Impulse - Results Pt. 09 - End

I totally relaxed.

I felt the erection coming on as a warm, gentle breeze made its way across my skin. At first I didn't think much of it. After all, chubby's happen. But, then it just kept coming.

My mind was at odds.

One one hand, I couldn't believe that it was happening and found myself shutting my eyes like a toddler, as if by closing them nobody would be able to see me and my predicament.

On the other hand, after a long day and with the sun beginning its descent, but still warm on our skin... it physically felt really nice. It just didn't make sense though. First, why did I keep falling asleep? Second, why did I keep getting erections?

I eyed my surroundings. Everyone seemed occupied. Karen and Stacy were on their stomachs, soaking in some final rays. Katie was in a chair but seemingly pre-occupied on her phone. It was time to make a dash for it.

I knew I shouldn't dash, that would be too obvious. Instead, I stood up and casually walked toward the water. Soon enough, with my firm dick pointing the way to salvation and my back toward the girls, I knew I was in the clear. Success!

"Phil!"

Shit.

"Hey, are you going in the water?"

It wasn't like I could just ignore it... or could I? I actually stopped cold in my tracks as I thought about it, only realizing a heartbeat later that stopping was a clear indicator that I had heard my name.

It was Stacy that ran up next to me, almost immediately noticing my dick, an eye roll and shake of the head her immediate response.

"I don't know what's going on with me today," I responded to a comment she never made.

Stacy hooked her arm into mine and we strode down into the water, one last dip before the end of an otherwise perfect day.

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When we finally got back to the building, being the chivalrous guy that I am, I dropped the girls off at the elevator, each with an armful of belongings, and them that I would take care of the rest of the camp and car myself, taking my time unloading everything back into storage and using my wet/dry vac to get all of the sand out of the carpeting. Admittedly, when I was done, I was a little worn out so it wasn't difficult for me to turn down Karen and Stacy's offer to join them for dinner. Neither of them expressed any sort of fatigue and instead were looking to finish up the "final beach party day" in grand style. For my part I joked that I was living in denial about Stacy's new relationship and would rather sulk on my own.

I made my way to my bedroom and dropped my keys and wallet, stripping down as I made my way into the showers, noticing that the tile was already wet and sandy and concluded that Katie had cleaned up before heading out with friends, something she had been doing on a pretty regular basis.

Now, as a note to the reader, if I haven't said so before or it hasn't been abundantly clear, I love the beach. I love the sand, I love the salt water, I love the grit and the grime that comes along with both. I love the sun, I love the sweat... I love it all.

I also love the feeling of getting back from the beach and rinsing all of that off, leaving as the only evidence the tanline-less newly minted glow on my skin. And it was exactly what I did. I washed every inch of my body and came out of the water like a man re-born, slipping on a pair of light, plain white, cotton boxers and an old, worn-but-clean t-shirt. The idea of covering up while alone and in my own home may sound strange after having spent the day on a nude beach... and it is true that each of us in the apartment often goes nude... but in this case if just felt right to have a little something on. They were my version of flannel pajamas and a thick robe, my boxers and worn-cotton t-shirt were my comfy clothes.

I went to grab a glass of wine before retiring back into my bedroom to do some work on my laptop and ended up with a newly un-corked bottle figuring I had no place to be and nothing to do but relax. I couldn't get into my work though and found that the wine and relaxation were more my style before I was startled alert.

"Hey. Whatcha' doing?"

It was Katie. She was standing in the doorway to the bathroom that came off my room. Architecturally speaking I don't think that "doorway" is the proper term as neither her room or my own has a door to the bathroom, just an open hallway in between the two, but that was beside the point.

"Shit! Katie! What are you doing here?" I had practically spilled my wine over myself and was shocked to see her there.

"What do you mean? I live here? Didn't you know how I didn't go to dinner with Mom and Stacy?"

"No, I knew you didn't go with them but I thought you were out with friends. I could have sworn you had said you were going to."

"I did?"

"I thought you did."

"Well, if I did it must have just meant at some time in the future. I had no intention of going out again. Just wanted to stay in tonight. You?"

"Same. I was going to get some work done but am just not feeling it. I am more feeling 'wine-and-recline.' Care to join me?"

"Sure, I'd love to. You don't mind?"

"Not at all."

Katie entered the room and walked herself around the bed, hopping up on the side opposite to me. Her outfit was something out of a hentai novel as she was wearing what I assumed was the tiny white g-string that she had picked up in Vegas and an equally tiny, loose-fitting halter t-shirt that didn't even make it to her belly button. In other words, she looked fucking hot.

I reached to the nightstand to pour her a glass of wine and realized that I had only brought a glass for myself, so I handed her that one and went to get another for me. In returning I found her reclining on her side, propped up on one of the many bed pillows. Not provocatively per se, but in a way that certainly gained notice, especially considering her outfit and the incredible lines of her body.

"I don't normally like red as much," she said without much care, "but this is good."

"Glad you like it," I responded as I poured the glass for myself and reclined next to her on the bed. "They say that red isn't appropriate for warmer climates but you can attest to what a rebel I am."

My sarcasm drew a delighted chuckle from her and the conversation continued.

"Ah, yes. Such a rebel. So much so that you dress the same as young women?"

"Huh?"

"You didn't notice that we were wearing the same outfit?"

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Katie, we are hardly wearing the same outfit!"

Katie stood up on the bed, careful not to spill any wine and parted her legs slightly to straddle me right around my knees.

"Yes, we are! You are just being too technical. Loosely speaking, we are both wearing underwear and old t-shirts. See? The same!"

My eyes started at her feet and made their way up her tanned, shapely legs and made their first stop at the excuse for underwear that covered her sex. They really were tiny and accentuated one of my biggest fetishes, that they did not totally cover her pubic hair, whose groomed strip extended probably an inch above the top of the white material. From there, her firm belly and smooth, soft skin... the start of her rib cage... the underside of her small, firm breasts. It wasn't the wine, the sight of her was intoxicating, and I couldn't wait for more.

IMPULSE: I took the glass of wine from her hand and placed it with my own on the nightstand before taking her hand and pulling her down onto the bed, rolling her to her side and pulling her close into me. Katie knew exactly what was happening and willingly submitted to my advance.

RESULT: Our bodies folded into one another, our legs intertwined, and our lips immediately met, not softly, rather immediately with a passionate energy that felt like lightning at the tips of my nerves. We continued kissing for a while, our bodies pressed against one another and our hearts beating rapidly through our thin cotton shirts. We were not sweaty in any way and the soft touch of her skin on mine was like the sensation of sliding on warm velvet.

Of course I got hard and it was certainly not something to be upset about at that point in the day, certainly not something I would try to hide. Katie acknowledged its presence with gentle grinds of her own panty-clad mons over the length of it, encouraging it along.

After some time the kissing naturally stopped and I took the opportunity to ask her a question that had been in the back of my mind since earlier that day.

"Why me?"

"What do you mean?" She responded as she started to run her fingers up under my shirt.

"Why me? A guy quite a bit older than you and clearly out of your league. You're an amazing woman, why do you want this from me?"

"I like you."

"I like you too."

"Good."

Katie moved her hand to the waistline of my shorts and seemed ready to reach in and stroke my erection but I was able to thwart her attempt with a quick shift away from her. I wasn't ready for that yet, I wanted to make her feel good.

"Not yet," I said as I positioned her on her back and got my face between her legs, "no need to rush things."

Katie seemed a little hesitant as I began kissing the insides of her thighs and over the top of her panties.

"You good with this?" I asked as I dragged my lips across her smooth, warm skin.

"Yes," she replied with a slightly shaky voice, "I figure I always will be at least a little nervous."

"Not necessarily a bad thing," I whispered into her skin, causing goosebumps on her flesh, "to keep your nerves just slightly on edge."

Katie lifted her hips just a bit as I pulled the tiny g-string out from under her butt and pulled it up the entire length of her legs. I tried to look her in the eyes but her own eyes were closed. I was determined to make sure she wouldn't regret her decision.

As I made my way back down between her legs and pressed my mouth to the top of her groomed lips I caught a whiff of her natural perfume that encouraged me in the realization that this was something she was excited for. I didn't plunge into her, rather continued with small kisses and brief whips of my tongue in between her outer lips as I coaxed her flower to open its petals for me... and soon enough it did.

Not surprisingly, she was lubricated and primed for sex, not just for my mouth, though I took the opportunity to savor her sweet flavor, continuing the gentle attack of my tongue on her entire opening, depriving her of a direct assault on her clit.

I felt Katie's hips begin to writhe gently, an indicator to me that she wanted so desperately to reach a quick climax but instead of focusing my attention, I widened it, broadening my scope to now include rings of my tongue around her asshole. The first time caught her by surprise.

"Oh," she gasped and clenched before I repeated my action. A more drawn out and softer "Oooooooohhhhh" followed.

"Okay?," I asked, offering her the opportunity to have me stop.

"Oh, okay," she panted as she covered her eyes with her forearm, "just never had that done before."

"Feel good?"

"Very good."

"Good."

I continued along with what I was doing and she was soon squirming a bit more recklessly, a testament to an oncoming orgasm and indeed, soon enough, her body stiffened and her breath went staccato as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. I felt her hands pushing my head away and I determined she had enough, at least for that round. There was hopefully much more to come.

I sat myself up on the headboard and grabbed my glass of wine and enjoyed a sip while Katie caught her breath and came down from her high. As usual, even in recovery she looked practically perfect. Her chest and small breasts heaved in a flushed pink as her small, cotton shirt had ridden up. Her hair was strewn onto the sheets behind her like a shampoo commercial. Her legs were spread open, too weak to move.

"I forgot how amazing that feels," she finally said as she began to come to her senses and lifted her head up, minding me on the bead with dreary, post orgasm eyes. "You might have blown your own opportunity though, my body feels absolutely drained right now."

"Awww... too bad for Phil," I responded jokingly. "Now get yourself up here."

Katie somewhat begrudgingly rolled over onto her stomach, pushed herself up and crawled up to me, her head down the entire time, and dramatically plopped her body next to me, draping her arm and leg across me.

"Aren't you supposed to be the young, energetic one?" I asked just as I took a loud sip of wine.

"I know, I know. That was just... incredible. Holy shit, Phil. That was seriously amazing!"

"Apparently you are getting some energy back," I countered.

Katie sat up and, seeing that I was drinking my own wine, crawled slightly over to reach her own glass on the nightstand. With each pass, to and fro, her loose fitting shirt brushed itself against the top of my mostly soft cock and I lamented that she might have been right and it was possible that I may have missed my chance.

Sitting back down, she exhaled deeply before taking a drink of her wine.

"I just wasn't expecting it to be so good, is all."

"Uhm... thanks, I guess?" It was a backhanded compliment if I had ever heard one, though Katie didn't even seem to notice her phrasing alluded to thinking that I would have been bad at pleasuring her.

"And, then when you did the other stuff! Oh, wow. I mean, wow!"

"The rim-job?"

"Yes! The rim-job. I couldn't think of the word for it. Combined with everything else going on. What a feeling!"

"It's all nerve endings. At least some say that. Others may not necessarily appreciate it like you seem to have."

Katie gulped down the last of her wine and crawled back over me to put her glass back on the nightstand. Her shirt feathered itself over me again. Coming back she eased herself back down on the bed, again draping a leg over me. This time forcing me to scoot down so she could lay her head on my chest as well.

"Well, I certainly appreciated it," she finally responded as she seemed to settle on a place. Seemingly instinctively, she slid her hand into my boxers and began playing with my dick. It, in turn, responded to her touch, slowly firming back up. Katie, in an unexpected manner, continued to converse.

"The beach was fun today."

"Agreed."

"I wish my friends could have joined. I love our group of four but love hanging with people my age too."

"I get it. Give it a bit of time, I am sure we will meet."

Katie had gotten me sufficiently hard and started moving, taking action on whatever plan she had in her head. The first portion of it was helping me off with my underwear, allowing my erection to spring free and have a little room to move. She then straddled my legs, re-grasped my penis and continued to gently offer it life. There was silence for a moment, me enjoying the physical sensation, she lost in thought, but seemingly out of the blue she promptly stopped and pulled her shirt off. She was then fully nude, I still had my shirt on.

"Phil, do you think I should get implants?"

"Implants? Why? Where on earth is that coming from?"

"I don't know. I think about it sometimes. Maybe if I had implants my top would be a bit more proportional with my waist. It isn't like I think I look bad, just that maybe I could look better."

She didn't seem too serious about the topic. It honestly was if she was just legitimately curious as to what someone else thought.

"I think you are perfect just the way you are." I stopped her from stroking me for a moment and held her hands, getting her to look me in the eye. "I'm not just saying that, I honestly mean it. You are beautiful, intelligent and talented. You are honestly the whole package. You don't need to do anything to yourself. Besides, you are still so young. If you went and had an augmentation now there is no telling what they would look like in a few years."

She had a small smile on her face and I pulled her down to me, forehead to forehead.

"Something tells me that you're just messing with me."

Katie giggled and I used the opportunity to tickle her sides, spilling her off of me and onto the bed where we rolled around for a moment and generally just enjoyed the intimate touch of one another. It was Katie that realized that I was still wearing something that stopped us from fully enjoying the skin-to-skin sensation. Pushing me back down on the bed and once again straddling me, Katie insisted that I take my shirt off, doing the honors of pulling at it from the bottom until she had me in a seated position and was yanking it up over my head like a toddler. Though the situation was not totally a lost cause, with both our arms in the air and her chest right at my face, I took the opportunity to take one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing it with teeth.

"Whoa, there, mister," she said as she was catching her breath from the erotically charged nibble. "Are you getting fresh with me again?"

"Fresh? Who uses the word fresh? Is this a 19th century schoolhouse?"

"What if it is?"

"Well, if it is, I would be your teacher and I would have to give you a paddling for your obscene display."

The scenario was so ridiculous it was amusing. I don't think that either of us were getting turned on by the silly banter, but figured we could at least try to make something of the situation.

Katie didn't even wait for me to take charge, she instead laid herself across my lap and pushed her incredible ass into the air.

"I've been bad?"

"Very bad," I responded. But I wasn't about to spank her, that just isn't my style. I did take the opportunity to let my hands explore her body. One hand groping and massaging her breasts from below, one hand reacquainting itself with her presented sex and newly-discovered-to-be-a-pleasure-center rosebud. She was no longer as wet as she had previously been, not surprising considering all of the time since any real stimulation, but it did not take much effort from my roaming fingers to get her back in the mood, my middle finger finding its way in and out of her pussy and across her ready-for-action clit.

Katie was obviously getting into things as judged by her moans and lubrication and surprised me when she started pushing back against my hand, moving her entire body off my lap.

"No fair for me to get all of the attention," she announced before taking me into her mouth. I admit, I was almost so unprepared for things the sensation caused me to need to catch my breath. I love oral, receiving and giving, and it seemed a perfect time to pull Katie into a her-on-top 69 and get back to it.

We both took our time, not trying to immediately make each other cum, instead savoring the flavor and appreciating the satisfaction for our partner. For her part, it appeared that she had relaxed significantly since our last frolic and her use of her tongue on my head and shaft was a pleasure.

Katie also became wet again, very wet. I wish I could have paid attention to her ass again but the angle of my access was not the best.

...though she didn't seem to mind.

At least I didn't think she minded. I could sense that she was possibly coming close to a second orgasm when Katie abruptly released me from her mouth and basically threw herself off of me.

"No, no, no," she mumbled as she flopped onto the bed. I lay there, a glistening sheen of her wetness still on my lips, confused as to what was going on.

"I want you in me. I want you in me, now!"

I hadn't moved from my back and Katie, obviously frustrated from denying herself the pleasure, frantically and erratically crawled up on top of me and used her hand to guide my rock-hard phallus into her wanting, waiting pussy. She shuddered as she slid down onto my length.

"Oh, God, yes."

Her eyes were closed and she sat on top of me for a moment, hands on my chest, breasts pressed into cleavage by her arms, her hair covered most of her face other than the little grin I could witness through the messy strands. Her body was accepting me and she was so tight I could feel both of our heartbeats pulsing through our union.