1. Sarah Redux - Part Four


    Date: 5/29/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: mike8253, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    “Order me a Bloody Mary.” she told me, as the waitress walked toward our table. Sarah read the Inn’s brochure, and I told her a little about the room and what I had observed so far. Having had dinner at the Inn a few months before, she was already familiar with the general layout of the Inn’s interior. But since it was dark out when we had that dinner, she had not had the opportunity to see the Inn’s surroundings. Now, sitting with a drink in her hand, and beginning to relax, she looked out over the beach and rocks, and scanned the horizon, or at least as far as one could see in the misty, light rain. “Will they let you walk out to the end of the jetty?” she asked. I didn’t know the answer to her question, but I could see the gears turning in her mind. Sometime this weekend, we were going to navigate the jetty rocks all the way to the blinking light. Sarah and I retrieved her bags from her car and brought them to the room. She took a quick look around and then ushered me out the door while she took a bath and changed. I returned to the bar, and on the way inquired about walking out on the jetty. “People do it all the time,” I was told by the young man at the front desk. “Just be careful. When the rocks are wet they can be very slippery.” Even as I sat down again at the outdoor bar, I watched two young women make their way over the broad, flat rocks of the jetty, eventually reaching the old rusty, angle-iron tripod at the end, which held the blinking light high above the ...
    jetty. It was near dinner time, and there was more activity at the Inn and both bars than when I had first arrived. I switched my drink to a Bloody Mary. It was served with a bowl of warm, assorted nuts. I proceeded to eat them all, asked for more, and ordered a shrimp cocktail. Sarah was taking her time, and I was hungry. Sarah joined me, wearing a t-shirt, shorts, a navy blue sweater tied around her neck, and sneakers. Make-up had been removed and she seemed more relaxed and playful. It was lobster night at the Inn, so the place was crowded with both locals and visitors. We ate dinner in the family-style dining room, got some tips from the locals as to where to shop and eat, and retired once again to the outdoor bar. It had stopped raining. We watched three or four groups make their way out to the end of the jetty. And we also watched a fog bank way off in the distance, but moving closer. Two men at the table next to us informed anyone who would listen that if the conditions were right, the fog would roll right in and cover the whole coastal area. Sarah wanted to go out on the jetty before the fog reached shore. Getting out to the end of the jetty was not that difficult. The rocks were mainly flat and easy to walk on, although still a bit slippery from the rain. We were surrounded by cold Atlantic Ocean waters, cold enough to make the air at the end of the jetty cool but clammy. And the longer we stayed out on the jetty, the cooler it became; enough so that Sarah had to put on ...
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