[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hagfth/jamaican_eggplant_afternoon_beach_part_1_mf/?utm_source=share)
Bright moonlight illuminated the beach. The dry sand shown light. The wet sand looked like dark shadows. Subtle bioluminescence lit up pale blue in breaking waves. The beach landscape takes your breath away with the moon, glowing surf and shadows. We saw nobody else along the beach.
“The bartender was staring at me.” Ellie whispered.
“The bar was dark. We could barely see him.”
I couldn’t help looking either. Her nipples were clear to see. And the shape of her breasts. She surprised me leaving the room wearing just the dress and nothing else. We had just one drink at the tiki bar while sitting at the edge of the light.
“Hey.” She took the phone from her bag. When I turned her way she took a photo. She grabbed my arm pulling me close. With a practiced move she struck a pose and snapped a selfie of us. She pulled me in for a kiss and snapped another.
Ellie let go of me and swiped through the photos. She tweaked some. “I am so good at this! One handed. Perfect.”
Feeling in control now, she pulled me to the surf. She found a line of rocks on the beach. Wet, rounded rocks went from the trees across the beach, into the water. The rocks, put there for conservation, kept sand from washing away. She handed me the phone.
“No butt pictures like last time please.”
“Not even a little cheek?” I teased.
“Listen to me or I’ll take the phone. I will tell you what to take. I need some to post. And I do not need to get banned,” she said with a firm expression visible in the night.
Ellie walked into the surf to her knees. Water lit up blue where she walked. When she saw that I was ready she modeled sexy poses. At first she took care to hold the dress down in the slight breeze. After a few poses she relaxed and pulled the hem up almost to her cheeks. I laughed. She blew a kiss.
“Do you remember the picnic table?” I pointed at the table up near the trees. My eyes had grown accustomed to the night.
“Not going to forget that,” Ellie smiled.
“You were wearing that same dress.”
“With a swimsuit.”
“Not the whole time,” I squinted to see her in the moonlight. Shadow hid her face. She stood in the surf, hands on hips. I started for the table.
I heard her splashing behind me.
I turned to watch Ellie. When she noticed me watching, she slowed., took deliberate steps, keeping my gaze.
“Ah…hem,” she cleared her throat.
I raised the phone and took a photo. She took another step, another pose. She reached the table and posed, leaning with a hand on the table. She reached back with both arms to the table and pushed her chest out. The dim light illuminated her cleavage. I watched her practicing model poses from videos online. She had the moves down.
“This one is not for posting online,” she paused. I still had the phone pointing at her but wrinkled my forehead. Ellie turned her back to me. She bent over arching her back in a very erotic pose. With her free hand she slid the hem of the dress up until her fading tan lines were in full view. That beautiful, bare ass belonged to me alone.
“Hashtag peach!” I whispered.
“Only for you. Got it?” She smiled.
Ellie sat on the bench of the picnic table with her back to me. She pulled the halter strap over her head revealing her bare back. I gasped at the view of her sitting there naked from the waist up.
“I’m waiting for you to take a picture.”
She twisted on the bench to look back at me. I glimpsed the side of her boob. The view of her naked back sent shivers through my groin. I forgot about taking photos.
“Waiting…”
I clicked a photo. When she heard me moving back around her, she quick pulled the strap back over her head covering her chest.
“No boob shots.”
I leaned down and kissed her. I wanted to touch her.
“No boob shots?” I asked.
“No.”
I kissed her again.
“One more photo only for me then,”
She waited, listening.
“From behind where you’re seated” I paused with the question, “and without the dress? Now this one is only for me.”
I kissed her again. She held the kiss, thinking. I know she was turned on too. I did not know how turned on. She exceeded my dreams tonight already. I thought about hurrying back to the room to finish what we started.
“Okay. But no front.” she stunned me. No way she went for that but…
Ellie raised her arms overhead and waited for me. I lifted the dress by the strap. I held my breath at the sight of her sitting there naked in public. She heard the phone click and silence. She waited, listening. She twisted around to see me, taking in her beauty. My arm hung down with the phone, done with pictures. She stood and faced me. Her nipples stood out. I remembered to breathe. I reached around her and laid the phone on the table. She was naked, and in public like an impossible fantasy. I was afraid she’d put the dress back on. I felt my heart beating in my throat. We looked around. No sound but the surf and distant music.
I pulled her close. We kissed. I kissed her ears and neck. I kissed down to her shoulder. Her nipples were firm in the cool night air. When I sucked on her stiff nipples her legs faltered. Her rapid breathing mashed her breasts into my mouth. I helped her sit back on the table, knelt on the bench seat and kissed her belly. The sweet smell of sweat and perfume filled my senses. She exhaled slow at my touch. I felt her trying to relax. I closed my eyes and held my face close to her skin and breathed her in.
“Lay back,” I whispered. I held her as she stretched out on the table.
Ellie kinda thought we were going to have sex here again tonight like last year. Last year she only took off her bikini bottoms and straddled me on this bench. She kept the dress on that night. But tonight she looked up into the night, completely naked.
Lying there, Ellie stared at the stars. She took rapid breaths. I sat on the bench and raised her legs over my shoulders. She held her breath as I kissed her inner thighs. I exhaled on her pussy lips causing shivers in her belly. Her musky scent swirled back in my nostrils. Months passed since I last breathed in her. Oh, what a powerful feeling. I breathed, exhaled, savoring her before my lips touched. Her thighs twitched in my hands. Here we were outdoors and she made no move to stop. My mind spun, drunk on that moment.
My lips touched her pussy. Her labia was swollen from earlier. My tongue pushed inside feeling her wet, creamy texture. She took a couple deep breaths and moaned. I flicked my tongue on her clit. She pushed against my face. I looked up to see her close her eyes. She ran her fingers in my hair, holding my head as I found the right spot. I felt her belly tensing against my nose. She was almost there.
I saw her eyes open. She heard it before I did since her legs pressed against my ears, muffling sound. Then we both heard bushes rustle. Behind her, shadows moved. Ellie was panting, moaning, so close to an orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered breathlessly when I paused. She anticipated the growing feeling in her belly. Not much else mattered to her.
A large dark skin man formed from the shadows. He watched her. She looked at him. His eyes locked with hers. Despite herself, she trembled, near orgasm.
“Hello.” She managed. My “huh…” came out muffled between her legs.
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