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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Me, Him, and TOM (Miami Adventures)

I don’t know what it is about Miami. Maybe it’s the glistening sun, the ocean in the air or all the sexy people walking around half naked. I really don’t know what it is, but something about Miami gets me every time…releases me from whatever LITTLE bit of inhibition I might have regarding sex. As soon as I land at the airport, I am already imagining what kind of trouble I can get into, what sexual adventures my couple days of vacation will afford me.

I’ve gotten into quite a bit of mischief in what’s probably my favorite state right now but I got wet this morning thinking about one particular adventure. I can’t remember which Miami holiday it was…perhaps Carnival perhaps Memorial Day perhaps I just felt like a trip who knows. I had been on the beach all day by myself people watching and waiting for the sand I’d brought to the beach that weekend to get out of bed and come outside and play with me. He finally got up right before dinner and texted meet me at this Italian spot we ate at all the time there. I was still in my bathing suit and cover-up (which was probably just as tight as my bathing suit) but I knew going home to change first would mean another three hours before we left again and I was already starving. We met, ate and then decided to take a walk around for a bit to alleviate some of the fullness we were both feeling from our huge meals. I was pretty much ready to go inside and shower and get some after-dinner dick before it was time to go out for the night but I could tell he was feeling a little more adventurous than to spend another session fucking INSIDE the hotel room.



We decided to stop by this little sex shop we often passed. I had purchased a thong bikini from there during a previous trip and wanted to see if they had another I could buy and wear on the beach the next day. While inside we started joking around looking through the videos and the wall full of dildos on display. I thought about getting another toy but I already had about 3 in the hotel room that we had yet to explore. The guy at the front counter was watching us as we walked up and down the aisles of merchandise. He was the same attendant who’d sold me my thong bikini and I remembered how funny he was, in a dirty old man kind of way. We were getting ready to leave when I noticed a middle aged man come from the back of the store. I had never really looked before but I noticed they had little video booths back there. I got curious and asked the dirty old man with my eyes and a motion with my head if my company and I could go back there together. He shook his head yes and gave me a look that let me know that he would be glad to have me as a guest in his little sex booth. I grabbed my dude’s hand and lead him toward the back of the store. He looked at me and asked what I was up to. As we entered the back area we passed another worker who was standing by the door like the video booth bouncer. There was clearly a sign up that said only one person in a booth a time, but I guess since we were the only people in the store early on a Saturday night they decided to bend the rules a bit. As we passed the video booth bouncer he gave me the same look the guy at the front had given and I wondered what kind of dirty thoughts they were having simultaneously trying to imagine what we were about to do.


We got inside the booth which was the same size as the ones at the mall where you take that strip of self-photos. “Sand to the Beach” put the towel he had in his back pocket on the little seat and I maneuvered myself to sit on his lap. I read the instructions near the TV monitor. Four dollars for four minutes. He squeezed his hands in between my ass and his pocket to retrieve some cash, I choose the type of movie we wanted to watch—one dick two chicks--and put in a five dollar bill. My bathing suit cover-up was a tube top so as soon as the movie clip started he pulled the top down and squeezed both my already hard nipples. Looking at the sex toys in the front had gotten me wet so he was able to pull up the dress and stick his fingers right past my bathing suit bottom into my pussy. I went from 0 to 60 in about 30 seconds. Good thing too, fifty cents. I heard someone opening the door to the booth right next to ours and noticed the little peep window directly to my left. It was closed but when I heard the door to the other booth close and the person inside open their peep window from the other side, I figured why the hell not. I unlatched our window and opened it up. I could see khaki cargo shorts and a pretty hot T-shirt and assumed our peeping Tom was actually a “Tom”. I stood up in front of the opening and dropped the bikini bottom to the floor. I imagined how much cum was probably under my feet and decided to donate that pair to the little sex shop—I was definitely leaving it there. I stood so our neighbor had a direct view of my pulsing clit. As my partner unbuckled his pants and took his dick out I could hear the neighbor fumbling with his belt buckle to do the same. I played with my clit in front of the window a little as dude bent me slightly over and took a few licks of my ass at the same time. We weren’t paying attention to the video any longer and couldn’t hear it over my moans either. Tom had a pretty nice sized dick and I could see him stroking himself to complete hardness as he watched me getting my ass felt up and pussy fingered. I slowly sat down on top of the penis that was in my booth with me and gave Tom a view of my breasts as I caressed them and played with my nipples. I had to take a deep breath as I could feel all 8 plus inches of his dick in the pit of my belly. Once we got used to the position we were in I started riding. We both got loud and as I moaned he started telling me to ride him harder and cum all over his dick. I obliged and after about two minutes my thighs were convulsing and I was indeed doing just that. I was able to open my legs just enough for Tom to see me riding and rubbing my clit at the same time. His dick was solid hard and he was stroking away. I heard him moan and let out a “damn, fuck her” in the process. I was dripping wet. Finally, I told my booth buddy, “I want you to cum on my ass baby.” I went to work riding like a cowgirl. He gripped my titties and pulled me up and down on his dick harder and harder. I looked to my left and just caught the glimpse of Tom making himself cum--all over himself. For some reason, that made my pussy explode again and the grip of my walls made my dude thrust me off his dick and let loose all over my left ass check. After my body shuttered for a few seconds I closed our window so we could clean up and leave. We left our booth before Tom left his, passed the video booth bouncer in the back and I mouthed “thank you” to the attendant at the front. 5 dollars and 15 minutes well spent. I am so overdue for a Miami trip.

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4 comments:

cat said...

nice blog sume more about sexshop

ChocDrop said...

Back when I was part of the swinging lifestyle. I was with a couple with whom I got together with pretty regularly. We stopped at a sex shop, looked around and then went to the video booth. He and I went in one and she in the other. She watched us, he bent me over and was giving me a good taste of him. Then we got a knock at the door. So we covered up and went back to my place to really have a good time.
I miss that couple, he could go on and on for hours.

Mistress Bliss said...

WOW I feel like where have I been.. this seems oh so exciting.... Note to self start swinging..lol

The Fury said...

Hot stuff. I like watching more than being watched, but who knows....