My Lesbian Hook-Up In the Sandunes While Jogging

I paced our beach house like a wild animal in search of sex, but my hubby wanted nothing to do with my lusty feelings. I knew myself and how I soon would come down on him like a ton of bricks, which would only spoil our holiday, so I decided to try and run away from my ‘problem’.

I removed my panties and slipped on a soft pair of shorts. I simply could not stand the idea of any friction on my half swollen clitoris at all. As I headed for the beach, I realised that there were a couple of dunes to my left. I decided to go and explore.

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Voices brought me to a standstill on the first dune top. The girl was trying to seduce her man, but he simply wanted to focus on the fishing pole he had brought to the beach. I could sense that she was as unhappy as I was, but went on running to try and get some of my own energy out of my system.

Running back, I found her on her towel – completely naked and playing with herself – boyfriend no where to be seen. My hand went down to my own groin immediately as she gently pulled me onto her warm body. I simply let go of reality and went for it.

We kissed wildly as our hands started their own journey towards our respective wetness. I felt like exploding when she stroked my hardened clitoris and gave a load groan. She smothered this sound with her lips and wide eye gestures.

I lifted my head slightly and saw her boyfriend sitting a couple of meters away from us, staring at the top end of his fishing pole. This drove me even wilder as I simply loved the idea of being caught.

The girl skilfully rolled me over and in the process she turned round herself – we ended in a classic 69 position. With the world forgotten and hidden from view by her thighs, I simply focused on my own pleasure and hers and gave myself freely to her every lick.

Working together we drove ourselves to the cusp of orgasm and back again a couple of times. When the walls finally broke, we shared an earth shattering orgasm that only another woman could have brought on.

We were just dressed again when the tip of the fishing pole came walking up the hill again. She introduced me as a beach friend and he smiled shyly. I ran home with new energy and even more lust inside my body. My husband did not stand a chance as I had him naked in seconds and went straight to his favourite position – the old but lovely 69.

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