This was when I was 19.
One of my old friends� family owned a beach house up in New Jersey, a nice place right near a part of the beach that didn�t have much boardwalk traffic. You could sit there and just listen to the waves, it was so nice and quiet.
One late afternoon I was taking a lonely walk along the beach, enjoying the quiet, and I guy comes up. He�s cute, fit, no older than like 25. Tall, dark hair, shiny white smile. He starts walking along side me and tries to strike up a conversation, asking my name, asking if I was vacationing here or visiting. I wasn�t giving him much back in terms of words, I�m not great at conversation.
He was pretty direct, told me he thought I was cute, asked if he could buy me some Italian ice. I said sure. It�d be hard to spike that.
So he did, and blah blah blah, long story short, he flirted with me enough to get me all flattered and highly and we went to his hotel room. It was one if the hotels that right overlooked the beach. I looked out his window for a bit before we stripped down and started fucking.
To his credit, he was a good fuck. Good with his tongue, fingers. Got me to orgasm before I even touched his dick. He was great.
On him I started with licking his shaft, up and down. It was more thick than big. I paid attention to everything from his tip to his balls, tried to go nice and slow to get him really into it.
I started letting him all into my mouth eventually, again going at it slow, mainly just for me. Attempting to deepthroat right away is a mistake I�d only like to make once. I do a bit of a tongue swirl technique with oral, I don�t really know how to describe it, but it drives them mad. He was no exception.
I kept at that till my mouth started to get sore, and changed courses to start riding him. He was a great participant, thrusting into me as I bounced. He pulled himself up in a more sitting position so he could start kissing me and sucking on my tits as he still slowly fucked me, guiding me up and down with his strong arms and kissing my neck. It was a nice slow fuck then.
Eventually he had to cum, and this was like after… I don�t know, I didn�t look at the time, there was no clock in there. But it was a while.
I finished him with his hands, let him cum on my chest. Some of it got in my face, I seductively licked it off and regretted it because cum tastes terrible.
I straightened myself up in his bathroom. When I came out he was rolling a joint, had this huge thing of weed with him. He offered some, said I could stay the might if I wanted to. But I knew myself, I knew if I stayed with him and his Mary Jane (lol) I probably wouldn�t leave that room for the rest of the week.
So I politely declined, he shrugged and said thanks for the good sex, I said the same. Then I left. Never saw him again.
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