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I Spent a Weekend Being a Cock-Tease to a Guy Convinced I Was a Lesbian. Am I Bad Or Evil?
It was so much fun teasing my handsome neighbor at the nude beach, at home & at work! [My Sex Life Diary]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
On the first Thursday of April, my girlfriend Madison gave me a brand new 4x4. After spending the night at her beach house, I ran into my handsome neighbor after driving back to my condo on Friday morning. I invited him for my Jeep’s first real test drive on Saturday. He accepted. Poor guy! If only he knew…
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We hadn’t set a time to meet, and I didn’t have his phone number, so I went knocking on his door around 10 AM on Saturday morning. He seemed ready to go. I think he had been waiting for me for a while, and that made me feel good.
I was also ready to go, so we went straight to the parking lot, jumped into my brand-new Jeep, and left. I took the 95 and headed North. I had a plan but acted as if I was improvising and asked him questions about the 4x4 so he could be mansplaining stuff to me!
We gave each other a summary of who we were. I realized I didn’t even know his name before hitting the road! For the purpose of my intimate sex life reports, let’s call him Romeo because he was Italian of origins, and I like stereotypes, I guess!
And I wanted him to be my Romeo. I’ve had plenty of wild sex in the last couple of years, but no boyfriend yet in South Florida. I felt bad for him because, in all truth, I wanted a boyfriend simply to live some of my wicked fantasies. But I quickly brushed this good girl's thoughts aside. Nobody forced him to get into my Jeep, I thought to myself, laughing internally.
I kept driving North on 95, and we kept chatting. We really hit it off! We never ran out of topics, which is not something I was used to. My prior boyfriends had been mute more often than anything else!
He asked me about my “Ferrari friend”. That’s how he called Madison because he had seen us kissing next to her husband’s car in the parking lot. He clearly wanted to confirm whether or not I was a lesbian. I played along and made sure that all of my answers pointed to me being into women only.
The funny thing is… I had the feeling that the more I made it clear that I was into Madison, the more his eyes wanted to devour me. Men!
He asked me a couple of times how far I was planning on driving, but I always ignored the question. Then at Stuart, I said, “Let’s go to the beach!” while taking the exit for the 76.
“Hmm… I didn’t bring anything!” he exclaimed.
I looked at him and smiled. Then when we crossed through the town of Stuart, he asked that we stop somewhere to buy a bathing suit.
“Nevermind! There’s a nude beach nearby.”
That shut him down, all right! You should have seen his face. I had to literally bite my lips not to laugh.
He was still silent by the time we pulled into the Blind Creek Beach parking lot. I wanted to leave my shoes in the car — I was wearing sexy heels. But that parking lot is on gravel and not friendly to bare feet! So we headed to the beach just the way we were.
I removed my shoes once we reached the beach. As I always do, I walked to the water's edge, although most people stay near the bushes for reasons that remain a mystery to me. I flipped my dress over my head, making me nude instantaneously. He was standing next to me, immobile. I casually rolled my dress and put it on top of my shoes, then ran into the ocean.
The sea had been rough all week except for Friday and that Saturday. Luck was on my side!
“Come on!” I yelled at him.
He took off his shirt, his shoes, then his shorts, exposing his underwear. He stopped there, staring at me. For a moment, I thought he was gonna run in with his underwear, which is an absolute no-no for a man on a nude beach. But he eventually pulled them down, letting his cock spring out.
Even from afar, I could see that his penis was not in a resting position. He ran to the water, seeming to hide his hard-on. It was so much fun to watch!
I splashed him, then jumped on his back, pressing my boobs against his skin. We crashed underwater together, then resurfaced, laughing. He was fun to talk to and fun to play with! Maybe he could be more than a piece of meat to live some fantasies. He was also muscular with big, powerful arms, which is important to me because I like it when a man is capable of grabbing me and flipping me around in bed to whatever position he wants me in.
And then, when we got out of the water, I could confirm that he was well endowed. How come I had never noticed that neighbor before? His erection was gone, though, presumably because of the relatively cold (for us Floridians) ocean water.
We didn’t have towels, so I simply lay on the sand, on my back, so he could see my tits and my pussy. He looked at me for a few seconds, then matched what I had done. We resumed the conversation we were having during the first part of our trip up Interstate 95.
He is the manager of an Italian restaurant owned by his dad, who lives in New York. The condo is also his dad’s.
“I love Italian!” I said.
“Italian… Food?” he asked.
“And women!” I added, watching his reaction. I was having fun with him. He thought he had no chance with me, and yet, I could tell he was longing for me.
Every time we switched sides, we first went in the water to brush off the sand. I would brush it off his back, and he would do it on my back. It seemed to me that he was caressing my back more than cleaning it, though, and I played along, letting him do it for as long as he wanted.
Eventually, I asked him to come for a walk with me. Normally, I would have analyzed naked cocks, but I kept playing the role of a lesbian. I never looked at other men but stared at the women we crossed paths with, even if staring is not appropriate.
He walked half a step behind me. No matter how slowly I went, he remained slightly behind me, with his eyes plunging onto my boobs and, sometimes, my ass.
Shortly after we started the walk, his cock stiffened. I laughed and ran into the water. He followed, and that took care of it again.
We were at the nude beach for a couple of hours when I said it was time to head back down because Blind Creek Beach is more than a 2-hour drive from my place.
We walked to the car naked, putting our shoes on just before getting on the gravel. I put my dress on, then jumped onto the passenger seat while he was still getting dressed. Men have too many pieces of clothing! I only had one piece to put on. He had three.
“Wanna drive?” I asked.
“Sure!” he said, getting into the driver’s seat. He was beaming, in fact. Men like to feel needed!
About halfway down, I pushed the top of my dress down to my waist and brushed my boobs and belly.
“I don’t know if I have more sand or more salt!” I laughed. He had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road, and I was finding it gratifying. I kept my boobs out for a while, playing with them casually.
It really felt good to be wanted so much. Are all men like that with lesbians?
As we were getting close to our condo building, I mentioned I was hungry and suggested we go to his Italian restaurant. He objected because he wouldn’t be able to relax if he stepped foot in there, he said. So I suggested the restaurant bar at the Dania Beach pier. I had suggested his restaurant as an excuse to bring up the topic of dinner because otherwise, I bet he would not have dared invite a lesbian out.
“We need a quick shower first!” I stated.
He parked my Jeep, gave me the keys, and I followed him to his condo, which is right next to mine. He didn’t say a word when I walked in behind him, removed my shoes, and undressed before jumping into his shower. There was no logical reason for me to use his shower instead of mine, but he was either subdued or didn’t want to question what I was doing!
I walked out of the shower, drying my nude body with a towel. He stepped in. I waited for him in the living room, casually sitting naked on his couch. When he joined me, he was dressed.
“Ready?” I said while jumping off the couch and sliding my dress on.
By the way, the pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is in there.We had a great time on the back terrace of the restaurant bar at the pier. He had mojitos. I had margaritas. We both had sushi.
I found out that he normally works at his restaurant on Saturday but had taken a day off just because I had invited him for a ride in my new Jeep. I had power over that poor guy! His days off are usually Tuesday and Wednesday.
Toward the end of the dinner, I specifically focused on talking about Madison and how much I missed her. I explained to him that she was married and I could only have sex with her when her husband was out of town. That got him speechless again. It was the traditional case of a young woman falling for a married person, except that, in my case, it was a married woman, not a man. He clearly didn’t know what to say to that, and I found it charming and entertaining! I’m bad, I know.
While heading back to our condos, I acted sad. And as he unlocked his door, I said that I could use a warm body to sleep with and walked in. I moved as if I were a bit inebriated, threw my dress on the floor, struggled to remove my shoes, then crashed into his bed, pushing the sheets over but not covering my body.
By barely cracking my eyes open, I could see him standing next to the bed, staring up and down my body. I swear I could feel his eyes projecting intense sexual desire onto my skin, from my toes to my tits! It got me wet! It’s a good thing men can’t readily see when we are sexually aroused.
When he got into bed on his side, I turned around to place my head on his shoulder, my hand on his chest, and my leg over his leg high enough to brush against his testicles. I kept pretending to be drunk. I could feel his cock getting hard and pre-cum falling on my leg.
In the morning, I got up before him and went back to my condo to catch up on work because I didn’t get a full day’s worth on Friday and… I wanted him to be questioning himself after waking up alone! The more the weekend went on, the evil-er I felt!
At dinner time, after confirming his car was gone, I drove my new Jeep to his restaurant and took a seat at the bar.
Luck was on my side again! The barman was actually an attractive young woman — younger than me but, yes, an adult! I flirted with her while ordering wine and pasta.
I was halfway done with my meal when I saw Romeo walk in from the kitchen. He froze in place when he saw me. I waved at him. He nodded back. But it was only when I asked for the check that he came, took it from me, and said I was his guest. His barwoman seemed surprised and even more so when I quickly thanked him, then put my hand over hers and said: “I hope I get to see you soon!”
He was stunned and, I would say, sad. Yet, he asked me if I needed warmth again for the night. While caressing his barwoman's hand, I said I would be fine, but I thanked him for the prior night, stating that it had helped me.
Then I left the restaurant, wiggling my ass as much as I could for both of them.
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