 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Vic at on 08.11. at 22:18:15 Hey- nice to see some activity on the board! Our c0mputer is still twitchy, so I don't get online as often as I'd like.As I mentioned a while back, last August Marie & I got taken to Hawaii by my brother (the successful one of us) and had a couple of good erotic adventures. One night about 3 a.m. we snuck out for a drive, wound up at a totally empty beach just as the tide was turning to c0me back in. (just the DRIVE was wonderful- in a convertible rental car!) We were taking a risk of being seen, but not THAT much. We walked pretty far out on a sand bar in the beautiful inlet. The moon was a little over half, and there was a delightful steady mild breeze. Marie was in black tights (footed) with white leather Bloch slippers, NOTHING on up top except a VERY sheer red whispy wrap-type top! I was in all black- leo (footless) with black leather Blochs. The sand was packed surprisingly hard, allowing Marie to execute a few leaps and turns, arms outstretched to the Pacific trade breezes. The front of her sheer top caught the wind, and sure enough, it whipped right open, her proud breasts awash in silver moonlight. If I live to be 100, I doubt I'll ever see a more lovely sight! It was then we realized the tide was coming in, and the basically flat sand bar was going to have waves working their way over it in no time! We made our way back towards shore (not too far- 150 yards maybe) and discovered that our retreat was cut off by a low area that the tide had filled in first, a small channel perhaps 8-10 feet wide, maybe a foot deep. All we could do was back up, hold hands, and take a running leap to make it across! Well ALMOST across. Track stars, we ain't. We fell backwards on our butts in the clear, mild water, laughing and squealing, our hearts pounding all the harder. We got up, and made our way back to the tree line, where erosion had exposed the gnarly roots of several large trees. I had Marie grab a couple of 'em like they were parallel bars, knelt down and pulled her soaked tights down to her ankles. I pulled my leo (tank top type) down below my waist, stepped between her legs, lifted her up so her feet could perch on another root, and entered my beloved. The pumping, the pauses and teases, it was SO great! "Make me c0me, you monster!" she exclaimed. Her next gasp told me that she had, and I instantly joined her.It was a real memory, something to cherish for years to c0me. I doubt very much we'll ever have another trip as good as this one, but this was a treat that can never be taken away from us.Best wishes, Vic Answers to this message:
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