Bobby sat home alone in his bed. Hunter slept on the floor by the couch and Joel was on the couch. It had been a while since he had any type of release. He had just taken a shower. His hair was toweled dry, and his teeth recently brushed, the flavor of mint hanging on his tongue He got on the bed and closed his eyes.

He remembered the beach from Saturday: the smell of salty ocean water, the cold air, the way Sharon looked that night. It was dark but it wasn't too hard to make out the curves of her luscious body in her running clothes. He imagined her naked, her breasts exposed, soft curves going from them to her hips, her shapely legs and what lied within them. He wondered if her nipples were pink or brown. He imagined them pink, and he thought about how nice it would to pinch one.

Bobby's erection grew harder, and he added some lube to it. His hand gently wrapped around it and began to stroke. He grunted as his mind wandered away from his body. He imagined himself in Sharon's bed. He bet she had a nice bead, quality oak, comfortable mattress and sheets, which would be on the floor at that point. He imagined her ankles on his shoulders, and his eyes lined up with hers as he thrusted in her. His hips started to leave the bed as his body began to twitch a little. He wanted her, really badly.

His dick was throbbing at this point. His hand sped up as his forehead began to sweat. The cool air did nothing as his skin was heating up and his body, ached for a release. He started to grunt and growl as he got closer. He imagined her whispering into his ear as he thrusted in her. He couldn't see her screaming readily, but he would learn how to please her. He would find every sensitive spot and touch it gingerly until she was ready. She would scream his name and beg for more.

Bobby was an athlete in college and a natural performer. He loved scoring touchdowns and he loved to score between the sheets. It wasn't about numbers, well not only about numbers. He really loved to be lauded for his performances. There was no better sound than a woman screaming his name in ecstasy as he drove her over the edge and made her cum uncontrollably. Once he figured out what made a woman tick, he couldn't be stopped. He was like an Orgasm Monster and he was only satisfied when she was covered in sweat, hair a mess, and exhausted from the throngs of pleasure that he gave her. He imagined Sharon this way, cheeks flushed, perfect hair all over the place, and her out of breath. Sharon was different somehow. He didn't want to fuck her and bounce. He wanted to fuck her and then snuggle with her gently.

The thought of her cumming for him was enough to drive Bobby over the edge. He shot his load all over his sheets, and now he needed to change them.

Sharon's house.

She had taken a bath with a glass of wine. She needed to relax after her day. Work was uneventful for the most part, but Bobby wouldn't leave her thoughts: his smile, laugh, his lips were so soft, he smelled good, he looked amazing, and Sharon was sure he was dynamite in bed. She didn't want to rush this. It had been a long time since she had been so excited about a man, and she didn't want to screw it up. She was a little out of it and was hoping he wouldn't be disappointed with her in bed. The thought of sex with Bobby really got her going. She closed her eyes and pinched her nipples while she was in the tub. The wine relaxed her as her fantasy took over.

She imagined herself at the beach again, but this time she and Bobby were all alone. The kiss led to more. He pinned her to the blanked, his lips on top of her, his tongue ravishing her mouth. Sharon's hands found his hair as he warmed up her body with his. She imagined Bobby unzipping her jacket and tossing it aside. He kissed her neck and shoulders. Sharon's body starts to tense up with anticipation.

"Relax," he whispers into her ear as he undresses her slowly. He pulls off his clothes to match and he pulls another blanket on top of them to protect her from the cool air. She gasps as the combination of hot and cold overwhelm her body. His mouth plays with her breasts teasingly and makes her moan for him. His hands and lips explore her body, probing her wet pussy but not giving her what she wants. He's too reserved to jump in. He slowly pushes himself into her, the sensation causing her to moan loudly.

Sharon has now moved to her bed. Her fingers start probing her wetness as she fantasizes

His hips rock gently but deliberately, eliciting gasps and moans as Sharon nibbles on his ear. Bobby rubs her back affectionately as he slowly picks up the pace. He kisses her neck and shoulders and murmurs into her ear. Sharon looks at the moon. It's full and bright and inspires lust in her as she gazes into it. Sharon's hips rise to meet Bobby's thrusts.

Sharon's body is aching for him. Her finger plunge into her body, and she begins to finger herself vigorously

Sharon's lips find Bobby's and they kiss passionately as he controls her body. His hands find her ass and begin to grope it. The feeling sends chills down her spine. Bobby pulls her into him and resumes his thrusts. She is ready to cum for him.

Sharon digs a vibrator out of her drawer, and it reaches her clit. She turns it on and grunts loudly. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" She moans as she imagines Bobby pounding her on the beach.

Sharon cums all over the blanket. Bobby is soon to follow. He fills her with his seed and rolls over of her. They lie side by side watching the moon, basking in its rays, and their bliss.

Sharon cums all over her sheets. "Fuck!" She thought. Now, she had to change them.