Shelley's Story-A Beach House Extra

This is one of several extra "mini stories" that are supplements to "The Beach House". Some of these will be elements of the story that I had in my head as I was writing a particular chapter, but which were left out because I couldn't fit them in or they didn't lend themselves to the first-person narration of the story. Others will be side stories that I thought of after a chapter was done, which may add to the plot line.

I hope that you enjoy it!





Shelley - A Beach House Supplement

Shelley walked into the cool house. She'd been working out in the garden for a few hours, crawling around in the soil on her hands and knees. She loved tending to her yard, it always gave her a feeling of accomplishment when she finished a project, and getting dirty in the process never really bothered her.

Today's project hadn't been all that fulfilling though, hand weeding and edging the flower beds up against the house. It had been lots of hard work in the hot sun, but that was about all.

She was hot, sweaty, and dirty, and she could really use a cold drink and a hot shower.

Walking down the hall to the kitchen, she heard voices. "Brad must have Sam over", she thought. Sam was her son's best friend. He'd been around the house for so many years now that she almost thought of him as one her own kids. Unmindful of her current state, she decided to find the two boys and ask if they wanted something to drink too.

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"Is that Nancy Walker?" Brad asked, as he and the other boys clustered around the glowing computer monitor, watching the video that was currently playing. "Whoa, look at those tits!"

Mark, his neighbor, had stopped by earlier, looking for Brad's sister. He was home for a few months, taking the summer off before going back to college for yet another year, and was looking for someone to hang out with. Brad had told him that his older sister Kelly had a summer job somewhere up the coast.

Although separated in age by a few years, Brad and Sam had always gotten along well with Mark, and the three had fallen into an easy conversation, talking about the live-play Internet game that Brad and Sam were playing when Mark had rung the doorbell.

They had all gone up to Brad's room to play the game some more, but Mark had made a slightly different suggestion. Sitting down in front of the screen, he had instead logged Brad's computer on to the highschoolhunnys web site. Because he was actually one of the admins for the site, he easily bypassed the credit card and user prompts, taking the younger boys into sections that weren't available to even the paying customers.

It was one of the secret videos that they were watching right now.

"Naw", said Sam. "It can't be Nancy, cause she's our age, not eighteen. She can't be on this site, it would be illegal."

He quickly added, "She sure looks like she's enjoying that though."

Mark turned to look at Brad's friend. "What you said about her age would be true, if this were available to everyone, but it's not."

Looking at Brad, he said "You're right, it is Nancy. And" he continued, "she DOES have a fantastic set of tits. Both to look at and to feel."

The two younger boys looked at each other, their mouths wide open. "No way!" said Brad. "You've felt her tits before? I can't even work up the guts to talk to her!"

"And that, my young friends" Mark said, "is why I'm showing you this right now. I'm going to make it my project to get you two laid this summer."

Brad and Sam watched Nancy on the video in fascination as she performed for the camera, bouncing up and down on the lap of a boy that neither of them recognized, her face a mask of passion. The camera panned around the room, stopping when it came across a second naked girl lying face down across an arm chair, her ass high in the air. The camera zoomed in, traveling across the smooth, rounded cheeks and down to the wide-open, hairless pussy of that anonymous girl.

As the shot pulled back out, they could see a much older man, at least thirty, as he stepped up to the prone girl and began rubbing her ass, caressing the lips of her pussy with his fingers. The boys watched intently as his long cock, standing straight up in the air, was positioned to enter the girl.

"Wow" Brad said. "That girl's hot! Do you think I could get into her pants some time?"

Mark just looked at the younger boy and smiled knowingly.

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"Hey boys!" Shelley shouted down the hall. "I'm making lemonade! Why don't you come on down and have some with me?"

Brad and Sam looked up in horror. "Mom can't know what we've been doing!" was all that Brad could think. "OK, Mom!" he shouted back. "We'll be down in a minute."

Walking over to the door to make sure his mother wasn't planning on coming in, Brad missed seeing the girl on the screen turn her head to look at the man who was about to enter her.

Brad would have easily recognized who it was, he knew her quite well. If he had been looking at the room instead of at the girls in it, he would have recognized the basement where it was taken.

"You've got to turn that off!" he whispered loudly to Mark. "If my mom catches us doing this, she'll kill me!"

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Shelley put out two lemonades for the boys, adding a generous amount of vodka to a third for herself and keeping it separate enough that they wouldn't grab it.

"It's hot, I deserve it!" she thought to herself. Turning around to look into the back yard, she planned what yard work she might do tomorrow. "Maybe I'll take the rest of the day off and just lay out in the sun" she thought.

"Hey Mom!" came Brad's voice behind her. She could hear the drinks being taken from the counter. "I hope you don't mind. Mark's been hanging out over here too."

"Um Hmmm..." Shelley murmured back, not really listening. She was busy thinking, the words didn't register in her brain right away.

As Mark grabbed the third drink from the counter, he admired the older woman's well rounded ass peeking out of the bottom of her cutoffs. Her legs were killer as well, smooth and tan. As he had read somewhere once, those legs went "all the way up".

"Hey ya!" Mark called out to her as he took a deep drink of the lemonade.

"Holy shit!" was the next thing out of his mouth. He hadn't expected the alcohol, and in his surprise, the glass tipped over on the counter, spilling its contents.

The sound of the ice hitting the floor was what broke Shelly out of her spell. A third boy, and the third glass!

She spun around in time to see the spiked drink pouring over the countertop. Without thinking, she stepped over to the sink, grabbing a dish rag to soak up the liquid before it seeped into everything in sight. After a few trips from the sink to the spill and back again, she got down on her hands and knees, working on the cabinet front and the floor.

Like most typical teenagers, Brad and Sam completely ignored the minor drama going on, grabbing their drinks and heading back into Brad's room.

Mark just stood and watched, as Shelley crawled around on the floor and cleaned up the spilled drink. From above, he saw a great deal of her ass as it waved invitingly in the air in front of him, barely covered by her short shorts. Thoughts and desires raced through his head, the unexpected view causing his manhood to harden. His underwear got so tight that he was forced to reach down and move his cock to point it down the leg of his pants.

Shelley had heard the boys leaving. Swearing quietly to herself "Fucking boys! Come in and make a huge mess - sure, Mom will clean it up!"

Since she believed the kitchen to be empty, she wasn't too worried about how she looked crawling around on the floor. It wasn't until she had circled back to check for the last of the liquid on the floor that she noticed a pair of feet right in front of her. Knees came into view right after, as the person knelt down onto the floor to meet her level. Her gaze traveled back along his legs, and she also couldn't miss the long stiff cock that was pushing out the fabric of one pants leg.

"I am so sorry Shelley!" a voice said from in front of her, forcing her attention to move from the inviting bulge to the person's face. "It was an accident, I didn't mean to spill it!" Mark began to kneel down to help the older woman.

The instant she recognized him, she stood straight up, grabbed him with both hands and hugged his head close to her. "Mark!" she cried out, hugging him tight and rocking back and forth on her heels. "I didn't know you were back! When did you get home?"

His face buried directly in Shelley's sweat-covered cleavage, Mark answered her with a muffled "Yesterday".

He hadn't remembered his neighbor being so... desirable before. Of course, his face had never been quite so close to her breasts before either. Mark began to lose his balance and fall backward, and he reached out and hugged Shelley back to keep steady. He aimed for her back, but as luck would have it, his hands landed firmly on that curvy ass instead.

It didn't help. Instead, when he tumbled backward, his hands still cupping her cheeks, he pulled her down on top of him. One hand accidentally slipped under the leg of her shorts, his fingers feeling her heat when they had no more leg to travel up along.

Her breasts were now crushed against his chest, and her face was directly in front of his. Acting from instinct instead of a plan, he tilted his head up and kissed Shelley deeply, his free hand how gliding up along her back and under her loose shirt, his trapped hand now moving around to explore the intimate area that it had landed upon.

At first, Shelley thought about pushing back, taking herself away from this strong, firm young man who was taking such liberties with her. Instead, she gave herself up to a much deeper urge, returning the kiss, her hands moving under his shirt, caressing his chest, his stomach. Without even thinking, one hand continued downward, passing beneath the top of his scrub pants, moving ever lower until her fingers surrounded his firm member.

Emboldened by her actions, Mark rubbed Shelley through her panties, still feeling her heat as it radiated from her core. Moving his other hand from her back forwards, he stroked her breast, naked under the loose-fitting shirt.

Suddenly, reason and order came back to Shelley's brain. What was she doing? Was she actually going to roll around on her kitchen floor with this man? Still almost a boy, really. She had no doubt that it would be good sex, but her actions were not those of a grown-up woman.

Pushing herself away, using one hand to lift her body up, she finally broke the kiss. Looking down, she could see her other hand snaking its way under the boy's pants, even worse, wrapped around his hard cock. She let go of that, pulling her hand out in such a hurry as if his pants were burning.

"Um" was all that she could say, before she quickly got up, almost running up the stairs to her bedroom.

Mark lay on the kitchen floor, filled with thoughts of what they might have done. Slowly he got up, then walked down the hall back to Brad's room.

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Shelley had retreated into her bedroom, collapsing in a confused heap on the floor against the bed. It was more than a half hour before she could make herself move, and all she could think of was that she still needed a shower.

Some people prefer to be awash in full light when they take showers, Shelley actually preferred little or no light. Since it was a bright, sunny day, and her bathroom had a skylight, she wasn't able to get the effect that she wanted in there. More often than not, she would go down into the basement, showering in the bathroom that was just off of the pool room. She could get privacy, and her dark, calming experience.

So it was that Shelley went back through the house, carrying the clothes that she planned to wear after she washed up. Once the water got hot enough, Shelley stripped down, turned off the bathroom light, and stepped under the steaming water. A small shaft of light coming under the door was the only light she received, but that was fine because she knew where everything was.

She stood under the hot stream of water, thinking about what had happened in her kitchen less than an hour earlier. She had almost taken advantage of the young neighbor boy! Except that he wasn't a boy any more, not really. She pondered all of this as she soaped herself up.

Shelley began to fantasize about what she could have done just a short while ago. As her hand washed one breast, scrubbing away the dirt and the sweat, she remembered that it was where HIS hand had been. His hand had held her just so, his fingertips ever so close to her sensitive nipple. If she had let him, he may have moved that hand just a few inches, brushing up across it, just so.

And his other hand... Only a thin line of fabric had kept his hand from her lips. Without that fabric, his fingers might have begun to explore, separating her lips to each side, pressing inward to the silky tunnel that would have enveloped them, welcomed them.

She had held his firm cock in her hand, run up and down its length, so she knew that he had been interested in her. Their long kiss had seemed as if they were feasting upon one another, experiencing each others tastes in an ever increasing spiral of wonder.

What if she had let him continue, this boy who was now a man? Would he have continued to rub and massage, moving from one breast to the other, even as her hand was doing now? Would he have lowered his mouth to draw in her nipples, suckling as if a baby eager for its meal?

Closing her eyes, tilting her head back, she imagined how that would have felt. The cascade of hot water continued to pour out of the shower head, washing her, stimulating her, encouraging her to allow this fantasy to take over her body.

It was because of all of this that Shelley did not notice the bathroom door open, then quickly close while her eyes were shut tight, picturing inside her head the scene that might have been. She didn't know that someone else was in the bathroom with her, that the shower door opened, or that someone stepped into it behind her.

In her imagination, Mark's strong but gentle hands were caressing her breasts, rubbing their way up her back, then back down to gather, to fondle, to squeeze her ass in their strength. And that was exactly what she felt. HIS hands, as they traveled along her naked body, reaching every place they could reach, exploring, caressing, probing.

When two fingers entered her, sliding their way into her deep tunnel, she put the sensation down as part of an elaborate fantasy. She was hot, and tired, that's all it was. But as she slowly brought her thoughts out of the fantasy, she realized that both of her hands were rubbing her generous breasts right now, and yet...

Yes. A man's fingers were inside of her, gently gliding their way around, touching spots on her, in her, that were not available to just anybody. And those fingers, the hand attached to them, which clasped her thigh, sliding up and down even as those fingers plunged in and out of her.

"It must be Mark" she thought "Who else could it be?"

He had followed her down here, waiting until she had been busy with her shower, taken off his own clothes, and joined her. How could she not have known that he had done this? His fingers felt so wonderful, had felt so wonderful in the kitchen, and she lost all of the resolve that had awakened in her before, caused her to retreat from the kitchen. He felt so good...

She moved her hands, from where they had been caressing her body, out. Out to find his body, to begin an exploration of her own.

Mark must have been kneeling, because when she reached out, she felt his head, only mere inches from her heat, from the place where his fingers were right now. Backing up, she sat down on the bench built into the shower. Holding the back of his head, she pulled him along as she did so, his fingers still busy inside of her.

Even after she had sat down, she continued to pull him toward her, pull his head down between her legs, spreading them out and lifting them up, still pulling his mouth, his tongue down to the spot where she needed him to be.

"Oh baby" she said out loud. "Lick my hot pussy now. It's waiting for my handsome stranger to come and lick it. Bring your mouth to Momma now."

And he did. Even as his fingers continued stroking into her depths, his tongue, his lips began to brush across her skin, tasting the liquids that flowed generously out of her.

"That's right, baby" Shelley moaned. "Momma likes that. Use your tongue on me, make me cum! Oh, I so want to cum on your face!"

His other hand came up, pulling her lips apart, and his tongue glided in, joining the fingers already in her depths. Plunging in, pulling out, swirling around inside of her, lapping up the juices between her lips, he pleasured her.

As waves of sensation rolled through her body, Shelley thought once again how young Mark was. "He must have licked a lot of those girls at college, to get this good at it. Almost as good as Curt, just different."

"Work your way deep, baby!" she encouraged him. "I love your tongue deep inside of my cunt!"

As he continued, her hands left his head, no longer necessary to bring him in, and resumed fondling her breasts. They had received quite a bit of attention today, and they were very sensitive. As she rubbed their rounded bulk, she would flick, pinch, even twist her generous nipples, stimulating feelings deep within her.

And still, the tongue, that foreign tongue, pushed its way deep within her, coming out occasionally to concentrate on her clit, which loved the attention it was receiving. His hands were busily wander over her body now, joining hers on her breasts, only to slide around to her back, to her ass, coming back through to glide between her wet lips, diving deep into her, then emerging once again across her clit.

With a shudder and a cry, Shelley came, once again grabbing his head and pulling his face tight between her legs. Even as her orgasm rolled through her body, his tongue continued its work, until his lips finally surrounded her clit, his tongue beating time across its surface in a rapid rhythm.

It didn't happen to her often, cumming again while she was already doing so. But just as she had reached her peak and began to settle down from it, her body shot her up to an even higher peak. It was then than Shelley decided. She needed to have this young stud inside of her.

Now.

His tongue still assaulting her clit like the wings of a bird, her body still convulsing in orgasm, Shelley barely managed to reach down, hooking her hands beneath his shoulders. As she pulled, he rose, and as he rose, she planted her feet square against his shoulders. Releasing her hold on his arms, Shelley now searched out his young cock, finding it standing straight up, waiting for her.

Her invisible lover reached out to turn off the water, then put both hands under Shelley's ass, easily picking her up from the shower bench. She felt herself turning in the air, then suddenly felt much more as she was lowered, even dropped down onto his waiting cock.

It was all that she had hoped for. Fresh, young, hard cock, pushed so far inside of her that she felt he might go straight through and back out the other end. He moved one hand now, around her back to support her, and pushed even deeper inside of her as his hips thrust upwards, fixing his balance, moving her backwards into the darkness.

Shelley's feet were now on either side of his head, she was folded in two as she rode on her new stallion. So deep. He was so deep inside of her, so fat, and long, her walls stretching to accept his size in this unfamiliar position. Even as she felt herself filled, her back contacted the shower wall behind her, then he began to pump himself into her, seemingly filling her more than ever.