_Note: everyone mentioned herein is at least 18 years old!_
I met Sandra at an evening beach party in California. She was laying in a big towel on the sand, on the periphery of the crowd, listening to her walkman. We got to know each other when we shared a alarmingly large joint of what was called “the fine Colombian,” the likes of which which we did _not_ have in Massachusetts back then.
Turns out that we were the same age (25) and even though we grew up thousands of miles apart, both liked disco roller-skating, and anything to do with the ocean.
I liked her instantly because she was a genuine person. No bullshit, even before she got high. She wore a tank top over a bikini bra, cutoff shorts, and a pair of sandals. I think she was the only chick there without makeup. To be fair, she didn’t need it. Her light brown hair was tied up loosely, like she was just hanging out. Which she was.
We sat cross legged and talked, kind of ignoring the other people, as the stars appeared one by one. I wouldn’t say she steered the conversation toward sex—more like she rather abruptly said that weed made her horny and asked if the same was true of me.
After regaining my composure I replied that smart, pretty girls like her made me horny. It was hard to say if she blushed, but if so that was the only time that evening. “I’m going to touch your leg,” she said, reaching out to brush her hand between my knee and ankle. “You can do that to me if you want.”
I did, trying to make it as sensual as I could. She closed her eyes. “That feels so fucking good,” she said. Right after I started stroking her leg above the knee, she stood and wriggled out of her shorts. She had a little bikini underneath.
I could feel her little bush as my hand went up to her crotch. This encounter had turned sexual less than two minutes ago and it was already way past the point of any question.
“We can fuck if you want,” She said almost matter-of-factly. I nodded, unable to come up with a clever retort. She laid on her back and took her bikini bottoms off. “Here?” I said, alarmed and extremely turned on. I caught the scent of her horny pussy on the wind. In the moonlight it was obvious that she was already seriously wet. We’d been engaged in foreplay and I hadn’t fully recognized it.
“Why not here? No one will care,” she said nonchalantly. As I looked over my shoulder it was kind of obvious that no one did. At this point everyone was high, and from the looks of it, there were more than a few couples with the same idea as her. I stood, kicked off my sandals, and dropped my swimming trunks. It was exhilarating to feel the breeze on my dick and balls—and to know that other women there might see my growing erection.
I laid on top of her and she bent her knees on either side of my ass. My stiff cock was sandwiched between our warm flesh, and I moved it over her soft pussy hair, her wet pussy lips moistening my balls. We kissed like it was the last thing we’d ever do. She reached between her legs and grabbed my cock, clumsily but clearly letting me know she was ready.
I put my hand on hers as she continued to handle my dick. For some reason I remember this as the second most erotic part of the evening. Pulling back, I put my cock against her opening. I wasn’t completely dry—I’d managed a lot of precum—but I didn’t want to go too fast. I shouldn’t have worried.
She thrust her hips in an effort to engulf my dick inside her. I pushed in softly but she was so fucking wet that I went all the way in in one stroke. She exhaled as if she’d been holding her breath since out last hit off the joint.
I buried my face next to her head and whispered in her ear, telling her that she was the hottest woman I’d ever known and that her body was incredible. Her pussy was so tight and slippery that if I hadn’t to moderated my strokes I would have cum in seconds.
It occurred to me that people might be watching, and as hot as that idea was, the feeling of her pussy gripping my dick was all I could really think about. “I need to cum,” she said, putting her hand on her pussy. I could feel her fingers on my abdomen as she worked her clit. Although I’d rather have gotten her off by myself, it was obvious that this was working for her. Twice her pussy muscles tensed and both times I thought at first that she was coming. Finally she gripped my cock with her pussy for several seconds and grunted before she cried out, clearly not giving a fuck if others heard her as she orgasmed.
Incredibly horny, I continued stroking, though I wondered how long I could last. A minute later our eyes locked and she asked, “Can you pull out before you cum?” “Can I cum in your mouth?” I asked breathlessly, surprising myself. She gave me a big grin and nodded. This was too much. “I’m going at stand up. You jerk me into your mouth,” I said, pulling out and rising to my feet.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, we arrive at the most erotic moment I had yet experienced.
I stood, knowing that even if they’d ignored us before, women (and I’m sure everyone) would watch. They would see her pussy juices on my cock reflected in the moonlight. They saw Sandra scramble to her knees and begin stroking my shaft as she put my sensitive cockhead in her mouth.
I felt like a porn star knowing that women were watching this hot chick work my cock as she tasted her pussy, my hands instinctively on her head, putting every ounce of her energy into making me cum.
All of this happened less than five seconds before I started to ejaculate in her sweet mouth. I was so worked up that at first the cum just spilled out. Gently guiding her head as if to tell her not to stop, I groaned mightily as the spasms started. One big spurt. Two. Three. Sandra swallowed my seed, and as I stood there she gently drew the last drops into her mouth and swallowed again.
I opened my eyes to see that several people watching. The fact that most were women ensured that I remained fully erect as Sandra cleaned my cock with her tongue.
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