A PRIVATE DICK

A lone car, a 1937 Ford Coupe, was parked on the beach just off the Pacific Coast Highway. Scrub grass covered rises partially obscured the automobile from view of passing motorists. The couple embracing on the front seat had been going at it for almost an hour. Both were disheveled. The man's tie was loose and the woman's make-up smeared. The hem of her skirt was high up her thighs, well past her nylon stocking-tops, revealing the straps of her garter belt and a generous amount of white flesh.

Despite the man's best efforts, the top of the woman's dress remained buttoned. He had to be satisfied with groping her breasts through the fabric of her clothing. Likewise, each time he tried to slide his hand up between her thighs, she would stop him by grabbing his wrist. After all of this groping and kissing, the man had an erection so intense, it was almost painful. A large wet-spot had formed in his crotch from the copious amount of pre-cum he was leaking.

Suddenly the woman looked at her watch and push away from the man, her hands flat on his chest. Before he could respond, the woman was unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly. With a wicked grin, she looked into his eyes as her hand slid into the opening of his boxer shorts. The man let out a startled gasp, and then leaned back, his arms stretched out across the back of the car seat.

Cool, slender fingers wrapped gently around his hard shaft, and the woman dragged the man's erection out into the open. The light of the setting sun caused the clear preseminal fluid coating the head of his dick to glisten in a sparkling manner. Her grin grew wider, knowing that she was the cause of his needful arousal.

Without hesitation, her hand began moving up and down his shaft. Her soft fingers gripped him firmly, forming a fist and beating him off. As she pumped on his shaft, more pre- oozed from the tip. And more. Forming a puddle that eventually broke, trickling down the side of his hard cock. She moved her fist up to meet it, smearing the sticky substance all along the length of his shaft.

Soon his cock was coated with its own emissions and her pumping fist made a loud squish-squish-squishing noise as she gave him a welcomed handjob. Working his cock to give him the relief he so badly needed. As the sun sank lower, the only sounds were the fapping noises of her jacking him off, the waves lapping on the shore, and the occasional squawking of a sea gull flying overhead.

All the while she was jacking him off, her wide eyes kept darting between his face and the hard cock in her stroking hand. She licked her lips in anticipation of his impending orgasm, her fist steadily sliding up and down his shaft. Eventually the man's breathing became rapid. He made raspy, gasping noises as he got closer and closer to his release. Deftly the woman shifted hands. Her left fist now gripped his cock and her right hand reached between his widespread thighs to grab his balls.

That did it. Pushing him over the edge. With a loud, long groan he started ejaculating. Thick rope-like jets spewing from the end of his dig. Giggling excitedly, the woman pumped on the man's cock fast. Harder. Working him through his messy, erupting climax.

Gradually his spewing ceased and he open his eyes, lifting his head from the back of the car seat. He looked down at his already softening cock and the woman's sperm covered hand. A hand that was already slowing down. Slowing down until she was just leisurely caressing his dick. Milking out the last few remaining drops. With a sheepish grin, he looked at her face and just shook his head. An expression of gratitude on his face.

The woman released the man's spent cock and half-turn from him, reaching for her purse to get tissues from the pocketbook to wipe off her hands and then to clean up his flaccid, gooey cock. After she had cleaned them both up as best as she could, she smoothed down the hem of her dress and settled back in the seat, admiring the pink and lavender sky where the sun had set.

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Lying flat one one of the rises was Pete Stroker, Private Investigator. He held a 35 millimeter camera with telescopic lens between his hands. Although he had taken all the shots he needed, he did not rise from his prone position. Instead, he waited until the couple had started their car and pulled off before he stood up. Allowing the camera to hang from its strap around his neck, Stroker brushed off the front of his suit and then turned to walk back the several hundred yards to his own car parked alongside the road.