I placed my hand on the metal lock that secured the doors of my favorite arcade. The lock was cold and I pulled my hand away. As I peered inside the window of the arcade, I could barely see the shadows of the games through the darkness. There was no life at the beach now; no loud music and the sounds of laughter. The roar of the rides and the squeals of delight were firmly out of reach. They were replaced by a cold wind and slight mist in the air. It was dull and lifeless. I was feeling as if there wasn’t life anywhere. My spirits were as grey as the sky above me.
I walked alone with only my thoughts to occupy me; each step brought me closer to the memories of summer. I remembered sucking my boyfriend’s cock on the beach on a hot Saturday afternoon. Discreetly, I went down on him, only a thin blanket for privacy. Just as he was getting into it by thrusting his cock deep in my throat, he pulled the blanket off exposing us. There I was, giving oral sex to him in front of strangers who quickly showed their appreciation for what they were seeing. They became our impromptu cheering section. I felt so hot, so dirty as he shot his load in my mouth much to everyone’s delight. I missed those days so much
I came to the end of the boardwalk, mentally exhausted. I was tired of fighting with my melancholy. I never won anyway. The only thing that would drown my sadness was sex and lots of it. If I wasn’t fucking my boyfriend senseless, I would masturbate myself to sleep. I knew I should have been studying for midterms, but I couldn’t concentrate. I was becoming a sex-a-holic and needed to fuck as often as I could. Sex didn’t solve my problems, but it certainly took away my sadness.
I pulled up my hood of my jacket as I took one last look at the waves. I could see the white foam on the sand and little else. The days are much shorter now. I still have a hard time with that- shorter, colder days, grey skies, and impending holidays which means more social demands from the family. I never had such a hard time adjusting to the change of seasons. I guess a summer of sex would do that do you.
I blew on my cold hands as I shuffled to my car. As soon as it turned over, I turned on the heat. I was still sad and even more horny. I needed a good fuck to chase the blues away for a few hours. So, off to my boyfriend’s house I go.
I arrived at his house after the 10 minute drive. Luckily, his car was the only one in the driveway as his parents were out again. I rang the doorbell and he hurried downstairs to let me in.
“You’re back,” he said with a smile as he opened the door.
“You knew I would be,” I replied.
I entered his room and took off my coat.
“I want it again,” I told him. He knew exactly what I meant.
“Again? That is third time today,” he reminded me.
“I know, but I’m so turned on. I was thinking of summer and all the places we fucked…”
“Oh yeah,” he said with a wink. “I remember,” he added.
I pulled off my jeans and slid my panties down as he sat at his desk and watched.
“Spread your legs and I make you cum again,” he said showing a lot more interest in my presence.
I sat on his bed, naked from the waist down.
“Move near the edge,” he directed.
I wasted no time spreading my legs, exposing my wet and willing pussy to him.