Ocean View Worship

Mistress and Slave took a nostalgic tour of the Northern CA Coast this weekend - traveling north on Saturday to a little idyllic "town" where the Russian River meets the Pacific, and where we took our young daughters for summer vacations back before the "turn of the century".  We stumbled down the narrow, steep path to a secluded beach where river meets sea, and where humans are far out numbered by seals and pelicans.

It's a place where we frolicked with our young ones years ago, building sand castles and constructing shelters from drift wood.  But now we were alone, the daughters all grown up and frolicking in different ways.  The sun burnt through the morning fog just as we arrived, and Mistress soon was stripped down to her undies, enjoying the warm sun.

We spent a good chunk of the afternoon down there, enjoying the sea breeze, the sounds of the surf and watching seals pop in and out of the water, hunting for the fish that were trying to swim up river.

But before we abandoned our abandoned chunk of heaven, there was some business to be taken care of.

"How about some worship, Mistress?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Slave....."

We did have to dodge the gaze of all those tourists on the cliffs above, taking the photo op but not daring the steep trail down.  So Mistress huddled under a make-shift drift wood lean-to, slithering out of her undies, and parking her firm ass on a beach towel.

"It's a little sandy down there, Slave....."

Ah yes. the ubiquitious beach sand had insinuated itself into those clean shaven folds.  Slave did his best to brush her clean, and soldiered through his duties. What's a little grit when it comes to savoring and serving?

Mistress soon came with s shudder and moan, and complimented her slave on my devotion.  Then it was time to abandon our little patch of heaven and head back to our B&B.

Rest assured that slave was rewarded for his service.

Beach Bums

Mistress and Slave slid off to a cute little beach town just north on Highway 1 for a few days of R&R before heading back to the heat and drudgery of River City.

We haven't missed much back there, and are grateful we've been away as our hometown is embroiled in yet another racial / policing controversy. Good time to leave town!

The weather is much cooler here this time of year, and the vagaries of the "marine layer" blowing in from off shore can make for cool, cloudy mornings.  But when the sun pops out, Mistress is more than happy to enjoy the sun.

The cool mornings are perfect for lounging in our bed in a cozy if a bit cramped and overdecorated B&B room, leaving plenty of time for some sex that might have woken the lady in the next room before a long walk on the beach.

When the clouds rolled back again around lunch time, we headed a little further up the Coast, and found a sunny beach along Tomales Bay where Mistress napped and slave caught up on some old New Yorkers. Then it was back to our B&B at around 5 pm before some pre-dinner nooky.  Our fellow boarders might take up a collection to find us a more secluded room if we keep this up!

In case you were wondering, Mistress claims that her breakfast date - that old high school friend she went skinny dipping with - did not overtly flirt with her.

"I think he had a crush on me back then, slave. but was always too timid to come onto me."

No wonder. Mistress can be a little intimidating.

But there was someone else at the hotel who wasn't timid.

"I was riding the elevator with this very handsome guy, slave.  ABout my age. He chatted me up, very flirtatious. He asked me if I was "traveling alone".  I think he was disapointed when I answered that I was here with my husband."

"was he hot, Mistress?"

"He was  definitely the kind of guy I would have had a drink with if I was traveling alone."

Hmmm.   I guess my short business engagement should have dragged on a bit longer.

Verti-Gone

Mistress and Slave dropped off the radar back in River City yesterday, and have popped  back up on the left coast. It's a business trip for me, and I induced Mistress to join me with  a promise of a few days at the beach.  Big surprise - she fell for it!

So we've spent about 24 hours walking the streets of the City by the Bay, I have finished my brief work assignment, and soon we will pick up a car to head up the Coast for a few days of R&R.

Our hotel was one of the locations for that 1958 Hitchcock movie Vertigo.  So that inspired us to watch the movie Sunday evening. Last night we found the posh Nob Hill apartment building that Kim Novak called during the movie. And our hotel features a stair well that would made Jimmy Stewart's head spin.

The more appealing view at the hotel was Mistress on our king sized bed, "airing out" after a several hours of marching up and down hills here on an unusually warm afternoon.  Rest assured that Slave soon was employing all of my devotional skills to make her afternoon complete.

This morning, Slave had that brief work engagement that paid for my plane ticket and that nice hotel room bed. Mistress set up a breakfast date with an old male friend from her high school days who is a high tech poobah here on the coast. He cleared his schedule when Mistress offered to meet him for breakfast.

I was a little curious.

"So did you guys have sex back in the day, Mistress?"

She poo-poohed the notion.

"It wasn't like that then, Slave.  I was just in high school."

So you're saying he's never seen you naked, Mistress?"

"Well there was that time up in Alaska, when a group of us went skinny dipping...."

Ah, I figured there was a back story here.  Mistress is  now on her way back from her breakfast date.  I am looking forward to a full rundown.

Mistress Primps for Her Saturday Afternoon Play Date

It's been hot and humid here this week in River City.

After Slave spent about an hour performing "field slave" duties in our yard -- "clearing brush" makes me feel a little too Reagan-esque but it has to be done - I joined Mistress in the shower. I was  washing away the grime, sweat and poison ivy detritus before doing the grocery shopping and visiting my cranky mother. Mistress on the other hand was freshening up after a morning bike ride so as to be to be nice and sweet for her mid-day appointment with her lover, Jay.

As she primped, Slave rested on the bed, reviewing some tedious work related documents on my lap-top. It gave me a chance to see Mistress run through her pre-cuckolding rituals.

Legs shaved.  Check.

Clean shaven folds shaved.  Check.

Make-up?

"I warned Jay that on Saturday afternoon there would be no make-up, Slave..... he seemed happy with that."

"Naturally.  You look beautiful without it, Mistress."

By the time I was ready to head off on some errands and visit my cranky mother, Mistress had selected some Saturday afternoon play date undies, and was lounging on our bed. She wouldn't be leaving for about 30 minutes so just had to select an appropriate summer frock and some jewelry to compliment it and her glowing tan.

Her state of dress (or undress) forced me to pick up my I-phone.

It was a rather summery combo, perfectly suitable for a Saturday afternoon romp with Mistress Type A, buff and randy lover.

"I think Jay will appreciate that choice, Mistress."

"Do you think so, Slave.....it's not what I typically wear when I go over there...."

"Looks good enough to eat, Mistress...."

And I suspected Jay would be doing quite a bit of that before the afternoon was over.

Apparently Mistress had second thoughts. As I was pumping gas on my way to the grocery store, a text message from Mistress popped up on my I phone.  Apparently Mistress decided to change panties:

"nice, Mistress" was my response.  Either way I'm sure Jay would be happy doing the un-pealing.

Do our readers have any thoughts on the more appropriate summer afternoon cuckolding-wear?

I tended to my own affairs through the afternoon, and heard from Mistress at around 3:30 pm that she would be home in about 30 minutes.

As promised, she arrived home around 4 pm, with that post-fucked glow, wearing a light summer dress. And while we had plans to go to our swim club for an al fresco dinner, there was plenty of time for an appetizer.

Mistress stripped off that summer frock, lay back on our bed, and let slave push aside the narrow band of silky black fabric covering those recently shaved - and fucked - folds.  I was more than happy to sample the sopping aftermath of her afternoon delights.

"So how did your afternoon go, Mistress?"

"Lots of cock riding, Slave..... for some reason Jay was into that today.  And of course doing exactly what you're doing now....."

In response to my own ministrations, Mistress came with a quick and rousing moan, bucking her hips against my lips and tongue.

"Hmmmmm...... that was hot slave..... I guess I'm still aroused....."

It was a little unusual..... fresh and juicy fun for a cuckold / slave, as refreshing as a summer peach.

As Mistress has recently noted., summer is going by way too fast.