A further encounter from the anonymous author, which I publish on his behalf.
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For LL
This 'story' LL can tell itself, pretty much, in the photos that follow. It's a shame that in all these blogs, you can't see the faces or expressions.
But first a little background.
West Coast USA was the location, a few years back - my fifth (or was it fifteenth) trip up the coast from SF to Seattle - eventually. I had headed out of San Francisco on 101, stopping a fair bit to take in the towns on the way. I wasn't in any hurry at all. In fact, by mid afternoon I had only made it to Santa Rosa, a town on 101.
I had a late lunch in a fairly informal place, as I recall, but the sun was shining, the hire car was good and I was looking forward to my journey, intending to cut across to Route 1 around Jenner, then onto the Redwood National Park. It was while I was pondering this, and also talking to my daughter back home, that Emma took a seat opposite me on the next table. I didn't know her as Emma at that point. In fact, I didn't know her at all.
I didn't meet all the passing women in my life in restaurants and I didn't interact with Emma at this point. Spending part of the afternoon moseying around the town I headed into a coffee place for a drink and got in line for a coffee. Then I was tapped on the shoulder...
It was the woman from the restaurant - Emma. She said we seem to be bumping into each other today - I agreed and seeing she was alone suggested she join me with her drink, a cappuccino. She agreed and we took a table by the window, as I recall.
Once again the fact I was English, she said had a 'cut glass accent (then), seemed to fascinate and attract her despite our age difference. It transpired she was hiking/hitching her way up to Oregon and Washington State via the redwoods. I told her I was heading over to Jenner on 1 in the morning and asked would she like a lift. She agreed and we chatted for quite a while about her travels and mine. Some of my life story and some of her somewhat shorter one. Then we parted. I got dinner and had an early night.
The following morning I pulled into the parking lot where she was staying, heaved her stuff into the trunk alongside mine and we headed off on a lovely sunny Californian morning.
She was wearing a tee shirt top and denim shorts. Try as I might I couldn't help looking right from time to time to admire her long tanned legs...and she knew it. That aside we talked and talked, played some C & W on the radio and then reached Jenner and stopped to pick up some stuff for a picnic further up the coast. There are two islands offshore at Jenner and while Emma was picking up a couple of drinks I stood looking out at Penny Island.
Having stretched our legs a bit, we drove off up 1 once more. Several hours later in the early afternoon we stopped. The road was a lot nearer the ocean and we decided to find a sandy beach and have our lunch. Any one who has driven the western coast road will know it is a real switchback of a road and not for those who get car sick. Fortunately neither of us did.
We left the car on the side of a logging road and headed toward the sea which was close by. We hit the top of the small cliffs and below us was a sandy cove. Emma suggested we move a little further south and after a short while we hit upon yet another beach well hidden from the road and the first cove we had come to. We climbed down. There was no well worn pathway,so it appeared a little used or visited place.
There was, as is the case along that coast, a fair bit of driftwood on the shore. Most of it washed down there by rivers and storms then washed up on the beach again by the ocean. We found a clear area and sat down in the lee of the bank adjoining the shore, for our lunch. It was just right - warm and with a light breeze. Isolated, but really not by much, other than a small rocky headland. The smell of salt from the ocean and pine from the forest, behind and above us, made it a perfect spot.
We unpacked lunch and ate. Apart from a few seabirds, we were totally alone on that beach, in late summer, some 8 years ago.
After lunch we lay side by side on the sand chatting. Emma put her right hand in my left and I squeezed her hand gently. She turned on her side and then leaned over and kissed me and...I kissed her back and put my arms around her. She said that was nice and now she was going for a dip in the sea. She slipped her denim shorts off to reveal some very feminine and lacy panties and a pretty good looking ass!
Rather provocatively, she then sat on a nearby tree trunk and started to remove her tee shirt. I had already realized that she wasn't wearing a bra, but I wasn't sure when she had removed it. Probably at a comfort stop we made an hour or two earlier. She pulled the tee over her head posing for my camera as she did so, then as it cleared her head she turned to face me revealing a pair of superb boobs
The panties didn't leave a lot to the imagination either. She turned sideways on and smiled at me then said, join me. I didn't need any further invitation as she slipped off her panties and made for the sea. I too slipped off all my clothes, shirt, shorts and underwear.
She had her back to me as she fixed her hair in to a pony tail and headed for the sea., pausing by the water's edge, waiting for me, as I took quite a few more shots of her.
Then I followed that beautiful body into the surf. By now the sun was fully out and the water was sparkling, if somewhat cool. We swam out a few yards and then embraced in the water. she put her arms around my neck and pressed her body against me. Then with the buoyancy afforded by the sea let her legs rise up and wrapped them around my waist. Of course that meant her legs were open wide The sea generally has the opposite effect on my member, but with those legs wrapped around me it was well and truly proud and Emma's lips were parted...all of them.
We enjoyed the moment for some time, kissing as the occasional wave splashed over us. Eventually, we headed for shore hand in hand and lay naked in the sun while we dried off. Not a soul or sound, apart from sea birds could be heard or seen. It was idyllic, and neither of us spoke for some time.
Then Emma said, take my picture....lots of them. So I did as she posed on the beach and with that log that started our time on this remote shore.
The photos above catch that time, but they are not all of them. then she approached me with hand across her stomach and just under her great breasts. Her demeanor more serious now.
She wanted to make love on the beach and could see that my interest wasn't just confined to my eyes. She teased me by displaying her pussy from front and...back.
Around the point in the following photo, I put the camera down and Emma stood up and bent over holding onto that log. I brush the sand off her butt and she guided my right hand round so it lay just over her clit with my right hand I explored her pussy from the rear. The more I did the more she opened her legs. She was very wet. She arched her back and I was able then to give her clit full attention, while my fingers slid smoothly into her pussy from the rear.
She climaxed with a shudder and a cry and I enhanced her pleasure by moving both my hands to her breasts and caressing playing and squeezing them. She loved it!
From then on we enjoyed each other as she lay back on the sand, opened her legs wide and guided me into her. Without being overly graphic, it was great for both of us. In some ways she was a bit of a nymphomaniac.
Having laid on the beach embracing each other in the sun...and kissing and caressing. She went to the log once more, bent over and placed her hands on it. The invitation was to take her from behind and so I placed my hands on her hips as she spread her legs as wide as she could. She was ready for me, and me for her. I played with her clit and felt her tensing. Inside me please, she said...now! I obliged and slid inside her without difficulty. Hard and fast was her next request and one that I fulfilled. She held onto the log with difficulty and my occasional glances saw her boobs moving around rapidly as I slammed into her. Her cries were almost loud enough to drown out the gulls but softened by the surf crashing on the shore. Afterwards we both said that the crashing surf was quite sexy to see as we made love.
I felt her 'getting there'. Signaled by her body and her cries. Then she did, and climaxed forcefully. I wasn't quite finished and continued bringing her additional pleasure and moans then I emptied myself fully inside her. I withdrew. She stood and I wrapped my arms around her then moved my hands onto her boobs and played with them, caressing and squeezing. She turned pressed her body fully against mine wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed long and lingering.
There was, thankfully, no sign of any human activity. We splashed into the surf and cleaned up That beach will always hold a special place in my memory. As you might surmise from this narrative, that memory is as fresh in my mind today as it was 10 years ago.
From the beach we headed back over the headland and back to the car. We weren't going to make the Redwoods that day so we found a comfortable but older motel where we spent the night....together.
The next day we headed for the Redwood National Forest and eventually from there to Grant's Pass back on I-5 and by then in Oregon. Emma was headed for Seattle - me for Portland. I dropped her off in Portland a couple of days later.
We still have occasional contact via email, but both our lives have moved on. I stayed over in Portland, visited relatives but didn't stay with them and spent time revisiting Mount Hood, Multnomah Falls and the Columbia River Gorge over a period of two weeks. I wasn't entirely alone for that fortnight, but that's another tale...
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Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos taken by the narrator are copyright. ©
