Amazing Grace

1st chapter: At a house party of my classmate, I was smitten by her mother, Grace. I followed her for a week and learned her daily schedule, which included working as a librarian on weekdays, and helping at a church pantry on Saturdays. I registered to the library, and later joined Grace at the pantry on Saturdays. During breaks we started chatting, and became friends. Slowly our connection became friendship and going out together. I confessed my attraction to her, and after some hesitation, Grace admitted to feeling the same, and we became intimately involved. Next, we planned to take a short trip together.

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After our encounter at her home, we began seeing each other regularly. Grace was busy, working as a librarian almost every day of the week between 12 and 8 pm, but certain mornings she was free. On weekends, except for volunteering at the pantry, we had time to enjoy together. We strolled holding hands in nearby parks, saw movies at the theater, and at times went to exotic restaurants: Ethiopian, Cambodian, or Indonesian. Our feelings toward each other intensified, and gradually we spent less time outdoors and more time at home, mostly on the bed...

Our first month together was exciting and thrilling. We also planned our trip to San Diego. Grace asked me to take care of the arrangements, and said the expenses we'd share once everything was settled. I had to verify the dates, what kind of hotel she preferred, and what were the attractions she wished to visit in San Diego. As expected, she loved the city due to its comfortable weather, the famous zoo, La Jolla Cove, and the beautiful beaches. Based on her PTO dates, I bought us flight tickets and booked a king room at the Bay Club and Marina, which according to Expedia, seemed to be a very good option.

We left on a Friday and arrived at the hotel in the evening. At first glance, the hotel looked great. Reaching the place during sunset gave us a unique view of the area. Grace hugged me and said chokingly, "I love it already. Thanks for helping me fulfill one of my bucket list wishes."

"You're welcome. But, so that you know, these days on MY bucket the only item is YOU!..."

"Liar! But you are very sweet."

We sat on the hotel restaurant's balcony, admiring the nice pool and the large marina down below. Grace ordered the shrimp scampi linguini, while I preferred the steak au poivre. The pinot noir made everything even better, and we finished with ice cream. Everything tasted good. Was it really prepared well or we were hungry?...

I recall Grace sighing after she was done with the meal, "I loved the dessert."

I joked, "Funny. I thought YOU were supposed to be my dessert."

She giggled, "You are so naughty. I have no idea what I am doing here with you."

I winked at her, "We might find out later, when we are in bed..."

Grace took my hand in hers and mumbled, "Aren't you tired of being in bed with me?"

"Are you kidding? One of my favorite thoughts is finding a new location or position to have sex with you."

"You are weird, but I do like the way you think."

After dinner, we strolled around for an hour. It was warm with a light breeze, perfect for a nice evening walk. Then we returned to our room. Grace announced that she was going to shower. I offered to do her back.

She gazed into my eyes and inquired, "Will I be safe there with you?"

"I'll close my eyes when soaping your backside."

"I am not concerned about your eyes. My question has to do with your hands and the hard monster."

"My organ has a mind of its own, and my hands like to feel smooth skin, but I promise to be as tender as possible."

"I don't trust you."

"You are so cruel... preventing me from helping you get aroused. Sorry, I meant get soaped."

Grace laughed, "OK, let's go."

As we headed to the bathroom, I flashed a victory smile."

We undressed, operated the large showerhead, and entered the tub. As Grace stood under the pouring hot water, I grabbed the liquid soap and started rubbing her shoulders with it. She leaned on the ceramic wall, and murmured, "Your hands are very soothing."

Watching her divine rear, the last thing on my mind was 'soothing'. My soaping-massage turned more intense, and my palms slowly moved down her back. Her groans became audible. I moved closer to her, and my growing penis met her ass cheeks. She wiggled her butt, and my tool hardened fast. Within seconds, it reached its full size and nestled in her crack. My hands continued soaping her body, gradually moving forward, gently massaging her tits.

She sighed, "I knew you'd find a way to take advantage of me."

As I lovingly tweaked her round breasts, I asked, "Do you want me to stop what I am doing?"

"NO! But I still think you are a brute..."

"Lady, be nice, or I'll fuck you right here."

"You are a disgusting, nasty brute!"

Next, my right hand descended to her cunt. It was soaking wet, but it felt more oily than watery, verifying that just like me, she was horny. I bent down slightly, directed the helmet into her snatch, and gingerly stood up again, invading her vagina. She parted her legs for me, sat on my member, and began to ride it. With my left hand, I held both her palms above her head, and with my right, I kneaded her sensitive nipples one after another, while ramming my dick mercilessly into her pussy. I plowed her for 10 minutes before she succumbed and began screaming. I was worried our next door neighbors would complain, so my right hand moved from her boobs to her face, and then I inserted my thumb into her mouth. She instinctively began sucking on it, and her noise diminished. During her orgasm, her cunt muscles spasmed, milking my pecker, and making me cum sooner than I wished. Despite this minor issue, the shower experience was enjoyable.

When my deflating organ slid from her used pussy, I put soap on 2 fingers, penetrated her cunt, and cleaned it. Grace mumbled, "Honey, what are you doing to me?"

I smirked, "Just checking the lubrication under the hood."

Grace giggled, "Being naked with you is always a dangerous thing."

Later, in bed, we slept spooning.

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I woke up at 8 am and saw Grace sipping coffee on the balcony. I put on shorts, brushed my teeth, and joined her. My woodie was noticeable.

She grinned, "Your hardness is hard to miss."

I smiled, "Your English sucks. Are you saying it's hard to miss my stiffy, or you miss seeing it hard?"

"Shame on you: You barely woke up, and sex is already on your mind."

"Can we first roll in the hay, and I'll apologize later?"

Grace faked regret, "That's my punishment for agreeing to go out with an insatiable junior..."

"We can compromise, and do it here, on the balcony."

She chuckled, "You don't mind that other guests see us in the act?"

"Nobody knows us in San Diego. So, not at all. And if someone chooses to watch a live show and get aroused by it, even better."

"... you are a pervert..."

"Does it mean you'll agree to do it on the balcony?"

"Not now. If you are nice, maybe in the evening..."

I kissed her, "Your words suggest hesitation, yet your facial expression tells me otherwise. I think you are intrigued by my idea."

"Your deviant, adventurous mind sweeps me off my feet, and I feel that my brain is gradually affected by your naughty schemes."

"Honey, it tells me that your brain is still young and ready for all kinds of fun."

"I heard you. Now, let's dress up, go for breakfast, and decide what to do next."

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After a good breakfast, we elected to start at the famous zoo. It was a perfect day: Mostly sunny with temperatures reaching 75 degrees at midday. Grace wore jeans and short sleeved blouse. I did the same.

We arrived at 10 am, and a large crowd was already there. Unlike most visitors, who upon entering rushed to see lions, tigers, elephants, and monkeys, we moved to see rarer species, including the Fiji iguanas and the yellow-legged frogs. Later, we strolled to get a glimpse of the Amur leopards, the Galapagos tortoises, and the Sumatra Orangutans. After 2 hours of walking around, we bought ice cream and sat on one of the benches in the shade to watch the waterfowl. Grace looked happy and smiled a lot. Once, she even turned to me and kissed me despite the presence of multiple onlookers.

I commented, "Honey, people are watching. As a virgin, I feel embarrassed to be woman-handled like this in public..."

She giggled, "You are too funny, and I am falling for you."

I whispered, "I'd rather you fall ON me."

"Can't you be serious for once in your life?"

I gazed into her eyes and said, "Grace dear, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. If anything changed, it is that now I love you even more."

She French kissed me, "My knight and shining armor, you are forgiven."

After a short rest, we moved to the chimps' and gorillas' exhibits, and later went to watch the red pandas and tree kangaroos. Yes, we did not follow a logical order, preferring to see the almost extinct and then the more interesting, crowd grabbing animals.

At 5 pm, we took an Uber to an Italian restaurant that I booked earlier, and savored a traditional Southern Italian food. We returned to our room as the sun started setting. It was slightly after 7 pm. Grace stood on the balcony and seemed mesmerized by the beautiful orange sun.

I moved behind her, kissed the side of her neck, and muttered, "I recall you saying something about a SPECIAL evening act..."

She smiled, "I knew you'd never forget it. I bet you can forget your umbrella, wallet, or even your phone, but never anything regarding sex."

I nuzzled her earlobe, "If the sex is with you, I agree. In your next life, try to be less sexy, and I might behave differently."

Grace sighed dramatically, "So in this life I am doomed?"

"Yes, lady. Absolutely."

She turned to me, "If you want me naked, YOU do it."

"With pleasure." I slowly released her blouse buttons one after the other, 'unintentionally' rubbing her covered tits in the process. She had a tiny smile. Her eyes focused on the growing tent in my jeans. Eventually, I removed her blouse to peek at her D cup soft bra, which struggled to contain her mammaries. I unclasped the bra, and the massive tits jolted forward, happy to get free. I cupped them lovingly and sucked on the left one.

Grace mumbled, "You are not fair: I am almost naked, and you are fully dressed."

"Tough luck!"

Next, I lowered her jeans, and she kicked them off. Lastly, the low cut panties fell to the floor, and the gorgeous lady was on the open balcony in the nude. The balcony had a round table and 2 folding chairs. I lifted Grace onto the table, and gingerly placed her supine while verifying it was stable enough to handle our weight.

Subsequently, I quickly undressed, releasing my tumescent member. It pointed skyward. I knelt between her legs and licked her juices. Yes, she was moist and ready for action.

After 5 minutes of eating her labia, I stood up, aimed my tool into her snatch, and slowly advanced forward. It slid easily all the way. I heard Grace murmur, "Your beast feels so right inside..."

I began stroking at first gear while watching the nearby windows. In several of them I noticed moving shadows, but I wasn't sure if they noticed us or not. As Grace's breathing and heart rate increased, I whispered, "Just across from us, I see a young guy staring at us... Geez, his right hand is moving up and down on the front of his shorts! Is he masturbating while watching us? He must be a voyeur."

Grace said nothing, but her respiration became shallower, and her vagina started spasming. Did my lover get more aroused hearing that we attracted a fan?!...

I decided to up the ante: I accelerated my thrusts, massaged her stunning tits, and whispered, "The guy is enjoying our show. He shows a thumbs up sign. Amazing!"

She moaned, and within seconds, her body shivered and underwent a strong climax. I continued pounding her pussy, sending her to 2 additional peaks before ejaculating deep in her cunt.

As my penis began shriveling, 2 people exited to the balcony from a room slightly to our side. They leaned against the guardrail, and I wasn't sure if they saw us. A minute later, Grace lifted her upper body and asked, "Did a guy really watch us or you faked it?"

I pointed to the dim balcony near us, where the 2 guests were still leaning forward and blurted, "Now there are 2 of them. The second guy showed up after we were done."

She blushed, "Oh, god! I am ashamed for behaving like a slut, but... it was exciting..."

I kissed her, helped her off the table, and turned her around to face the outside. I moved behind her, grabbed her orbs, pinched her nipples lightly, and muttered, "It's dark on their balcony, and I cannot tell if they are gazing at us, but your twin peaks are too tempting."

Grace whispered, "Their balcony is dark, but ours is lit..."

I grazed my slowly climbing pecker against her ass crack and said, "Sorry, I didn't think about it."

She chortled, "Liar. Having an audience excites you."

I fingered her drenched pussy and mumbled, "Honey, you are also wet."

"These are not my secretions. It's your cum."

"Does it mean you are not into an encore on the balcony?"

"My pussy is hurting. You abused her too violently this time. I suggest a blow job. Take it or leave it."

"I love to watch and feel your lovely lips milk me. Last time after you gave me head, I slept like a baby."

"Is it a hint you expect me to give you oral every night?"

"Unless I fuck you..."

Grace chuckled, "Will I ever get a break from your sex-hungry mind?..."

"Yes. After I die."

"Shush!"

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The following morning was sunny, and the prediction was for a hot day: Around 85 degrees at 2 pm. I suggested taking an Uber to see La Jolla Cove, and observe the various animals that live there: Harbor seals, sea lions, pelicans, cormorants, and even sharks and dolphins. Later, we could move to one of the great beaches near San Diego.

Grace agreed enthusiastically. The drive to La Jolla Beach was short. We stood up above with dozens of other onlookers, and for 30 minutes watched the fauna below. The air became too hot rapidly, and I pushed to go to another beach. Grace didn't argue. How would she react if she was aware of my motivation?!...

I told the Uber driver to take us to Black's Beach. The descent on the Gliderport trail wasn't easy for Grace, but I helped her. As we closed in on the sandy beach, I saw her smile, "I didn't know why you didn't like staying on La Jolla Beach, but now I see why." Yes, most of the people on the north part of Black's Beach were partially or completely nude.

We found a less crowded area, placed a blanket on the sand, and sat down to look around. There were no children, and the adults were of all ages, feeling comfortable being naked. Not a single man had a swimsuit on. A few women wore swimsuits, but most were topless or fully naked.

I stared at Grace. She met my eyes and declared, "Knowing you, it's a sure bet you wish me to remove my bikini too. Correct me if I am wrong."

I stayed mum.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty! Why can't you get it that I am no longer young and beautiful? Your biased opinion of my body will not change this fact."

"Honey, you are not teenager, and I admit to being biased. However, you underestimate your beauty and magnetic attractiveness. Let me prove it to you."

"How will you do that?"

"Let's undress first."

I took off my Speedo, exposing my partially hard organ. She grinned. Then she took off her top, followed by the bottom part. Like every time before, I ogled her marvelous assets, which now, in the sunshine, looked even better. A couple of men watched Grace curiously. When she was naked, I suggested to stroll along the shoreline to look for shells. She agreed, and we began walking slowly by the water. Grace's eyes focused on the sand, searching for exotic shells. I, on the other hand, alternated my gaze from the sand to the people around us. As I expected, once Grace began walking, her natural sashay steps and bouncing big tits attracted the attention of several males. Pretty soon, most men stared at Grace with hungry eyes, with some of them sporting different degrees of erection.

As we continued strolling, I hinted to her to look sideways and eye our surroundings. She looked around, noticed the multiple wolves' eyes, and her face flushed. She mumbled, "My god, what's wrong with these people?"

I hugged her shoulder, "Nothing is wrong with them. Most men find a beautiful, sexy woman worth ogling. Our testosterone makes us do it. By the way, if you pay more attention, a couple of women cannot take their eyes off you as well. I don't know if they are lesbians, just enjoy looking, or jealous, but right now, you seem to be the main attraction on this beach."

Grace pulled my hand, "Let's go to the water. All these stares frighten me."

I agreed, and we jumped into the cool water. The tiny waves did not bother us, and gradually we moved into deep water, with only Grace's head above the surface. We swam a short distance, and then she said, "I am getting tired. It's not as easy as swimming in the pool."

Next, she wrapped her legs around my waist and floated on the seawater. I watched her boobs with hard nipples sway from side to side, and tenderly kneaded them for a while.

Suddenly, I heard Grace mutter, "Keith, your magic hands make me horny. Better stop now."

I continued more vigorously and chuckled, "What will happen if I don't?"

Her voice sounded raspy, "You'll have to complete the job right here."

I pinched one nipple lightly, and my other fingers reached for her cunt to tweak her clitoris as I blurted, "Absolutely not!"

She opened her eyes, grabbed my steely cock, and squeezed it, "You are toying with me. You are even more aroused than me."

"I'll never admit it."

"Be a good boy and shove your giant pole into my pussy."

"If you insist..."

Subsequently, I lifted her up above the surface, sat her on my vertically directed tool, and impaled her on it. She shut her eyes and moaned with delight. My hands massaged her breasts incessantly, knowing she loved it. At the same time, my prick drilled into her pussy as hard as I could. I noticed a young couple slowly approaching us. Being discovered was like an aphrodisiac for me, and I plowed her even faster. A couple of minutes later, the couple was close enough to see what we were doing. The guy whispered something to the girl. They stopped in their tracks and observed us. Grace came with a vengeance, quivering and whimpering. My orgasm followed shortly after. The couple was smitten by our act, refusing to move away.

I whispered in Grace's ear, "Our audience seems to be in trans watching us having sex."

She opened her eyes partially, saw the couple, and closed her eyes again. She murmured, "You make me look cheap."

I joked, "The opposite is true. They like the show. If the guy comes closer and asks to be with you too, I'll charge him a million dollars."

Grace giggled, "You are a real pervert. I suspected it before, but now I am sure of it."

I kissed her passionately, drowning her complaints.

We swam to the shore and returned to our blanket on the sand. Grace lay supine for 15 minutes, and her pale skin started to redden.

I said, "Either we leave, or I put sunblock lotion all over you."

Grace winked, "Your deviant mind is thinking of putting your hands on my chest and teasing the men around us."

I laughed, "My main goal was to touch and play with my 2 favorite toys, but you are right that having other guys envy me would make the 'hard' work of rubbing the lotion on your body more fun."