Go Fly a Kite

Go Fly a Kite

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


A random meeting on a beach leads very quickly to a change of relationships for a disillusioned young man.


A random meeting on a beach leads very quickly to a change of relationships for a disillusioned young man.


Submitted: January 28, 2012

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Submitted: January 28, 2012



Go Fly a Kite

(C)2012--Greg Stevens

Shane Coles felt a sudden spray of sand hit his feet, but kept his eyes shut against the sun that lay out across the water. When the second spray of sand hit his legs, he roused from his slumber. As the shadow crept over his face and he opened his eyes, he found a young lady in a string bikini struggling to pull a thin cord that stretched out above and past Shane's head. Shane craned his neck to discover what could possibly be so important to her. What he found was a kite lofting above the dunes behind him. And the girl was struggling with all her might to keep it from getting away.

"I'm sorry! It's a bit stronger than I am. Can you help me pull it back in?"

Her voice was as cute as she was and Shane jumped to his feet to grab the line and tug. As he pulled, the woman wound the cord about the spindle she held.

"At least I remembered to tie off the end so it wouldn't fly away."

"Actually, it wouldn't fly far. As soon as the cord is let go, the lift quits. Simple physics."

"That's good. I wasn't sure I could hold it. I guess it's too big or I'm too small."

Shane quickly appraised her body and decided she was not in the least too small and told her so in a more gentelmanly fashion than he was thinking. She smiled and continued to wind the string until the kite was again in hand.

"My name is Trina. What's yours?"

"Shane. Would you care to get a sandwich or a cup of coffee with me?"

Her smile told him all he wanted to know and he smiled back confidently as they headed for the parking area, where they both covered up enough to be presentable to appear in public.

After a coffee and a shared sub sandwich, Shane and Trina found they liked one another. A lot. The meeting of new friends then moved to Shane's home, not far away from the beach.

"You have a nice place, Shane," she said as she looked around, scanning every feature and detail of the room. "And you're a nice guy. I can see a lot of you in this room."

"You can see a lot of me?"

"The details tell me a lot about you. You're organized, but not so much as to be anal about it. You like aesthetically pleasing things, slightly out of the ordinary, which is cool. You have a romantic side, based on the painting on that wall."

"Wow, you're good."

"Not really. Just observant."

"No, trust me, you're good." Shane took her in his arms and gently kissed her.Trina didn't fight it.

The kiss went on for several minutes, breaking and re-engaging. Their eyes remained closed the entire time. When at last the kiss ended, more for the sake of getting their breath back, each sighed after a deep breath and then chuckled because they had mirrored one another's behavior.

"You're not so bad yourself," Trina revealed. "I was right about your romantic side, wasn't I?"

"Yes, you were." He reflected on the thoght and decided she was more right than he had originally considered himself to be. Shane again took her in his arms and felt the strangest feeling. There was something about this woman, different from other women he had known, that drew him to her. It was like a meeting of the souls. "Trina, I have to tell you something."

Her inquisitive gaze begged an answer.

"I'm currently with someone, but it isn't working and I'm going to end it...I mean, I was going to tonight. I really want to see you again, Trina. Now that I've met you, I think I want all the more to end a relationship that is going nowhere."

"You've tried to patch it up?"

"Yes. It doesn't work. I've tried several times."

Trina turned it over in her mind before speaking again. Then she smiled and held Shane, looking him in the eye.

"If you've done all you can to fix it, thought it over properly to make sure it isn't over something silly, then I think you are doing the right thing."

"It takes two to tango, as they say. She wasn't willing to meet me halfway. As it is, I don't think she's going to like it when I give her the news."

"What woman does? She may even want it as much as you do, but she probably will still try to make you feel guilty so she can feel better about herself."

Shane nodded. He was certain she was right in her conclusion.

"Then there's no time like the present." Shane turned loose of Trina and walked to the phone, picked it up and dialed the number. He waited as it rang, but there was no answer and it went to her voicemail. "Vicky, I need to talk to you. Give me a call as soon as you come in. This is Shane."

He hung up and let out a sigh of relief. He didn't really want to deal with it, as much as he needed to.

"She will call. You sounded ominous. Even I could sense it. She won't want to call, but the intrigue will be too strong for her to resist, if I guess right."

"Until then, would you like some wine?"

Trina and Shane had succumbed to the wine and to the feelings they felt for one another, which at this point could only be called lust. The T-shirts that covered their swimsuits had come off, Trina's swimsuit top was off and her breasts were pressed against Shane's chest when the phone rang.

"Crap. What timing," Trina complained. "Go ahead, take the call."

Shane broke free and lifted the receiver.

"Yes? Oh, yeah. I've been doing a lot of thinking, Vicky. We never seem to be able to communicate properly. We can't seem to stop fighting long enough to have fun anymore.... What? Well, yes, I guess I am suggesting we break up."

Shane waited and listened. After a short silence, even Trina could hear the receiver slam on the other end of the line and saw Shane pull the phone suddenly away from his ear, in obvious pain at the attack.

"That went well," he aid sarcastically. Then refocusing, he asked, "Now, where were we?"

Trina laughed softly, but suggested maybe she should leave.

"Not on your life. I'm taking no chances. I want to get to know you."

"Well, you're off to a good start." Trina untied her bikini bottom and dropped it to the floor. "Your move."

Shane now dropped his trunks and kicked them off. He could feel the heat of Trina's body against his. She drew close and held him to her. Shane took a deep breath, involuntarily, and moaned softly as he released it. He was off to the races now and lifted one of Trina's legs to allow access to her mound of love. Erect as he could be He pushed forward and rubbed in and out between Trina's legs until she moaned in synch with him. Trina broke free long enough to take his hand and lead him to the sofa, where she lay down and dragged Shane down on top of her. His tongue on her nipple flicked back and forth, causing her heart to pound so loud she could hear it in her ears.

When Shane felt she was getting wet enough, he slid between Trina's legs and slowly penetrated her. Trina trembled as each delicious inch slipped inside her. Shane, too, quivered. She was so tight and felt entirely different from Vicky. Her breasts were only sightly larger, but her nipples a different color than Vicky's. Shane suddenly wanted to suck all the dark caramel color from them. He pushed her breast up with one hand and reached his mouth to it.

As their hips began to pump in unison and the temperature began to rise, Shane heard the phone again. Neither of them wanted to stop. It was too late, they were too involved. Their temperatures were too high now. Shane ignored it, letting the machine take the message. As Trina and Shane were moaning and about to reach mutual orgasm, the message machine shifted from outgoing to incoming, letting him monitor the recording.

"Shane, I've been thinking it over, too. As far as I'm concerned, you can go fly a kite!" Click.

At the very peak of their orgasms, a message like that had only one effect--both of them began to laugh uncontrollably. Laughing and simultaneous intense orgasm wasn't what was expected, but it was certainly memorable.


This is but one example of a collection of 176 erotic tales I have written to date and which is still being added to, from a work  I call Bedtime Tales--Mini Movies for Naughty Minds. I will be making it available in the near future, in volumes of 25 tales each, at a very reasonable cost as a download. If you know of anyone who would care to help make these tales into real videos, please contact me on Yahoo IM under steven.gregory69@yahoo.com or at the email address itself. Thank you for reading and all commentys are welcome.

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