s*x And Secrets

Brooke And Ben

After nearly twenty five years of marriage, my wife and I decided to downsize. Both of our kids, Chloe and Thomas, were out of college and on their own. Anyone who has ever moved knows what a pain in the ass it is. There was two and a half decades worth of crap/stuff to go through. We were nearing the end of going through boxes in the basement -- you know the ones -- the ones you never unpacked from your last move.

"Ben's stuff" (that's me) was all it said on the side of the box. I cut the tape and opened a container of memories. School yearbooks, ticket stubs from games and concerts, and a scrapbook.

"Holy s**t", I said aloud. My kids wouldn't even know what a scrapbook was. My parents had put it together to commemorate by days playing football. From Little League to high school to summer travel leagues then right up to college.

The memories came flooding. Those were great times, plus I had more and darker hair on my head, to boot. I was three-quarters of the way through when I turned the page and my mouth dropped open.

There she was, Brooke Sullivan; the love of my life. Or, so I thought at the time. I stared at the picture of her that accompanied the local newspaper article. The photo was a copy of her high school graduation picture. Her face framed by that long dark, big mid-80's hair. Her olive eyes jumped off the page as did her rosy lips.

Brooke and her family moved to town when we were in the fifth grade. It was just when I started to notice girls and she was as cute as can be. In the seventh grade, we had started hanging out together and with our mutual friends. We started dating as freshmen in high school and took each other's virginity as juniors. Senior year was the best. Brooke was one of the best female soccer players in the state. She earned a full-ride to college on the west coast and I had partial football scholarship to our state school. We knew the next four years would be tough, but we promised each other to live in the moment. We had the rest of our lives to be together.

We went to prom in May and it was an incredible experience. Well, the after-prom shenanigans were an incredible experience. A bunch of us rented a place down the shore for overnight and the weekend. Brooke and I would have preferred more privacy, but none of us could have afforded a place by ourselves. In fact, we got a discount from someone's aunt or something along those lines. Too many years ago to remember.

We exited the prom before Midnight and "limo'd" to the resort. Brooke and I changed into shorts and t-shirts and took a barefoot stroll on the empty, attached private beach. It was a perfect night. A full moon illuminated the ocean and the sky was full of stars. I carried a blanket and bottle of Chardonnay with us so we could have some alone time. As we got about fifty yards or so from the house, Brooke suddenly stopped and grinned mischievously.

"What's up?"

"More like down," she said and pushed me backwards into small dune.

"What the hell...," I said and started to get back up.

Brooke put up her hand as a stop sign and said, "Don't move."

She then proceeded to do a slow striptease. She swayed to some imaginary music as she removed her t-shirt. She turned her back to me and reached back to unclasp her white lace bra. She turned back and threw it me.

Next, she pulled her shorts down slowly and kicked them away. Then she turned her back to me once agay, revealing the thin black thong that was the only thing separating her gorgeous ass cheeks. Looking back at me, she bent over and slowly pulled the thong down her legs, revealing her clearly wet mound.

She let the thong drop to her ankles and seductively removed it from her legs. She tossed this too, right into my face. I grinned from ear to ear as she stood before me, her gorgeous, athletic body bathed in the light of the moon. She was perfect.

"Take off your clothes," she commanded.

"Yes, ma'am," I said with a mock salute.

I promptly removed my shirt, shorts, and precum-stained boxers.

"Now eat me," she demanded and forced me further down into the sand, straddling my face with her dampness. I grabbed her ass and began kissing and tonguing her inner thighs, teasing her for several minutes until I finally plunged my tongue inside of her. She let out a moan and grabbed the back of my head. I furiously went to work on her outer lips and played with the hood of her c**t with my fingers until my tongue went berserk.

She began screaming loudly. "Yes, oh yes, f*****g yes." With my mouth buried inside her, I couldn't shush her. Her body spasmed as she orgasmed and she said, "Don't you dare f*****g stop." And I had no intention of doing so.

In her obviously heightened state of arousal, it didn't take Brooke long to climax. She reached behind me to balance herself on the sand as her body reacted to the stimulation she was receiving. After a minute or so, she leaned back and reached back, placing her arms on my legs to give me even clearer access. I knew exactly what she wanted.

I positioned three of my fingers into the shape of a triangle and rammed them inside of her. She shrieked loudly from the sensation. She started f*****g my fingers as my fingers f****d her. "Oh God, yes. f**k, yes," she said over and over. She rose slightly forward and started squeezing her breasts and playing with her n*****s. I drank her juices as she experienced another orgasm, which was followed by yet another or it was the continuation of the prior one, I couldn't tell. She kept grinding on my fingers until I finally removed them and placed them in her mouth. If I hadn't been hard already, watching her lick and sucks my fingers clean would have certainly done the trick.

Finally, she slid down onto my chest, leaving a sticky trail in her wake. She deftly slid her tongue in my mouth, tasting more herself in a deep and passionate kiss. When we broke from our kiss, she had tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she sniffed. "I'm just so happy and I love you so much. Thank you."

"I love you too. But...what are you thanking me for?"

"For making me so happy." Before I could say anything, we began to kiss once again...deeply, sensually and with renewed vigor. Brooke started kissing her way down my chin, neck, chest and stomach until she reached my c**k. She licked the topside of my shaft from top to bottom, pushing it downward in the process. I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain, and I wanted her. Finally, she let my c**k spring back toward me.

She looked up into my eyes and then with a broad smile, attacked my c**k with her tongue, teeth, lips, fingers, hands, and throat. From all of our time together, she knew just what buttons to push and when. She knew how to bring me close to an orgasm and then when to back off. And rinse and repeat.

I writhed in the sand, my c**k soaking wet as her mouth bobbed up and down on my shaft. She suddenly stopped, her mouth dripping with saliva running down to my c**k, and mounted me. There was no hesitating this time. She slowly impaled herself into my c**k and proceeded at a medium pace to f**k me. Her hands squeezed her t**s while my hands grasped her ass and pushed her down on to my body.

We moaned, groaned, sighed, and howled in unison, and then we came. And, came. And, came. Brooke screamed out, her body silhouetted by the moon, wobbled as she continued to grind down on my c**k. I felt like I was ejaculating into her for an hour. Finally, she collapsed down on top of me. The two of us breathless, sweaty, and exhausted. And, unbelievably happy.

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The next thing I knew I was woken up by a bright, searing light. As I opened my eyes I realized it was the sun's rays beating down on us. "Holy s**t. Brooke, wake up, it's morning."

"Wha...?" she half-slurred.

"It's morning, we need to..." That's when I noticed the 70-something-year old man with metal detector in hand, staring at us.

"Good morning," I said and put on a fake smile.

"Good morning to you," he responded. He was smiling from ear to ear like the Cheshire cat. He was also staring at Brooke's naked breasts.

"Who're you talking to?" enquiried Brooke, squinting her eyes at me.

"Him," I said, and nodded my head in the gentleman's direction. Brooke turned her head and screamed, pulling the blanket over herself and leaving me completely exposed.

"Well, you have a good day now, sir," I said, and waved.

He responded, "And the both of you." He started ambling down the beach still staring at us until he was about a good hundred feet away. I thought for sure he would trip and fall into a hole.

Brooke and I scrambled to our feet, laughing hysterically and quickly got dressed sans underwear. We returned to the house with the unopened be Chardonnay in-hand and were met by everyone in the kitchen.

"Hey guys. We were just taking an early walk on the beach," I said.

Dude, Luke said, "Carrying your underwear?" Everyone started laughing. We were busted. We enjoyed that weekend so much... tanning, drinking, partying, and f*****g until it was time to go home. I didn't think it was possible, but by the time we left, I was even more in love with Brooke.

Shortly thereafter, we graduated. Life could not have been sweeter. And, then two days after our high school life ended, my world came crashing down.

The phone rang around 8 pm and it was Brooke. And right from the gate I knew her voice sounded funny. "H...Hey", she stammered.

"Hey, what's up gorgeous", I responded.

Her words were slow and tentative. "Um, I have to tell you something."