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Life's a Beach
I keep thinking back to that trip we took to that tropical paradise in
the Caribbean. My dreams are filled with memories of days and nights
of gentle loving and kinky capers. So much sex in such a short period
of time... it all runs together in my mind, like your come and my
juices did. One of the recollections that keeps recurring is about
that day when we were sunning ourselves at the beach.
The front of our cottage fronted on a beautiful beach that was wide,
white and 6 miles long. Form our deck, we could see only a few other
people scatter ed along the length, and none were close by. We walked
hand-in-hand out across the sand and set up camp a few yards back from
the edge of the lapping waves. You were wearing that tiny black bikini
bathing suit that I had bought for you at the boutique, and I was
wearing an even skimpier bikini that was hot pink and as transparent
as tracing paper. Since you had explained that you weren't interested
in soaking up too many rays, we had set up a huge beach umbrella that
shaded your beach chair, and I spread my giant towel out right in
front of the chair, where the warm sun could wash over me. I arranged
myself on my back with my head near your feet and my feet pointing at
the surf.
After a few minutes of tantalizing chit-chat about our prior evenings
encounter with the mysterious native in the pitch blackness of our
cottage, we were both starting to get aroused, and the hot sun was
putting a sheen of perspiration on my skin. I asked you to help apply
my SPF 15 lotion, but when I started to get up so that you could rub
it on, you insisted that I should remain in my comfortable recumbent
position. Grabbing the lotion, you squatted down next to my legs and
rubbed in the lotion, starting with my feet. I closed my eyes as your
strong hands massaged the muscles of my calves and toyed with my
sensitive toes. It was so tantalizing to feel the slippery lotion
lubricating your fingers.
Then your hands worked their way up to my knees, and you teased me by
tickling the backs of my knees. I restrained myself from giggling, and
the ticklishness turned into something vaguely erotic. Continuing
upward, you began to massage my thighs, and I began to anticipate what
it would feel like when your hands ascended to my moistening cunt,
only inches "north" of where you were. I tingled with expectations.
Now, I know you well enough to realize that predictability is not to
be expected from you. But in those early days of our relationship, I
didn't realize that you were so creative. So when you pulled away from
me and stood up, I started to whine at you to come back and apply the
lotion to my upper thighs, which I spread apart a little to give
you an ideas of where I really wanted you to pay attention.
But you silently answered my pleas with a stern look that let me know
that I shouldn't try to boss you around. I was pleased to see your
gaze slide down my body and alight upon my bikini bottom. My sparse
cunt hair was trimmed very close in so that it didn't show around the
edge of my bikini, but the material was so thin that the hair was
visible as a texturing of the fabric. And my labia formed two distinct
ridges that bracketed the moist vertical smear of moisture that had
seeped out of my aroused cunt. As you stared, I spread my legs a bit
further and tipped my hips up so that you could see my barely clad
cunt even better.
Then you stepped back over to your beach chair and scootched it
forwards so that the set was directly over my face. I couldn't see
what you were doing, but suddenly I felt splatters of cool thick
liquid splash onto the skin of my tummy. At first I had the thought
that you had had an orgasm and had shot your semen onto my stomach...
but of course, you had only had a few seconds to accomplish this, and
the liquid was too cold to have come from your cock. Then I felt the
soles of your feet begin to smear the creamy liquid around on skin,
and I realized that you had squirted the tanning lotion onto me. As
your feet started to gently rub the lotion around my torso, more fat
dollops of the cream spewed onto my breasts, my shoulders, my thighs
and my crotch. Your feet wandered up to my breasts and the toes
slipped in under my bikini top, pushing the lotion all around my
tits. The big toe on each foot zeroed in on my lengthening nipples,
and then you began to clench your toes under, capturing and gently
squeezing my nipples with the toe and ball of each foot. The milking
action was unusual and exotic, and it made me squirm and shiver.
I reached up and fondled your calves as your feet came out from under
the bikini top and spread the lotion around my shoulders and then down
the bumpy surface of my ribs. I felt fresh spurts of the lotion
falling randomly on my body. Your right foot slithered up to my tummy
and dipped into the pool of thick cream that had formed in my belly
button. Then those toes descended further until they reached the
low-slung waste band of my bikini panties, and then dove under the
edge. Your toes entwined themselves in my pubic hair, and you were
able to bend your big toe down enough to spread apart my labia and
press onto the hard nub of my clitoris. But within a few seconds, you
pulled your foot out and caught a fresh puddle of lotion and then
pushed back into my panties. A few more swabs like that and my bikini
and crotch was absolutely soaked with greasy, slippery lotion, and
more squirts of the lotion rain down on the outside of my panties, and
onto my thighs. Finally, you pull your foot up and out over my crotch
and down so that the heel was rubbing my cunt area through the
saturated thin material. The lotion pooled and dripped everywhere, and
your fat and solid heel ground firmly into my slickened crotch,
spreading the lips outward under the fabric so that the inner lips and
my erect clitoris are exposed to the welcome and relentless
pressure. Although my head is still trapped under the chair, I could
easily imagine the view you have, with the radiant pink material of my
bikini almost transparent, revealing the equally pink color of my
engorged flesh.
My hands gravitated to my own breasts, and I push the top out of the
way and use the ample supply of lotion to give my nipples and areolas
a deep and satisfying massage. Your foot lowered itself down so that
your heel rests on the towel, and your Achilles tendon was held in the
passionate embrace of my crotch. My hips began an instinctive up and
down motion that rubbed my barely-sheathed clitoris up and down on
that slippery and unbendably rigid rod of tendon. As I squeezed and
twisted my nipples harder and harder, I humped your leg faster and
faster, bearing down relentlessly with an animal urgency. I wasn't
long before my orgasm caught me up in its surge of pulsing ecstasy
that was sustained by the pounding rhythm of the crashing waves. Only
as the intensity of the orgasm abated did I become aware of a new
sensation: a drip-drip-drip of lotion dropping onto one of my
sensitized nipples. It brought me back from dreamland with a fresh and
rising sexual desire. Deep as it was, this pleasure was not going to
be the end of our carnal play for the morning.
I pushed up hard on the bottom of your chair's seat, and surprised you
by flipping it over backwards, leaving your sprawled on the white
beach. The sand coated your sweaty body in splotchy patterns, and then
you jumped up and raced into the water, vaulting over an incoming wave
and knifing head-first into the surf. I stood up to follow, and it
took a moment to get over the post-orgasmic dizziness. I stumbled into
the water like a drunken sailer, and a big wave knocked my legs out
from under me. With a big breath of air held in my lungs, I let my
body go limp and felt the incredible poser of the churning water
tumble my body around like a rag doll in a clothes drier. The cool
water perked up my senses, and I pushed up off the sandy bottom and
shot up into the air with my arms reaching toward the sun . When I
came back down, I swam underwater and snuck up to where you were
standing and pulled your skimpy bathing suit down to your knees. We
spent the next 15 minutes chasing and teasing each other until we were
cold and exhausted. Then we strode up onto the beach and back to our
chair, table and umbrella.
By now the sun had moved so that the shade was on the blanket, so you
lay down with your head toward the water and your feet under the
chair. Since there was no one else near us on the beach, you agreed to
take off your bathing suit, and this revealed your cock. I know you
didn't really appreciate it when I told you that it looked
particularly cute right then, but that's what I kept thinking of. The
cold water had shrunk your cock up much smaller that usual, and it
stuck straight out from your crotch . This contrasted with your balls,
which were filled with come that had accumulated during your lotioning
of my body. The skin of your balls was stretched tight and smooth over
the swollen eggs. It looked somehow cherubic and beautiful.
As I leaned over to examine it closely, your cock started to grow. It
happened so slowly that it was almost like trying to watch a flower
bud open. But millimeter by millimeter, the water-shrunken cock, grew
fatter and longer. It lay over to one side and started to stretch out
toward your hip, and then the head kind of rolled and slithered along
your tummy until it pointed up to your belly button. Still it
continued to lengthen, nourished my eager and riveted stare. Just as
the tip looked like it was going to try to fuck your navel, the whole
length of your cock twitched and jerked up into the air, hovering and
convulsing an inch or so above your tummy. When I saw that, I knew
that it was beckoning me to do more than gaze upon its magnificent
beauty.
I grabbed our second (and last) bottle of sun lotion and squirted it
down onto your rigid cock. As the cool liquid reached its target, your
cock involuntarily bobbed and weaved, as if it was trying to hide from
the squirting lotion. Just as you had done for me, I hosed the lotion
all over your torso, thighs, and balls, and then used the soles of my
feet to cradle the length of your cock. I began to give you a satiny
foot job with my well lubricated feet. I probed around the ridged edge
of the head with my toes, and then massaged up and down the raised
tube that runs up the entire length. I also pushed your cock back and
forth across your stomach, swabbing around the lotion as if your cock
was a windshield wiper. With one foot, I lightly prodded and swirled
your heavy balls.
When I thought you were starting to get too excited, I asked you to
slide your whole body further under the beach chair, so that your cock
was directly under the seat, just where my head had been earlier.
While you did that, I stood up and removed my wet bikini bottom, then
sat back in the chair. This was one of those beach chairs that has
those flexible plastic strips running side to side, forming the seat.
I was able to push some of the strips forward, and others back, so
that my ass could hang won through the seat by a couple of inches. At
the same time, I could hook my knees up and onto the wooden arms of
the chair. This spread my ass cheeks and my cunt lips wide open. It
didn't take much imagination on your part to see what I had in mind.
You reached in under the chair and lifted your greasy cock straight
up. My cunt was so close that you had to bend that rigid piece of meat
to get it past my pubic hair and my clit, and then the head of your
cock reached my open vagina, and you released it. Without doing
anything, your cock pushed up into me two or three inches. That wasn't
enough for either of us, and you immediately started to lift and drop
your ass, stabbing your long and hard cock up into my avaricious cunt.
In my position, I really couldn't move much, so I left it for you to
fuck me, which you did with great passion and enthusiasm. It was so
marvelous to be fucked by your huge cock while I gazed out over the
ocean. The sounds of the waves were mesmerizing. Your cock
filling my cunt was the only place that were touching each other. I
reached down through the slats of plastic and rubbed my clitoris with
one hand, and the other reached even further under and I let my first
and second fingers scissor around the exposed part of your cock,
applying even more squeezing pressure to your hard cock as it plunged
deep in and out of my wide-open vagina. That was just what you needed;
within moments, you began an intense and convulsive orgasm. I looked
down at your face and saw a grimace that might have been mistaken for
extreme pain, if I didn't know better. Your hips thrust fiercely up
into me, bumping the entire chair up and down. Your final thrust left
you paralyzed in an arched position, buried in my cunt as deeply as
you could. After half a minute, your body collapsed back down to the
towel, and only your cock's head was left inside me.
My rapid flicking of my clitoris finally had its desired effect, and I
was wracked by my second orgasm of the day. The spasms in my body were
most conspicuous inside my vagina, and the muscles contracted and
squeezed out much of the huge load of come that you had deposited. I
could feel it flood down out of me and around the head of your cock,
down into your matted pubic hair. And finally, as your cock shrank
more and more, the head pulled out and your cock flopped back down
onto your stomach, thoroughly wet and satisfied. I let my feet drop
back down onto the sand and tipped my head back.
Within minutes you and I had fallen into deep sleep, filled with kinky
dreams of what might occur during the rest of our vacation. It's
fortunate that we applied the sunscreen so liberally, for as the
suncontimnued to move across the sky, we each got our share of the
sleepy rays
I fell asleep wondering whether any of the other people on the beach
would walk by during our nap. What would they have seen -- my cunt
dripping semen down through the slats of the chair, onto your limp
cock, which was coated with streaks of already-dry come -- or would
they just have paid attention to the smug and satisfied smiles on our
faces?
Upon our awakening, my curiosity was satisfied. On the towel next to
your head was a note: "We are glad to see that you are enjoying your
vacation. But you are obviously running low on sun tan lotion. If you
like some more, stop by our villa. We are tree houses down the beach
from your place. Come by anytime, and come as often as you can. Drinks
are served at 5:00 pm. It's been a pleasure seen you!
.................Alice and Joe."
Mmmmmm, sounds good, and the lotion is so expensive down here. We'll
have to check out their offer.
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