Admiral Brickell’s beach time
~I~

Daws felt comfortable enough, but something inside him nagged to the point where he could not stand still. There truly was something he could not explain, that was all through his body - maybe it had something to do with excitement, maybe it was something he wanted to do before resting inside this hut, or whatever it was. It really bothered him, even if the air conditioner was on. It was almost like the heat outside was getting to him.
	–“Fuck… I can’t stand this. What is wrong with me? Do I need to do something or whatever?” – Daws told himself, adjusting himself to sit up and lean against the support of the bed, looking around to see what it was that made him feel like that. It wasn’t anything around him, any annoying insect or whatever, so that was good enough for him. So what was it?
	–“Maybe… just maybe it is the fact that it is already sunny outside and I’m just here in my room, bored out of my mind?” – Daws asked himself out loud, just listening to the buzzing of the air conditioner. 	–“Yes, that is most likely the reason. I already slept a lot, I guess, and I should be outside enjoying my day. Yeah… I think I’ll do that right now!” – He said to himself, standing up and then stretching himself.
	As he usually slept around nude and did his own things without any garments in this quiet part of the coast, he wasn’t near anyone for the most part, so there was no reason for him to be worried. –“Hmmm, guess I’m going outside at the beach to sunbathe. Maybe swim and then I’ll come back refreshed so I can work on some things, and then take a nap again!” – Daws said to himself, satisfied with the outlook he had planned for himself. He stepped outside and felt the already somewhat hot breeze coming from outside. He stepped on the sand and thankfully didn’t feel any pain as he stood over it. The sun was already hot, however, so he would do well to go.
	–“Whoa, wait wait wait… who???” – Daws asked himself, and was surprised to see a nude anthropomorphic monkey sunbathing. She too was fully nude, and had been comfortable enough until he suddenly arrived.
	–“Huh?” – Admiral Brickell asked, noticing she wasn’t alone anymore. –“Goodness, this was too good to be true. And here I was thinking that the shack was a public utility, near this secluded area.” – She added, not bothering to cover herself too much, but making sure Daws wouldn’t get to see her private parts. –“You’re the man who lives here, I assume? It’s a nice spot. Trees, fruits, a nice plantation to sustain yourself, and apparently even electricity and even a satellite? That’s a nice place.”.
	Daws was completely puzzled, and had no idea what to say. Only that he found it hard not to admire the anthropomorphic simian’s appearance. –“Uh… thank you. Sorry, I didn’t know I wasn’t alone.” – He blushed, completely embarrassed, covering his privates as he sat down. The monkey seemed so beautiful, even if she apparently had an advanced age and greying hair. He couldn’t stop admiring her wonderful body! She was absolutely stunning! –“You won’t mind if I sit down here, will you?” – He asked.
	Admiral Brickell eyed him up and down and almost felt like letting out a chuckle. –‘Wow, this guy is asking me if I’m fine with him sitting down on his patch of land. That’s silly.’ – She thought to herself. –“Sure, go ahead.” – She finally said, laying back and exposing her full breasts and her privates, as she enjoyed the warm sun over her. Yes, that was simply wonderful. She had moored her ship a few metres away, and now enjoyed the wonderful warm sun over her. She really needed a wonderful rest.
	The two of them were sunbathing in silence for the most time, except Daws had been working on a way to get her interested enough in agreeing on a way for the two of them to do something together - and yet, he had come off empty. He was getting a bit nervous with his uncertainty, and wanted to find a way to blurt out already what he had been thinking, just so she would agree or disagree already. Taking a deep breath, he then decided it was all or nothing. –“Uh… excuse me, miss… uh.” – He began, and was already stammering.
	–“Admiral Brickell. You may call me Miss Brickell.” – She responded, sensing he wanted to talk, which was fair - she hadn’t been bothered by the fellow whatsoever, and this would be good enough. –“What are you thinking about?”.
	Daws gulped and decided to just go along with it. Hopefully she’d like it. –“I… I uh, I would love to know if you’d welcome a massage. I am willing to do it for no problem whatsoever!” – He said, hoping she would be receptive.
	Admiral Brickell looked at him and raised an eyebrow. –“A massage, eh? I guess you can’t resist just staring at me. Very well, you may do so, from the back and then the right. Let’s see if you have a funny hand, I’ll see to a proper punishment for you if you do. Ahoy!” – She said, turning over and exposing her wonderful backside.
	Daws had moved extremely quickly, making sure he would obey her before she changed her mind. He focused his massage on her shoulders, her backside, and parts of her legs and near her gluteons. He sighed and was already feeling like he was having what he asked for - to be able to touch such an amazing and wonderful woman like her. He could feel his member getting erect as he did the massage, unable to control himself. –‘Damn… she has such an amazing body! Fuck~’ – He thought to himself, already losing the edge and willing to touch other specific parts of her body. He went for her buttcheeks, and squeezed them, as he kept a close eye to her tail. He wanted to be sure she wouldn’t retaliate for being bold enough to touch her, but she did nothing. Was she bluffing? Or… she didn’t feel it. –‘Uh… I wonder if that is okay. And if I can do it again?’ – He asked himself, going for it. He squeezed them more this time, and then quickly went to massage all the other parts again, feeling the coat of furs all around. For the last part, he went for her feet, and he could not resist giving a kiss to her both soles. He almost expected to get kicked for that, but she didn’t do it. Instead, he gave her feet an excellent massage.
	–“Very well, this is good enough. Now, on my frontside.” – Admiral Brickell stated, turning around and looking towards the sky, as if nothing was happening. She had been very well aware she had been touched by the insecure man, and already had something in her mind to return him. She had taken notice he spent a long time taking care of her soles and feet, and would be sure to do something in return.
	–“Okay.” – Daws replied, deciding to play safe. He massaged her shoulders and arms first, feeling some muscular overtones around her - a sign that she was fit, even if not as much. As he went back to her shoulders, he then made way downwards, going for her belly (and avoiding her breasts) to make sure she would feel a good touch in that region. From that point on, he made sure to spend a good time massaging and going for her legs. They were sturdy and rather muscular, something he admired in a woman. –‘Mn… I can’t wait to feel her breasts… and her feet first of course!’ – He thought to himself. Daws then went to her feet and spent another equal amount of time worshipping them, even planting kisses and feeling her toes. He kept a close look to see if she would do something to make him stop, but she was pretty comfortable through the exchange. He could only expect the worst, but she was irresistible. For the last part of his plan, he went and took some time massaging and squeezing her deliciously huge breasts. They were firm and yet stood out in great appearance compared to the rest of her body. The hips matched the appearance altogether, and he could not resist.
	–‘This guy is going to get it. Oh yes, he will. Damn, he sure likes to play with my breasts.’ – Admiral Brickell thought to herself, already planning her response. He seemed to have taken a liking to her feet and breasts, so she would reply in the same stature.
	Daws had lost control, and continued to carefully massage her, squeezing her breasts and even went to suck on her nipples. He had lost his senses, and was playing with danger. –‘She’s delicious!!! Mnnn!!’ – He thought to himself. Daws then suddenly felt her get up, his body being grabbed, and then pummelling in the sand to be where she had been mere seconds ago. She stood on top of him, and stomped his belly with a foot of hers, sending pain through him.
	–“Alright, smartass. That’s enough of your massage. Looks like you have taken an appreciation to my feet and my breasts. Do you think that is acceptable?” – Admiral Brickell asked, raising her eyebrows.
	–“Sorry! Miss…” – Daws whimpered, knowing he was going to get it. He had known it was a bad idea to take it too far, and now he was going to feel what he was owed.
	–“Alright, be quiet.” – Admiral Brickell said, stepping over his hard penis, and even his testicles. –“It’s my turn to do the talking here. Only speak to your commander when spoken to, understood?” – She ordered.
	–“U-understood…” – Daws stammered, feeling beads of sweat trickle down over his face.
	–“Let us begin, then.” – Admiral Brickell said, sitting down and wrapping her feet around Daws’ penis.
~II~

Admiral Brickell had begun her footjob, being rather careful at first once she moved her feet up and down over his erect shaft. If she had felt he wasn’t giving her the proper attention, she would be sure to step over his testicles, and get him to answer. So far she was less than impressed - it had been a minute already, and this guy was already letting out soft moans.
	–“Ohh… ah…” – Daws moaned, feeling the monkey feet scrubbing through the centimetres of his human skin. Her foot wasn’t necessarily soft - probably from walking around in boots - but they felt incredible around him! She was doing it in a synchronous motion, and getting to feel everything.
	–“Tsk…” – Admiral Brickell noted how easy this pathetic person was to please. She had been correct in her assumption that this guy deserved only a close contact with her, and not much else. Still, she made sure he would get to feel every part of her feet scrubbing around his skin, as he had been wanting for. –“Are you truly enjoying this?” – She asked, in the tone of a command.
	–“Y-ye-yes!!!! I love it… Mistress Brickell!” – Daws groaned, already letting out his hearts’ intent by showing all the pleasure he had been feeling for a few minutes of a footjob. He felt some form of worry that this would get her to feel something from him, but then decided that it was okay. Her monkey feet continued to feel great at his feet, as she was still going around softly.
	–“Lowering yourself only because you are in pleasure?” – Admiral Brickell asked, using one foot to squeeze his testicles, prompting Daws to give a girlish scream. –“That’s simply pathetic. Have some more self dignity.” – She commented, letting out a sigh, as she went back to the footjob, picking up the pace.
	Daws decided not to answer her statement, it wasn’t a question. So instead, he merely enjoyed the rest of her foot massage as she continued to give him what he secretly wanted all long. From massaging her body, to kissing her feet and loving her breasts, to getting a footjob. It was a way upwards, in a sense, but it was almost like he lowered himself further in order to show his thankfulness. He decided to stop thinking about it and instead feel her feet rubbing against his shaft, which was very near to releasing precum. –‘Ohh… ohhh, mistress~’ – He thought to himself.
	–“Ew… are you close to your orgasm already? Pathetic. I have been thinking if I should be enjoying myself, and you already seem to be nearing your orgasm.” – Admiral Brickell replied with contempt, observing how Daws squirmed in pleasure and desire for more even if he continued to humiliate himself further, either for approval or because he really liked her feet. She grunted and quicked up the pace even further, her feet dancing all around his slippery shaft, making her feel somewhat excited for more. It was almost as if his pathetic outlook made her want to play further with him. –‘Guess I can allow this man to have his orgasm. I’ll tease him further then, and see how long he takes.’ – She thought to herself, coming to terms.
	–“AUGH!” – Daws squirmed in an effeminate groan, and released his small semen’s contents around her feet. He had moaned through his short orgasm, and then laid down, panting in delight. –“Mnnn~ Oaaa…” – He moaned, feeling relaxed. He then yelped as he felt his testicles getting kicked.
	–“I did not order you to release, aspirant. Much less for you to do it over my feet. Now clean it yourself.” – Admiral Brickell said with scorn, giving him her feet so he could lick the semen off from it, which he did with pride. Once she felt they were clean enough, she was off to toy with him again. –“Hmm… let us see how long does it take for your excuse of a penis to get off as I rub my feet over your face.” – She said, observant.
	Daws let out a muffled sigh, loving it! That was one of his dreams whenever he got together with another woman, which was rare. Feeling Admiral Brickell’s calloused yet delicious soles scrubbing through his face did wonders to him, and he made sure to enjoy it - placing kisses and licking her. No sooner, he was already with another erection, ready for her orders.
	–“Alright, that is enough now. Let’s see how well you’ll last with this!” – Admiral Brickell said, shifting over to get Daws’ erect penis between her breasts - positioning them neatly. She didn’t have much of an expectation, but would be sure to go with it. She then shifted her body up and down so she could do a slow titfuck.
	Daws bit his lips, not wanting to betray his pleasure already. Instead he smiled and tried to say something positive about her. –“Well… you have an amazing eye colour… and I like your silver hair!” – He tried, unsure if that was going to work properly.
	Admiral Brickell didn’t respond to that, and instead just continued going up and down, squeezing her breasts to make Daws’ small penis feel the pleasure of getting such amazing attention as it was. She would not ask for his input, as it was not of her interest, but she sure got some amusement out of it.
	Daws decided he would not moan or show his pleasure, but he sure was having an incredibly hard time with it. Her breasts almost felt as good as her feet! How could he not show pleasure to it? –‘Damn… she is squeezing my dick so good!! Oh fuck!’ – He thought to himself, feeling the coat rubbing against his skin, making him nibble his lower lip in response to that.
	As the battle continued, Admiral Brickell picked up the pace, and continued to go up and down to rub her breasts against Daws’ penis. She was having a good time, but she sure could see the guy was struggling to keep up. She would be sure to continue until he could go no further. But she too wouldn’t get cocky about it.
	–“Mfggnnnn” – Daws groaned, feeling that she continued to tease him further. Just as he let out a sigh, she changed her method by grabbing her breasts, squeezing them against his penis, and bouncing up and down. He really couldn’t resist such a delicious manner of going, and he was already feeling wonderful with such a lovely tease! –“Ghaanngg…” – He groaned, making sure he would hold out as long as he could.
	Admiral Brickell continued to give him her titfuck, focusing on squeezing his penis and making him feel the squeeze. She was sure she could feel precum already, but made sure to keep herself cool as she watched him. He really was out of his league with her, that it wasn’t funny.
	Daws panted and groaned, feeling his orgasm coming very close. He couldn’t hold it any longer, but also didn’t want to disappoint her with his usual weakness. He whimpered and moaned profoundly to the sensation of her amazing breasts, that he let out a groan, and felt his penis giving in to his pleasures - he let small but thickish ropes of semen leave his penis, and splash around him. They were more plentiful compared to before, but still not by much. By the time he had been done, he laid on the sand, and felt dizzy.
	–“Hmph. I expected more. Such a disappointment. But I guess I’ve been satisfied enough with you. Thank you for the fun.” – Admiral Brickell said, with contempt. She stood up, and watched as Daws laid on the sand, with a mix of pleasure and love in his eyes. She carefully rubbed her foot over his penis, and gave his testicles another kick. –“Hope to meet you someday again.” – She stated, and made her way back to her boat.
	–“T-thank you…mn!” – Daws replied, and laid on the sand for a while longer. He would definitely need a shower after that. At least he felt cured out of his boredom!