The Beach
Author : H
The sun is hot, the sand warm under my toes. Gentle waves lap at the shore as in the distance gulls cry before diving into the cerulean sea. The beach is empty and I relish in the feeling of the sunlight tanning my skin a beautiful golden hue. A slight breeze catches a few strands of hair and pulls them free from the neat knot I had tied this morning. I tuck the wisps behind my ears and let my hand run down the curves of my body, coming to rest between my thighs.
Without fear that I will be seen I open my legs enough to slip my hand down and slowly tease my clit. My body tenses at the sensation then relaxes into the gentle circling of my index and middle fingers.
A shadow crosses my body and I freeze up. My hand goes still but I don’t move it from its position between my thighs. The bright rays of sunlight blind me as I try to see who is standing over me. I blink a few times but the light forces my eyes closed again.
“I think you need a hand,” you say. I feel you kneel down beside me and a slight thrill runs down my spine.
“I’m fine thank you. I have two of my own,” I reply but I don’t move away.
You ignore me and lift my hand away. I struggle for moment as you quickly straddle me and force both my hands above my head. You press them into the hot sand as you press an equally hot kiss to my lips. I feel my resistance ebb away as you tease my lips open with your tongue.
Knowing now that I won’t push you away you release my hands so you can run yours down my curves. My breath hitches as your hands find my breasts. You begin to tease my nipples with gentle pinches and the occasional harder tug that sends heat rushing through my body to the place between my thighs. I resume the circling of my clit but you pull my hand away and replace it with your own as your lips latch onto my left nipple and you begin to suck.
I begin to moisten and a moan escapes my lips. I feel you laugh above me but it doesn’t interrupt your rhythm. You move your fingers faster so it is almost like a drum beat between my thighs and I feel myself begin to tense. You latch onto my right nipple, sucking for a few seconds. You run your tongue around my areola then you repeat the motion, grazing my nipple carefully with your teeth.
The change in sensation pushes me over the edge. A wave of pleasure takes hold and I pull you close; not once do you break the rhythm of your fingers against my clit. As my orgasm recedes you slow your movements. Even through the blinding sunlight I can see a smile playing at the corners of your lips.
You stand up and I let out a groan of dissatisfaction. You laugh. “Don’t worry. I’m not finished with you yet.”
I shiver at the implications of your words and I feel the familiar tingle once again begin between my thighs.
You strip off your shorts and toss them onto the sand and re-join me on my blanket. I watch you stroke your cock until it is standing to full attention then you spread my legs and position yourself in front of my wet hole. Without warning you thrust in hard and I let out a loud gasp, a mixture of shock and pleasure. You start a relentless rhythm, thrusting hard and fast into my wet pussy. I relish in the feeling of your body weight pressing down on me, owning me. At the thought I feel the pressure building within me. I move my hand between us and rub my clit in time with your thrusts. It doesn’t take long before another orgasm hits me hard. The feeling of my pussy tightening around you sends you over the edge only a few thrusts later. I moan as I feel ribbons of your cum shoot deep into me.
We lay there for a few moments, both breathing heavily. Then I feel the weight of you lift and as I open my eyes I catch your receding figure disappearing behind the rocks. I am left panting there on the sands, exhausted and satisfied, with your cum gently dripping out of me, and a memory from a holiday I am sure to never forget.
The sun is hot, the sand warm under my toes. Gentle waves lap at the shore as in the distance gulls cry before diving into the cerulean sea. The beach is empty and I relish in the feeling of the sunlight tanning my skin a beautiful golden hue. A slight breeze catches a few strands of hair and pulls them free from the neat knot I had tied this morning. I tuck the wisps behind my ears and let my hand run down the curves of my body, coming to rest between my thighs.
Without fear that I will be seen I open my legs enough to slip my hand down and slowly tease my clit. My body tenses at the sensation then relaxes into the gentle circling of my index and middle fingers.
A shadow crosses my body and I freeze up. My hand goes still but I don’t move it from its position between my thighs. The bright rays of sunlight blind me as I try to see who is standing over me. I blink a few times but the light forces my eyes closed again.
“I think you need a hand,” you say. I feel you kneel down beside me and a slight thrill runs down my spine.
“I’m fine thank you. I have two of my own,” I reply but I don’t move away.
You ignore me and lift my hand away. I struggle for moment as you quickly straddle me and force both my hands above my head. You press them into the hot sand as you press an equally hot kiss to my lips. I feel my resistance ebb away as you tease my lips open with your tongue.
Knowing now that I won’t push you away you release my hands so you can run yours down my curves. My breath hitches as your hands find my breasts. You begin to tease my nipples with gentle pinches and the occasional harder tug that sends heat rushing through my body to the place between my thighs. I resume the circling of my clit but you pull my hand away and replace it with your own as your lips latch onto my left nipple and you begin to suck.
I begin to moisten and a moan escapes my lips. I feel you laugh above me but it doesn’t interrupt your rhythm. You move your fingers faster so it is almost like a drum beat between my thighs and I feel myself begin to tense. You latch onto my right nipple, sucking for a few seconds. You run your tongue around my areola then you repeat the motion, grazing my nipple carefully with your teeth.
The change in sensation pushes me over the edge. A wave of pleasure takes hold and I pull you close; not once do you break the rhythm of your fingers against my clit. As my orgasm recedes you slow your movements. Even through the blinding sunlight I can see a smile playing at the corners of your lips.
You stand up and I let out a groan of dissatisfaction. You laugh. “Don’t worry. I’m not finished with you yet.”
I shiver at the implications of your words and I feel the familiar tingle once again begin between my thighs.
You strip off your shorts and toss them onto the sand and re-join me on my blanket. I watch you stroke your cock until it is standing to full attention then you spread my legs and position yourself in front of my wet hole. Without warning you thrust in hard and I let out a loud gasp, a mixture of shock and pleasure. You start a relentless rhythm, thrusting hard and fast into my wet pussy. I relish in the feeling of your body weight pressing down on me, owning me. At the thought I feel the pressure building within me. I move my hand between us and rub my clit in time with your thrusts. It doesn’t take long before another orgasm hits me hard. The feeling of my pussy tightening around you sends you over the edge only a few thrusts later. I moan as I feel ribbons of your cum shoot deep into me.
We lay there for a few moments, both breathing heavily. Then I feel the weight of you lift and as I open my eyes I catch your receding figure disappearing behind the rocks. I am left panting there on the sands, exhausted and satisfied, with your cum gently dripping out of me, and a memory from a holiday I am sure to never forget.
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