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                  <<<<<Orphan Annie's 2nd Adventure>>>>>

     I  don't  know about for all of you down in the  chilly  Bay
Area, but up here the weather was really nice Saturday.  So nice,
in  fact,  that  it  encouraged me to engage  in  another  of  my
exploits.  Not that I planned it, of course.

     I  packed  a lunch and headed for the river,  the  afternoon
being just too hot, even for mint juleps in the back yard.  There
was  some  barbecued chicken and a couple of  Calistogas  in  the
fridge, so I threw them into the cooler with some ice, pulled  on
a  swimsuit  and covered it with some other  clothes,  grabbed  a
towel and a book, and left.

     I  have this favorite unnamed spot by the river,  sandy  but
not  too populated.  You have to know the river roads to find  it
and  I  guess that even though it's a pretty good beach  not  too
many people know about it.  That's an advantage of being a local.
When I parked I knew by the absence of other cars that there were
very  few other people there, and when I walked onto the beach  I
found one couple near the trail back to the cars, another  couple
far down the beach, and this one guy about halfway down.  I'm not
terribly shy, and decided to have a bit of fun.

     He  saw  me coming and I saw him looking me over.   I'm  not
Fawn  Hall,  but  I  get my share of  admiring  looks;  this  was
apparently one of them.  As I walked towards the guy I could  see
he  was  worthy  of some admiring looks himself:   he  was  young
(maybe  23--I never did find out), trim, nicely groomed  and  not
too  hairy.  He also wasn't pasty white--you know, the  way  some
guys  get  who spend too much time at a VDT.  So I  just  set  my
things down sort of near him, but not right next to him, just  to
see how he'd react.  I stood with my back to him as I pulled  off
my shirt, being sure to stretch my back as I did so.  I also made
sure  that  as I spread the towel out I was facing him,  so  that
when  I bent down he could see my tits (not the swimsuit  doesn't
gap THAT much, but he had a nice view of what little there  is!).
I pretended to accidentally pull down my swimsuit bottom a bit as
I  pulled  off my shorts.  Then I laid down and reached  for  the
sunscreen.

     The  sunscreen  makes  me  glisten,  though  I  was  already
beginning  to  do so just from the sun's heat.  I spread  it  all
over, being sure to let him see how I tucked it under my top  and
massaged  my inner thighs.  I lifted first one leg and  then  the
other (a little Jane Fonda workout, here!) as I did the backs  of
the calves.

     Just  as I was finishing my front, my audience got  up  from
his  chair  and walked over--a bit stiffly, as he was  trying  to
hide  a nice erection.  His buns hardly wiggled as  he  walked--a
real nice ass.  He offered to put the oil on my back (men are  SO
predictible!).  Well, I thought I'd let that one linger a bit  as
I opened a Calistoga and gave it a nice suck, and then found  out
his name was Bill, that he had gone to the same JC as I, and that
he was indeed a few years younger than me.  I handed him the  oil
and flipped over onto my stomach.  I reached behind and undid the
knot at my back and asked him to go ahead.

     Bill  has done this before--he warmed the oil in his  hands,
and started rubbing it in smoothly at first, then later  kneading
the muscles.  I always appreciate experienced men!  He stared  at
the  center  of my back, worked his way up to my  shoulders,  and
then came down my sides.  I let him feel a bit of my breasts, but
just the sides.  He worked down to the waistline and then started
on my thighs.  He was giving me nice, long, slippery strokes,  as
he  worked  his hand up to my butt.  He paid a lot  of  attention
there, sliding his hand beneath the suit more than once and  more
than  a  little  distance.  He was enjoying this as  much  as  I,
though it WAS getting to be a bit more than I'd first planned.

     We had been talking but soon that degenerated into a  series
of  murmurs as I just relaxed in the warm sun massaged  by  warm,
knowing  hands with warm oil.  I would have fallen asleep  except
that  my  butt  is  a very sensual place and  I  think  Bill  was
beginning  to  discover  that.   Eventually,  I  reached  for  my
waistband and simply lifted my butt enough to push the bottom  of
my  suit  down a bit; he pulled it the rest of the  way  off  and
finished massaging and oiling all of my bottom.  After awhile  he
sat across the top of my things and began to work my back  again,
but this time very clearly he was reaching around to my front  to
my nipples.  Then he simply lay down on my back and I could  feel
his very hard cock nestled into my crack; it felt fine!

     I opened my eyes and the other couples were not watching  us
at  all.   I had Bill push up for a moment and I rolled  over  to
take him into my arms.  He kissed me gently and I used my lips to
nibble  his.  My legs were together but his cock felt just  fine,
resting  just  above my clit, very clearly a  situation  we  both
wanted to do something about.

     My shirt comes to just below my butt, so I had him reach for
it and we took a walk over to a nearby grove of willows.  You can
imagine  the rest.  After we were through, it was getting  to  be
late afternoon and I let him go--I don't think he ever learned my
name, and I don't know his last name.  But that beach'll never be
the  same, and the willows are now named the "Mr.  Bill  Memorial
Grove"--at least by me.