” He put his hand on my shoulder.I looked at it. “Maybe don’t touch me while we’re naked?”He pulled his hand back. “Oh, sorry. I’ll get ...ressed.”Back into my favorite shirt and jeans, of course. I sighed.My phone rang, and the caller ID indicated that it was my cellular company. “Hello?”A friendly male voice answered me, “Hello, sir, how are you today?”“Fine, thanks. What do you need?” If they were trying to sell me something... “We’re just wanting to confirm your address, sir. A recent letter. I carefully moved toward the waters edge and lay Nancy on the sand just above the waterline without exiting her. I began pumping in and out of her. I started slowly and increasing the pace gradually. Nancy was so tight I didn't want to hurt her. Her moisture increased and I was able to slide more easily. I reached the point of no return and exploded into her. This triggered her orgasm, she clenched my penis, arched her back, and her whole body shuddered beneath me. “Yes, yes, yes,” she shouted.. When she finished she handed the thing to me. She showed me how to use it. She showed me what my clit was and how my head spun when I touched the vibrator to it. It felt good and scary at the same time. More good than scary. Two days later her parents picked her up. When I went to bed that night I discovered that she left the vibrator under my pillow. It doesn’t work anymore but I still have it. Now here I am fifteen years later thinking about another woman as I masturbated. The next day I. She wasn't sure how she should dress for an occasion like this. She had been planning it for weeks, and now that the event was only a few hours away, she was in a horny panic. Her hand shook as she attempted to put on the finishing touches of her mascara, missing and leaving a black smudge on the corner of her eye. "Shit" she muttered to herself, grabbing a piece of toilet paper, and wiping the mark off her face. Exiting the bathroom, she stopped in front of her body-length mirror hanging in.