The Seduction of Molly Brown (The Aloha Stories) (2 page)

Molly
kicked her feet and pushed her head above the waves to see where her beach was
and to find her clothes. The shore looked very similar no matter where she
looked. She was pretty sure she knew where she had entered the water so she
started swimming towards that point on the shore. When she got into the shallow
water she stood up. She still did not see her clothes right away but the sun
was setting and she did not think anything of it. She stood in the surf line
naked with water dripping off her firm breasts and body looking at the rocks for
her clothes. That was when she heard a young man’s voice.

“Do
you need a towel?”

~~~

Holy
shit!
She thought. Sitting cross-legged on a beached surfboard
about twenty feet in front of her was a handsome young-blonde kid about her own
age.
How do I explain this?

But
then, another thought entered her mind. What if she did something that was totally
out of character for her but would be in character for Lily?
What if I just
play this off and don’t act embarrassed at all…like swimming naked is something
I do here every day?

Molly
stared at the young man's upturned face and saw an embarrassed, though clearly
aroused look in his eyes.
He wants me. He wants me badly.

Okay
,
she thought,
this wasn't what I planned for tonight but there's no time like
the present to start living in the moment.

Then,
Molly walked straight ahead towards the young man in a confident and unashamed
way. She did not try to cover her naked body and felt her firm breasts slightly
sway and jiggle as she crossed the sand to stand directly in front of him.

The
young man might have expected many different things to have happened but this
was certainly not one of them. He jumped to his feet from where he had been
sitting so smugly on his surfboard and stumbled backwards against the hard lava
rock wall as if he were being chased by wild dogs. He began to stammer.
"I'm not a perv," he said. "I was just sitting here watching the
sunset. I wasn't spying on you or anything..."

Molly
was somewhat amused by the way he was acting. He certainly wasn't a pervert. In
fact, she was the one who was acting like a pervert if anyone was. But she
thought,
What the hell?
No one would ever know what she was about to do,
because this kid was obviously a tourist who was surfing and hanging out but
who would be heading back to the mainland before you knew it. After all, she
had no intention of telling him who she was and imagined she would never see
him again. One crazy fling was all she was after and then she would have started
living her life more in the moment and less according to anyone else's set of
rules.

She
looked up at the freaked-out young man who was standing trapped against the
lava wall in a small alcove about five feet in front of her. He clearly had no
idea what to make of the situation. Molly surmised that nothing like this had
ever happened to him before nor was it likely to ever happen to him again. His
eyes were darting around as if he were looking for an escape route. Molly
figured she had better do something fast or he would bolt past her and either
run down the beach or dive into the ocean to get away from the crazy naked girl.

I'm
doing this
, she thought. Molly stepped forward quickly and
dropped to her knees in front of the boy, reached up, and swiftly pulled his
board shorts down around his ankles. While he might have been confused and a
little bit frightened at having a beautiful naked young girl step from the
ocean in front of him, that didn't mean his body wasn't responding or working
correctly. When Molly yanked his shorts down, his erect cock sprang forward and
nearly hit her in the face. The boy stopped stammering and leaned back against
the wall as if he'd been hit in the chest by a big wave.

Molly
had seen erections before in books, online, and during her one disappointing
sexual encounter. She had even discussed how to give a blowjob to a boy with Lily,
who seemed to be an expert in the procedure. Molly remembered the one thing
Lily had told her to do was to just get into it, as if the particular cock you
had in front of you was the most wonderful object you had ever seen and your
sole purpose in life was to kiss, lick, and suck it. So that is exactly what
Molly did.

She
moved forward, grasping the young man's hips firmly with her hands and pulling her
body in closer. Then she leaned in and licked his cock slowly from his ball
sack, along the shaft of his throbbing erection to the swollen tip of his
penis. When her tongue got to the end of his penis and she took the head of his
cock into her mouth, he let out an involuntary moan. Now she knew she was doing
the blowjob right – just like Lily said. Lily was a genius, obviously. Molly
pulled the young man’s hips closer to her face and engulfed his cock in her wet
mouth, taking the whole shaft inside her mouth and caressing him gently with her
tongue.

She
heard him mumble something, but she was so intent on sucking his cock, that she
had no idea what he was saying. He could have been reciting the preamble to the
Constitution for all she knew. Her awareness was completely on giving him the
best blow job she could give. Lily’s advice was good. Molly was totally into
it, and of course, the effect on her body was intense as well. She realized that
her nipples were aching, and that her pubic hair was wet -- and not just from her
swim in the warm Pacific Ocean. She wanted him inside of her like she had never
wanted anything else before.

Molly
felt the boy’s hips rhythmically pushing into her as she ran her mouth up and
down his cock. She felt the small jerks of his stiff member and tasted the
tangy, salty, pre-cum, dripping from his rock hard penis. She wanted him inside
of her and suddenly she was worried he would cum before he was able to fuck
her.

~~~

Molly
pulled her mouth away from the young man's cock. She did this reluctantly
because she really was into the blowjob but her pussy was aching to have him making
love to her. She hadn't expected to feel this way but it was what it was. She’d
thought she would tease him and give him a blowjob but now she wanted him
pounding his cock into her – she wanted him badly. She looked up into his face
and he still looked somewhat stunned although she could tell he was enjoying
this as much as she was.

Not
wanting him to get away, she reached up and grasped his wet and stiff cock with
her right hand and rose from her knees while pivoting to the right and bending
over at the waist. She deftly threaded her left hand between her legs and
grasped his stiff member so she could guide it into her pussy as she bent
forward.

He
moaned again, a sound of immense pleasure mixed with disbelief. She imagined he
was thinking this was some kind of dream, or perhaps he was mulling over the
probability that a mermaid had emerged from the sea to have her way with him.
Molly almost giggled out loud thinking of him imagining her as some kind of
sea-nymph, but then her world exploded when he thrust his throbbing cock
completely inside of her.
Oh my goddess!

She
had no idea sex could feel this good. This was what Lily was always raving
about: sex that was free, wild, and unpredictable. As he pounded into her from
behind she could no longer think straight. She just pushed back into him and matched
the rhythm of his frantic thrusts into her. She could hear his breathing and
feel his balls slapping against her tight ass as she took him deeper and deeper
into her. She was braced against a lava rock with her outstretched right arm,
and she threw her left hand back to grasp him by the arm. She guided his hand
toward her hair, encouraging him to pull on her damp, dark tresses as he
plunged his hot, throbbing cock into her with an increasing rhythmic force.

This
is so good! I never want this to stop!
She saw the stars above
the ocean brightening as the sky darkened, and with each thrust she imagined
these stars bursting. Her breathing was coming in little gasps and she felt the
orgasm building in her wet pussy as the boy rammed into her faster and faster.
Then, it was as if she was going over a cliff and she lost awareness of
everything around her. At that exact moment he released her hair and grabbed
onto her hips and thrust into her three times…deeper, deeper, and deeper. She
felt the explosion of his hot cum burst into her vagina with a final thrust
that actually lifted her off the ground momentarily. She would have fallen if
he had not been gripping her hips so firmly with his pelvis literally welded tight
against her firm ass.

Oh
my God! Why have I not been doing this all year? What was I afraid of?

She
felt his body behind her slacken after the release of his hot cum. It felt so
good to have his wetness inside of her she didn’t want him to pull out, but she
could also sense his confusion returning. This made her feel even better because
none of this made sense and the only one who really knew what was going on was
her. This sense of knowing made her feel powerful -- in charge. She pushed back
into him three or four more times gently sliding her still tingling vagina up
and down his cock. Then, she pulled away from his penis and pivoted again to
face him.

"Who
are you?" He said. "I mean, what are you?" The boy stared quizzically
down at her face.

Molly
realized that this was the moment of truth. She could speak to him, give him
her name, and maybe they could have some kind of relationship…or, she could say
nothing and slip away and remain his fantasy forever. She was excited by the
power she felt as a woman who was the only one in the sexual pairing that
really knew what had happened on the beach. She threw herself against his body,
pressing her warm, still erect nipples against his tanned chest. She reached down
with her right hand and grasped his cock, which was still semi-erect. Then she
pushed him up against the rock hard. Still holding his penis she rose up on her
tip toes to kiss him passionately on the mouth. His arms when around her
shoulders and he pulled her into him even tighter. This felt good, but the
power she was feeling as a
mysterious sea-nymph
felt even better. She
then pulled away from him, dropped to her knees and gently and lovingly kissed
him on the tip of his penis. Then she rose and spun quickly away and sprinted
to the ocean to dive beneath the waves.

~~~

Molly
swam underwater for as long as she could. She went further offshore and then
lateral to where he had been on the beach. She surfaced for a breath now and
then but tried to stay underwater and hidden, which was easy in the fading
light. Once she thought she heard him calling out to the
mermaid
he'd
just met. Molly swam 200 yards to the north of where she had met the young man
and then angled into the beach. Sure enough, she found her running shoes and
the rest of her clothes exactly where she had left them.

She
quickly slipped on her panties, shorts and jog bra, and then scrambled off the
beach and into the vegetation above. Then she sat down and put her shoes back
on and jogged slowly back to her house. As she ran she glanced around once or
twice to make sure she did not accidentally happen upon the young man from the
beach. She never saw him, which was exactly the way she wanted it to be.

When
Molly made it home, she slipped her shoes off on the lanai and then stripped
and dropped her clothes by the door before walking into her house. She went up
to her room, took a long hot shower, and then ran a bubble-bath to soak and
think about what had happened. Before getting into the bubble-bath she grabbed
some candles and lit them, turned off all of the lights in her room, and
started some music on her
iPod
stereo. Relaxing there in the warm tub
with
Enya
playing and the candles lit she thought back about what she
had done, about the gift she had given to that young man. She re-lived the sex and
she found herself sensually running her hands over her body as she thought
about what she had done and how it had felt.
Wow!

"Well,"
she said to herself. "I'm not sure if I will ever do anything as crazy as
that again, but I sure am glad I did it once." But even as Molly said this
to herself, she knew that she'd found a secret pleasure she probably could not
really live without. She also knew that this would remain her secret, her
private domain that she would never share with anyone. To share it would be to
lose its power.

Molly
wondered about the boy…about who he was and what he thought about what had
happened on the beach. Would he tell anyone? Or would he understand that it was
something special that had passed between the two of them, and that by keeping
it secret he could hold onto the experience forever?

~~~

The
next day Molly awoke to Lily knocking on the back door of her house. She went
downstairs and saw Lily standing there. Lily was wearing a very cute yellow
bikini top she had bought up on the North Shore in Haliewa. She also had a
wraparound skirt on, the kind she always wore when she was heading to the
beach.

"You
ready to head to the beach today, Mol?"

Molly
smiled, thinking about what had happened yesterday on Sunset Beach.

"Yes,
the beach sounds great. In fact, I went for a swim yesterday and it was the
most amazing swim of my life."