The Sauna Part 27

The check arrived and Jon paid the bill and we left.

“Let’s head toward the beach first and I’ll show you the boardwalk” Jon said as we climbed on the HOG.

It was just about noon and the sun was high in the blue sky. It had warmed up quite a bit, maybe seventy degrees, but I was glad for the jacket once we hit the road. I held on tightly, feeling safe and protected leaning against Jon’s solid frame.

I looked around as we drove, feeling the sun on my face and the crisp ocean air in my nostrils. It was a beautiful day and I began to see why Jon loved Asbury Park. It felt alive, with people everywhere and the bustle of activity. We rode around some before we parked the bike and walked along the boardwalk. Jon pointed out various places of interest and talked about the history of the place where he grew up, so to speak.

“I spent so much time here as a kid. I never minded the commute from here to home as I could drive along the ocean and the time flew by. No matter how tired I was, I’d catch a buzz once I got here and that always picked me up and carried me through” he reminisced.

I could feel it too. It wasn’t like the electricity of the city, which felt artificial and disturbing to me. This was different, it was energizing. It was alive and fresh and clean, like summertime in my own backyard, but yet not at all like where I grew up. And still familiar at the same time. I could definitely live here.

“It’s wonderful here. The excitement, the energy! I see why you love it so. There’s so much life here, like the place itself has a heartbeat” I observed.

Jon smiled and put his arm around my waist and drew me towards him as we stopped momentarily to take it all in.

“I’m so glad you like it here. This is my home now. And yours too, when you want it to be” he said proudly.

I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to mine as I leaned back against the railing. His tongue sought mine and they connected, twirling and dancing with each other. His eyes seemed to reflect the blue of the ocean, just a few yards away. He gathered my hair in his hands, as he rested his arms on my shoulders, looking at me.

“Do you want to do some shopping? There are little stores and restaurants all along here. Or we could take a boat out and fish. There’s a place you can rent them. Or we can sit on the beach and work on our tans!” he grinned.

I gathered that he preferred the latter, but I remembered that we did need a vase for those beautiful roses and the little shops and boutiques looked inviting.

“How about if we look for a vase for the flowers? And maybe I could find something cooler to wear and then we could sit on the beach” I thought, regretting I’d worn a sweater to keep off the morning chill.

“Okay. Yeah, I should have told you not to wear a sweater. It gets warm during the day, but it’s still cool at night and early in the morning” he agreed.

We browsed the shops along the boardwalk, and I found a tank top and changed my shirt. We found a vase that said Asbury Park on it in a tourist shop and I got a couple postcards, thinking I would send a note to a few folks later. We bought some cheap sunglasses and a beach blanket too and picked up a four-pak of wine coolers and headed towards the sandy beach. We found a spot by ourselves as the beach wasn’t crowded.

“There are a lot more people on the weekends, but during the week it’s not so bad. And it’s still mid-season. I love this time of year” he commented.

I was glad, too, that we could walk around without attracting a lot of attention and that there weren’t crowds of people. Jon spread the blanket on the ground and patted the spot next to him. I sat down and he cracked open a wine cooler for each of us. He kicked off his boots and the socks followed and I did likewise, digging my toes in the sand. I leaned back on my arms, closing my eyes and letting the sun’s warmth soak into me.

“Aren’t you warm in that black shirt?” I asked, eyeing him from beneath my shades and thinking I’d love to look at his chest.

“Yeah, actually” he said as he started to unbutton it.

“Let me” I cooed as I reached out and undid the remaining buttons and pushed it off his shoulders, sighing to see his well-muscled arms and torso.

He shrugged it off as I instinctively caressed his chest, running my hand across the soft fur and enjoying the feel of the hard flesh beneath it. I was hungry again for the contact and slipped around behind him, kneading his shoulders and massaging his back. He let out a soft groan as I continued to work the muscles.

“That feels so good, babe. Can’t tell you how long it’s been since I had a backrub” he purred.

“Relax. I love the feel of every inch of your body” I replied as I allowed myself to become absorbed in feeling every muscle and the soft skin covering them.

We sat there thus, for a long while, and I became lost in a trance, just enjoying the sensation of his warm body and the sun beating down on us. The breeze off the ocean was cool and moist and tinged with the smell of the salty air.

“I could fall asleep right here” he murmured, deeply contented.

I slid my hands down the length of his arms, lightly kneading his muscles, lingering to trace the superman tattoo with my finger. Jon caught my hands as I lightly stroked his forearm and pulled my arms around him, bringing my chin to rest on his shoulder.

“Your turn” he said, his voice sounding hoarse as he turned to embrace me and kiss me full on the lips. “Lie down” he commanded.

I obeyed willingly and he climbed atop me, straddling me with his legs and kneading my shoulders as I had done to his. He gently lifted my hair out of the way and bent down to kiss my neck, sending a ripple of shivers down the length of me. I listened to the sound of the waves, mixed with the occasional cry of a seagull and the distant sound of children’s shouts and laughter. It was so peaceful and pleasant here. I let myself relax under him as he worked his way down to the small of my back and lifted the shirt out of my jeans. His long fingers slid under the material and worked their way up my back, rubbing and massaging every inch of my skin.

“You’re so soft” he whispered in my ear, playing my body as skillfully as though it were an instrument.

I murmured low in my throat and instinctively rose up a little as his hands swept my sides. My breasts ached for his touch and I felt his hands glide under my shirt to skim across them, my nipples stiffening in response. He chuckled.

“I can’t go too much farther here, babe” he breathed into my ear as he flicked and then pinched the swollen tips.

I groaned then as I felt his lips lightly touch my shoulder and begin to pull my flesh into his hungry mouth.

“You may not have to, I may just come right here” I muttered. Another chuckle as his breath tickled my ear.

“I want you to come” he sighed as he turned me over and eased himself on top of me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth.

I felt the hardness of his erection as he ground his hips against mine and we dry-humped right there for the entire world to see. I didn’t care. I was so lost in the moment. I wrapped my legs around his as he rode me, bucking rhythmically. He lifted his head and glanced around and then seeing the look on my face, his hand slipped inside my jeans.

“No one’s around. Let it go” he said, encouraging me, as his fingers made their way inside my panties.

“Aaaahhhhhh” he breathed as they slipped into my slick folds. “Come for me, baby” he urged as two fingers slid alongside my engorged clitoris, grasping and tugging gently.

Any shred of control I had ever possessed melted away at that moment as my body convulsed beneath him, and I exploded, biting my lower lip to keep from screaming. I dug my fingers into his shoulders; hanging on, as the contractions took over, rocking us in their fury. I felt the flood of warmth and wetness as I peaked and he pressed me harder, until the orgasm subsided, washing over me like the waves of the ocean.

“You are so beautiful when you come” he said, looking directly into my eyes, and slowly withdrawing his hand from my pants. My eyes began to focus and I returned to my body and reached up to brush the hair from his eyes.

“Oh, Jon, you are truly talented. You are my master, I am your slave” I confessed and he smiled a broad smile.

“I like the sound of that. It has possibilities, but not here. I‘m hungry now, let’s get something to eat first” he teased back, licking his lips.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. The man was incorrigible.