On a warm July evening, I sat across from my date at a tiny table on a rooftop bar. We were looking over the beach, where the waves were gently crashing about 100 feet away. It was a half moon, and the stars were brilliant, piercing the black sky.
There were lots of people around us laughing and glasses clinking, and we had just exchanged birthday presents. Our birthdays were 19 years and 10 days apart (me 22f, him 41). As a joke, he gave me a stuffed animal. As a real gift, he gave me a candle and the card explained “for us to light when we lie together.” I gave him my drink order…a Sex on the Beach.
At our little table, our fingers grazed each others’ as we held our drinks, his slowly unwrapping from his glass and into my hand. He moved his chair around to sit next to me, seeing I was a little nippy. It was a warm night, but thoughts of what lied ahead, and a crisp breeze with only a lacy tank and cotton skirt, made my nipples hard.
He had this way of looking at me, the slightest smirk, that would send wetness to my pink slit. He knew what he was doing —both in getting me wet, but knew damn well how to handle his girthy cock. He was the very definition of a monster cock, as my hand couldn’t come close to wrapping around it fully. Foreplay was a necessity to getting him in me, and it started with the glint in his eye.
A slight breeze sent a few loose strands of hair into my face as I sipped my drink, and he moved them with his thumb. Then he pressed it on my bottom lip and drew it down, looking longingly at my plump lips and bit his own. He broke eye contact with a smile.
We finished our drinks and made our way down the outdoor steps onto the beach. His hand moved from the nape of my neck down and around my side as we walked onto the sand. We found a spot tucked in darkness, away from the restaurant and bar, where we only heard murmurs of happy drunken voices, and the water coming ashore. This spot is where small catamarans were pulled up from a sail earlier that day; about 5 of them sitting together. These boats didn’t live in the harbor, just on the sand. And they made a great spot to enjoy a private snuggle.
He offered to take my gifts up to his car, just a couple minutes away, and promised to return with an extra sweatshirt. I scouted out the area a bit to make sure no one was under boats near us and found it empty.
Along with a sweatshirt, a blanket was brought to me. We spread it out and laid under the stars together, with his right arm under my head. We talked about nothing in particular as he shifted so his left hand could explore my breasts, and his lips found mine. What I lacked in an ass I made for in boobs. He squeezed my 36G tits, massaging slowly and then pinching a nipple, while his tongue swirled around mine. He pulled my lacy tank top down exposing my right boob, his mouth nuzzling my neck and headed further down, and his hand grazed my hips to lift up my skirt.
He sat back on his heels and knees between my legs. He pushed up skirt up to my hips and hooked a forefinger on my thong. Using his other hand, he guided one leg up at a time to pull my thing off, tossing it aside. He lowered each leg wide apart and I hurriedly pulled my tank off over my head. His hands freed my other breast from my bra, gave them each a good squeeze, and buried his head between my thighs.
He took in a deep breath, smelling my musk and let out an excited growl, then flattened his tongue to slowly slide up my slit to my clit. “So…sweet…” he said between swirls and licks, my back arching off the soft sand below me. Being eaten out was relatively new to me and I couldn’t keep quiet. My hips started squirming into him with intense pleasure, but his hands held them down firmly, showing me who was boss. My moaning was turning him on more and he started moaning himself, the gravely hum and vibrations driving me wild. His licks slowed down and then he sat back, undid his pants, pulling them down just enough to comfortably move.
I was left panting with no stimulation, desperate for more. Needing his cock. Kneeling closer to me, he pressed his cock’s head on my clit. His precum glistened in the moonlight. He knew my weakness was a good pussyjob and used it. Pressing his thumb on his head to firmly rub my clit, he slowly thrusted so all I had was that direct and extreme stimulation. I moaned softly and long to the point of exhaling completely. I held my breath as he lined his cock up with my dripping pussy, hoping he would push himself inside.
But he didn’t. He kept teasing; rubbing the length of his dick against my clit up, and then slowly back down so his head touched my opening. Over and over he did this. He was sitting up to watch the mixture of torture and pleasure, smiling more with each of my moans. “*Please*,” I begged breathlessly, “fuck me.” I wrapped my smooth legs around him and the next time his head was at my slit, I pulled him deep into me with my legs.
We both exhaled with pleasure as he plunged inside; him feeling my warmth, wetness, and tightness, and me with the sudden depth of his thickness filling me completely. I held him inside motionlessly, not letting him move this time, and he kissed me deeply. He kissed the tip of my nose, my cheek, my forehead, and wiggled his butt to signal he wanted more.
He thrust himself slowly, still kissing me softly, and I realized his hips were matching the rhythm of the slow waves, just 60 feet from us. In and out, the whole length of him, slowly, passionately, and we made love under the moonlight.
We started moving faster together. I asked to climb on top, and rode him, grinding, sitting upright and leaning back. My tits were hanging out of the soft bra I had on, nipples hard in the salty air. He used a thumb to rub my clit, watching my face for clues as to how much I needed, and his other hand grazed my stomach and abs. “Gorgeous vixen,” he called me.
As I got close, I asked him not to cum in me. “I might..be ovulating..” I explained as I rocked my hips hungrily. With every moan and grunt of his, I was closer to not caring if he came in me, almost wanting him to impregnate me under the moon. I wanted him in me, not just his cock but his seed and baby. That thought pushed me to the edge, and I came hard, falling down onto him. He continued to thrust but slowed down, and flipped me onto my back.
He was fully on top of me, kissing my breasts, thrusting hard and fast. I heard him get close and he sat up and pulled out just in time, cumming thick ropes on my tummy and reaching up to my breasts. He panted hard and I could see his muscly body shimmering with sweat. A few beads rolled down his forehead and he wiped it away, smiling. He leaned back over me on his hands and knees, and held the tip of his nose to mine. A sweat bead dropped on my head.
He helped me clean up, and we realized just *how* messy beach sex really is. Sand was everywhere. Laying back down, we said “happy birthday” at the same time and laughed.
Best birthday sex ever.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qf1cw2/i_gave_him_my_drink_order_mf_outdoor_age_gap