Malibu Beach House

The day started off like any other day for me except I was in California. I was awakened by the sunrise and the sound of the waves rolling up to the Malibu Beach Home. A friend offered his home to me and I decided to take a little vacation. First time in a long time I had woke up without a beautiful woman to make love too. I rose from the bed and went out on the balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean – the same thoughts began to haunt me again—how come I had not bought a beach house.. I took a deep breath and stared into the Pacific horizon – the warmth of sun and sounds of the ocean intoxicated me-the warm ocean breeze.

I meet Sherilynn yesterday at small restaurant in town, we shared lunch and some light conversation. When we parted I invited her to come out to the beach house. The ride in the car had stretched her undergarments into odd positions. Sherilynn peeked around to make sure no one was looking, and then bent over to run her hands over her silky stockings. She checked them for any runs then hiked her skirt up and tugged the stockings back into place. She checked her garters and then pulled her skirt as low as it would go. For a brief moment anyone that could see her would have caught a wonderful show, but no one was around and Sherilynn’s brief indecency was over.

She caught another glimpse of the movement inside the house. Assured that someone was home she quickened her pace and knocked on the door.

A man, Mr. Malone she assumed, opened the door. Sherilynn’s eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened, all Mr. Malone was wearing was a white bath towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Her cheeks flushed and she let out her breath in a soft sigh ” ooooohhhh,” to keep her self from saying “Oh my!” His bare chest was hard and his rigid abs were clearly defined. She couldn’t help but stare at my chest and flat stomach. The towel was wrapped low around my waist and Sherilynn admired the definition of my cut, lower abs. She often fantasied about men built like this. She dreamed of them taking her, roughly having sex with her, then leaving. But those were just fantasies. She wanted to leave. For now, Mr. Malone would be some nice eye candy.

While Sherilynn ogled me, I took a good look at her. My eyes danced all over her body resting on her breasts momentarily only to flick back to her creamy legs. She noticed my stare and she became uncomfortable. The men at work had attempted to casually undress her with their eyes. I was striping her with mine. An awkward pause fell over them.”Excuse me, Mr. Malone,” Sherilynn said, finally breaking the silence, “if now is not a good time…” “Um… Yes.” I said, coming out of my daze. “I’m sorry, now is fine.” ” Sherilynn, please step inside? I’d like to change into some clothes.”

“Ah…” Sherilynn paused. “Please, it will only take a moment. The couch is more comfortable then standing in heels.” I gestured to her feet and she had to admit that she’d rather sit down. She nodded consent and stepped in as I held the door for her. The front room was clean, and there was a large leather couch to sit on. Suddenly Sherilynn regretted her decision because when she sat down her skirt would ride up quite a bit!

The front door was closed and when she heard the dead bolt lock Sherilynn felt she may have more problems then a pesky skirt. ” Let’s tour the house.” I said. Sherilynn stood up, I placed my arm around her waist. She tried to pull away, I tightened my grip as forced her to walk out of the front room.
She couldn’t get her footing as she was dragged through the house.