The beach
The sun bakes down on a golden sunned paradise. They lay side by side, in a shimmering haze of blissful summer laziness. She is so close to him that she fills his vision, all he can see is her shoulder down to the top of her costume, he slowly drifts his fingers across the skin. It’s like velvet and hot to the touch, the tanning oil let’s him glide along, barely touching. She purrs softly into the towel her face is buried in. He slips a finger under the edge of the bikini and tugs gently, her arm moves to catch his hand and holds it tight. “Stop that” she chastises, “you are turning me on”. His hand slips back up her and comes to rest on her shoulder, moving in intricate patterns as if drawing on the perfect canvas. “Let’s go, we’ve been here for ages” he suggest. She reluctantly agrees and rises giving up her sun worshipers pose.
They walk along the Esplanade hand-in-hand, leasurely enjoying each other’s company, eventually coming to the busy bars and restaurants. They sit, legs dangling over the edge, watch the beach goers. There is a volleyball game happening and she is watching them intently. One of the men nearest them notices her watching and smiles at her, she seems embarrassed to be caught out and smiles back. He turns and dives in an arc onto the sand to make a play. Tall, broad and dark with perfect olive skin stretched taught over an athletic body. V shaped muscles extending down from his rippling six pack disappearing into his board shorts as he stretches to reach the ball.
Watching her closely he sees her eyes drifting over all the perfect flesh on display, he squeezes her arse cheek gently. “You keep watching. I’m going to get us a drink”. He is gone longer than expected waiting in the late afternoon queue, when he arrives with the cold beers, the volleyball player is standing looking up talking to her. She doesn’t notice him approach but the volleyball guy does and shrugs “your man is here. The offer still stands” he waves and laughs, turning to rejoin his friends who have carried on playing in his absence. “What was that about?” “His name is Carter. Apparently he is short a player and wants me to join him for a game. He says he wanted to ask someone sexy to distract the other team so though he should at least check if I was interested” he’s curious, is she interested in playing with the stranger on the beach. From the way her eyes keep travelling back to the game, definitely. “Don’t be silly, I’m here with you. Let’s enjoy the last of the afternoon” she sips the cold beer and the sit close together, he can feel her tension, she is wound up as tight as a guitar string all of a sudden. He can tell she likes the attention. She absently put her hand on his thigh and traces up and down the inside of his leg, he feels himself beginning to get aroused under her soft touch, her fingers brush against his hardened tip and she notices too. She nudges him with her shoulder, laughing, “you are a frisky one” “I’m not the only one” he teases her, gesturing with his eyes towards the men on the beach. “A girl can look can’t she”
She keeps looking at the game while they chat, he notices Carter keeps stealing glances at her and smiling.
Eventually they decide its time to head back to the hotel. As they stand one of the players dives and the ball shoots off his hand and spins strait into her arms, knocking her beer flying. The foaming liquid drenching her. Carter runs over apologising profusely for his friends accident. “I’m so sorry” he pulls himself up onto the esplanade offering his towel. “It’s ok I have a towel” she says fumbling for hers, embarrassed at the fuss. “My god, you are soaked” he laughs. He asks where we are staying and when they tell him he shakes his head. “That’s miles down the beach, come to mine, I live right here on the beachfront” he points to a townhouse and starts walking towards it “let’s get you cleaned up, you smell like a brewery” Carter walks off, T-shirt in one hand, towel in the other towards his house, she follows, and he follows her.
It’s a nice place, tidy and clean with art in the walls. They are impressed with his taste. He says he made some money of a website he founded so now he can do what he wants and not what he has to. He gets them fresh beers and shows her where the shower is through the kitchen. He runs up the stairs and comes down with a clean shirt for her. She thanks him and disappears, soon the shower spays into life, and the two guys are left sitting in the lounge. They talk about sport and how good it is to live next to the beach, it’s a bit awkward so they drink quickly. “Another one” the host offers. He accepts and relaxes while Carter goes to get them.
It’s taking a while so he goes to see where he is, as he walks down the passage he can see Carter standing facing away, with two beers in his hands unopened, he’s concentrating on something and doesn’t hear his guest walk up behind him. Looking over his shoulder he can see what has him hypnotised. The door of the bathroom is slightly open and she is perfectly framed by the walk in shower. She has her back to the door and the steaming jet of water has her long dark hair slicked down her back. Every inch of her glistens, her full round bottom jiggles up and down as she washes herself. She bends over to pick something up and the proud lips of her sex poke out from between her thighs for just a second . “Nice view?” he asks softly and turns, quickly retreating to the lounge. Carter follows quickly and quietly, still holding the unopened bottles. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say. I didn’t mean to look. The door was open” he is genuinely mortified. “I’m not angry that you were looking at her buddy, she is amazing to look at!! She’s even more amazing to touch.” He looks confused. “Look, I see how you’ve looked at her, and she’s been looking at you too. It’s complicated, I am open with how I look at physical attraction. I make love to her all the time but sometimes what she needs is something different, something new” a look of realisation spreads across his face “you’re swingers” “not exactly” reaching over to take the beer, opening it as he walks across the thick carpet and reclines on the sofa. “I don’t have sex with anyone else but I like to watch her” he smiles. “Wow! That’s different, I mean she is gorgeous and I was thinking I would like to kiss her when I told her she is sexy earlier. I wasn’t expecting this”
“Who’s sexy and who is kissing who” neither of them had heard her come into the room. She’s standing in his oversized shirt coming half way down her thighs. She’s drying her hair with her arms above her head, and the movement clearly shows her nipples jumping back and forth against the thin material. She looks amazing. They both stop and Carter looks down. She moves over towards the sofa while Carter stands against the wall. She throws the towel over the back of the sofa and stands in the middle of the carpet, hands on hips facing him. Her husband leans back into the soft sofa, relaxed. “He says he wants to kiss you. I think he is a bit shy now though” she spins around and walks towards him meeting his gaze and not breaking eye contact. “Are you any good at kissing then?” She put the tip of her finger in the middle of his chest, drags her fingernail down between his firm pecs, circles across and around his chest and then putting all her nails against him, rakes downwards catching his erect nipple. He gasps and steps forward to catch her in his arms, pulling her in and covering her mouth with his. He bites her lip and moves his tongue, urgent to gain entry, she responds and opens her mouth and their tongues glide together as her fingers pull him even closer. She pushes him back against the wall and moves her tongue from his mouth to his neck and traces a path down his hard body around the outlines of his steely muscles. She’s knelling in front of him and her hands travel all the way downward to his calves, a fine shower of the last sand from the beach following her. Then they travel back up slowly until she is eye level with his groin. He is bulging and goes to undo his drawstring but she stops him. “Ladies first” she ignores the strings instead opening the velcro holding the front together, fishes in the gap and pulls him out. He is big and hard and swelling more very second. She looks up at him admiringly and slowly wraps both her hands around the impressive shaft watching his reactions, squeezing and gently stroking along its length. When her hands get to the tip she holds them there and moves her lips to gently encompass the swollen head. There’s a small sucking noise as she increases the pressure and her hands start to massage back and forth.
He can’t take how good it feels and grasps her shoulders lifting her away. He grabs the edge of the shirt and pulls it up and off. She is wearing her bikini bottoms and he pulls her nakedness against him, both his hands slipping inside the slick material to lift her up, as she wraps her legs around him his hands bury them selves into her in a rhythmic massage. He turns, easing her gently against the wall, leaning over he takes a firm nipple in his mouth, sucks gently. She gasps as a shock of excitement courses through her. She feels a warm wet tingling between her legs.
He lets her feet back to the floor and nuzzles and nibbles lightly until she pushes against him and then sucks in earnest. She moans with pleasure. He reaches for the other breast, caressing it’s full roundness and turgid tip. She’s already breathing hard. He lets go of her breast and kisses her neck and throat, caressing her arms and breasts with both hands. His warm tongue runs slowly down the middle of her throat, between her breasts, and down to her navel. His rigid cock has grown again, and strains insistently against the drawstring. But first he unties the drawstring on the side of her costume and pulls it down, then starting at her navel, continues in the direction he was going. He finds his way through her soft hair, and then his tongue finds the top of her slit. She jump a little as he reaches her small hard bump. When he stops, she let out a small cry of dismay.
He stands up and unties his own drawstring finally letting his striving member fully free as he pushes his shorts down. It’s still shiny from her earlier attention. You look down and take it in your hand, letting it slide back and forth over the full length, feeling the warmth, the smooth skin, the hard fullness. You move to lower yourself towards his manhood but he catches you.
“You first” he says, gently pushing her down and stretching her out on the thick carpet. She looks at him with eyes dilated, dark and luminous as he bends his head to your breasts again. Cupping both your breasts in his hands, he holds them together and goes from one sensitive nipple to the other and in between as you squirm. The he sinks down and his tongue finds your navel again, he circles it with an ever increasing spiral until his tongue reaches the silk hair of your mound.
He moves between your thighs, spreading them, then spreads your folds back with his hands and savours a long slow taste of your body. You shudder, half sit up, cry out, and he delves even deeper into you. You can see that he enjoys giving pleasure from the way that he responds to every sound and movement you make. He explores you tenderly, seeming to know just what to do to give you the most pleasure. Teasing you with his tongue, and with his skilled hands, reaching inside. You begin to move against him, cry out and toss your head from side to side. He senses that you are almost ready, he finds the hard bump of your clit and presses down on it with the tip of his tongue, your breathing comes fast as you explode against him, he shifts up your body as you reach for his thrusting manhood.
You are beyond yourself, no thought exist except the need to have him inside filling you up. He’s on top of you, elbows hooked behind your knees, pulling your hips up and opening you to receive him, you’re helping him, guiding him, and then he’s sliding into you. He pushes himself as deep as he can, letting you wrap yourself around his thick shaft, hot and wet. He wants to make this last so slides out slowly and then plunges back in, impossibly even deeper. Your arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, you pull yourself up off the carpet to meet his powerful movements. He pulls out slowly again and thrusts back in, again, and again, and again. You are both pulsating, the world around you doesn’t exist as you focus on the exquisite sensations flooding over you, pulling you together towards a shared goal. Suddenly, almost unexpectedly you both reach the crest and he drives down hard against you, one last time, welding your bodies together in a sweating unison where you can’t distinguish where one ends and the other begins.
You lay unmoving, catching your breath. The room around you slowly entering your consciousness again, you let out a long slow sigh “oooh, that was amazing” and let out a deep breath. He shows his agreement by letting out a groan as he releases your trapped legs, pulling back and out of you, his still engorging member swaying back and forth as he rolls into his back to lay beside you. His hand slides down to firmly cup your mound, feeling your lips slowly pulsating. You copy him and take his softening shaft in your hand and squeeze gently, the tip balloons and turns crimson until you release your grasp slightly. You lay like this for a few moments, claiming each other’s sex as yours in mutual satisfaction.
She rolls over and push herself up shakily. She’s going to need another shower.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n2nrde/the_beach