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ANNE'S FANTASY: THE BEACH


	I am at the beach. It's a beautiful, sunny day in the
mid-70's. I'm wearing a string bikini which just barely covers
the nipples of my breasts and my smooth shaven vulva, with a
long green string winding through the crack of my ass and tied
on my hips.

	I am lying face down on my towel, enjoying the warmth of
the sun on my skin and the cool breeze which have stiffened my
nipples. The beach is secluded. I am the only occupant, save for
a shirtless man in shorts sitting in the lifeguard stand.

	I sit up and pull my suntan oil out of my bag, smoothing
it on my body. I cup the warm oil in my palm and bend forward,
my legs bent, massaging it into my calves with great delight. I
stroke my legs slowly, making sure not to miss a spot. I sense
the lifeguard is watching me, and I move my hands higher up my
legs, massaging my thighs in long, slow circles.

	I start on my neck, now, rubbing my shoulders. Within
seconds, the lifeguard is next to me, offering to oil my back. I
smile and nod, handing him the bottle of oil. He is nervous,
pouring too much oil in his hands and apologizing, wiping it on
his own legs. I laugh and hold my hair off my neck, offering him
my bare back.

	He slowly massages the warm oil into my shoulders, and I
sigh with bliss. This encourages him, and he becomes bolder,
moving his flat hands lower on my back until he is oiling the
top of my buttocks. I arch my back and squirm; my breathing is
faster.

	I lie down so that he can oil the backs of my thighs and
my calves. He gingerly touches the bottom of my cheeks, then
moves down my legs. I am sure he can see how excited I am, the
way my leg muscles are tightening and tensing as he strokes a
particularly sensitive spot.

	As he works his way down to my ankles, I turn, propping
myself up on my elbows, facing him. I offer him my foot, which
he proceeds to expertly massage. I throw my head back with my
eyes closed, moaning, well aware that my cleavage is
particularly enhanced in this position. He massages my other
foot, slowly, prolonging the activity, reluctant to finish his
task.

	I ask him to pour some oil in my hand, and I begin to
cover my chest. I stop, then say to him, "would you?", offering
him my breasts. He eagerly scoots over, reaching out to spread
the pool of oil across my chest. He sighs happily as his fingers
trace across the tops of the mounds of my breasts, and I can't
help but gasp when his fingers quickly slide upwards, massaging
the back of my neck, as he sides close to my side, facing me.

	He leans in front of me and kisses me then, a long,
slow, soft, gentle kiss that leaves me breathless, his
fingertips stroking my neck all the while. "I'd like to tie your
hands with your bikini," he murmurs into my ear as he lightly
fingers the strings holding the cloth over my breasts. I nod,
wordlessly, and his fingers quickly untie the strings, my
breasts spilling forth, free.

	He is kneeling almost behind me now, and places his
hands on my shoulders, running them down the length of my arms
until he reaches my wrists, which he pulls behind me and holds
with one hand. He winds the bathing suit top around my wrists
loosely, but tight enough to secure them and ties them. "Now,"
he says, "we need more oil."

	He begins massaging oil directly on my bare breasts now,
and I gasp, closing my eyes, as the combination of his expert
fingertips, the warm oil, the cool wind, and the position of my
breasts thrust forward from the restraints overwhelm me.

	His fingertips trace circles around my breasts,
tunneling through my cleavage, then zero in on my nipples, which
now are achingly taut. I am panting with desire, but I can only
moan as he lightly teases my nipples, then covers my whole
breast with his palm, cupping it, holding it, fascinated, as if
he has all the time in the world.

	He holds my breasts firmly and kisses me, and I'm
aroused by the possessiveness of the act. His hand moves upward
to the back of my neck, and he holds me this way as he kisses
me, the other hand still kneading my breast with my thumb
circling my nipple languidly.

	He slips out of his shorts and pulls me so that I am
straddling him as he sits, my hands tied behind me. His hands
knead my hips and my buttocks, and I realize that I am already
grinding my hips slightly. He has his fingers under the strings
of the bikini and he is twisting them around his fingers to pull
them tighter, I realize, and the string is rubbing my clit so
deliciously. I writhe against him to no avail. What little cloth
there was to the bikini bottom is now tightly wedged in the
crack of my ass, and he is pulling the cloth back and forth
slowly, brushing my genitals deliberately, as I gasp, helpless.

	I feel an oiled finger stroking my labia as the bikini
string digs still deeper, splitting my pussy lips, pressing
firmly against my clit, stimulating my anus. I moan as his
finger circles my throbbing clit and I buck wantonly against his
abdomen. Quickly he thrusts his cock into my pussy, carrying the
knot of the bikini with it, and I moan as his cock glides
smoothly into me with the added bonus of the rough knot of
fabric inching deeper and deeper inside my cunt as it works
tighter and tighter into my ass.

	He puts his arms around me, clasping my wrists behind
me, and we fuck this way, our chests and hips colliding, until
we collapse in spasms of agony and bliss in the sand.

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