Monday, November 19, 2012

Once I Saw Her on a Beach of Weathered Sand

Did you know that Guitar World magazine put this song (Yellow Ledbetter by Pearl Jam) in their 100 greatest guitar solo's of all time.  Something to think about from a guy who rarely thinks!

Apparently the song is sung from the perspective of a man singing about the tragedy of his brother dieing in a war.  A rather melancholy thought to include in a post about Sandee.

But I wanted a lyric about a sandy beachy thought and I like Pearl Jam so there you go.

First of all when I re-read my post last Monday I realized that I was not exactly clear about what I was refusing or even what Sandee's test was.  Of course once I realized that I was glad because I certainly didn't want to clarify as I would much rather create confusion to enhance the story.

I guess I will now clarify.  Sandee had given me an easy out.  She said she understood if I wanted to pursue someone who was more certain of what they wanted.  Her superficial wish was for me to let her find her own way through the challenges of her life and marriage.  Passing her test would have been to move on and back to Ashley Madison which as I wrote about I did consider.

But in the end I failed or refused, however you want to look at it.  I was the varmint, and thus I failed her test by refusing to go away.  I couldn't walk away from someone who really did bring joy into my life and who I so enjoyed pleasing.

So on a hot Friday night in July I had to work.  We finished a bit early so I had some time to spare. As we were finishing I sent a text to Sandee, "Can you come out and play by the river; leaving for work in about 30 mins.  Can you meet at our spot?"

I didn't assume that she could come out on a moments notice but I was pleasantly surprised when she texted back "sure."

So about 30 minutes later we met at our "spot" and began a moonlit walk along a river.

But we didn't walk for long.  After a few minutes we found a path down to the river banks slightly hidden by bushes and small trees.  I sat down on a rock and she sat on my lap and we kissed for a long time.  She moved her hands down and started fondling me below the belt.  I loosened my belt to encourage her.  She slowly slithered down to her knees before me keeping eye contact and giving me a vixen-like smirk as her hands felt their way to my waist and she unzipped my pants and slid them down.

Sandee gently ran her soft hands along the shaft of me.  She then kissed my dick and said "so lovely" as she looked up again and smiled.  Her smile I could just barely make out in the broken gleam of the moonlight peaking through the few pieces of space left by the dense growth of trees hanging over those river banks.

She then ever so slowly and gently moved her mouth over me.  In slow rhythm she moved forward over me and then slowly retreated back, her tongue gently massaging the underside.  With the warmth of the night air this felt like an exotic spa.  She was so beautiful as her blond hair glistened in that remnant of moonlight.

It would not have taken long for me finish right there and there but I wanted her to be with me in that end.  I gently rubbed her shoulders as she moved over me and eventually motioned her back up.  But I didn't invite her back up to my lap.  I now moved down to her and unloosed her pants.  Moving my hands inside and inside of her.  I kissed her now naked belly and moved lower.

After she began to sigh I stood up and gave her a brief kiss but rotated slowly behind her gliding her pants down now below her knees.  I moved my hand to her waist again and pressed my fingers into her.  She arched her back and I now kissed her as well, my head hovering above her small stature.

As my right fingers were inside of her and my left hand held her waist firm to my hips I instinctively grinded against her from behind.

In sequence I guided her as she retreated forward with her arms to that rock before us, the same rock that I had sat upon.

From that point I slowly moved into her from behind.  She was so wet it was not hard in spite of the difficult surroundings.  Only a slight sigh signaled that transition into her. It did not take long as the simple foreplay had us close to orgasm.

After, we cleaned up slightly and she came back to my lap on that rock.  We kissed some more, laughed a little, and talked about our day.  Just then we heard some other laughter perhaps some other couple with the same thought in mind.

It was getting late and we needed to get back home.  And perhaps we needed to lend privacy to that other couple who wished soon to be where we had been moments before.

I had to leave Sandee and head back home but what a delightful summer moonlight stroll!  :)

I guess I started this post thinking beach and now I'm thinking moonlight...

"Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after that same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me"

But here is that Top 100 guitar solo from Pearl Jam:


Kat said...

Whew.....very, very hot! I'm wondering how I'm going to be able to focus on work after *that*.

Same sassy girl said...

Gosh... I was all sleepy and headed to bed, just peeking at the blogs for a moment and now? Revved up! Thanks! I want to be between a rock and hard place! So hot!

Ryan Beaumont said...

@ Kat - Focus on getting yourself to a river or pond or bay or anyplace where you can get a little sweaty and sandy.

@ Sassy - You know just how to get yourself in the right predicament!