I [F] rode a bicycle with my boyfriend [M] at the beach while he rode me in a handicapped toilet.

I’m a beach person. So if I had to choose a place to hang out when the weather is great, I’d generally choose anywhere with a body of water – lakes, beaches, rivers, basically anything that allows me to feel a strong sea breeze and have an optional dip in the water if it gets too hot. So whenever the weather gets nice and I have an option, I will gravitate to the beach and this is no exception.

My boyfriend and I had a leisurely day to spend with each other and the weather looked good. So, we decided that we could hang out at the beach. We travelled down to the nearest beach from our location (it wasn’t that far, about an hour or so). Now this wasn’t one of the more popular recreational beaches in the country, it was a place that had more rocky shore than sandy, soft dunes of sand. So getting into the water there was pretty much out of the question since there might be jagged rocks hidden underneath the waves that might injure us. So we did the next best thing, we rented bicycles there so we could cycle up and down the coastline.

Since we anticipated that we would be doing some physical activities, we were dressed in sports wear. He was in training shorts and an activewear workout shirt, both black, and I was wearing my typical navy blue active tank top, teal sports bra and black yoga pants. Once we rented the bikes, we started leisurely cycling up and down the coastline. This was slightly before evening so it was still bright and we had the bikes for 2 hours. The first hour or so was pretty relaxing, cycling with the sea breeze blowing in our faces, occasionally stopping and sitting on benches to chat. Then the sun started to set and everything was slowly dyed in a nice pinkish tinge. The streetlights started flickering on and pretty soon it started getting dark.

At this point, we were at a stretch of the park that was pretty secluded. Just as we were cycling past a rest stop (which has multiple restrooms), my boyfriend signalled for us to stop. Since, I was behind him all this time, it was easy for me to see his signal so I braked. My boyfriend informed me that he needed to use the washroom and we should park our bikes behind the rest stop for a bit. Thinking that he had to use the washroom urgently, I acquiesced. We parked our bikes behind the restroom, away from the main cycling path. While putting down the bicycle kick stand, I felt his body press up on me with something hard pressing against my thigh. He brought his mouth to my ear whispering, “I’ve been looking at your body this whole time and I need your help urgently getting rid of something,” he started hugging me and his hand started slipping into the slide of my tank top through my armholes and cupped my breasts through my bra. I was pretty alarmed and darted my head around trying to see if there was anyone around.

As I mentioned, it was pretty secluded and although there was the occasional jogger, the back of the rest stop could not be seen easily from the road. Once I was assured that it was safe, I tilted my head and looked up at him, making tutting noises, “What are you doing here…. someone’s naughty today.” He groped my breast in response. Heart pounding at his audacity, I grabbed his hand and pulled it out of my shirt while at the same time half dragging him towards the rest stop. Seeing that we were heading to the handicapped toilet, he followed me willingly.

The toilet was not occupied and was relatively clean, at least at the sink area. Like all handicapped toilets, there was a wide space with a sink and a mirror, further in you have the toilet along with some railings for people to grab onto. Once we were in, he turned the lock and we stated locking lips, our hands roaming around each other’s bodies. I reached my hand down to his cock and felt it hard, almost popping out of his shorts. He was burying his head in my hair and his hands were caressing all over my back and butt. “Its so fucking hard….” I started stroking the shaft slowly from outside his shorts and he let out a little groan. “I got so horny just looking at you in those tight clothes,” he confessed, breathing heavily through his mouth as he pressed his groin up against my hand, allowing me full contact with his hard rod.

I continued with this rhythm a little longer while he struggled to roll up my top and my bra, his hands all over my breasts and teasing and tweaking my slowly hardening nipples. After feeling the hardness from his groin and the building heat in my body, I pulled down his shorts, allowing his hard rod to spring out before coiling my fingers around it and stroking it roughly, my thumb twirling in circles on his cock head while I continue to stroke his shaft up and down. His breaths and groans started intertwining and he leaned heavily against me, breathing into my ear “I need it inside,” in a lower pitched, rougher voice.

He turned me around so I’m now leaning against the sink, looking into the mirror and pulls down my black yoga pants along with my pink panties. He pushes against my legs to spread them apart a little more. Then, pressing his hard rod against my mound, he starts edging the tip in. Looking into the mirror and seeing myself with slightly dishevelled hair, with my top rolled up and breasts exposed, leaning against the sink with my butt sticking out while my boyfriend is pushing his way into me somehow aroused me immensely. Then looking my reflection in the eye, he rammed his hard cock inside me, making me gasp a little in surprise.

As he started to pound me from the back, staring at myself in the mirror with my breasts jiggling and my hair constantly flipping over from the movement to obscure my face with my mouth open and breathing heavily got me so turned on that I started moving my hips along with his, flipping my hair back, gasping heavily, sometimes looking down at the sink, sometimes looking up at the reflection of my own flushed face, sometimes giving a shy grin while looking at his face from the reflection, sometimes just closing my eyes to drown in the sensations and the waves of heat that is constantly emanating out from my belly and to my vagina. My gasping slowly turned into soft moans as he continued to thrust into me from behind and our sweaty bodies started colliding at an increasing speed. He started getting more vocal and so did I, in the confined space which rebounded our voices so it sounded like multiple versions of us fucking along with us.

He noticed my wetness as my juices started dripping out whenever his cock slides out and whispers in my ear again, “You like watching me fuck you right, you’re such a horny slut,” he nibbled on my ear and watched me blush harder. I tighten my lips in embarrassment to muffle my moans as waves of pleasure started cascading over my senses. The fact that he was able to point out how I was feeling made my pussy clench tight, bringing a certain level of humiliation and arousal at the same time.

As the heat built up in my body, I felt myself reaching the peak and I told him in between moans “Uhhh…uhhhh…mmmhmm…I’m…cum…cumming,” that only led him to thrust harder and repeating my name over and over again, plowing into me deeper and deeper, our bodies slapping together.

My body was hitting against the sink with every thrust and my sight started to become unfocused. Within the next few seconds, he orgasmed. I saw his eyes rolling back and his body shuddering a little from cumming and that set me over the edge. I felt a large unstoppable wave hit me as well and I orgasmed a little after him. We stood there in the afterglow, amidst the smell of sex, trying to regulate our heightened emotions and trying to calm my oversensitive body.

I turned around and we kissed for a little while and cuddled and hugged a little. But as the arousal went away and the washroom wasn’t a good place to really cuddle or anything, we sobered up and got out of there pretty quick.

I’ve discovered two things that day: (1) It was a pretty uncomfortable ride back for me since his and my juices were leaking out of my panties and yoga pants onto the bicycle seat all the way back to the rental shop and (2) I am aroused by looking at myself getting fucked. So all in all, I would say that it was a pretty fun day at the beach!

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