Dean plays with his beach balls and roams over some lovely dunes...

In today's offering, I celebrate busty babes on the beach...(remember, captions relate to the photo ABOVE them!)

...Claire had to laugh...every time she came out of the water to rejoin Dean on the beach...he had the same, er, physical reaction...


...after reading the first few pages of Dean's blockbuster book, Globe Trekker: Memoirs of a Traveling Breastman...she thought, I've GOT to meet this guy...

...Knowing that Dean was such an avid breastman...she had been at first reluctant to go along with her two other friends to join Dean at the local clothing optional beach...she was a bit afraid he might not like her breasts...but as he lay there chatting with her, openly staring at them, she knew she needn't have worried...not even the beach towel could hide Dean's approval of her breasts...

...she thought, while smiling to herself, my goodness here comes that Dean for some more...the only way I am EVER going to get a tan on this vactaion is if we do it outside...

...frankly, they both were a bit embarrassed...Dean was the only man on the entire stretch of the nudist beach walking around with a raging hardon...so, every so often she would lead Dean off to a secluded spot so they could, well, take care of the problem...that usually helped for about thirty minutes or so, and then they would return to their special place...but all in all, it was a great day at the beach...

                       

....the second day of her vacation she saw Dean walking down the beach...she remembered sitting at the hotel bar the previous evening as two other women pointed him out to her and related their respecitive sexual encounters with him...

...well...she thought...if half of what they said about him was true...hmmm....

...when Mitzi saw him go to the outdoor cabana bar and order a drink...she decided to make her move...

As is happens...unbeknownst to Mitzi, Keri saw Dean walking down the beach the same time...Keri also had overheard the same two women that morning talking in one of the hotel's shops about Dean...she mused, well, if half of what they said about him was true...hmmm.

Keri had become so intrigued by the story she heard, that she had one of the hotel staff point Dean out to her...and lo, there he was walking down the beach...

...when she saw Dean head for the outdoor cabana bar and order a drink...she decided to make her move...needless to say, Dean had a great afternoon, and evening and night and morning...

...for two days of her vacation, she had been trying to lure Dean up to her room...finally, she hit upon the right way to truly get his attention...

...the girls had sooo been looking forward to Dean's visit to their island paradise...

...as he disembarked from his sailboat, "Bustin' Out," they all five greeted him effusively...

The girls immediately decided they should play their usual game to determine the order in which they would be with Dean for the weekend...they instructed Dean to walk down the beach about a quarter of a mile...

The game played out as follows: It required a little race and the girls would be with Dean in the order they reached him...at first, it seemed that Lorna might win...with Terry coming in a close second...frankly, as Dean sat in the shade of a palm tree, sipping his strawberry daquiri he emitted a great sigh of relief...he had remembered to pack his vitamins....

...well, as it happens, Gianna reached Dean first...thus the order was set for all five girls...the rule being that each girl in turn would spend an hour so with Dean...giving him a little rest in between, then the next and so on...then they would start all over!!!...that first hour with Gianna set the tone for the rest of the weekend...Dean knew her shrieks and yelps of pleasure could easily be heard through the thatch walls of the hut...good thing this stretch of the beach was deserted, Dean thought...

...Christy came next...and oh how she came...and came, and came...

...after listening to Dean pleasure Gianna and then Christy, by the time it came to be her turn, Lorna was in quite a state of sexual agitation...

...being fourth...Terry had to work a little harder...to make Dean a little harder...but she worked it all out...quite well actually...during her allotted hour she worked it out three times!!!  As she left the hut...Dean popped some more vitamins...and wondered..damn, this is just the first afternoon...will I make it!!!

...watching each of the girls exit Dean's hut with that post coital glow...with those sloe-eyed expressions of bliss...dazed into a mild stupor by the sexual heights to which Dean had taken them...Angela entered Dean's hut swearing that next week she would begin jogging...never again would she come in last in the race for Dean...

...yes...Dean had been concerned if he would survive that first day...if he would be able to continue to pleasure the girls throughout the weekend...but on Monday morning, his day of departure...he knew everyone had had a great time...yes, the girls gave him quite a sendoff...

...oh, the things she would do to entice Dean into the pool with her...

...Dean couldn't help looking over his shoulder to the pile of clothes on the beach...recalling her baggy sweat pants and the oversized blouse she usually kept buttoned up to her neck...oh how glad he was that he had overcome his initial urge to say no to going skinny dipping with her...

...in spite of himself...Dean gasped when Margie...the one on the far left, told Dean that she couldn't go up to his room alone...that her and her girlfriends were on vacation and had agreed at the outset to do everything together...would it be alright if all three came up to his room...that's when he decided he needed to upgrade to a suite...

...she had to marvel a bit at Dean...with her other male friends the cool water made it shrink...but not with this guy Dean...no sirree....

...she was tired...each time she asked Dean to spread sunscreen over her--well, he would get a little excited..and, you know...so after the third time of asking Dean to apply the lotion to her body...she really did need a nap...

...she admitted she had to marvel a bit at Dean...with her other male friends the cool water made it shrink...but not with this guy Dean...nope, not at all...

...the thing she liked about her new boyfriend Dean was that he was an open book...you always knew what was on his mind...

...she had agreed to go to the beach with three of her closest girlfriends...but she couldn't stop thinking about Dean...everything reminded her of him...when she looked at her legs...she thought of how good they felt wrapped around him...either his waist or his head...

...when she got on her hands and knees to adjust her towel...she could almost feel his hands on her hips...his hands roaming, groping greedily over her bottom...

...when she looked down at her tits...well...she could almost feel his strong, hard manhood right in between them...she could feel the warmth of his release upon them...yes...by the time the girls were packing up for the trip home...she was on her cell phone trying to track down Dean...she wanted soooo much to tell him about her day at the beach...

Dean gets up at Dawn...a little ode to the porn star Dawn Stone...

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Our hero wakes up this morning "intrigued" once more....

The word intrigue, as a verb, is defined thusly: to arouse the curiosity or interest of by unusual, new, or otherwise fascinating or compelling qualities; appeal strongly to; captivate:

This morning, I revisit the bountifully bosomed, healthily hipped, abundantly bottomed lovely we know as Miss Intrigue, where she can be found in all her naked glory at http://mifantasy.com/

I admit here to a couple of things in the interest of full disclosure--lol--yes, full disclosure!

PLEASE REMEMBER...WORDS IN ITALICS ARE MY FANTASY STORY...WORDS THAT ARE NOT IN ITALICS ARE MY ONGOING COMMENTARY....FURTHER, THE COMMENTARY IS ON PHOTOS ABOVE THE TEXT....

...yes, at times she was jealous of Dean's laptop, his cellphone, his addiction to the news...but even when he was in one of his most preoccupied states...Miss Intrigue somehow always found a way to get Dean's attention...

First, the above definition of being intrigued fits me sooo well as regards Miss Intrigue.  And, by extension, if I lived in the UK I'm afraid she might have to file a restraining order against me...I'm a little bit obsessed. 

In fact, this morning I began my day with a cup of coffee, signed on line and watched Miss Intrigue as she displayed both her beautiful body and her avid enjoyment of sex. 

Well, allow me to convey my appreciation for Miss Intrigue's work, or play, however she might characterize her video and photographic offerings...*...*.  My more erudite readers will quickly discern the significance of the asterisks and their number...


Before I continue...a brief word about the above photo...oh my goodness...what a vision to behold, and how lovely it would be to hold...that is simply breathtaking...those gorgeous cheeks aimed up high and at the ready...those pretty, oh so pretty, titties dangling down and in their size and heft pooled on the bed...wow.  I would like to think I could stay busy there for quite a while...fascinating and compelling qualites indeed...

...when Miss Intrigue learned that Dean was looking to hire a research assistant to help him with writing the sequel to his blockbuster bestseller, "Globe Trekker: Tales of a Traveling Breastman" she jumped at the chance...securing an interview with Dean straight away...

....Miss Intrigue knew first impressions were soooo important so she agonized the evening before as to what she would wear on the intereview...however, a few minutes into the interview with Dean...she realized she had made just the right choice in office attire...striking just the right note between professional and playful...

...however, Miss Intrigue had heard that Dean could be a very demanding boss and that there were a lot of qualified women eager to apply for the job...she decided to be right up front with Dean...laying out onto the table her strongest assets...yes, she sought to exude confidence and competence...assuring Dean that she indeed was the right person for the job...yes, she really wanted to stand out from the crowd...

...all in all, Miss Intrigue thought the interview went well...especially when Dean asked her to go into a little more detail as what she considered to be her most significant qualifications for the job...

...well, she presented what she thought to be a couple of strong arugments in favor of Dean hiring her...and then she paused and waited for Dean's reaction...wondering if she had clinched the job or not...she asked, a little nervously, will I be hearing from you soon Mr. Dean?

...well, much to Miss Intrigue's pleasant surprise, not only did Dean hire her on the spot...but even demonstrated his appreciation for one of her attributes she had not even thought of mentioning during the interview...yes, Dean put her to work right away...it would prove to be very intriguing job indeed...

Whenever my bed buddy or one of my more casual FWBs are unavailable, I find myself coming back to Miss Intrigue--yes, that was a double entendre---whenever I'm in the mood to get really, really sexed up I watch a couple video segments of Miss Intrigue. 

The mere thought of being able to get naked with her for a randy afternoon or weekend of romping and rutting brings me to immediate arousal--like now. 

...Dean's sequel to his Globe Trekker was to be entitled, "Going Back for Seconds: The Continuing Travels of The Breastman Extraordinaire."  It was to be a reprise of his world wide journey of ten years before...where he ventured to twenty different countries, enjoying the cuisine, the drink, the sites and of course the women of each country...Miss Intrigue's job was to make all the travel arrangements, and when and where possible to set up rondevous with the women he had encountered years before..often at the end of the day, she was a bit tired...

...but never too tired to enjoy cocktail hour with Dean...yes, that's what they began to call it...a "cocktail hour."  It became their little inside joke...

Oh how I would love to be able to touch and tease and taste Miss Intrigue in all her beautiful abundance. Oh to be able to fondle and feel her from stem to stern, to be able to map her fabulous female form with my hands, mouth and cock, to trek both lovingly and lustily over her lush and plush female terrain would be one of life's great pleasures.... 

Yes, there have been a number of times--I'm a bit embarrassed to admit how many--that I've dreamed of fully imbibing in every sexually tactile way her splendid breasts, her rich rump, to savor the sweet service of her taunting tongue, the warm embrace of her lips over my throbbing manhood...to feel the fluttering attentions of her fingers over me..to be able to slip inside her and surrender to her velvet-silk softness, to probe and plumb the mind numbing depths of her pleasure giving pussy....*

...even though working for Dean as his research assistant for the book "Going Back for Seconds" had proven to be a very demanding job, there were a lot of perks to the position...as they began their travels, it was evident Miss Intrigue would see a lot of the world..and as Dean wryly observed, the world would see a lot of Miss Intrigue...

I love this photo...this is one of  my favorite shots of Miss Ingrigue...it offers up a classic pose, delightful to view...oh to be able to play with those beautiful large lovelies...to make sport with that delicious body...those hips, that tummy, that ass...*...*

...among her many tasks..Miss Intrigue was to contact the many women Dean had encountered on his past travel and arrange for a, well, repeat of that encounter...preferably at the exact location of the previous liaison...whether in a little hotel room..or a chalet or in a meadow or on the beach...sometimes the women could not be found...they had perhaps become married and moved on with their lives after pining away for years for the attentions of Dean...sometimes they had not matured all that well, assuaging their loss of Dean in food or alcohol, eschewing all other suitors as necessarily inferior to Dean..in any event...on those occasions Miss Intrigue was often drafted to fill in for the missing women...*

There is absolutely no way I could leave that alone...my goodness what a woman...I mean, all I can say is TITS!!!  God help me....just being near her I'm afraid I would be in a constant state of arousal...hard and horny...

...at first, Miss Intrigue was a bit bashful about filling in for Dean's past lovers...but Dean insisted it was necessary to his creative process to replicate as accurately as possble these past sexual encounters...for the sake of the book, he reminded her....and he noted that in the interest of total transparency her would mention in the footnotes of the book when and where she had served as a surrogate

I could...and do...sit and stare at those large lovelies for an embrassing amount of time, well I don't quite sit still...lol....the fact Miss Intrigue is forty or so makes her even more exciting to me...experience...and knowing she is hitting her sexual prime just further enriches my fantasies about her...knowing she wants it, and needs it and has the body to get it...oooh.  *

...but, she soon warmed to the task...

...and truth be told...there were times Miss Intrigue did not really try all that hard to find some of the women from Dean's past...it seems Miss Intrigue liked having Dean to herself...

At the risk of crudeness..let me say...what a wonderful spread...we are talking about naked glory here, a woman who knows her sexual power...to be able to mount her and lay out on all that female beauty...to feel her beneath me...her thighs up against me, her hands and arms enfolding me...being able to reach beneath her to enjoy access to her ass cheeks, the jiggle and jostle her healthy jugs...to just happily hump away, bringing us both to exquisite completion....*...*

...of course, there were times when Miss Intrigue would find one of the women from Dean's past and off he would go...leaving her to make arrangements for the next leg of their trip...Miss Intrigue would hurry up and complete her tasks...and then wait with great anticipation for Dean to make his way back to her....it seems she was always ready for "cocktail housr."

I love the way they hang...whether she is standing or bending over or on her hands and knees there is sooo much damned titty to hold...to to grope over...I dream of burying my face, pressing into those huge honeys, losing myself in their pillowy plushness...just moaning over and over, "titty, titty, titty" then...with my cock standing up and proud, using those big beauties for that wonderful tit hug and making them mine--if only for a while--as I make my man mess, splatter and spew, all over that rolling and quaking terrain of tit....

                                   

                                       

...living next door to Dean...Miss Intrigue soon learned when Dean was having a bad week...when his handful of girlfriends were disenchanted with him...when they had cut Dean off for a week or so, either because of an outbreak of jealously among the girls...he hadn't returned calls to one or two of them as promptly as they thought appropriate...he had bought a more expensive gift for one than the others, or when he had gasped out the wrong name of one in a moment of passion....

Another incredible view of her large lovelies...the way she jiggles them, hefts them up is wonderful...

                                        

...on such occasions Dean became very, very grumpy...the neighborhood children, when they saw him, would cross the street to avoid him...the neighborhood dogs would tuck their tails between their legs and skulk away...he would park his car upon the curb late at night...he would play"Can't Get No Satisfction" really, really loud well into the wee hours of the morning...he would start to mow his lawn at 5:00 am on Sunday mornings....

Her guy is living this titman's dream...but in this series of video clips one captures a real sense of just how big her tits are...covering her entire hand when she holds them up...wow

...so, being such a good neighbor, when Miss Intrigue would find Dean in such a cantankerous mood she would invite him over for an afternoon to, uh, work things out...*...and help him cum to grips with his problems....

Well...what can I say....if she were my girlfriend, telling my friends "I'm really into her" would have multiple meanings...

usually...after such sessions of helping Dean "workout" his problems...the neighborhood would return to normal...the kds would waive at Dean, the dogs would wag their tails at him...everyone could sleep in on Sundays...the mailman felt he could safely deliver bills and junkmail to Dean...yes....Miss Intrigue became something of a legend in the neighborhood....*

No man...breastman or otherwise can watch the above clips without wondering about the possiblities...damn....oh let's say it out loud...FUCK!!!  Those tan lines....the way those heavy hanging hooters swing and sway about...the bird chirping in the background...can we say afternoon delight!?!

I had hoped to bring this blog to close with a more elegant and eloquent ode to Miss Intrigue...but my only real tribute is to the number of asterisks...and to remind my audience and Miss Intrigue that I am 52...and she still gets me going so nicely and so often...so very often....*...wow...(inseert heavy and very satisfied sigh).

I guess...as I sit here catching my breaath that I might close by stating the obvious--what a natural beauty she is...and I love the fact she dosen't try to hide her plushness but rather revels in it...knowing there are men like me the world over who like their women healthy and happy, with that proverbial cushion for the pushin'.  Yes, Miss Intrigue is one of those special women who exudes sexual energy even in cyberspace...a body built to give and to receive pleasure...

Again, don't forget to visit her website, http://mifantasy.com/

And to Miss Intrigue, once again thanks for the thrills...