1 comments/ 23352 views/ 0 favorites Beach Play By: Sienna I returned from my swim, topless and refreshed as I strode towards him on the warm damp sand. He looked so beautiful, lying in the sun. His firm muscular body that always made me feel good next to him when we hugged or made love. He meant the world to me. He was mine and only mine, to have to and hold, to love and to cherish...all mine. I stood and watched him sleeping with my legs astride his tanned and beautiful body, shading out the sun. His eyes opened and he looked up at me and smiled as I dropped to my knees, straddling him and feeling him beneath me. We spoke no words as I stared into his dark blue eyes. We just exchanged our glances for a while. Then I felt his hands sweeping up my thighs, onto my buttocks, squeezing them softly as if urging me to grind against his hardening cock. I could feel it growing inside his trunks and I responded as he wished, pretending to ride him as if we were making love. I leaned forward and licked my tongue against his jaw, allowing my sea-wet hair to hang over his face. He tasted so good with his sweet aftershave, a flavour that he knew I adored and found irresistible. Then flicking back my hair I found his wanting lips and obeyed his silent wishes. A long and passionate kiss that I never wanted to end, that sent tingling sensations up and down my spine and into my groin. A kiss that signified our love for each other. As I reached down with my hand, brushing against his firm stomach, I found his trunks, bulging with his desires, so hard and erect waiting to be released and pushing against me. I held my hand against it and stroked it through the material. Concentrating my touches on the bulbous head I watched him, his expression telling me to go further. Slowly I teased the trunks down and exposed it. Holding it between my fingers, I admired its shape and rigidity, the prominent smooth edge of the glans that could give so much pleasure during sex as it glided tenderly against my clit. Then I slid away his trunks further to uncover the full splendour of his veined shaft and the smooth puffy sack that held his hot delicious cream within. I gripped him gently, feeling his pulse racing through the veins as I slowly jerked him, gently squeezing under the head each time I moved my fingers upward and then down, pulling his skin tight and making it furl around the base of his shaft. His hips began to buck in rhythm and I smiled at him, letting him know that I was doing what he wanted me to do and still no words were spoken between us. The only sounds around were his moans of pleasure and the crashing of the waves on the solitary beach. We were alone. It was his moment of pleasure and I was in control, moving my fingers and thumb up and down his cock, making him almost lament with desire as I made him oblivious of his surroundings with only the feel of his ensuing orgasm in his mind. It was now my turn to enjoy what I was doing as I saw the tiny pearls of liquid forming around the tiny lip. I stopped and squeezed, watching him ooze his precum nectar over my fingers. I licked my tongue to taste it and looked at him. His eyes told me that he wanted more and so I took him into my mouth, running the underside of his glans slowly over my tongue. He moaned with the sensation I was instilling into him. I felt his thighs begin to shudder and I continued. Tongue and lips sliding against his shaft, gentle sucks upon his glance as I watched him writhe and dissolve into bliss. The salty taste of his precum excited my taste buds and on each stroke I took him in deeper, into my yearning throat. He was now ready. Ready to give release to his creamy sap that I wanted so much to feel and taste. My fingers gripped tight and using steady strokes with my lips I purged his cock until he began to hold his breath. And I waited. The first shot hit my lips, striking them with its warmth as the second shot arced upwards and then dropped back onto his cock and over my clenched fingers. The third one streamed almost endless over my face as I felt its thick warm texture hit my skin. He let out a moan of satisfaction as I licked away the surplus creamy cum from around his glans, cleaning up every drop on my tongue, tasting its sweet and salty tang, the tingle in my throat, so good, so pleasing for me. His cock began to soften, having spent its awesome load for me and onto me. My control was instantly diminished at that moment, the mission completed as he began to tell me how good I made him feel. And how much he loved me. I had become excited during that act of release, which I gave him. I lay beside him, holding him tightly in my arms to share his moment of fulfilment; taking his hand in mine I placed it where he could feel my wetness. There was no need to prompt him further as his fingers found their way onto my clit, gently caressing, making me feel good inside as I rode the sensations he now instilled in me. He knew what I wanted now. The game we had often played without verging into intercourse. It was my turn to be controlled now as I prepared myself for submission, lying on my back in the warm sand with my arms out-stretched. My body language told him, take me now. I could feel him easing the thong over my hips and down my legs until they were free. His hands touching my thighs followed by gentle kisses and so tender licks of his tongue. I closed my eyes and consumed the feelings he gave to me, soft smooth and arousing to all of my senses. He touched my shaven lips and with his fingers, he opened them. I could feel the cool air against my wet inner petals as he played with them, unfolding them to reveal my smooth pink vagina, my hooded clit flushed and engorged. I flinched as I felt his lips, kissing tenderly my love bud and making me sigh with ecstasy. What I wanted there and then was to cum for him. I needed to show him how I could yield myself to him as he did for me. And he knew that if he suckled on my clit it would only be a moment to bring me, gushing my release for him to savour. I could feel him probing, placing his tongue and finger into my widening vagina, lapping up my love juice as it flowed from within me like a stream, spilling over his lips as I squeezed to make myself squirt at the moment my orgasm reached its intense peek. If he could keep it going then I would continue to cum almost forever. I clenched my fingers into the sand; shuck my head from side to side, told him not to stop over and over again. But he gently brought my climax down from its height by licking my outer lips and then on to my navel, soothing my sensitive nerve endings until I began to feel calm and peaceful, mission complete yet still submissive. Together we lay on the towels, my arm across his chest and face to face. The sun disappeared behind the roof of the villa, casting a shadow over us. The cool breeze from the sea made us both shiver and it was time to leave. As we packed our things into a wafia bag, we walked, hand in hand and naked towards the steps that led us to the villa, sharing a gentle kiss on the way that sealed our undying love for each other. Beach Play He revelled in the warmth of a summer's day. As he sat on the beach he could see her and he watched with great anticipation as she splashed about in the shallow water. Her blonde waist length hair plastered down by the salty water. As she frolicked, he noticed her pale blue swimsuit was becoming translucent and her dark nipples showed as her bust heaved. She stopped just long enough to notice his staring eyes. After many years of friendship he was finally noticing her. Evelyn left the water, her body glistening with the salt water dripping from her hair. As she walked toward him, Shane gazed at her body observing the sights of her nipples and mound through the thin material of her bathers. Shane watched the rise and fall of her young and upturned breasts and looked at her nipples swollen into strawberry ripeness by the cold ocean water. He felt himself responding in a way that surprised him. Shane had never thought that he could be interested in someone he had known for so long. Yet there it was, the perfect body he had always dreamed of, moving closer to him. Evelyn thanked him for handing her the soft white towel that was lying between them and was pleased when Shane offered to help her dry off. His strong hands brushed lightly over her body and his scent surrounding her excited them both. As Shane stood there, his mind pursuing the pleasures her warm body might hold for him, Evelyn moved closer leaving him no room for doubt. As she kissed him, her hands moved slowly down his chest and all over his well-muscled body, feeling his muscles ripple under her supple hands. Realising that Shane was as aroused as she was, Evelyn kissed him again, more passionately and moaned softly. She felt his hands caressing her firm breasts, his fingers gently playing across her aroused nipples. Together they slipped down onto the large beach blanket they had spread out earlier with more innocent intention. Now Evelyn kissed him from his neck down, only stopping to nibble here and there. When she came to the top of Shane's bathers she untied the cord around his waist and lowered his swimsuit, releasing his hardened cock and carefully took it deep into her mouth. Shane rolled on to his back and groaned, closing his eyes as he felt her sucking and gently nipping at the tip of his cock. It took all his concentration to hold back when Evelyn went from the tip to taking the whole length in one long slow swallow. Having taken his length into her mouth, Evelyn worked her tongue around the head of his large cock and then began to flick her tongue. She began to move back and forth in a rapid motion and he gasped once more as she took his entire length in her mouth and moved it up and down. Not knowing how he could hold out if her mouth kept moving the length of his cock, Shane rolled Evelyn on to her back and peeled off her bathers. Rolling the swimsuit from her wet body, filling his eyes with the vision of her sun warmed flesh. He pressed his mouth onto one of her nipples, gently squeezing the hardening nipple between his sharp teeth. He gently nipped her bud, hearing her gasp with delight. When she was naked he moved his hands to her crotch and opened her thighs, his moves gentle but firm across the soft downy thatch of her pubic hair. As his hand penetrated further he felt the soft warmth of her groin moisten. He slipped his fingers inside her wet tunnel, placed his thumb on her clit and began to rub it in a firm circular motion. Evelyn bucked as jolts of electricity ran though her body. Feeling herself close to climax she pulled Shane to her and he entered her cave. He plunged in and out of her body with ever increasing ferocity, bringing Evelyn closer to her zenith. His body covered with sweat gleamed in the sunlight as he felt her contract around his member. Spurred on by her moaning and violent pelvic movements he pumped faster, and then felt small shocks as they came together. Lying in each other's arms, their breathing slowed and their bodies cooled. Thinking that the beach was empty they ran to the water's edge and dove in for a relaxing swim. If you are around tomorrow I may tell you what I saw later on in the day. Beach Ploy I was just minding my own business at the time. I'd gone to the beach and had just changed into my swimming costume in the back of my van when it started. I like to park a little away from the main car parks. It's a lot easier to keep an eye on my van that way. It's a pain when someone tries to bust into it looking for tools and electronics, so I like to take a few precautions. As I was saying, I'd just changed and was about to hop out when I heard a frightened squeak just outside the van. Glancing out the back window I could see this pretty young thing in a bikini, which she filled out very nicely. There was also this overgrown oaf there, and he seemed to be monstering her. Liking the look of her, and not liking the look of him, I decided to intervene. I popped open the back door of the van and stepped out. I didn't say anything, I just stood there, giving the oaf a nasty smile. Looking back at me he could see that I was quite large and looked fit. In addition, I was carrying a very large wrench in one hand, casually tapping it on the other. All in all, the oaf decided discretion was called for and departed. I tossed the wrench back into the van then swung the back doors open, clipping them into place. "You OK?" I asked the young woman. She was visibly trembling, but nodded. "You don't look it," I pointed out. "You look shit scared, if you want my opinion." She straightened up a little at this, seeming somewhat indignant that I'd noticed and, worse, commented. "I'm fine," she snapped. I should say, tried to snap, her voice sort of shook as she said it. "You're not," I pointed out. "You'd better sit down for a while." I jerked my thumb towards the van. "As you can see, I have a couch and a fridge. You can sit for a few moments and have a cold drink to help you relax. Don't worry, we won't be private. Both doors are latched open, so it will be like sitting in a waiting room or bus stop, in full view of everyone who passes." Considering the nervous state she was in my suggestion was actually quite reasonable. She was trembling so much that I thought she'd fall down if she tried to walk away, and I did have a large van. Quite big enough to walk in without having to worry about banging your head, and with both doors fastened open we were in plain sight. It was probably the size of the van that overcame her doubts and she stepped up and sat on one end of the couch, still shaking slightly. "I'm not usually such a wuss," she said, "but it was so unexpected, and what's more he smelled." I laughed and opened the fridge. "I'm driving later, so I'll restrict myself to a coke, but if you're not driving may I suggest you have a UDL. I have some Lemon Lime & Soda, but they also have a bit of vodka in them. I feel the alcohol will help you calm down." "Thank you," she said. "I'd appreciate it. I'm here with friends and I'm not the one driving. We just got separated for a while and the guy appeared from nowhere." "Happens at times. You need to be careful," I replied, passing her a can. "I'll see you back to your friends in a minute, just in case the creep is still hanging around. Do you want a glass?" She shook her head, opened the can and took a long drink. I hoped she'd had something to eat or that vodka would hit her like a bomb. "Observing the proprieties," I said, "I'm Neil. You are?" "Tegan," she replied. "You were right, I needed this," she added, holding up the can. I settled onto the couch next to her, but not too close. I didn't want her to think I was coming on to her. Then we fell to talking while the vodka slowly helped relax her, aided in the task by a second can that I happened to have available. Tegan wasn't tipsy by any means, but she was relaxed. I finally broached the subject of the near assault. "That creep didn't actually hurt you at all, did he?" I asked. "It's just that I noticed that your top seems to be slightly askew." Tegan flushed. "He tried to grab by breasts," she said. "He might be a creep, but he's got good taste. You've got lovely breasts," I said quietly. "But I think we should adjust this before you show more than you expect." I reached over and slipped a finger under the edge of her top, sliding the top into a better position. If my finger brushed her nipple, it was purely by accident, I assure you. "These are very lovely you know," I said softly, stoking the swell of her breast just outside the bikini. "Are you sure he didn't bruise them?" Tegan was looking at my hand where my finger was gently stroking her, and shook her head. "You turned up before he could really do anything," she replied. "I think I should look, just to make sure," I told her, and this time my finger slipped under the edge of the top and pushed the cup to the side, letting her breast spill out. I brushed the nipple lightly, seeing it crinkle under my touch. "That looks fine," I said, "real fine," and my hand wandered over to the other breast and repeated the treatment. Tegan was breathing a little harder now, and also starting to look a little nervous. I smiled and removed my hand. "I'm sorry," I apologised. "I seem to have totally disarranged your top. It might be easier if you just undid it and then retied it." She looked scandalised. "I can't take off my top in front of you," she hissed. "I don't even know you, and what's more the van doors are open." "And what's more, they're staying open," I told her. "And your breasts are already on display, and I must admit I like them very much, so it won't matter if you take your top off to adjust it properly." Tegan was blushing now, covering her breasts with one arm while looking at the open door. "What if someone passes by," she complained. "Then they probably won't even look in the van and if they do they won't see anything. It's darker here than outside. All they'll see is shadows." I laughed suddenly. Reaching over I traced the white triangles where her bikini had been. "Of course, they might see these and assume that someone is wearing a white bikini," I said. Tegan blushed then reached around behind her to untie the top. It was wonderful to see the way those breasts pushed themselves towards me, and I couldn't help but cup my hands and let them press against me. Interestingly, Tegan didn't try to stop me as I cupped her breasts, just dropping her hands to her lap, holding onto the top. I was saying something to her while I gently stroked her breasts and rubbed her nipples, and she seemed to like it, but I'm damned if I know what it was. The next clear memory of what I was saying to her was when I found myself plucking at the ties at the side of her bikini bottom. "Are these bows actual ties, or are they sewn in place?" I asked, curious. "They're ties," said Tegan, so naturally I pulled on one and it slid undone without any fuss or bother. I didn't think it would be right to just pull on one of the ties, so I pulled the other with the same effect, and while the front of the bikini bottom still covered Tegan's charms, if she stood up the bikini would fall. "I want to see you," I told her. "Will you stand up for a moment?" Tegan flung another look towards the open doors. The van was quite well lit in the summer sunshine, and she must have felt as though she was about to go nude in public. But she stood up, and the bikini bottom dropped away from her, and she was absolutely charming. I gently pulled her down onto my lap, one hand gently cupping a breast while I turned her head towards me so I could kiss her. We exchanged several long kisses, and Tegan was breathing hard, but she wasn't so distracted as to not feel the way my erection was pressing against her. Her hand drifted down to where it was pressing up against my bathing costume and she giggled as she loosened the ties and let the monster rear its head. Gently rubbing her hand over the head of it she spoke. "I really feel I should be doing something nice for you," she told me, "seeing as how you've been so nice to me." "You're easy to be nice to," I told her, "but if you feel that way..." I smoothly lifted her up and repositioned her so that the head of my released monster was now pressing firmly against her pussy lips. Not entering her, but letting her know that someone was knocking on the door. 'Oh my god," she said quietly. "I was thinking more in the terms of oral or hands." "If you prefer," I murmured, "but you have to admit it's excellently positioned if you want to just press down a little." "The doors are open," Tegan protested. "Anyone might come and catch us.' "All they would be able to see is you sitting on my lap," I observed. "It's not as though they're going to see you kneeling in front of me or anything like that." I could feel Tegan starting to press more heavily against my cock, and knew she'd have to quickly decide one way or the other, or our bodies would take the decision from her. She groaned, muttered "I can't believe I'm doing this," and relaxed, letting herself slide neatly onto my cock, which leapt upward, eager to fulfil its part of the bargain. For a couple of moments she sat, nicely transfixed by my cock, while both our bodies adjusted to the feel of the other. Then I pressed lightly up against her, and Tegan started bobbing up and down in my lap. My hands closed over her breasts, squeezing them in time to Tegan's energetic little bounces, enjoying the feel of their softness while also enjoying the feel of my hardness thrusting firmly into Tegan's internal softness. We bounced along together, not rushing, but just enjoying. At one moment we heard voices and Tegan froze, rubbing her pussy frantically against me in an agony of suspense as some people walked past the open doors of the van. They were chatting and didn't even glance towards the van as they continued on their way, leaving Tegan to giggle nervously and to then resume bouncing with enthusiasm. All good things must end, and eventually our little togetherness session finished, and finished quite splendidly I must say. Both of us were gasping and totally relaxed at the end of it. If Tegan had wanted seconds she would have been right out of luck, but from the cat who got the cream look on her face I strongly suspected that she was quite content with what she had already had. The best way to describe Tegan's attitude afterwards was that she was totally chuffed. She'd had a very nice sexual encounter with someone who was effectively a stranger, had had it in what must be consider a reasonably public place while totally naked, and got away with it. Definitely chuffed. Instead of escorting her to her friends, I went with her until she was in the change rooms. She'd decided to have a shower before joining her friends, and the change rooms were public enough that she didn't have to worry about any creeps. I left her there and wandered over to the lifeguard station to let them know about the creep. They recognised him from my description, and one of them headed off to find him and have a chat with him. I returned to my van for some rest before I headed down to the beach. One off stands can be exhilarating, but I wouldn't mind meeting Tegan again some time.