**THE WAY TO READ THIS:**
*This was a commission I wrote for someone. The bold portions are the audio bits, and the asterisks are where the recipient is supposed to take out some sort of sex implement and begin using it or using it differently. I wrote it for someone with a vibrator, so every asterisks indicated that they had to go up one speed/gear. IF someone has any advice for how to imbed audio into the story that would be amazing. Of note is that all the names in this story are redacted, feel free to substitute them with your own names if you prefer. It normally came with pictures of me, which you can find if you dig deep on my profile.*
You grabbed your board from out back of your car, intent on enjoying another day surfing the abnormally blue Australian waters. Your bleach blonde hair rests carefully on your shoulders, and you strut out to meet the warm sand.
Not many people are on the beach this morning, which suits you just fine. More waves, less competition in the water. But out of the corner of your eye, you see two men sitting on the beach, with matching towels imbued with an alternating violet and white pattern. The reason you notice them is that they are holding hands, trying to enjoy the beach before the rest of the crowds get here like yourself. One of them is about 5’8” and freckled, and the other is about 5’10” and darker, but with rough features. Both are wearing swim trunks rolled up so you can see their thighs. You pause for just a second, but the allure of the ocean was too hard to resist. You continue your quest to catch some sweet waves.
But it’s after the first wave, where your head pops up from the water after riding one out to its waning conclusion, where you notice the two men again, the freckled head resting on the broad dark chest. They seem to be watching you, enjoying the show. “Oh I can give them a show”, you think.
It’s only a while later, when you exit the water with board in tow, that the two guys give you a round of applause, thanking you for the show. They seemed to enjoy watching you catch the waves.
“Nice riding!” one of them calls out. You saunter over to them, pleased with yourself.
“I charge a beer for the privilege” you say jokingly. But to your surprise, they agree readily.
“Deal. Least we can do to thank you Aussies for being hospitable to us,” the freckled one says, partially in jest. It’s at this point you notice their hideous American accents, and you now understand what this is all about.
“There’s a spot by my place that’ll work, they got bottomless mimosas there too if that’s your thing.”
The dark, tall one’s phone goes off in his pocket and he mentions that he’ll have to head back to the Airbnb a bit early. Americans and their business calls, you muse to yourself.
“We’ll follow you there?” The freckled one asks. You nod. “Yeah, that’ll work. It’s a short drive, too. Try not to get lost,” you tease.
“Getting lost is our specialty! That’s why we’re taking our time to smell the roses, and drink some beers!” the dark one exclaims. The drive there goes mostly as predicted, you create a straight path there, and they still somehow lose you temporarily. “Whatever,” you think, “I gave them the name of the place, they can find it.”
And sure enough, they come in and sit down recognizing you upon walking into the joint. They both sit together, on the same side of the bench seating.
“Who do we have the pleasure of speaking to?” The freckled one asks.
“___” you replied, “And you two?”
“My name is A, and my friend here is named B.”
You take note of that distinction.
“Nice to meet you two! What brings you down under?”
That’s when the storytelling begins. These two Americans have been traveling both the Spanish and English speaking world, they met at their PhD program and both desperately needed a break from Academia. They figured Australia was about as far away from that as possible. To their surprise, nothing has tried to kill them… yet. They joke about you possibly having a hatchet in your truck that you plan to carry out the deed with, that being the reason you invited them here.
During this time, you take a greater stock of their physical features. They both have cut faces, but A has dark, brown eyes to match his hair, and B has dark blue eyes that are really striking. Both have soft, sultry voices that indicate a layer of depth and sensitivity created by a decade of rough city life. They mention how they’d been dating off and on, but had remained friends through it all. Your mind can’t help but wander and wonder a bit, about how that came to be. So you ask.
It was the beginning of a short diatribe, but the short story is that A is an exhibitionist, and B had heard tales through the grapevine at their small PhD program for Heritage Conservation. News traveled quickly, it seemed. All it took was a shared class for a connection to be made.
It’s at this point where B’s phone rings, and he mentions he has to go back to the Airbnb. B and A kiss tartly before B leaves. A turns the questioning on you.
He asks about who you are, and a bit of your personal life. The alcohol, by this point, is admittedly having a bit of an effect. Good IPAs can do that, especially a few BentSmokes. You mention that you’re single, and A teases you a bit.
“Woah, really? Can’t find a hot surfer to date out here?” He says with a crooked smile.
You chuckle to yourself and inform him that you and an ex had broken up a while back, and have been riding solo since then.
“Fitting for a surfer to be riding solo,” he mentions. “If you’re not doing anything tonight, I could join you back at your place for a bit. B mentioned he wanted to go check out the local club scene, but I could use a night in.”
You pick up on the clues laid before you. Your mind begins to wander again.
“Yeah, come on over, does 20:00 work?” You say, off hand, looking at the clock on the wall, noticing it reads a little after 11:00.
The American chuckles. “Yes, 8pm does work for me hahaha.” Mind giving me your phone number and address?”
Personal information gets exchanged.
“Perfect, see you then! I’ve got to reconnect with B for a bit.”
He gets up promptly, and leaves. The prospect of a goofy, exhibitionist American coming over is an exciting one.
**The “Date”-** ***here it switches to first person, you can read this like a part 2****
20:00 rolls around and just like that, there is a knock on the door. You walk over to open it, and sure enough, and I’m standing there, in front of the door. I’m wearing my quite short Patagonia shorts, with a quite tight Hawaiian shirt, along with a pair of birkenstocks complete with some funky Charles Darwin socks. You invite me in, and hand me a glass of wine you had prepared. With a quick thanks from me, you motion me to the table.
After some light banter, you asked me about B and I, specifically our relationship. You remembered from earlier that we seemed quite close.
*Laughing to myself “Yeah, he’s a nice friends with benefits and great travel partner. We like to post our travel adventures on his onlyfans. We’ve been good enough friends for a long time that we sometimes even bring strangers or fellow travelers in on the misadventures. We both have too much drive to make it a real relationship, and I think that’s because we also understand we get along better as friends.”
Well, that’s intriguing.
“Sexual encounters with strangers?”
“Yes, well we find two hot bi guys to be quite an appealing proposition for many people.”
By this point, you’re sold.
“Is that why you both reached out to me?” you tease, with a wry smile. “You two were staring at my volleyball ass today, not me riding the waves, huh?”
I laugh. “I can safely say that both were quite easy to watch at the same time, even if we were there primarily to watch people shred waves.”
“Well, if you want another good look at my ass, you’re welcome to follow me to my room.” You drop your dress slowly as you slink off towards your room.
I’m shocked at your brazenness, I’ve always admired brazen women unafraid to go for it. I follow you speechlessly to your room.*
Upon opening the door, you see me walk in and immediately grab you by the ass and pin you against the wall, pinning you there with my arms wrapped up underneath your legs, our torsos interlocking. The kissing is light, with some lip biting, but vigorous and full of passion. You can feel my warm breath over your neck, in your ears, wherever my mouth happens to be at any given moment. You can hear little whispers of my voice, whispering things in your ear.
**“Yeah, you like that?” “Are you wet for me?” “Who’s a good little slut?”**
With every moan you make, my voice gets louder, and becomes more like a grunt.
You feel my hands run over the straps on your bra, and wrap behind the knave of your back. With a short, swift move, the bra pops right off and I immediately begin licking one of your nipples and pinching the other one with my hand.*
You moan my name lightly, and I respond to this by tossing you on your bed. After tearing off my own shirt and pants revealing I went commando, I forcefully rip off your panties, and throw them over your head onto the floor. I pin your arms down on your bed, and kiss your neck while beginning to dry hump you, with my erect penis rubbing against your clit. Back and forth, back and forth, as I alternate between lip biting and calling you my dirty whore.
You moan my name once more and ask me to stick it in. I respond by leaving the room, just getting up and walking out.
You’re frustrated for a second. Calling out my name does no good, and out of frustration you get out your phone in the intervening minute and begin scrolling Instagram.
After a solid extra minute, I walk back in, take the phone out of your hands, and jam my big meaty cock into your mouth, forcing it as deep as your throat will allow for a few thrusts. After the first thrust, I grab your hair and move your head back and forth along my cock, with your tongue ring rubbing against the foreskin teasingly. After the few thrusts, I grab your torso and throw your body back on the bed and begin eating you out, my tongue moving back and forth across your clit, with my hand squeezing your nipple, and my finger moving slowly in and out of your clit.
You hear something begin to vibrate, suspiciously emanating from behind my back. It is at this point where my free hand pulls out a cock ring and puts it on my cock. It is then where I go back to pinning you down and I jam my cock with the vibrating ring into your soaking vagina.*
The intermittent kissing and thrusting of my cock creates a cacophony of noises. The slapping of my things against your ass, the obligatory kissing noises, the grunting when possible, and more dirty talk of you being a good slut and me asking if you’re about to cum for me.
You whisper, “A… your cock is so big..”
It’s about then that I flip you over onto your stomach, and thrust my cock in from the back, while simultaneously reach my hand around your stomach so that my fingers are rubbing your clit while I fuck you hard.
Another moan out of you and you and I experience the simultaneous cumming. My warm ejaculate fills your vagina, and your legs begin to quiver. The leaking sperm combined with squirt falls and shoots out of your vagina out onto your sheets, as I collapse next to you. As you turn to look at me I kiss you and stroke your hair gently. I get a small grin, and ask if you’d like to be eaten out. You nod, and the gentle aftercare begins.
The aftercare begins with my tongue moving gently and rhythmically across your clit, back and forth, back and forth. It just feels so relaxing and good to be eaten out after what amounted to thirty minutes of foreplay and arousal into a massive orgasm.*
The pleasure gets to you, and your breath begins to shorten as I interchange my tongue with my finger, applying ever more pressure and speed to your clit. I’ve found just the right speed and rhythm, as your legs being to quiver and shake again. Another orgasm.
At this point you’re toast, exhausted, and laying in a strange mixture of sperm and squirt. I get up, go over and give you a kiss, a wink, and say “goodbye”.
Just like that, I’m gone.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u29rkc/australian_surfer_f_seduces_bi_american_travelersm