I see him from afar; denim jacket over a dark blue tee. A tourist. Perfect. His body is compact, tight and hard in all the right places. I briefly imagine what he looks like underneath his clothing. He catches me staring. I do not look away.
I smile at him, I’ve been caught. Like a cat licking cream from its chops, I lower my face and raise my eyebrow. An invitation. Come talk to me.
He advances towards me. There is no wasted movement. No fidgeting hands, no searching of the scene. This is a man sure of himself, his strides pointed straight towards me. His eyes do not leave mine as he arrives. Hello. I could just eat him up right then and there. Leave nothing but a scattering of clothing, ah! I laugh to myself. I don’t think he would even care.
He’s already mine. This I know for certain. He brushes his fingers along my arms, his voice near my ear. Lips, warm, the tip of a tongue. It’s loud here. The sounds of dining and drinking, jungle rhythms. The night air is warm and inviting. I can hear the ocean, beyond the brightly lit tourist trap. Its darkness an invitation for exploration. I say nothing but get up and begin to walk out into it, my tiki dress tight against the curves of my body. He follows me out onto the sand.
Dark trace of palm trees sway gently against the night sky. A million stars dance above our heads, beckoning us closer to the edge of the world. The faint melody of an expertly picked guitar, and a woman’s voice follow us out as we walk along the beach under the half groove of the moon, a fingernail on the flesh of heaven. What would happen if it sank into the night? Would it cry out for more? I think I would. Soon, the sound of the waves swallows the music, his steps. I almost turn to see if he is still behind me. But I know he is. I can feel him.
His warm hand on my bare shoulder. His lips near my ear. He speaks, but his words are lost to the crash of the ocean. It doesn’t matter anyway. All that matters is the long, slow caress of his voice against my neck. His lips brushing lightly against my shoulder. The echo of his murmur as he moves his hands down the length of my body.
He finds the zipper along the back of my dress. There is a slow ripping that unwinds down my back, freeing me into the cover of darkness, the warmth of his arms. He carefully shimmies my dress down to my feet. That is when I finally turn to face him, when he is on his knees before me.
He removes his jacket, brings his arms up to my body. He pulls me closer, grasping my ass in his hands to bury his face in my pussy. He murmurs something else as he rubs his face against my lips. Again, I can’t hear him, but the reverberation of his tone suggests some holy epiphany.
My god. I’m so wet. His tongue follows the seam of my pussy, pressing his fingers against my clit. I can’t see his mouth, but his eyes are on mine as I begin to moan. So dark, so wild. My breasts are bare against the sky, as warm as another pair of hands caressing me. Tongues of ocean spray tickle my back. A riot of deliciousness spreads across my flesh.
I grasp his hair in my hands, loving the smooth feel of it. Pressing him against me. My thighs grip his head as he fingers me. I can feel how wet I am, practically dripping down his forearm. But it’s not enough. I need more. I want more. I want everything, all of it. I’m so greedy for it.
I pull him up roughly, taste his lips. Mmm. My pussy on his mouth, like cinnamon and honey. I undress him quickly, my hungry nature getting the better of me. I take his cock in my hand, loving the warm, smooth feel of it against my palm. I get down on my knees before him and take his cock into my mouth.
His surprised moans turn me on even more. He grips my hair as I move my head back and forth, saliva dripping from my lips. He doesn’t try to guide me. He knows that I could make him cum in an instant if I wanted. He tastes so good; I press my hands against his ass and push him deeper down my throat. Sweat breaks out across his shoulders. His eyes are shut tight as I move that beautiful cock in and out of my mouth. I feel a grin beginning; I know that if he watches me, he’ll explode into my mouth. I slow my movements, take him out of my mouth. He opens his eyes, caressing my chin with his hands.
Fuck me. He pulls me up and turns me around. I press my ass into his body as he takes his cock and enters me slowly. My pussy is so tight, so wet around him. He wraps his arm across my chest, letting my big, heavy breasts sit on his arm. With his other arm, he reaches down and presses his fingers on my clit. He is all the way in. So fucking deep I could almost scream from just the depth of it.
He moves slowly at first, his mouth on my neck, hands moving across my body. Greedy for me as I am for him. My ass fits perfectly into his slim hips, circling his movements. Gripping my hips as he fucks me. Gripping my breasts, too big for one hand. I want him to cup my nipples and drink from me.
My hair is tangled in his face, sticking to our bodies. He rubs his rough chin against my neck. Delicious scratch of his face that I’ll see later in my mirror and remember the feel of him pressed against me. My pussy tightens around his cock, I’m so close. My hands find my clit and rub while he fucks me. He moans quietly into my ear, sucks in his breath in a hiss of passion. I love when a man loses himself with desire for me. Faster, harder, push yourself against the borders of my body. Kiss me. Fuck.
All I can hear is the rhythm of his body. Sweat breaks out across his body, and he tightens his grip on me. His cock shudders inside of me, spilling hot cum deep in my pussy. His fingers find my hands and push them against my clit as an orgasm eats away at all coherent thought. I’m awash in every conceivable pleasure. Dripping down my shaky legs. My pussy gripping his cock, the sticky feels of his cum against his balls, still slapping me. The hot gasps and moans, my scream of pleasure.
Underneath it all, the hypnotic song of the ocean and the scent of salt in the air. I nearly buckle from the weight of it all. My legs are trembling. He finally slows, after making sure I am satisfied. What a man. If only they were all like that. I think I turn to him, but I don’t really remember. Maybe he turns me towards him and kisses my lips. I press my naked body against his, his cock dangling between his legs. I can feel the wetness from our bodies on it when he presses it against my belly.
His cum drips from my body. I want to taste it. I want more of him. I let him know that with me, there is no end to it. Pleasure stretches as long as the ocean. The depths of it have never been reached. He looks into my eyes, so dark, so calm, an ocean that matches my own.
We are two seas that have converged upon the other. A meeting of sweat, and salt, endless rhythm, and flow. Endless…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wh7v0b/fm_ocean_vibes_make_beautiful_music_stranger_love