Surreptitiously he gave his prick a little pat through his pants as he passed through the doors into the cooler night air. Wagner was proud of his nine hard inches of dick and the way all the girls stared wide-eyed when they got a look at his tool.
Once she was out on the sidewalk, Angie turned to wait for him and saw him rub his hand lightly over his crotch. A coquettish gleam in her eye, she extended her own hand to trace the path Dave's had just taken. Reassured by the growing cock-bulge there, she rose on tiptoes to plant her lips firmly yet briefly on his.
"Mmm, feels good down there," she told him lewdly, her blue eyes penetrating his in the gleam of the streetlight.
Wagner nervously turned his head to left and right to make sure they were not being observed. The only person around was one of the club bouncers who'd come out for a quick break and a smoke, but he was looking in the other direction. Reassured, Dave took Angie by the arm and led her towards the parking lot and his car.
Angie had noted her date's nervousness after she copped a feel of his crotch, and she smiled up at him a little condescendingly as he took her arm. "What's the matter?" she taunted him. "Worried about your reputation?"
"There are just some things I think ought to be done in private, that's all," he told her tersely as he held the car door open for her.
"Jeez, that takes a lot of the fun out of life," Angie replied gaily before he'd closed her door. She was in a raw reckless mood, the product of a lot of dancing and a little liquor. Though she knew already she would never really like Dave Wagner, she admired his strong body and handsome features.
Angie was game for some wild fucking tonight. And the sooner they started the better.
Realizing she had probably wounded Dave's feelings a moment ago, she decided it would be a good idea to play the game his way for a little while, to get him back in the mood.
As they drove in silence along the beach highway, the radio filling the void of conversation with some after-midnight jazz, Angie slid over closer to the brooding man and laid a hand gently on his upper arm, snuggling her face against his shoulder.
"Mmmm, you're so nice and strong," she cooed in a deep lusty whisper, running her fingers appreciatively over his biceps and shoulder.
Though he had been rather perturbed by Angie's taunting remarks, Dave felt his anger abate in proportion to the soothing effect of her hand on his arm. True, she was a pretty wild woman, gutsier than the women he was used to, more shameless in a sense, but her touch at the moment was gentle and soothing.
Dave felt a hot ache in his balls that signaled his renewed desire to fuck her.
"Gee, the beach is so pretty tonight," Angie murmured, her soft breath grazing his ear as she spoke. "Why don't we go down and sift sand with our toes for a few minutes?"
Wagner agreed readily, pulling his Cadillac to an abrupt halt on the bluff overlooking the long moonlit strip of merging sand and surf. He was excited by the idea of a few minutes' necking on the beach. It would be a fitting prelude to champagne and seduction back at his apartment.
They left their shoes in the car and rolled up their pantlegs so they could walk through the shallows. The cool water felt soothing and refreshing after the long night's dancing.
Angie and Dave walked along hand in hand for a few moments, neither speaking, both momentarily overwhelmed by the easeful beauty of their environment.
Suddenly Angie released Dave's hand and turned to face him, both hands rising to the back of her head to raise her long, silky blonde locks and toss them sensuously back from her grasp. The action made her boobs rise invitingly towards her partner.
Almost involuntarily, Dave's hands rose to grasp one firm-fleshed jug in each hand and give them a hard excited squeeze. Just the feel of her tits, even through her blouse, made his cock jerk impatiently.
God, what fantastic knockers, he thought feverishly, just like new-picked, ripe, juicy melons. I can hardly wait to get her naked and moaning on that big waterbed of mine.
Angie had been watching the effects of her maneuver eagerly. The stimulating caresses of the slight sea breeze coupled with her own thoroughly aroused sensuality had given her an idea. She wanted to fuck right there on the beach, right in the surf. It was one of her erotic dreams, and she figured tonight was as good a time as any to realize it.
"Kiss me," she whispered huskily, her own mouth already reaching forward for Dave's.
Excited by her avid invitation, Dave enclosed the voluptuous blonde in his arms and planted his mouth down firmly on her full trembling lips. He was startled by the ardor with which her small searching tongue darted right up into his mouth, dueling tantalizingly with his own and searching out the farthest recesses of his throat.
She was thrusting her lush body invitingly against him, her belly grinding lewdly against his hardening prick, her boobs cushioning themselves generously against his chest. A low groan curdled hoarsely in her throat and then developed into a more vocal whimper as he reached down a hand to massage roughly at the round, churning globe of one ripe asscheek.
Jeez, I've never seen anything so hot, not even a cat in heat, Dave thought wonderingly to himself, as his mouth worked feverishly to keep up with hers. I'd better get her home quick before she makes me come in my pants.
It was only with difficulty that he managed to draw his mouth back from hers so he could speak.
"Jesus, honey, you're really something else," he said, his face contorting into a hungry leer as he stared into the lust-heavy eyes she directed so pleadingly towards his own. "What say you and I go back to my place where we can be more comfortable?"
Gently he began to lead her back towards the stairs that led to the top of the bluff and his car. His mind was already lost in erotic pictures of the fuck to come, and it took him a moment to realize that Angie was actually resisting his lead.
"Let's not go yet," she cooed, her lips again reaching for his, one hand grasping his hand and leading it to the warm swell of her cunt-mound. As her tongue stabbed hotly between his lips, one hand pulled down the zipper of her jeans while the other encouraged his fingers to enter the gap she'd opened for him.
Dave was ready to argue with the horny blonde, when his attention was arrested by the startling discovery that she wore no panties under her jeans.
Why, the little bitch, he thought excitedly, churning that ass in every direction all night and all the time she's naked under her pants. Looks like she's always cock-hungry. Well, she's come to the right man, if I can just get her off this fucking beach.
But Dave was now in less of a hurry as his finger explored the soft, sparse fur of her pussy-hair and wormed its way to the top of her gash and into moist contact with the already hardened nub of her clitoris. His fingertip prodded and circled the turgid bud frantically while his mouth melded hotly with hers. His finger was trying with difficulty to move down her puffy slit and reach her obviously seeping cunt-mouth, but her jeans were so tight that, even with the zipper open, it was difficult to make headway.
Angie realized at once what Dave's problem was and she wriggled her butt in broad lewd circles, helping the man work her pants far enough down so he could slip a finger up into her craving cunt-hole.
How she wanted to fuck! Frenziedly and intensely, right here at the edge of the tide. She wanted this spontaneous animal coupling like she hadn't wanted anything for a long time.
"AAAaagghhh!" she moaned suddenly as Dave's finger finally worked its way inside the tight mouth of her quivering cunt.
"Oh, yes! Yes, that's it," she crooned into his shoulder as she ground her twat down to meet the thrusting finger, her senses glittering with lust.