. She much preferred a cock that sprayed powerfully, filling her cunt to capacity, but she would take the ones that simply wet a bead or two, and do so with gusto.

She had no preference as to size, either. A cock was a cock was a cock, she felt. Long ones, skinny ones, thick ones, short ones… they were all fabulous. A man's cock and balls fascinated her. She loved to hold them, to feel them grow and throb in her hand. She enjoyed playing with those sensitive balls, feeling the heft of them, the wiry hair that tickled her flesh. Unlike many women, Julie found the sight of a man's naked body a thing of beauty, all hard muscle and angular lines. She particularly enjoyed looking at a man who had a hard-on, but it wasn't necessary to create passion in her. Passion was always in her, and she had methods to make a limp prick stand up quickly enough.

She came to another small town, one of the many that dotted the long highway up and down the coast of California. The sun was behind her, and it was still warm, almost hot. The sky was clear, and the air was unusually humid for this time of year. Tooling the small car to a parking area along the side of the highway, she killed the motor and stepped out. She was on a small cliff that overlooked the ocean.

Stretching, she stood there and looked at the blue waters, seeing a few people on the sand. There was hardly any breeze to speak of. She fluffed her coppery hair and ran her hands over her breasts. It would be nice to take a swim, she thought. Julie liked to be clean, and she had been unable to shower at that small cafe where the man had taken her picture. The only thing was, she had no swim suit with her.

But the water looked so inviting.

Never one to shy away from a little exposure, Julie grinned to herself as she noticed a rock formation a short distance away. From her elevated spot, she noticed it was also clear just the other side of the rocks, with a small pool formed there.

Running and laughing to herself, she tripped down the narrow trail that led to the beach. The few people there paid no attention to the running, happy girl.

She raced into the small rock enclosure and, looking about, saw she had all the privacy she needed. The pool was formed in the sand and rocks, and she could see the bottom very well. It was a natural pool, formed over the years as if made just for her.

Laughing softly, she peeled out of her skirt and blouse, then after a moment's thought, stripped her panties away. Naked, she stepped into the water, ready to catch her breath. But the water was warm. In the center, the water came only to her thighs. She sat down and splashed about, singing to herself. She splashed water up on her breasts, washed her face, and then, opening her knees beneath the water, scrubbed at her cunt until there was no longer any trace of semen left there by the man at the cafe. She washed her whole body, feeling very refreshed, wishing the pool was deep enough to swim in.

She splashed about some more, like a girl-child in a wading pool.

"Venus rising from the sea," a voice came to her.

Julie, startled, looked up.

A man stood at the top of the highest rock, looking down at her. He was a tall individual, maybe in his mid-thirties, she noticed. His body was good, with wide shoulders and lean hips. A sprinkling of hair was on his chest, but otherwise he seemed hairless; except for his head, of course.

His voice had startled her because she had not expected it. She had automatically covered her breasts with her arms, then gave a shrug and let them drop away. She stood upright in the water, unashamed, proud in her beauty. Slowly, still looking at the man, she walked purposefully to the soft, warm sand. Taking her sweater she began to dry her body, spending a long time on her breasts, then deliberately parting her legs and drying between them.

"Nothing bashful about you," the man said.

"Should there be?" she retaliated, flashing a smile at him. "It seems as if you've seen all there is, so why try to hide it now?"

The man gave a low chuckle, glanced behind himself, and started down toward her. "A girl after my own heart," the man said, dropping lightly to the sand.

Julie glanced once at the crotch of his tight trunks, then squatted without a show of embarrassment, and pissed.

The man looked between her wide knees, gazing at her hair-lined pussy as the stream of yellow piss spewed forth. There was a knowing grin on his face.

She looked at him. "Haven't you ever seen a girl piss before?"

"Not so openly," he grinned, sitting on the sand with his legs stretched before him. "You're a strange girl."

"Strange?" she asked, cocking her head to one side. "How so?"

"For one thing, you've not at all modest."

"Why should I be?" she said. "Everyone has to piss, don't they?"

"Most people use bathrooms."

"Do you see one around here?" she countered, taking her sweater and, still squatting, drying her cunt.

"You've got a point," he agreed, watching as she tossed her sweater to the sand. "Do you plan on putting that sweater back on after drying your pussy with it?"

"No, I've got another in the car."

"You plan on walking up there topless?"

"I might do it bottomless, too."

"You're quite an unconventional girl, you know that?"

"So, I'm unconventional."

She remained squatting, her knees wide apart.

The man looked at her pussy, and she looked at his crotch. Then she raised her eyes quizzically to his.

"Doesn't this turn you on?"

"What?"

"Well, shit!" she snorted. "How often do you see a girl squatting like this, everything showing?"

"How do you know I'm not turned on?"

"You sure don't have a hard-on there," she said, pointing. "If you do, you must need a microscope to find the damn thing."

"Oh, I get turned on, but by different things," he smiled lazily at her.

"What different things?" she asked. Julie was certainly getting turned on. Just by letting the man see her this way turned heron. She was somewhat of an exhibitionist anyway, and it always thrilled her to be discovered doing something unconventional. There was a tingly pulsation around her pussy, and already her tiny clitoris was swelling. Her nipples had become rigid again, and she could feel the lips of her pussy swell, too.

"Would you like to find out?" the man asked.

"Here?"

"Why not? Who's to see?"

"You saw me," she said. "Maybe someone else saw me, and saw you come over here. Don't you mind if you find an audience watching you?"

"Bring on the whole population, I don't give a fuck," he said.

Julie gazed at the man thoughtfully, then began to stroke her pussy with a total lack of shame. "Hey, now… I think you're my kind of man."

The man laughed softly, watching her masturbate. "I believe you're right. What's your name?"

"Julie," she replied, inserting her middle finger into her cunt.

"I'm Jake," he said, and rubbed at the front of his trunks. "You like to finger that cunt with a man watching?"

"I like to do almost everything."

"Is that a fact?"