The office was empty and I was working a little overtime. I got a FaceTime request from Venice, who had just gotten off of work and seemed to be in a great mood. It was Friday and she was in her car driving home for the night. We were going to drink and relax soon, and she seemed extra excited. After a few moments, she asked, “Can you turn on the other camera view and show me your crotch?”
I changed views and aimed it towards my pants. I then replied, “Shouldn’t you keep your eyes on the road?”
She quickly told me to shut up and just do what she said. I can see her driving and glancing towards the phone every now and then, but she could not see me at all. My camera was faced towards my crotch. I felt my balls begin to warm up and shift as the blood began to rush to my dick. She teasingly asked, “How fast do you think you can cum for me?”
I responded, “I will show you when I get home.”
She replied, “How about you show me now and then you also show me when you get home?” I didn’t respond but I knew what she wanted. She then followed up her question and asked, “Why don’t you pull out your big ass dick and let me watch you stroke it while I drive home?” I didn’t talk and obeyed her instructions. I pulled my half-swollen dick out and watched it myself on the small video in the corner while most of my screen showed Venice’s face glancing at my dick. I could see she immediately got excited. “I want to watch that sexy dick shoot out cum all over the place. Make sure you put your cock right up to the camera when you explode.”
I don’t know what drove us to head back to the beach that night. Maybe we were summoned by the sound of perpetual waves rolling onto the wet sand. Maybe we were drawn to the idea of warm air surrounding us. Maybe our sandy feet from our stroll earlier that day caused us to make the drive back. Whatever it was, the romantic notion of “fucking at the beach” was too strong to ignore. But the fact was it was still winter. And despite us being in Florida, I bundled up as tight as I could, putting on layer upon layer of clothes from whatever was available in our car. I started off with a brown spaghetti strap tank top, tan wrap skirt, and flip flops and added a black scarf, my pea coat, and fur-lined suede boots. According to the reading on the rearview mirror, it was 43 degrees outside.
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Today is our anniversary. As I think about today, I can’t help but think about the time we’ve spent together and how quickly it has passed. We’d gotten married so young, but even at that young age, I knew I found exactly who I was looking for. Like everything else, time changes things. In the beginning, we were rough stones, awkwardly balancing against each other. But over time, wind/water erosion, heat, cold, and weather have turned us into a beautiful work of art. We still retain our core, but our experiences, outside forces, and awakenings have shaped us into a beautifully weathered sculpture.