## Archive-name: at-the-beach

From: delafld@fau.edu (removed)

Subject: At the Beach ....

Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica

Here's an original work I wrote for a long since gone beau.
Enjoy! :)

---------- At the Beach

The breeze from the ocean gave the night air a fresh salty scent. As we walk out of the restaurant it rejuvenates us both from the stylish cigarette smoke that a few still insist on breathing. We both breathe in deep, then cast an anticipating glance at each other. An eager smile forms on our faces simultaneously. "We'll come back for the car later," I remark as we head towards the beach. The evening's events were unfolding perfectly.
You often told me how much you enjoy the beach, walking from your house on evenings when you just need to relax. It is so convenient to have such a recuperative place to use at your leisure. Sitting alone to collect your thoughts in one of the lifeguard stations. I always thought the situation had definite possibilities.
We both dressed light for the evening, something nice enough for the restaurant, but sufficient for a stroll along the beach to one particularly secluded lifeguard station. You had told me of one almost in the middle of Red Reef Park, far enough from the public access areas to grant some privacy to an erotic rendezvous.
Our walk along the beach, hand-in-hand starts calmly at first, but quickens as we near the stand. "There it is," you point with your free hand. We can just make it out in the starlight. There is just a sliver of a moon showing, but only enough to cast its reflection on the sea. We both turn to each other and almost dare a kiss. Instead I squeeze your hand, smile, and we both start a dash for it.
You reach the lifeguard stand first, and scramble up the four rungs of the ladder. I follow closely, admiring your tight pants grappling with your tush. "Hmmmm, no panties," I briefly think to myself, "She's really been waiting for this." We fall into the wide bench seat, well wide enough for two, as we catch our breath. One fleeting moment later our eyes meet and we're into each other's arms. A fiery kiss envelops the passion built up over dinner and the walk here. The kiss grows into fondling, erotic caresses of each other. I stroke your more than ample breasts through your blouse as you begin to unbutton my shirt, but your impatience only allows the first two to survive. You rip the remaining buttons from their holes along with the shirt from my back. Soft hands now stroke my hairy chest, my tightened midriff, down to my groin.
Not to be left behind, I deftly unbutton your blouse and "click" unfasten the sheer bra underneath. I've only fantasized of your breasts before, and they are more beautiful than I imagined. They taste oh so sweet too as I begin to lick the nipples into excited and hardened forms. They are nice and firm, stunning and seductive. The sight of them arouses me immensely.
But, all of this is progressing way too fast. We know what turns us both on. It's one of the main reasons we decided to meet to begin with. Ever since I found you on the Adult BBS with your profile question "What turns you on the most?", and the answer " ... being tied up ... ". I noticed when we first climbed into the lifeguard stand that a buoy and some rope were under the bench. It was nice soft cord too, not the usual nautical nylon crap. Soft enough not to leave any nasty rope burns.
Quickly, I grab under the bench. Got it! With one of your hands held tight I swiftly circle it a few times and tie one, two, three keen knots. You come to your senses then, "What the...?" Too late! I already have the rope around one of the roof supports pulling your arm to the corner. Once more around the support and another knot secures it.
Sure you struggle a bit at first, just for effect. Something to maintain that innocent girl pretense, but you don't struggle that much. I soon have your other arm tied and then bound to the opposite post. You're fairly helpless now, but not completely defenseless. You still have one article of clothing on - your pants. Not for long, darling.
I wait for your naive struggling to calm down before I get closer. You're not violent, but I want you to realize the predicament you're in before I proceed, rather slowly I might add. The building of anticipation makes it that much more enjoyable for both of us. Finally, you stop squirming. I come over beside you and cuddle one of your tits, massaging the nipple between my thumb and forefinger while I slip a hand into the front of your pants. I was right, no panties. Your bush feels warm and damp as my fingers explore farther down. Hot. Wet. Tight. Your pussy is a playground, and I have an all-night pass.
My hand retreats enough to unbutton your pants. I pause, then continue unzipping them. I get up and stand before you, lifting your hips up enough to slip the pants off. Your bare ass comes down gently on the warm bench as they drop off from your ankles. I grab what's left of the rope and continue. You might as well give up struggling at this point. I harness an ankle in a few loops, tie it tight, and fasten it to another post, just far enough to keep you suspended but loose enough so your firm ass can reach the bench. Last leg, lassoed, lashed, and "Viola!", you are now spread-eagle in the lifeguard stand with a nice view of the ocean. Examining you in this predicament, I sure hope no-one else had personal reservations for this stand.

The night air is so refreshing. I just have to sit back and relax a bit. "Honeeeee?", I hear from behind me, "what about meee?" You're right, of course. How can I resist such a darling little temptress tied helpless and naked in the moonlight.
I come over and sit on the floor between your legs, taking in the sight of your pussy spread so wide. The hair is nice and trim, so I don't have to tussle with much to get at your tasty pussy. You know how much I love to eat you. It just that I take longer than you like to get around to it when you're the prisoner.
Caressing the soft skin of your calves relaxes us both at first, but builds the tension again as I move up your legs. Once I'm at your knees I push them apart farther. I wish I had some more rope to tie them back. Maybe I'll bring some more next time. I continue massaging up, stroking the insides of your thighs. The anticipation of touching your hot clit increases your breathing as I massage your legs higher and higher, closer and closer until I'm an inch away from it. But I'm not going to touch you there. Not yet. I stop and stand up.
The sight and smell, and the excitement have had their effect on me. I unbutton my jeans, and pull them off revealing a nice thick cock for you to enjoy. Who knows what plans I have in store for it, how I'm going to use it to get you off. How you are going to get me off. I think we'll try the first thing that pops up, Ok?
I lean down between your legs, aiming my prick for your pussy. I take it in hand and direct it right for your box. I rub it a bit on your thigh again, watching you squirm some more. Then, out of compassion, I start rubbing your clitoris with the head. Up & down, left & right, never penetrating you. Just playing with you, waiting for your response. I watch as you tilt your head back and let out a low moan. So, I stop and get up. You almost got it, but I think it's still to soon. Let the tension build up in that hot pussy a bit longer. Let's try something else.
I get up and stand next to you. You gaze up at me with a look in your eyes saying, "Uh oh." You turn towards me somewhat willingly as you're now face-to-cock with me. Open your mouth and give me a gentle lick down the underside of my cock. That's where I'm most sensitive. You know it. Lick me from the balls up to the tip. Don't miss a spot. Then, take the head in your mouth, running laps around the shaft with your tongue. Suck me in deeper as I begin to stroke one of your breasts. Jerk me off with your mouth as best you can. If you please me I might just let you loose early.
Your pace becomes faster and faster, speedy for your restrained position. I can feel the tingle of my orgasm begin deep in my groin. It grows into a sensation igniting along my shaft and tickling through my balls. Suddenly, you pull back and stop. Ooooo, you're crafty! Even in your exposed position you are not powerless. You've brought me to the brink, but left me there with no choice.
I quickly come around to your pussy and without hesitation, drive my cock inside. Your body shudders in pleasure. Like a wind blowing a flame, I fan your fire, pounding my meat deeper and deeper, just like you needed. You'd love to wrap your arms and legs around me holding me in until you reach orgasm but the ropes hold you back. So you squeeze your muscles as snug as possible, increasing my lust for your tight pussy.
I try to hold off as long as possible wanting to build the final moment, but I can't hold out forever. I again feel the tingle building in my cock and I start thrusting wildly. I can feel your pussy begin to constrict around me as you start climaxing with me. Your moans tell me we've reached it together, and I can hold back no longer. The cum starts to dribble a little at first then uncontrollably as spurts of white jism gush deep into you. Afterwards, I pull back reeling from the intense pleasure you've just given me.
I sit back for a spell catching my breath. You're sitting there with a big smile across your face. You got what you needed by tricking me into giving it to you. Sneaky little girl!

As we gather ourselves, a gentle breeze blows across the beach. A feather blows into the stand and lands in my open hand. It's a nice soft feather probably from a small tern. You're still sitting there with your smile as an idea quickly forms. My smile slowly grows.
I come and sit beside you as your look wearily into my eyes. Then, I hold up the feather for you to see. You glance at it casually, thinking nothing much of it. If you only knew.
I lean over and give you a passionate kiss for our just past orgasm and ask, "ready for more?" You nod an eager YES. Sooooo, I take the feather and start tracing your nipple with the tip. It is a harmless act to start with, but as you begin to feel the light sensation, it slowly grows into an arousal. I wish I had two feathers, one for both of your breasts. The nipple becomes rock hard, and I lean over to suck on it while I switch the feather to your other breast. The feather lightly strokes your breast in a circle around the flesh, closing in smaller circles as I target in on the other nipple. As soon as it is hard, I lick and suck it warmly. The feather works very nicely. I kiss you again, perhaps in forgiveness for what I'm about to do.
I get up and then sit between your legs again, feather in hand. Touching you with nothing but the feather, I commence to glazing your inner thighs with it. Short soft strokes, up & down the skin. Again slowly closing in on your pussy. I can't wait to dive in but I'll hold back as long as possible. I dare a quick touch of your pussy. It lightly teases the hair between your legs and you twitch from the sensation. I pause, then touch it again, and you quiver. Hmmm, this is fun. Perhaps I can get even for that crafty trick of yours earlier.
I can see through your trimmed hair your clitoris beginning to stand out again. A light brush of the feather produces a nice spasm from your body. I touch it again .... and again ... and again ... until I'm batting your clit up and down with the feather. It's barely enough to feel but you know it's there. I unexpectedly add to the sensation by blowing my warm breath across your pussy. That was all you needed now. You start to squirm in abandonment against your bindings. The feather has driven you to the brink but wont get you off. You need me to get you there. No little feather is going to do it. You try and try to push your pussy closer to my face, hoping for some REAL contact. Forget it. I know your game and I pull back completely, resorting to stroking your thighs alone.
"Honeeee, please touch my clitoris! Please! Eat my pussy, lick it all you want! Just help me get off PLEASE!!!!". I love it when my acts compel you to begging. *Sigh*, and I am a merciful lover as you well know. I just like to see you pleading for my touch.
I kiss the inner thigh as I always do before a meal. With the feather tossed aside (for now), I kiss my way up to your pussy, pause, and then lightly lick your clit. A moan of relief pours from you as I take the clit between my lips and suck on it a bit. Holding it there, I tug at the flesh with my lips before continuing on to lick the lips. The feather has gotten you sooo wet and tasty I can't believe it. I'll have to save that little toy for later.
The taste of your pussy is like sweet jelly to me. I can't get enough of it. My tongue works all around, up & down, and inside for more. Your moaning has become more lustful, telling me your release may be soon. I focus my attention solely to your clit and take it between my tongue and upper lip, holding it tightly while my tongue is still inside of you. My hands are holding your pussy lips spread wide so I have complete access within. I begin to twitch them a bit just to add to your sensation. But your clit is where I'm concentrating. It is now being bombarded with my tongue, rasping it across the sensitive tip, pulling on it, tugging it from side to side. Your body shudders as I sense your orgasm quickly building within your still bound body. A loud moan prepares me for the gush of pleasure within you. I feel your pussy constrict again, this time around my tongue. I love to get you off this way. But I'm not done yet.
All of this teasing with the feather and the intense cunnilingus have given me a new raging hard-on, and it is just dying to cum out for seconds. I stand and grab you by the waist with one hand, my cock in the other. I take aim and plunge in to your still quivering pussy. "Aaahhhhng!" you moan in delight, as you were so caught up in your orgasm you didn't see it coming. The timing was perfect to swell you over into a completely new orgasmic sensation. "Keep it coming!" you beg, as my thrusting begins. The juices flowing out of your pussy feel so warm and slippery around my shaft. It won't be too long before I'm caught up with you and cumming myself.
I lean forward and untie your hands in turn from the roof supports. You lean forward into my arms holding me close as possible. You never want me to stop this time. You squeeze me close and kiss me wildly, our tongues meshing together. Your hands go down to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me deeper into you. Each thrust is accented by your pulling me from behind as if to split you apart. My balls begin to slap against your ass, smacking the flesh as I again feel the tingling build as a prelude to orgasm. I hold you by your still tied and outstretched legs as I make these final strokes count, until I can't hold back any longer. My cock explodes within you, shooting my load of cum deep within you again. I can still feel you cumming from before, and I try to prolong mine with yours. At last my orgasm subsides and I slow my thrusts with yours until we ease back, exhausted from the performance.
I lean over to each leg and untie you, your legs wrapping themselves around me in gentle appreciation. A tender kiss seals the memory before we gather our clothes to head back for the restaurant.
But out of the corner of my eye, I notice you bending down to casually pick up the feather before you tuck it away.

I'd better keep an eye out for that feather ...

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