In lieu of switch day, Slave requested some cock riding from my beloved, and Mistress rode herself to a few groaning with ecstasy cums before, tired, she rolled over and let Slave have his way with her. But after a brief recuperative snooze, we slid into some hiking clothes, enjoyed breakfast at a locals' haunt, and then headed for the Point Reyes National Seashore, just up the coast.
The fog was clinging to the coast through the morning, and we got a good workout walking two miles or so along the wild coast line, huge breakes crashing just a few feet off shore.
After our walk, we stopped by a little town we'd been to years ago, then headed back to the beach at Bolinas, where the sun was bright, the skies were blue and the surfers were in their wet suits.
We spread out a picnic lunch, and read a bit, with Mistress intermittently responding to text messages from one of her AM "prospects".
"he's asking about what I like Slave....."
"Oh really, and what does he like?"
"Sounds like he's into worship too.... "
Of course, Slave enjoys the competition. It will only make me raise my game.
By now, Mistress has culled the potential suitors down to two interesting fellows, both out of towners with frequent travels to River City. She has back to back dinner "dates" set up with them for early next week.
"What if you like both of them, Mistress?"
"Hmmmm..... I guess we'll have to sort that out later, Slave.
After the sun got low and the wind picked up, we abandoned the beach, and headed back to our funky B & B.
It made sense to have a little more sex before dinner, didn't it? All that text message flirtation seemed to make both of us horny.
