Ron Smith - Marina girls

Tom followed her ripe ass through the room. "I have to lock up. Could you wait just a minute?"

"I'd wait more than that. I've been looking all night," Janet recalled what she'd been looking at. The smoldering heat in her pussy blazed up. Her clit felt as hot as a cutting torch.

Tom locked the money away without counting it. He adjusted his stiff cock. It had sprung up so suddenly when he'd seen Janet, that it pulled at his pubes.

The fog had come in. At two in the morning, the lawn above the yacht club's docks was a grey, shrouded place. Tom let himself out into the damp air and found the red-haired woman waiting for him.

"Hello," he said. I'm glad you waited." He put his arms round her. Her naked back was as smooth as an infant's.

"You hardly gave me time to leave," she smiled. Janet sobered. "I need a man badly. Please don't ask why."

"Here I am, and I won't ask." Tom kissed her marvously soft mouth. Janet slid her tongue into his mouth and their tongues fenced wetly. Her coral nipples bored into his chest like twin augers. Her arms went around Tom's neck. She pulled him close.

When Janet's ivory-skinned arms loosened the needful grip on his neck, Tom pulled his face back. Janet's tongue lingered on his lips for a moment. "My boat's not far from here," he said in a low voice.

"Could we… here? No one can see us if we go out onto the lawn. Please don't make me wait." Janet really was desperate. She meant every word, though she knew her husband was putting evidence on Tom's boat.

The short, curvy woman looked pleadingly at Tom. She raised her hands to her neck and undid the halter. It fell slowly, caressing her proud, round tits. Her nipples looked blood-red in the foggy glow. She turned and walked onto the soft trimmed green carpet of the lawn.

Tom followed. He wanted to feel those magnificent breasts against his chest. He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked. Janet's round ass seemed to wink at him as she teetered across the lawn. He pulled off his shirt.

Janet stopped to take off her high heels. Tom saw a brief wink of creamy buttocks and a trace of the dark cleft under her skirt.

The buildings were hidden in the fog. Baritone horns blew deep, regular notes. A soft, grey light surrounded the couple. Janet dropped her shoes and turned to face Tom again.

Her rosy-tipped breasts gleamed a pure, unsullied white in the foggy light. Her hands went to the fastener at the side of her skirt. Tom moved to touch her, and she shook her head. Janet opened the waist of the short red skirt and let it fall to the grass. She stepped out of it and Tom was dazzled.

The curvaceous redhead wore nothing but a crimson garter belt and sheer stockings under her dress. Her pubis showed a juicy curve under the thin, fine hair of her cuntal nest. Her soft belly smoothed down to elegantly rideable hips. Lush, full thighs met all the way down to her knees. The dark bands of her stocking tops set off the even, creamy tones of her skin.

Tom undid his pants. He kicked out of them. The night air cooled the lusty sweat that sprang up on his aroused body. Tom folded Janet in his arms.

Her cool, Creamy skin was soft. The gentle curve of her belly touched the length of his cock. Janet was softer outside than many women's pussies would ever be. The coral tips of her nipples warmed his chest like two glowing candles.

Janet looked up into his face. "Please, take me now, take me," she whispered. Her open lips invited a hard, savage kiss.

Tom's lips and teeth mashed down on her mouth. His tongue lanced into her, and her wet, red. tissues sucked at it. The woman leaned backward and Tom followed.

The damp grass under them didn't chill the couple's lusty heat at all. Janet broke the kiss and whispered, "Please! I'm ready for it now!"

Her legs were wide open. Janet rolled her hips upward, presenting her wet honey pot to his long, thick cock. She reached under her belly and guided the head into the tender, open mouth of her pussy. She made soft, groaning sounds as the prick head slid into her.

Janet strained to open her cuntal well to Tom's virile staff. The air around filled with the warm, fresh scent of her red-haired pussy. The wet oven of her flesh stretched slowly around the welcome intruder.

Tom gasped with pleasure. The steamy readiness of her runt was incredible. He'd felt the sensuous walls of many pussies, but Janet's cuntal caress was superb. Her hips seemed to divide to urge his cock in.

He slid home in the exquisite cunny. The fog muffled the sounds around them. All Tom's attention centered in the slurping contact of her flesh and his. He could feel the fine softness of every red hair on Janet's delectable pussy.

Around and around his prick slid. Janet panted under him, cooing with wet delight. The superlative femaleness of her loins engulfed him in a tender anguish. The shared mutual pleasure of their fucking laid every nerve bare.

Tom felt little razors of feeling slicing away the skin of his cock. The barrier between his body and Janet's dissolved and he was lost in the deep cup of her loins.

Suddenly, Bill Green screamed out of the fog, "Get the fuck away from my wife!" He ran full tilt at the couple and flailed at Tom with wind milling fists.

Tom jerked his cock out of Janet's pussy. He rolled across the wet grass. Who the hell is this lunatic? he thought, curling up to protect his balls from the man's heavy-shod feet. What the fuck is happening?

Bill aimed a last kick at Tom's back. His sole grazed Tom's ribs. "Come on, goddammit! Move your fuckin' ass, woman!" He yanked the naked redhead's arm, pulling her to her feet. She stumbled, reaching for her castoff skirt. Bill yanked her upright, scooped up the halter, and dragged her off into the fog.

Tom grabbed his pants and sprinted after them. He remembered the redhead's name now. Bill Green. William Green?W.G. That was his glove! That sonofabitch has Peggy! I shouldn't have fallen for that road's cunty trick!

Tom ran to the parking lot. He saw Bill's dark-blue van pull out of a space and 'come toward him. He ducked behind a row of cars. The van swerved and bounced off of a fender, swinging wide out of the lot. The noise was like immense trashcans slung viciously together.

Tom yanked his pants over his rapidly wilting cock. He had seen the van's license plate, but even without that he could identify it. How many dark blue vans are there around with one headlight smashed? He thought. He met the club security guard running up from his booth by the dock.

Peggy felt revulsion building inside her. Raoul lay on his back under her, his artificially maintained hard-on impaling her. The slender brunette sneered inside as he took the preferred wineglass from Sherry.

Jesus! She looks at him like a lovesick cow! I mean, he knows how to turn a girl on, but why in the world should I have to stay on his ugly old prick while he eats his midnight snack?

Raoul's face still glistened with Sherry's cuntjuice. It had been the blonde's fondling while Raoul had them both simultaneously that had revolted Peggy. She had loved the new, marvelously sustained sensations in her pussy, but Raoul must have felt her getting dry. He wouldn't let her stop. He lay on his back, eating big titted Sherry's cunt and moving his prick around inside Peggy's sore pussy.

Peggy heard the van squeal to a stop in the alley outside. The doors slammed, and Raoul scowled. "Why are those two fools making that noise?"

One of the doors opened and slammed against the wall. Janet shrieked, "Come on. Get up, get dressed! That goddamn husband of mine got the cops coming after us right now!"

Peggy braced her knees on the table and pulled off of Raoul's cock. She swung around hitting Sherry's slack-jawed face with her shin. The little brunette fell when she hit the floor but she scrambled on her rubbery legs.