It was warmer than usual that day at the seaside. A warm front was coming in and the wind from the southwest was kicking up higher than usual waves. This early in the season, there were few souls at the beach. We walked along alone.
She had caught my eye in the hotel lobby and apparently I caught hers. She nodded toward the patio café and I followed her there. After cappuccinos, she said, “Thanks for the coffee. How would you like to take a walk to get better acquainted? I know a secluded place down the beach where we can be alone and talk. Do you want to see?” Her glistening milk chocolate eyes were bright with anticipation. She rose from her chair and began pulling at my arm before I could answer, “Come on, it will be nice.”
I pushed my chair back and stood as she teasingly pulled me toward a gap in the hedge that separated the café from the beach. As soon as she was through the gap she kicked up each foot and pulled off her sandals. She dropped them on paving blocks by the hedge. “You’ll want yours off too. The sand fills everything.”
She twirled and danced around me as I removed my shoes and socks. The lemon yellow sleeveless dress rose as she spun showing nearly all of her tanned, athletic legs. As soon as I had placed my shoes by hers, she stopped her spinning and grabbed me by the bicep and led me north toward the shore. We turned left where the wet sand met the dry.
We walked hand-in-hand telling of our lives and careers and travels. We flirted and laughed at each other’s stories. Her smile was incredible and her laugh infectious. When she spoke, I couldn’t help letting my eyes wander from her eyes, to her perfect teeth to, well, lower. She’s slender, not an ounce of fat and her limbs are taut. Each muscle tests the skin as it flexes while she walks.
She caught my eyes drifting lower. She reached across herself with her right hand and took hold of my chin, tipping it up to grab the attention of my eyes. “What are you looking at, Mister? Is there something on your mind?”
My voice caught in my throat. She could see my baser desires right at the surface. I did want her. I wanted her in the worst way. I wanted to see her body in its natural glory and I wanted to give myself over to her for whatever she desired.
***-#-#-#-***
“Tell me, what’s your deepest desire? What would you do today if you knew no one you know would find out?” She unbuttoned the top button on her dress. “Do you think it’s very warm today, too?” She watched my eyes follow her hands. She touched her face. When my eyes met hers again, she smiled, “Not sure, Honey?” She opened another button.
The dress fabric fell away from her and I caught a glimpse of her small breast. It barely rose above the surface of her chest, her areola was tan and about the diameter of a 1 Euro coin, the nipple erect. I felt a twinge in my pants and my testicles shifted. “Um,” my mouth was dry. I licked my lips trying to coax words out. “Well, I…I”
“Do you like what you see? I can show you more in the private place. We can do anything there. It’s very secluded.” She squeezed my bicep again then turned to face me. She pressed her whole body against me and rose up on her toes to kiss my jaw by my ear. She whispered, “My dear, you have an incredible erection right now. Does it excite you to be with a woman who takes charge?”
“Yes,” I croaked. “I think it sounds very exciting.”
She bit my earlobe lightly and said, “Wonderful! I think I can make you very happy.” She untied the fabric belt from her dress as she spun away. She folded it in half and held the closed end at my wrists. She pulled the loose ends through the loop then wrapped it twice around before splitting the ends and tying it off. With my hands bound, she led me away from the shore toward a substantial rock formation a few dozen meters further inland.
***-#-#-#-***
We crossed a small stream, which formed a natural boundary between the sandy beach and commercial properties and the more natural rocky cliffs to the west. As we continued, I noticed an outcropping of rocks jutting from the solid wall above. We neared a small opening between the rocks. There were evergreen trees and large shrubbery on either side, providing cover that would prevent passersby from noticing the niche beyond unless they knew what they were looking for.
She led me in. It was open above and behind us to the sea, but otherwise it was secluded. At the rear of the space was a ring of rocks with evidence of a recent bonfire. Unlit torches ringed the walls spaced every few meters. There was a blanket in the middle with two lounge chairs with canvas seats behind. To the left was a large weatherproof box where apparently she kept provisions. This was not a place she just happened upon, she has curated the items in this location.
“Sit Darling,” She said as she pushed my chest with her right hand while simultaneously pulling the belt holding my hands. I fell smoothly into the chair. “How do you like my hideout?”
She lifted the hem of her yellow dress and stepped over the lounge chair then settled herself across my thighs. She rested her hands on the arms of the chair all the while keeping eye contact.
“I like the openness, but it still has a bit of privacy. Perfect for a nice ‘getting to know you’ session.”
“Yes, I think so; it’s airy yet cozy all at once.” She scooted herself further up my legs. I could feel her heat radiating into my turbulent testicles. “Let’s get you more comfortable, shall we?” She unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt. “Better? Maybe we should do all.”
She tugged the shirt from the waistband of my trousers then unbuttoned the remaining buttons from the middle to the bottom. After spreading the shirt open, she lightly pushed her fingers up my body from my belly, parting the hair as she went. When she got to my pecs, she moved her hands apart and found my nipples, which she squeezed and then pinched with considerable pressure.
I sucked in a gasp, “Oh! Ow!”
“Breathe, my dear. Don’t forget to breathe. That is how you process what happens in your body.”
**Part 2**
She kissed my nose then in a whirl that made her look like a yellow ninja, she spun 540 degrees, placed her hands on my thighs above my knees and started backing up my body again. The yellow lace hem of her skirt tickled where she had just kissed my nose. She hopped. Her dress was now over the back of my head.
“Breathe, darling! Take a good deep breath,” she giggled.
My eyes were treated to the delight of her glorious womanhood. She had no panties and she was evidently in full arousal. My nostrils filled with the sweet aroma of her pheromones. I tried to lean forward for a taste, but she reached her hand through her legs and pushed my head back.
“Not yet, greedy boy,” she scolded. “You need to learn my scent first before you earn a taste.” Laughing again, she eased herself backward toward my eager mouth. Closer, closer, closer. “Not yet, ha!”
She jumped and spun again and sat on my thighs facing me again. She unfastened my belt and said, “Maybe we should get this dress out of our way. Would you like that?” She pulled the belt slowly from the loops. “Maybe you can reach the buttons and help me?”
Although my hands were bound, the large buttons were no trouble at all. When I got to the last button, she shrugged off the dress. It fell across my legs and she swiftly backed to the end of the lounge chair and wrapped my belt twice around my ankles, fastening it tight.
I stared at her. My God, what a beautiful woman! Her body was fit and tight. Although her breasts were small, they were still a remarkable part of her body’s geography. Her nipples stood tall; perfect tan cylinders. Her ribs were barely visible; her abdominal muscles were apparent, but not overly so. Her skin was uniformly tanned. Not a hint of a bikini line. She was just tones of honey from her head to her beautifully groomed brown bush and on down her muscular legs.
“Ahem!” She stood in a superman pose, fists on her hips and smiled. “So, what are we to do with you?”
***-#-#-#-***
The sunshine was covering half her body. The temperature was rising rapidly as the sun ascended toward midday. The entire space would be bathed in scorching sunlight in mere minutes.
She sat on the lounge chair at my right hip. She stared into my eyes as she lightly touched my sides. The backs of her fingernails tickled up from my waistband to my armpits and then across my pecs. Turning her fingers down, her nails raked my chest on the way down.
“You’re beginning to sweat dear. I think you have too much on.” She grabbed the tail of my shirt, the opening of each side in each hand. She moved her hands up my body. “Lean forward a bit, would you dear?”
I raised my back off the chair as she stood. She reached behind me and took the bottom of the shirt and lifted it over my head. She guided the sleeves down my arms then stretched the tails to the arms of the chair and tied them, suspending my arms between them.
“Good. But I think I can do better.” She stood and opened my trousers. Grabbing the waistband together with my briefs, she pulled toward the foot of the lounger. After guiding them over my belted ankles, she dropped the inside-out garment off the end then stood back to admire her work. “Much better. Much, much better.”
“Thirsty?” she asked as she stepped to the storage box.
She removed a bottle of water and took a sip before returning to me. She put the bottle to my lips and I sipped greedily. “Isn’t that better, Sweetie?”
“Thank you. It felt so good going down.”
“Going down, hmm. Nice idea,” she chuckled as she knelt beside the chair. She gathered my testicles in her right hand and my cock in her left. She squeezed both—gently at first then more firmly as she moved her lips over the head. She slid her lips down until they reached her hand. She raised up licking sloppily as she went.
“Mmm. I would like another taste of that. Would you like that dear?” she looked inquiringly into my eyes and smiled.
I nodded, but she wasn’t waiting for permission. She turned herself back to the toy in her hands. She began massaging vigorously and bobbing her head briskly. In a matter of just a few seconds, she had raised me within a heartbeat of orgasm. She stopped, slapped my thigh and jumped to her feet laughing, “not yet, Honey.” I was panting, gasping for air as she stepped away to the storage box again.
She took another bottle from the box and walked toward me. She flipped open the top and squirted a dollop into the palm of her hand and dropped the bottle by my legs. Starting at my ankles she applied the suntan lotion. “Not a minute too soon. Your skin is getting pretty warm from the sun.” She added more from the bottle and rubbed up my thighs, then she squirted some of the cool lotion directly on my chest. She straddled the chair. She used both hands, swirling in opposite directions to rub it in.
The throbbing of my near orgasm had quelled. I guess that was her signal. She settled her warm pussy onto my shaft, pressing him to my belly. She slowly rocked her pelvis letting her hot lips lick up and down the length. She was building me back to the edge.
She jumped up and splashed the water on my pulsating penis and said, “It’s really getting hot in here. Stay right there, I’m going to take a dip in the sea to cool off.” She patted my cock playfully then trotted out of the alcove toward the shore.
After two steps into the water, she put her hands together and dove in. Seconds later she popped up facing me. She blew a kiss and waved before diving back in.
**Part 3**
I felt the drips of seawater falling on me. “What’s this?” she said as she flicked my flaccid penis with her finger. That’s not all that had lost attention in the time she was swimming. I fell asleep, I guess.
She put her hands on my thighs, just above my knees and her knees on either side of my hips. I had a great view of the water beaded on her ass and dripping off her soft brown bush. She leaned down and blew a stream of cool air on my cock. It rolled at the breeze. “There you are, you sweet boy,” she cooed. She pulled her cool fingers up my perineum and around my scrotum increasing my erection’s rate of recovery. She continued up the shaft toward the top of my penis, delicately tracing the rapidly hardening corona.
She wrapped her hand around the growing girth and kissed the head lightly from several angles as she lowered her hips toward my face. My nostrils filled with the salty scent of the sea. In anticipation, my mouth began to water.
Her wet thighs brushed my forehead as she settled toward my mouth. I leaned forward and kissed her moist labia and licked up the closed valley. I withdrew my tongue to remoisten it then continued, circling her tight asshole. “Mmm,” she moaned. “I’ll take more of that, please!” She pressed back harder and engaged my whole mouth. I probed the hole and surrounding flesh.
She arched up her butt to get my tongue into her pussy, which I licked eagerly. She grasped my cock more firmly as if that would give her more leverage. “Damn,” she exclaimed. “I need your hands to help. I know you can give me better pleasure than that.”
She dismounted and turned to face me. She whispered in my ear, “I think you know what I need you to do.” She kissed by my ear, down my jaw, my neck and right arm. When she reached the knot of my shirt, she untied it from the chair and unwrapped her cloth belt. “Let’s see if you can please me better now.”
She resumed per position on the chair in the superior 69 pose and backed her pussy toward my mouth. I reached my hands to her thighs and caressed them. I firmly squeezed her buttocks then moved my thumbs to her glistening lips. I parted them and found the wet pick of her inner labia. I licked gently at first. She moaned sweetly, then I dove in with gusto.
She began stroking my cock as moved her hips up and down. She was wet and wanting. She bucked hard as she vigorously fucked my mouth. She grunted and yelled as she violently released her orgasm. “Unh. I need this inside me.” She slapped my cock then whirled and straddled the lounge chair. She slid easily over my cock. She pressed her clit into my pubic bone as she bounced.
“Come on, big boy, give me that load!” She yelled. Jumping with some urgency.
I felt the hot stream release in five long spasms as she came again. “Yes! That’s what I want! Give me more of that hot seed!” She continued bouncing and grinding me until she was sure I was drained and my erection started to subside.
“Good boy,” she said as she fell forward. Her body was wet with sweat and seawater. Her head lay next to mine. I sniffed her hair and she smelled delightful. All the wonderful salty smells of perspiration, the sea and sex.
“Why don’t you free your legs and let’s rinse off,” she said as she went for another bottle of water.
I leaned forward and pulled up the waistband of my pants and undid the belt that secured my ankles. She gave me the bottle and I took a quick drink. She grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet and we ran hand-in-hand to the water. We dove together. She emerged first and sent me a surprise splash when my head broke the water. We played several minutes before we looked at each other and nodded. We’d both had enough and were refreshed.
We swam back to shore then walked back to the alcove arms swinging like high school lovers.
I finished the water as I watched her towel off and slip into her dress. She glanced at me nodding approvingly as my cock began to rise again. She threw me her towel. “I’m hungry. Buy me lunch?”
“Sure, I’d love to enjoy your company a little longer.”
She put her right hand around my left arm and we walked back up the shore to the hotel. We grabbed our shoes and wandered to the café ready to feed our other appetite.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n40qvt/seaside_switch_a_tryst_in_nature_oc_light_bondage