1. Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea: Part 2.


    Date: 6/15/2016, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: JudyB, Source: xHamster

    The sound of footsteps on the promenade approaching the shelter somehow accelerated the atmosphere within. I turned the page of my textbook and the man quickly turned his head towards the sea. A couple on their late summer's break at the fading resort slowly sauntered past. I took the opportunity to take a break from my reading, I swung round and placed my feet on the ground. I stood up and stretched my body with my arms up in a arc whilst looking out to sea. I tidied my long bob of light brown hair. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see he was regarding my form; all too easy to see through the too thin, blue checked gingham dress, to the dark shadow covering half my torso beneath. I walked into the direct sunlight towards the railings and stepped up onto the lower rail. Looking at the waves crashing onto the beach, a turbulent gust caught my dress, billowing and sending it upward on the breeze until I felt its coolness kiss the bare flesh just above the waistband, the hem of the dress settled briefly there before dropping back over my voluminous navy blue knickers. After several minutes of the wind repeating this movement with colourful variation, I stepped off the rail and returned to the shelter's bench. The man now seemed rather uncomfortable. Perhaps it's that that hard seat! He seemed to have moved a little toward the centre. I sat down and twisted back into my position on the end of the bench, facing him with my knees pulled up and with my sandals placed a foot ...
    apart on the seat. He glanced back at the triangle of navy blue between them as I placed my book onto my lap for reading. I opened the book to find my place. Trembling slightly, I opened the gap between my knees about four inches and let the dress and the book's spine fall in between, knowing the triangle below had morphed to a slightly curved oblong of navy blue. I heard a strange short gurling, half choking noise from my close neighbour. I looked up briefly with some concern but he was looking back out to sea with his hand across his mouth. I went back to the book and flipped a page. He made another glance. Then several longer looks, all to the soft sounds of the waves outside. I appeared to be deep in the contents of my book. Suddenly I heard the clink of loose change followed quickly by a dropping of coins. The man stood up and looked for the ones he had missed. Ready to help, I looked up and leant a little way forward, dropping just one leg towards the ground ready to get up. I saw several roll in my direction. He paused and looked at me, his gaze alternating between my face and the now wide open navy knickered crutch under the dress's tightened hem between my outstretched knees. He gestured with a wave of his weathered hand. &#034No... no.. please stayexactlywhere you are. &#034 He scrambled down onto his hands and knees, looking around, getting closer and closer towards me, picking up the odd coin until only the top of his head was visible to me over the hem of my dress. I ...
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