[28F] [MF] Letting You Take Me on the Beach

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Sunlight glints of the delicate gold chain across my ankle as I push both of my feet into the fine, warm sand of the beach we’d made our way to earlier in the afternoon, before the sun rose directly over us, splashing our already tanned skin with warm rays. ​

You’re sprawled atop a fresh beach towel, your body glistening from the sun block I’d slowly rubbed into you when we settled in our desolate spot. Your eyes are closed and your chest is raising and lowering peacefully but your fingers idley tracing my exposed lower back let me know you’re not asleep. Despite the heat, I shiver slightly from your rough fingers tickling me softly.

I told you about this beach months ago, relaying my exploration of the island and finding this untouched alcove, devoid of people but lush with crystalline water and warm, powdery sand. I’d wanted to share it with you for so long and now we were here. I worried while we traipsed through the sunny jungle trees that maybe we wouldn’t find it. Maybe it had been a dream. When we’d finally reached the clearing and heard the rhythmic flowing of the tide against the beach, I grasped your hand a little harder, urging us forward into what I knew was going to unfold into a memorable day. ​

Now, I was sitting upright, looking out into the water, the top of my white bikini pressing firmly against my breasts where it’ll eventually leave a faint, demarcated line leading to my pale skin underneath. Something only you will have the privilege of seeing. ​

I turn my face and look down at you. You’re already looking up at me. ​
“Let’s get in,” you smile at me, as if you had read my mind. ​

We stand, stretching our limbs and walking hand in hand to the slowly rolling waters. It rises higher as we wade in, caressing my thighs and then our hands, soaking my white bikini bottoms. As it rises closer to my chest, my feet feel lighter, I begin to lose my balance ever so slightly, while you stand confidently in the water. You pull me closer, sensing the unease in my smile as I find that even on my tip toes, the water is carrying me above the swirling sand on the floor of the ocean. You extend your arm back, still holding my hand, so that I’m pulled closer to you and I instinctively glide my weightless legs through the water so that they can wrap around your waist. You let go of my hand so I can wrap my arms around your warm shoulders. Your hands grip my thighs under the surface and I feel them move steadily to my ass and then under the material of bikini bottoms. I let a soft “mmm” out over your shoulder and close my eyes. ​

As your hands cup and softly squeeze my ass, I feel you harden between my legs. Your hands slide up my back and then across my arms until they meet my wrists so you can remove them from your neck and gently lower my upper half backwards onto the surface of the water. I hesitate briefly, not fully trusting myself to lean back into the open water, but, at your behest, I do, letting the water raise up my sides as you hold me. My arms outstretch above my head, making ripples in the surface. With my legs wrapped around you still, your body starts softly moving from side to side and I feel your thumbs rubbing back and forth against my skin. ​
Your right hand leaves my body and I feel a smattering of water against my chest, some permeating the white triangles of my top, probably making the faint mauve of my nipples show through, the rest of the water trailing down between my breasts. I let out a soft sigh which abruptly becomes louder when I feel your hand cup me and your pointer finger brush back and forth against my erect nipple. My mouth opens, facing the sky and breathing in the salt of the air. You squeeze me with your hand firmly and my body reacts by tightening my my thighs and pulling your waist into the apex of mine. You groan almost imperceptibly and I’m taken aback by the desire sparks a slow burn in my abdomen. Without thinking, I gently grind into you, my eyes closed and lips slightly parted as I rub your hardness against my barely covered pussy. I reach my hands down to the waistband of your board shorts to pull you even closer, asking without a word to push harder against me. I realize my top is pushed up, water droplets against the pale, exposed skin of my breasts as they push amply together between my arms. ​
You steady me, your palm flush against my stomach, wet fingertips spread across my soft skin. You pull me up against your chest and I plant a kiss on your lips as my arms lace together behind your neck. Lips still working against mine, you begin wading back to shallower water. When we reach the edge of the tide, we lower onto the sand, where you unexpectedly but gently turn me over onto my stomach. After you pull my waist toward you so that I’m on my knees, you slide my wet bikini bottoms off me and down my thighs. I feel a chill against me where your caressing has made me slick between my legs. You spread me apart and the minor stretch coupled with your rough hands on the cusp of my ass make me suck in breath and my pussy convulses in anticipation of you. I’m sure you’ve glanced at my bare lower half, seeing how wet I’ve gotten just from our brief ocean dance. ​

I feel you press against me, slipping against my wetness and making my jerk back, trying to find you and push you into me. You steady me once more, continuing to run yourself up and down my slit until finally inching higher and spreading my own wetness against my ass. I moan at the new sensation and find myself trying to push back against you again. ​

“Shhh…” you whisper, now softly applying pressure to me. After a moment, I feel a drop of your spit hit me and then another swipe from my clit up to my ass, readying you to enter me. One last push and you breach me, the head of your thick member now inside my tight ass. I yelp softly from the suprise, despite your spit and my cum helping you glide into me. You stroke deeper into me now that you’ve given me a brief moment to acclimate and my moan lasts until you fill me to the hilt. You pull backwards, my body gripping you tightly, before you slide into me again. Your thick length manages to coax my G-spot through the other side when you stroke fully into me, pressing your lower abdomen flush against my skin and making my eyes roll back. You sense my enjoyment building, so you speed up, leaning over my sloped back with your hands gripping the soft curve of my hips as you pound into me. I’m breathless; both from the exhileration of letting this happen on the sand of an open beach and the mounting painful pleasure of your cock shoving into my ass. ​
You lean forward, nearly parallel with my back and your hand finds my jaw. You turn my face to meet yours. ​

“Do you like this, baby? Me taking your ass here, out in the open?”​

I breathe a yes without revealing that I’d let you take my ass wherever you wanted to, and you reply, your lips centimeters from mine, “You’re so tight, you’re going to make me explode.” ​
My pussy clenches at your words and I find myself pushing back into you, eager to give you every centimeter as my body envelopes you. ​
I moan in unison with your thrusts until I feel you increase your speed again, leaning back up to get full leverage to slide into me. ​

“Oh, fuck,” I hear you utter behind me. A quivering moan pours out of my mouth when I feel you stretch me with your final frantic pumps before you explode, filling me with cum deep inside my ass and making me cry out with satisfaction. I hear you panting behind me as your tight grip on my waist loosens. I idly hope your grip left faint bruising on me, a reminder of who I belong to, but I’m soon distracted by you pulling out of me and then feeling your hot cum drip out of me and down my pussy. ​
After a moment, you lean back over me, you shorts grazing my thighs. ​

“Let’s go back to the hotel and clean you up.” You kiss the side of my cheek. ​

Under the shade of towering palm trees and a short, shaded walk from the pool, a handful of private outdoor showers sit, pristine white towels folded on the weathered wooden benches outside. The ornate tiles inside splash brilliant blues and oranges when you turn the shower head on. You walk in before me, letting the warm fresh water pour over your chest. You pull me in the stream, cupping my face as you kiss me delicately. Your tongue touches my lips and I taste the faint salt of your mouth. My knees nearly buckle, giving away how much I crave every part of you. The shower begins to steam faintly as you turn me around and untie my bikini top. Following the command of your adept hands, my bottoms slide down my legs and off my feet so you can drape them over a hook on the wall. You stand and your hands wrap around me and cup my breasts from underneath, sliding one palm up my chest, neck and then the sides of my face. Your fingers gently tilt my head back and your cupped hand pours water down my hair, washing the salt water from my blonde tresses. You’re methodical and thorough and I’m reminded why I trust you so intently. ​

Grabbing a small bottle of body wash and pouring it in your palm, you start to rub it into my back, the lather rinsing errant grains of sand off my shoulders, the suds tickling my legs as they travel down me in a river. Your hands flow downward, across my backside. You lower yourself to wash my thighs and calves before you turn me around. You make your way back up, not missing an inch of me, even running your hand between my thighs and massaging my palms and fingers with your own. Once we’re both clean, you ring out my bikini, helping me back into it before we dry off and meander back to our room. My fingers interlock in yours while we walk, bumping into each other and kissing along our path, completely enamored by each other, lost in the dazzling preoccupation of our chemistry. ​

By the time we get to our room, we stumble in with our lips interlocked between smiles and our hands roaming each other’s bodies. After slamming the door shut behind us, you playfully push me against a wall and pin my hands up next to my shoulders, your larger hands encasing them. Your mouth feels like ecstacy on my sun kissed skin and I start to tremble as your lips leave a trail down my stomach. Before I’m ready, you push my bikini bottoms to the side and your warm mouth makes sudden contact with my clit. I suck in breath and my hand goes to your hair, raking through it as I tip my head back, succumbing to the delicious lapping of your wet tongue against me. Yanking down my bottoms and throwing my leg over your shoulder, you now have free access to my spread pussy in front of you. You take full advantage, kissing and licking me into a frenzied build of electricity. You overwhelm me with your enthusiastic tongue and I feel my body succumbing to the built up pleasure of the last few hours. You bring me closer to the edge as your fingers join your mouth in pleasuring me by pushing into my pussy and hooking against my G-Spot repeatedly. My body bucks involuntarily at the overwhelming sensation before it flies off the edge and I scream as an orgasm rocks my body. You keep your tongue rotating around my clit but speed up your thrusting inside me as I cum hard around your fingers and against your mouth. I feel cum rolling down my thigh, tickling my skin as my legs begin to give way. ​
You pick me up just as I begin to slump, hoisting my thighs up around your waist so you can easily turn around and drop me gently on the bed. You prop my legs up and, as you lean down, positioning yourself in front of me, you push my legs up against my chest. You slide your hard cock into me, grunting at the feeling of my tight pussy enveloping your cock and all I can do at the sensation of you finally inside me is arch my back and open my mouth to moan, only to find that no sound is produced when I do. I relish the tight friction of you inside me and my sighing turns to moaning. I feel your hand wrap around the back of my neck and pull it forward so I can watch you penetrate me. ​

“I want you to watch me cum in you again. Watch me cum in your pussy.” ​

I make eye contact with you briefly before looking down again as you disappear into me and slip out again, my wetness coating you.​
I keep my gaze on our bodies pressing against each other until your grip on my neck firms and your breathing quickens. I feel smugly satisfied that you are as ready to erupt as I was, even if you’ve already enjoyed my body once today. Catching me off guard, your mouth collides with mine and you moan into it, releasing your cum into me for the second time. I welcome it, languishing in the satisfaction of you filling me until your cum pours out of me. You pump roughly into my pussy a final two times before pulling out of me and releasing my neck from your grasp. ​

You move to my side and we settle onto the bed together. You pull me against your chest and I relax against you as your arms cradle me, both of our bodies spent. I look across your chest and out to the hazy blue skies beyond our balcony, wondering lazily what could possibly make this trip any more of a dream than it has been. My mind, happily, comes up with nothing.

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