1 comments/ 35506 views/ 4 favorites The Girl On The Beach By: WisdomousOne I sat on the beach in my lounger soaking up the sun, drinking a margarita. I was the only one on the beach that day. I had my stereo blaring from my house only a hundred yards up the beach. It was great. It was then that I noticed a figure walking towards me, walking slowly near the crashing waves. It was a girl. As she approached I took in her beauty. She looked about 5'5 with long blonde hair and a skinny figure. She couldn't have weighed more then 110 lbs. Small boobs, maybe a small B cup. I couldn't see her butt yet, but by this point I knew she was hot. She was wearing a tan two piece bikini and a backpack was draped over one shoulder. My eyes suddenly grew wide. That was no bikini. In fact, there was no bikini! She was walking towards me totally nude. I was close to the water; she would have to walk right by me to get by. She was close now, I could see that she was young. Maybe 18 or 19. I could also see that she didn't have any hair ...down there. I was staring at her shaved little slit as she approached. I looked up to her eyes and had to say something before she just kept walking by. "Hi there, need a drink?" Ahh, the joy of being a cunning linguist. She looked at me through her dark sunglasses, I assume she was summing me up. She answered a second later. "Sure, whatcha drinkin?" Her voice was light and sexy as I reached into my cooler and pulled out a carafe filled with my homemade margarita recipe. I poured a glass for her as she, much to my delight, opened her backpack and laid out a towel to sit on. "Margaritas, do you like those?" I asked. "For sure, Thanks!" She said in her glorious nudity. I started to make small talk. "Live around here?" "Not anymore, I used to live a few miles down the beach from here. But I can't stand living with my parents anymore, so I decided to leave...and here I am." She lifted her glass to me and we toasted her newfound independence. I was staring at her naked thin body. Her pink hard little nipples were looking at me. Her cute bellybutton was pierced. She set the drink down and lay down on her back and continued talking to me. "I don't know where to go though. I mean, I just had to get out of there." She stated to me. Instantly I was thinking of getting her to stay with me for a while. She pulled out some sunscreen and started to spread it all over her body. Suddenly she stopped her hands and looked up at me. I thought she would freak out because I was staring at her assets. "I hope you don't mind that I am naked" "Not at all, you are a beautiful girl. (She smiled to me and my knees got weak) How old are you?" I said as she continued to rub her smooth young glistening skin with lotion. "I just turned 18 last week. How old are you?" She certainly was confident. "I am 33" Didn't seem to phase her. I decided to take it to the next level. "You could stay with me for a few days if you want, or until you get on your feet again. I live right over there." I pointed to my house overlooking the beach. She looked at me, trying to judge me. Then she smiled to me again. "You seem like a nice guy, thanks a lot, that really helps me out, I didn't know what I was going to do. By the way, I'm Lacey." She held out her hand. "My name is Andrew, very nice to meet you." We continued sipping our drinks and getting some sun. Lacey turned over onto her stomach allowing my eyes to finally see her butt. What a fantastic sight it was. Her buttcheeks were round and perky. Not a blemish was to be seen on her body. "Would you mind putting some sunscreen on my back and stuff." She asked with her eyes now closed. "Umm, (cough) not at all." I set down my drink and stood behind her. I took a chance and slipped off my shorts. Now I was as naked as she was. I was also kinda hard. I straddled her legs as I squirted some sunscreen onto her back. I started to rub my hands all over her shoulders and back, making sure I didn't miss any spots. I ran my fingers along her sides, making contact with the sides of her soft fleshy boobs. "My legs too, please" Lacey said to me. As I scooted down to get at her legs my shaved balls slid along the backside of her knee. I don't know if she noticed, I sure did. My cock was throbbing and hard as a rock now. I squirted some lotion on her legs and started to rub it in. Such great muscle tone. So smooth, I couldn't believe I was this lucky. As I got higher on her thighs her legs parted slightly. I started to rub along her inner thighs as my eyes found her naked pussy and cute little butthole right before my eyes. My fingers were getting close to her private area. I took a chance and squirted some more sunscreen on my hands and placed them on her perfect ass. Lacey let out a little moan as I squished her firm butt in my palms. I rubbed her butt for a long time, she definitely wasn't going to get burned down there. I got bold and started rubbing close to her crack. I was spreading her cheeks apart to get every crevice. Her pussylips looked wet as I rubbed mere centimeters away from her young flower. I didn't want to lose her so I stopped myself there, getting up and sitting back down with my cock jutting straight up into the air. About an hour later she awoke from her nap in the sun and we decided to go up the house to get her settled in. It was then she noticed that I didn't have my shorts on. "Ohhh, nice butt!!" She said to me giggling. Lacey spanked my butt as I led her up to my deck. I walked into the house and was putting away all the stuff when I looked out the window to see her staring out at the sunset giving me a great view of her sweet 18 year old butt. Her legs were slightly parted, the sun was shining between her legs giving me a perfect view of her hairless pussy. I dropped everything and walked out to her. I walked up behind her and placed my arms around her waist. "What a fantastic sunset" I whispered in her ear. She leaned back into my chest. I held her as the sun was going down. Something else was rising however. My cock began to rise as her buttcheeks pressed against my manhood. My cock had risen up and was now against her pussy. She motioned her hips back and forth slowly making me crazy with lust for this young girl. Lacey reached between her legs and gripped my cock, she squeezed it a couple times and commented on how big it was. It's only 8 inches and kind of thick too. She lifted up her hips and poked my tip into her wet young vagina. I pushed into her and suddenly my cock was sliding up her hot young twat. She leaned back into my chest once again as I pushed myself all the way into her, filling her tight wet pussy with my thick throbbing cock. With my cock fully buried in her pussy I lifted her off the ground and walked inside the house to my bedroom. As I walked her ass bounced on my cock, she reached down and held my balls in her hand. "You feel so big inside of me, I've never had a cock this big before." She moaned. "Mmmm your pussy is so tight baby, So wet." I set her down on my bed and started to slide my cock in and out of her young opening. She got on all fours and began to beg me to fuck her harder. Her ass was in the air, doggie-style, as I began to pound into her. In and out, faster and faster. My balls started slapping against her clit as I fucked my new girl hard from behind. I held her hips as my tempo increased. I slapped her buttcheek and watched as my hard cock slid deep inside Lacey's pussy. "Oh Yes!!" She screamed, "Spank my ass, Andrew, that's it baby!" "Oh my, you are so hot Lacey," Moaning her name as I fucked her young pussy hard and strong. My hands went up to her shoulders, gripping them, making her meet my every stroke. "Ahhhh, I'm CUMMING Andrew...I'm cummmming..." I ran my fingers through her blonde hair, I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back as I thrusted deeply inside her young shaved slit. I was going to cum. I started slamming my hard thick 8 inches as hard as I could into her bouncing butt. I could see her butthole and thought to myself ."I can't wait to get into that". With that thought I knew I would cum. I pulled out and kneeled next to her face. She opened her mouth as my hand held her hair, guiding her face right to my cock. I started to cum. The first thick white, hot rope of cum splashed across her cheeks and nose. I stuffed my cumming dick into her mouth and started to cum in her mouth and down Lacey's young throat. I could feel her throat swallowing my cum. Her hands were on my ass, pulling me into her face and mouth. I was cumming straight down her precious throat. She almost gagged as I filled her mouth with my shooting semen. My last shot of cum had been swallowed when I pulled my dick out of her ravaged mouth. She smiled to me as I stood above her naked. She kissed the tip of my softening dick. I laid down next to her and held her close to me. We chatted about how fabulous that experience was. She asked how long she could stay... "You can stay as long as you want baby, there is only one rule. No clothes are allowed on when we are in this house." I chuckled. "Mmmm, you are so hot. You made me cum like three times." As she said that she seemed to doze off in my arms. I was happy and satisfied. I had a new girl to play with and she was very hot! Do you want to hear about the next day? The Girl on the Beach The girl on the beach was walking away from me when I first noticed her. Hard not to be drawn to firm young tanned hips shifting asymmetrically as each foot found uneven purchase in the sand. Her ass looked like two kittens wrestling in a sack. Though there was no sack - just a faint hint of neon green thong back strap peeking out of the deep crevice between those teacup taut globes. She was topless of course, like almost every woman on the beach from six months to sixty plus years old -- no matching top strap marred the rich copper tan of her skin as I finally rolled my eyes up to appreciate the rest of her beauty. Her thick black hair flowed in thick waves, falling just between her shoulder blades. "Not just another bleached blonde," I heard myself mutter, realizing at once that I was already wondering if the pubic hair matched. Though she had the look, even from behind, of a woman who shaved her pubes. "Not that it matters, because she's walking away, you'll never see her again," my more sensible side insisted. Regardless, I was glad that I was wearing baggy swim shorts as I reclined in my lounge chair. I could feel my organ throbbing, blood surging to my groin as I became turgid. I sipped my drink, wishing that I was twenty years younger, and that I had six pack abs -- then maybe I could take a shot at someone like that without looking ridiculous. Though I suppose I looked ridiculous enough, my round hairy belly thrusting up where my silly brightly coloured print shirt hung open, my impossibly skinny legs and knobby knees jutting out of the shorts, flip flops on my feet. My wrap around sun glasses and straw fedora completed my middle aged geeky tourist on the beach disguise. Except, that was the real me. Having never married, childless, I had a good income, having switched from accounting to computers to consulting as each trend crested. I had recently sold everything, and this resort destination was the first stop of my intended year long around the world journey of exploration. My family and friends had joked that I was going abroad to "find myself". The busybodies all counselled looking close to home. To them I had replied "I no longer have a home." That had provoked reactions ranging from nervous laughter to jokes about "becoming truly zen" to suggestions that I seek psychiatric help. I smiled, winked, put my few worldly treasures in storage in my brother's basement, and caught the next plane to paradise. I had not booked an itinerary. I had the means to stay as long as I wanted at any spot, or to move on as often as I wished, so would pick my next destination when I got bored. "Well, she sure didn't look boring," I said to myself. I had noticed that after decades of living alone I had a habit of muttering my thoughts aloud. "Not that it matters, she's already gone." I must have dozed off after the girl passed, because the next thing I remember was opening my eyes to see her walking back from the other direction, a sarong now tied low on one hip, sipping a fruity umbrella drink. Each alternate step flashed her tanned and toned right thigh out the flap of the covering, and then it slid tantalizingly into hiding. My cock, which had turned flaccid while I dozed, throbbed and twitched its appreciation of her muscular beauty. I resisted the urge to pat it and say "Down, boy." She was maybe one hundred feet to my left when she suddenly smiled. Her lips pulled wide, her jaw relaxed; her perfect white teeth caught the sun. Though she was still too far away to know for sure, I was sure that her eyes were dancing brightly with genuine excitement. As I turned my gaze to see who was provoking this joy, I realized that I had not even checked out her tits. Toplessness was so prevalent that my natural voyeurism was adapting already. I made a mental note to correct my omission as soon as I saw what had attracted her attention, even as I felt the sinking sensation that no doubt she had spotted her husband, boyfriend, or some random guy more age and fitness appropriate than me. My heart revived, pumping faster, when I saw that her smile seemed to be directed at a small knot of young adults who looked to be about her age -- twentyish, was my guess. In particular, one tiny blonde with fair skin and perky A cup tits crowned by giant pink nipples was waving at the girl I had noticed. Others in the group held a volleyball, a net, and support posts. 'My Girl', as I thought of her, quickly ran across the hot sand to where the others were setting up the game. This gave me the perfect opportunity to note that her breasts were just a size bigger than her blonde chum's, enough flesh to bounce lightly as she moved, but to remain upright even when braless. Her nipples, like her hair, were darker than her friend's - a rusty brown -- and poked aggressively out from oversized areolae which seemed to cover half of each breast. She passed right in front of me, untying her wrap as she moved, allowing me a close up appreciation of how her firm tanned thighs moved. Her sarong fluttered to the sand as she wasted no time joining the game, pausing only long enough to give her gal pal a quick hug, nipples brushing quickly. I was not near enough to tell for sure, but got the impression that both pairs of nubbins perked up even more after touching. The game moved quickly -- one guy and two girls on each side of the net. The other two women were about as cute as the blonde, but less memorable - both with mousy brown hair, full bikini bottoms, slightly pear shaped with wider hips than shoulders. One wore a top, long hair pinned up. Her skin was so pale she had to be new to the resort. Perhaps she was afraid of burning her enormous breasts. Her pal was built more boyishly, flat chest sporting pale red nipples, hair cut short, shaved asymmetrically on one side. All the players were obviously athletic, and the rallies could have lasted until evening but for the interjection of dramatic spikes and leaping blocks at the net. I got a brief flash of the bosomy brunette's boob as it flopped free when she lunged to make a save. After that happen a few times, she got tired of shaking sand out of her top, and with a giggling comment removed the fabric and tossed it aside. I heard one of the young men laughingly offer to lotion up her freshly exposed flesh. As nubile as the brunette was, she did not have nearly as much impact on the increasing turgidity of my cock as when my raven haired girl spilled onto the sand, unsuccessfully diving for the ball. She bounced right back up and took a moment to brush sand off herself while one of the boyish men chased after the ball. She shook out her hair, stroked her thighs, and flicked debris from the valley of her tits so quickly that if I had blinked I would have missed it. Fortunately, she had my full attention; my eyes wide open behind my shades. I sipped my drink and glanced away as she settled into position for the next point, forcing myself to watch as some fat older woman collapsed an overtaxed lounge chair. Even that diversion did nothing to reduce the almost total hardness of my cock. It begged me to caress myself, the devil in my brain whispering that anybody watching could see my excitement anyway. "Yes, but why draw attention to it?" I reasoned with myself. "No one is going to notice me when there's so much beautiful flesh on display. I smiled, pleased with my reasoning and sipped more of my drink. My cock still begged for my touch, pleading to be released, daring me to stroke it right there on the beach. Even looking at the fat old women no longer was abating its urgent throbbing. I drank more; half dozed, knowing that I could relieve this pressure later, by reliving the moments unfolding before me. The game continued. All six players were obviously competitive athletes, each point was hard fought, and the giggling fun soon gave way to intense concentration. The boyish looking brunette was the best player, nailing every serve. Though not tall enough to block effectively, she made many saves and set up her taller team mate's spikes. Her casual grace as she moved reminded me of how much I had enjoyed being the score keeper for girls' volleyball in middle school. Her underdeveloped body was probably much like those of my classmates, except the youngsters who had caused my adolescent involuntary erections had been clad in baggy gym suits, and she left nothing to the imagination. And here I was, thirty years later, still just as horny and confused. Sand clung to the brunette's skin even more often than to my raven haired beauty, but I noticed that the more serious competitor simply ignored it most of the time, even when she bounced up from the ground with grains clinging to her erect long nipples. She only touched herself when her boy short style bottoms were shoved down so low that almost her entire ass crack was visible. First, she pulled the fabric up, snapping back into place where the almost imperceptible curve of her ass met her spine. One rally later though, she asked for time out. The sound of her saying "Sand in the crotch," together with her friends giggling, travelled along the beach to my ears. So next she tugged the top front of the shorts away from her washboard abs and bounced. Apparently, this did not work well enough, because with another burst of laughter, she yanked each leg hole away from well muscled inner thighs. Her fingers extended up under the fabric, twirling quickly. In my fevered imagination, I wished that it was her clit she was diddling, not just stray grains of sand. I did notice that her nipples seemed even longer at that point, and were encrusted with bits of the beach. Almost as if I had willed it, she reached up and brushed her chest where her tits should have been, her palms casually making the nubbins bobble, the dirt falling to the ground. Just as quickly as she started, she was once again bouncing on the balls of her feet, ready for the next serve. I was afraid that my cock would pop right out of my shorts. At the same time, I felt guilty about diverting my attention away from my original girl. Tearing my eyes off the brunette, I refocused on the dark haired beauty. She was giggling like her friends, arms hanging loose by her hips, feet spread in a relaxed position, ready for anything. "Not quite anything. She's not ready to fuck a fat old nerd," my common sense silently reminded me. "Shut up," I mumbled allowed. "I'm not really fat; I just have a bit of a belly." After all, my legs were still as spindly as they were in high school, and my ass still had dimples. How pathetic is that -- a middle aged guy checking out his own butt in mirrors, because no one else did. Not that it mattered much with my baggy swim shorts. The self deprecation might have caused my hardness to soften, except fortunately the volleyball game resumed, and almost immediately "my" girl took her turn to spill in the sand and bounce back up, bits of the beach coating her tanned flesh, and reflecting sun off her dense mane of hair. She leaned forward, giving me, and hundreds of other onlookers, a perfect view of those firm tits dangling earthward, sand covered nipples begging to be rubbed clean. I closed my eyes briefly, long enough to day dream that it was not a crowded beach, but instead a secluded oasis, and that she was inviting me and only me to wipe her clean. When I opened my eyes, the girl was rubbing her hands up and down her body, without any show of hesitation or shyness, knocking the sand off. She hooked a thumb in either side of the narrow waistband of her thong and pulled it away from her hips, bouncing on the balls of her feet to shake grains out from inside the cloth. As she moved, her hands slid around to the front and back of her body, tugging the fabric well away from any crevices. I was pretty sure that a fingertip quickly stroked her labia open just enough so that no debris could hide in those folds. "Hurry up!" I heard the young man holding the volleyball yell, "you're just going to get messy again soon anyhow." The girl stuck her tongue out at him and seemed perhaps to slow her movements, to taunt him back. She ran her hand under the thong again, nodded in satisfaction. Then both hands roamed her belly, pausing to flick bits from her navel. I'm sure it was just my imagination, but the entire beach seemed to freeze frame for a moment, as if everyone paused in anticipation of where her hands would travel to next. My heart and my shaft throbbed to a common tempo, but I could not breathe. I was afraid that if I exhaled, I would blow a wad so intense that it would burst through my shorts and spurt out onto the sand. The girl moved her arms slowly, as if drawing out the moment - there was no hesitation, not a hint of shyness. Her palms moved slowly up her ribs, finally cupping the underside of each boob, giving them a shake to loosen the deposits clinging to her skin. This did not remove the crusty grains of sand pasted by her perspiration to her nipples. Those she had to brush off more deliberately; long tanned fingers fluttering over nubby flesh. The last few bits she picked off individually with her fingernails. This required that she tug each nipple slightly. If they weren't erect already, this gave them an enticing stiffness. "Come on, let's play," one of the young men yelled, breaking the spell. "If you're all done playing with yourself," the girl's blonde pal joked, but there was a hint of uptight sarcasm in her tone. The girl stared long and hard at her friend, boobs resting in her palms an extra few seconds, as if to say "you aren't the boss of me." She dramatically ran her tongue over her slack lower lip, giving each mound one more twist in opposite directions, perhaps in case there was any sand deep within the valley. Then she ran one hand back down her belly, just grazing the edge of her thong. That probably distracted most onlookers from noticing that her other fingers were giving her right nipple one last long tug. My cock definitely was paying attention, rising to salute, barely constrained within my shorts. I felt the ooze of precum seeping out. I was sure it was just my imagination which made it appear that as the girl nodded once and set herself in position, she was panting slightly, arching her bum out and up higher, and that her nipples remained excited. Finally exhaling, I sipped more of my drink as the game resumed. The girl was playing with more vigour, chasing each serve and volley enthusiastically, perhaps trying to show up the blonde, or maybe just from a natural competitive urge. Her body glistened with beads of perspiration, each reflecting a tiny ray of sun, until she looked golden. "Whoa, boy, better cut back on the cocktails, waxing poetic in the midday sun," some practical voice cautioned in my head. "Fuck off," the rest of my instincts muttered back. This was time for common sense. Every five points, the teams switched sides, offering me ever shifting angles to appreciate the girl's bounty. My cock throbbed along nicely, like a V8 on cruise control. My attention had narrowed, so that the other players were like extras in my own private movie of the girl on the beach. She giggled and my helmet twitched. She stretched to set for a spiker, my balls tightened against my groin. She sprawled again onto the sand, flying straight towards me, perfect valley of cleavage fully displayed, and I had to shift in my chair, my hand finally creeping to my lap to adjust my discomfort as surreptitiously as possible on a crowded beach. After the face plant, the girl stood, facing directly towards me, feet spread wide, and quickly repeated her grooming routine, save for the theatrics, since now no one taunted her. She looked serious as her eyes aimed towards the ground while she tugged on her thong, lifting her right foot as she adjusted the fit of the back strap, her impossibly white teeth chewing on her pendulous lower. Then she looked up and smiled. Though the beach was already sunny, this grin reflected and amplified the rays as if she was thinking "Old Man Sun, your power is a trifle compared to mine." There was no sign that she had noticed me. I was just one of hundreds of people on the beach who might be idly distracted by the volleyball game, a dozen or so of us in my row of lounge chairs alone. I sipped my drink slowly, stifling any urge to inappropriately return the smile. I was still uncertain about the topless beach etiquette -- whether leering could be cause for some beefy beach patrol sort to politely escort me back to the more staid and sedate bar inside the main building. The girl would certainly have no trouble getting any guy to help her. Any male with a pulse would react to that smile. My cock had, thrusting to length and girth previously unknown. I could feel the warm beach air bathing the slit of the head where it had extended so far that the elastic waistband of my shorts was stretched enough to create a gap. My cock was still hidden from onlookers, but if I stood, my shorts might fall below my balls, allowing my hardness to seek freedom. Again I wished that I knew the limits of the beach. "She'd just gasp and laugh at your cock sticking out above your wrinkly balls and spindly legs," a voice which sounded suspiciously like my mother's echoed in my mind. "It would be worth it, just to see the reaction," I muttered back, but did not have the nerve to test for real by standing at that moment. He who hesitates is lost, and that moment passed. The girl spun with balletic grace and sprinted back to rejoin her game. I ordered another drink and tried to relax, but could not help focussing on her mixture of grace and athleticism - not to mention those great tits jiggling ever so slightly with each movement. She was carefree and casual about her semi nude condition, totally wrapped up in her competition. My cock did recede just a tad, settling into a turgid, but not urgent, condition. The throbbing with each heartbeat was just a comfortable reminder that I was still alive enough that the sight of beautiful young women at play had me horny. I imagined that was no different than most of the males on the beach. "Yeah, but most of them aren't here alone, so they have the disappointment of knowing that the most that they can do about it is go back to the room and beg their fat old lady for a blowjob, or ride the same tired flesh in the missionary position for the umpteenth time. You, on the other hand, are a free agent. Able to dive right in the deep end." I liked that interior voice a lot better, and it sounded nothing like my mother. I could not help but grin. The warmth spreading from my groin joined with the sun's rays to make me glad that I had decided to start my new life with time on this beach. "Well, if it's a new life, then act differently. Take the same intensity that made you rich and apply it to seducing women." That voice sounded a lot like a motivational speaker, which spread my smile even wider. I had already considered taking up the lecture circuit after I saw the world. Right at that moment, I realized that the one success that I lacked to have the total confidence required was my sexual ability. And that just as I had made my money by knowing which risks to take, and then committing entirely to making them a success, my love life required the same dedication. Timing had been a crucial element of my acumen, and once again, that day on the beach, fate played a hand. Just as I began figuring angles to introduce myself to the girl, one of her loutish friends smashed a hard spike so errant that it bounced off the blonde's noggin, and spun crazily in my direction. Perhaps if I had consumed one fewer drink, I might have had time to try and put my drink down, leap up, catch the ball and toss it back smoothly. The Girl on the Beach Fortunately, my alcohol inhibited reflexes resulted in the ball knocking the drink out of my hand, spilling it all over my shirt, and sending me sprawling backwards onto the sand, my chair collapsing in a heap. I sprang to my feet immediately, the remains of the liquid still telling in my cup, fruit juice and rum dripping onto the beach. "Hey, Man, toss us our ball," yelled one of the loutish man boys, as if it was my fault that the ball was tangled with my shattered seat. "Shut up, Dirk," the girl admonished, sprinting towards me. "I'm sorry for his manners," she smiled at me, her perky tits bobbling a foot in front of me as her torso came to rest seconds before those fine orbs. "Are you okay?" She stepped around me towards the ball even as she spoke, exposing her concern as lacking true depth. My cock didn't care; it was too busy reacting to the close up view of her side boob. As she bent towards the ground, her nipple pointed straight down, but she was so firm that her tit held its shape, close to her ribs. My shaft at this stage was also straight up. I could feel my tip trying to poke out the top of my sagging shorts. The devil voice in what was left of my mind wanted me to reach over and fondle her perfect buttock as it presented itself to me. "Like a little bitch in heat," the voice said. Hopefully, I did not mumble that out loud. I could not blame the sun, the booze or the surge of blood from brain to cock for my inability to respond to her concern, however shallow her sentiment. I had suffered thusly all my life. Though I suppose that the condition of blood engorged organ and tied tongue were often simultaneous, given my almost perpetual erectness around attractive women. Which was why wearing most of my drink was a good thing. When the girl stood upright, ball held in front of her chest, her grin faded with one look at me. I feared she was about to center me out for staring. Instead, she looked me in the eye, or would have if I wasn't wearing shades. "Oh, I'm sorry, you're soaked. Can I buy you another drink?" "Su...su...sure..." I stammered. "But how are you going to pay, you don't have your wallet." "I'll just charge my room, silly," she raised her wrist so that I could see her wristband, the resort's convenient way to reduce the need for cash. "Won't your husband object to you buying booze for strange old men?" She laughed in that way that said "This is how God meant for beautiful women to light up the Earth." "I'm only twenty, I still need to have tons of fun before I settle down and get married, silly." "Boyfriend, then." "Nope, and, before you ask, not my father either. God forbid that I come to a nude beach with my parents," she giggled. "I'm here with those other girls. The guys we just met last night. Dirk hooked up with Cathie -- that's the blonde. I think that his buddy Colin ended up sharing the other bed in our room with Eve and Samantha - they are pretty dykey for each other, but were drunk enough to tolerate a little cock, maybe even enjoy it. Which left me the odd one out. I ended up wandering the beach most of the night. It was beautiful." "More beautiful with you on it." Thinking that I was always the odd one out, wishing that I had wandered that beach at the same time. Her laugh in response was fresher, lighter, and I thought a bit of blush coloured her tan cheek bones. But then she frowned. "You're soaked," she repeated. "Once the sun dries your clothes, the sugar will make them stiff, sticky and uncomfortable. Have you got a change of clothes nearby? Maybe I can get them for you? I'm tired of playing anyway." Her eyes travelled up and down my body as she inspected the damage, and the way her gaze remained lowered rather than looking up at my face confirmed that she had noticed my erection, and was not going to make a scene about it. This made me throb harder. She smiled wider. Perhaps her tongue poked out quickly to wet her lower lip, I was not sure. "But I can't change out here on the beach." "True. Where is your room?" "I have one of the beachfront suites." "Wow. Those must be way expensive. We're in the high-rise on the other side of the road. Even sharing four ways I could barely afford it." I think I frowned a bit, just a downturned corner of my mouth, wondering whether she thought I was rich, and if so, would she want me for my money, or be frightened about being used. Then I realized that I was being silly. There was no possibility that this young beauty could be interested in a dork old enough to be her father. Once again, I felt my hardness soften, my balls relaxed and I breathed normally. "So, I guess I should just go to my suite and change into fresh clothes there," I sighed. "I guess I don't need your help with that. I've probably had enough sun anyway. Maybe you could just flag down one of the hotel staff to deal with the chair." "But I owe you a drink." She seemed to pout and smile all at the same time, if such is possible. Again, she lifted her tanned arm, shaking the bracelet. I could not help but notice how this raised her boob, and jiggled her nipple, which appeared to be more erect than earlier. "I could just change and meet you at the bar." "None of the quiet bars allow topless," she replied, as she reached to her tits and touched them, just in case I hadn't noticed that they were bare. My cock surged back to full turgidity, again trying to burst out of my shorts with each beat of my heart. I guess that problem had not occurred to her when she promised me a drink, or maybe she had just planned to grab me something from a wandering waiter, the same ones who had kept me hydrated all day. I noted that she never suggested wearing her sarong tied above her breasts as a cover up, but did not raise that option. "I could follow you to your room and wait while you change. Then we could order drinks there?" "What about my mess here?" As if I really should care, when a hot young babe wanted to follow me to my suite. Throwing up obstacles in front of women might explain why I was still single. Or perhaps it was my obsessive attention to detail, which had made me rich but unbearable. The girl swivelled her head a half turn, in the direction of her friends. I had forgotten that they were still there, a few yards away, waiting for the ball and the girl to resume the game. The moment when her eyes left me, my heart and my cock both shrank, as if the sun had gone into an eclipse. She neatly served the ball towards the net in a gentle arc. One of the guys caught it, while the others looked expectantly in our direction. The girl's feet were still firmly dug into the sand. "Cathie," she called, "can you wait for a staffer to come by, and get them to clean up this mess. This poor guy didn't do anything to cause it; he really needs to get changed. The dried sugar is all sticky." To illustrate the point, she reached over and ran her open hand down my chest, progress impeded by the matted gluey nest of chest hair. I luxuriated in the warmth as her palm rested tight where my belly began its outward curve beneath my breast bone. Blood was pumping back into my shaft, but I could not breathe. She finally lifted her hand off my skin, and turned it to examine her sticky fingers. "Ewwww, don't lick it," one of the other girls yelled, and I heard all three of them dissolving in giggles. My girl just smiled even wider. If I was breathing then, it would have taken my breath away. Her face shone so brightly I could not even tear my eyes away to look at her tits. I just imagined her nipples hardening like my cock. If I was any stiffer I surely would burst. For a moment, we were the only two alone in paradise. I wondered whether she might bring a fingertip to her lip, just to perv out her friends, or even suck it right into her mouth, in that mock fellatio way that some girls do. I was just trying to figure whether that would be taunting them or me when instead she dipped her shoulders in a tiny shrug and wiped the hand across her chest. She did not massage my sugary sweat into her breasts like in a porn magazine, just used her skin as a towel, but my eyes naturally followed her movement. Her baby finger did not flick her nipples, it never came closer than about four or five inches, but it pointed downwards at any angle that made it like a pointer, directing my vision. She had to know what she was doing, and she must have known that her nubs were diamond hard, her areolae puffy, growing away from her flesh more with each breath. "I....I'm sorry," I stammered, hopefully softly enough that her friends did not hear. "I seem to be staring." As I spoke, her hand trailed down her belly, along her hip, and she rubbed her left buttock, seemingly to wipe the last stickiness off her fingers. Then she giggled. "I should lick this like an ice cream cone," she said, holding her hand between us, as if I had not even spoken. "That would shock them." She shrugged, and then spoke again. "Of course you're staring. I'm freakin' gorgeous, my tits are naked, plus my nipples are so hard that they hurt. I'd be insulted if a guy standing a foot in front of me didn't stare. Now, what about that drink?" This had to be a dream. I must have fallen asleep in my beach chair after one too many fruity beverages. Just to be sure, I pinched myself. If that old trope holds true, I was definitely awake. "You really don't have to..." I still seemed determined to open my mouth just to shoot my chances in the other foot. "... I'm capable of changing myself. Been doing it since I ripped off my last diaper." She laughed. It began as a giggle, like a single bubble of air escaping from deep down in her belly below the diaphragm, then becoming three notes of giggle, and finally, busting into genuine laughter, not quite 'hold the gut, split your sides', but more than enough to tense up her abs and shake those perfect tits. "Just like Clark Kent tearing off his clothes to become Superman?" she said as her breathing returned to normal. This made it my turn to laugh, but a more throat and upper chest guffaw, suggesting, I imagined, that I knew comparing me to a superhero was ridiculous. "Well, I can see that you are a Man of Steel," she said gently, her eyes cast downward, staring at my crotch, where, I knew, my erection must be obvious. She laughed, I hoped because of my blushing. "At least you're no Mighty Mouse," she laughed again, her eyes still focussed below my waist, her hand casually gesturing towards me. My cock throbbed its thanks for the compliment. "Oh, we better go, you're drying..." she looked up. The beachfront suites were only at one end of the beach, so she knew which way to head. My feet remained rooted ankle deep in sand, as I watched her naked butt turn towards me, the cheeks flexing deliciously with her first steps. She stopped, swivelling her head, her raven hair flowing wildly. Her eyes met mine, or would have if I was not still hiding behind my sunglasses. "Come on," she commanded gently, turning her upper body, her right breast compressing as she moved her arm across her body. She took my hand in hers and tugged me into motion. Once I was walking, she released her grip. My arm fell, the hairs on the back of my hand just barely brushing against her hip, just where it curved to form her ass. It took all of my willpower not to reach and grab a handful of that ripe flesh. Instead I let her get too long strides in front of me, and followed, enjoying the rhythm of her rear shifting up and down with each long stride. I had to hustle to keep up. My cock stayed hard, excited both by the visual stimulation and enthusiastic hope that the visit to the suite might involve more than a drink. "Don't be stupid," a voice said, hopefully in my head. I did not want to be muttering then. "She's out of your league. Dream all you want. Sure maybe she'll flirt, but then she'll rejoin her friends, and they'll all have a good giggle about her vamping the desperate old guy." I gave my head a shake, but the girl was too busy bouncing across the beach to notice. Still, I could not shake hopeful thoughts, and my straining prick agreed entirely. The girl really had no good reason to go to my suite for a drink, unless... That 'unless' kept the silly grin on my face. In a few minutes, we reached the first pathways up from the beach to the patios outside the suites. The girl stopped, swivelled only her upper body, innocently reinforcing my hardness by just a tiny peep on nipple flashing in the gap between her arm and side. 'Incidentally reinforcing', that is - I was starting to suspect that there was nothing innocent about the girl. "Which room is yours?" she asked, smiling at me. It took me a moment for my brain to catch up and process that this was actually happening. First my knees threatened to turn to jelly, and then my stomach did a somersault. Finally, my heart leapt into my throat, so I could not speak until it settled in my chest. Even then, all that came out was a foggy croak, so I raised my arm and pointed to the door of my suite, the third one along the row. The building had a staggered design, so that each suite had some privacy from the sides, but the girl was able to tell which I meant. "Number 3? That's my lucky number!" she exclaimed, turning back towards me as she bounced up and down like a kid on the last day of school. My eyes naturally followed how this jiggled her tits, the hard nipples rising and falling just a beat behind her body. She was so toned that nothing else jiggled even a little. Her grin never faded, even as her eyes flashed from my face to my groin. My cock was trying to bounce right out of my shorts, and almost succeeding. She just smiled wider. "My lucky number too," I meant to think, but must have said out loud. "Oh, let's be lucky together." I briefly wondered whether she meant 'get lucky', but as she took my hand again, I figured that I would soon find out. She gave my arm a good yank to get me moving towards my suite, climbing up the beach a bit ahead of and beside me. This gave me a fresh angle from which to appreciate the perfection on her ass, and the smooth motion of her hip with each long stride. I had to walk fast, and I realized that she was moving quicker with each step, as if anxious to get to my room. The beach side of the suite included a narrow concrete pad under an awning -- just large enough to sit in the shade over breakfast, or perhaps nap on a lounge chair. The girl could simply have plopped onto some of that furniture, and left me to go inside to change and mix drinks. Instead, when she released my hand, her fingers walked up my wrist, where my key card dangled from its lanyard and slid it free. She waved it across the sensor. "Open sesame," she commanded, and then giggled, playfully pouting before sliding the door open herself. She strode into my room like she belonged there, stopped in the middle of the room, and stretched, raising herself onto her toes, spreading her arms wide, tilting her pelvis forward, tossing her hair wildly, and then relaxing. Once again, I paused, or froze, stunned by the view of her almost nude rear in motion and then at rest. She turned her head to the left, where the resort staff had set up an array of booze perched on top of a fridge full of juices and soda. The suites came well stocked. Then she swivelled a bit more, looking over her shoulder at me. "You go shower, I'll mix us some drinks," she commanded. I had been sort of hoping that she might join me and scrub my back, but was still too shy to suggest it. Instead, I started to walk around her towards the bathroom. As I passed her, she reached over and snagged the waistband of my shorts with her fingers. "You aren't going to shower with clothes on, are you?" she asked, as my shorts, already stretched to the limit by my turgidity, sprang loose, forced further down my thighs by the force of my cock popping free, and extending into the air. She lifted her hand from my side, covering her mouth as she giggled, and then roared with laughter. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to do that." I could feel my frown form. She was looking at my expression, not my erection. I felt my stiffness begin to ease ever so slightly in disappointment, mixed with confusion -- how could she not have realized that grabbing my waistband might pull my shorts down. "I mean, I respect your privacy, after all, you were so covered up on the beach, I figured you as a shy guy." As she spoke, she dropped her hands from her face. My eyes followed, noting that her nipples, which had seemed perpetually erect, had now swollen further out from the swell of tit. Her eyes also travelled down my body, stopping when they took in my swollen member. Without another word, the girl reached across the gap between us and took my cock in her hand. She wrapped her fingers around my girth and ran her fist up the shaft. I enjoyed the feel of another palm on the silky layer of outer skin - it had been a long time since another person had stroked me. Despite this, my hips jerked backwards and I staggered a few inches further away from the girl as her fingers toyed with my cockhead, one nail flicking across my slit, which was already slick with precum. "Did I cause that, or is this just how all the girls on the beach make you feel?" She pumped my shaft again, the tip of her tongue wetting her bottom lip. We were standing close enough that I could feel her hot wet breath on my chest. Still, I was unable to respond. "Oh, well, I guess it doesn't really matter", she laughed, as if her question was rhetorical. My heart dropped, I might have sighed, assuming that it didn't matter because she would just giggle and send me off to the shower, with a single pat on my ass if I was lucky, and harsh laughter at my horniness. "Either way, it would be a shame to waste it," the girl continued, to my pleasant amazement, gripping my root tightly and pumping me harder. Her other hand reached up and cupped behind my neck. She rose up on her toes and drew my head to hers. I was still speechless, but my mouth must have been hanging open, because suddenly, her tongue slid straight between my parted lips, past my teeth, and deep into my mouth. She continued rubbing my cock with her palm as our bodies pressed closer. I could feel her nipples trying to drill through my chest. Without conscious thought, both of my hands moved around her hips and cupped her ripe ass. She groaned as I kneaded her flesh. "Are you sure..." I foolishly asked as we broke for air. "...the rules...not supposed to get excited." "Fuck the rules. It's a huge compliment to know that I turn you on so much. And I do mean 'huge'." I was speechless. No girl or woman had ever called my cock huge before. My mouth just hung open, the heat of our bodies drawing our flesh closer. "Shut up and kiss me," the girl laughed, teasing me about my open mouthed awe. I complied, pressing my open lips to hers. Her tongue stabbed past my teeth again, this time lingering longer, twisting around, and playing with my tongue. This kiss lasted a minute or two longer than the first one. As I closed me eyes, I noticed that she kept hers open, as if searching for an answer to our strange attraction. Without breaking off the kiss, I grasped the girl's shoulders, drawing her body even closer, her tits mashed flat against my chest, my hard on pressing into her belly. I walked her back to the edge of the bed until the backs of her knees bumped the mattress. She held my head tight to hers, refusing to stop kissing as she bent at the knees and sank to the bed. I awkwardly bent at the waist, our bodies now separated, my cock dangling in the air between us. The Girl on the Beach I sank to my knees and kissed down her neck. I moved across her shoulder, my lips and tongue leaving wet trails along her bicep, and then I turned my head and gave her right nipple a tender kiss, allowing the tip to stay between my lips just two extra heartbeats, as my teeth softly nibbled. I felt the shiver run through her body as my hands caressed her flesh. Her thighs were wide open, I was crouched between them. My fingers slid up her left leg, slowing to rub her inner thigh as my mouth moved across to suckle her left tit. I discovered that I was right -- she was completely bare of hair, smooth as a baby. Her hips humped up off the bed, she grunted out her pleasure, as I felt her wetness, my fingers brushing her thong aside. "Fuck me, fuck me with your fingers, fuck me with your fist," the girl groaned as I noticed that she had no tan lines. I parted her labia as I licked down her belly, pausing to rim and taste her navel as my fingers grazed her clit, which I could feel extending out from her cunt like a miniature cock. My cock was far from tiny. It felt larger, fatter and harder than I could ever remember. I had never been so hard. My fingers continued thrusting into her slit as I licked down towards her pussy. I could smell her excitement as she writhed on my bed. My tongue located her swollen clit. Her juices were coating my chin and cheeks. She tasted like sunshine. She screamed in ecstasy the moment the tip of my tongue made contact. I rolled the nub around like a pearl before drawing it between my lips and suckling her. My hand was buried almost wrist deep as I felt her hips lift further up from the bed with each thrust. She climaxed the second that I scraped my teeth around the base of her clit. I kept right on nibbling, and then switched to licking up and down her slit, lapping at her juices like a puppy until her tremors slowly subsided. Looking up, I noticed that she had been playing with her own tits while I had eaten and fisted her. Her nipples were still between her fingers, pulled well away from her tits. When she noticed that I had stopped, she released her grasp on her nubs and grinned at me, then giggled. "Now fuck me," she panted, still out of breath. As she spoke, her fingers curled in my hair and dragged my face up to hers. We kissed deeply -- like one of those slow motion movie moments that seem to last for eternity. She released my hair from one fist, and those fingers worked quickly, pulling my shirt off my shoulders and caressing my back. I could feel the heat of her belly against mine, my organ trapped between our flesh. I had hoped for a blow job, and as I licked her, had fantasized briefly about sex in the shower, but it seemed we were about to rut passionately on the edge of the bed. A slight breeze evaporating the sweat off my newly bared back reminded me that although the girl was no longer on the beach, the door was still open, and we were on display to any passersby. Any worries vanished just as quickly, as the girl's hand curled again around my hard cock, pumping me gently. "Don't want you to come too fast," she said as we finally came up for air, our lips still almost touching. "What about the shower?" I stupidly replied. At least she laughed. "Later. We'd just end up a mess again. Let's fuck here right now, and then I'll blow you in the shower, and if I'm lucky get round two." I was speechless, more from the effect of her fingernails scraping my balls along the root of my cock than her comment. If I could speak, I might have suggested that I would be the lucky one, but I guess I already was. She pressed her lips to mine as if to acknowledge that there was no need for further talk. She pumped my cock more -- two long deliberate strokes up the shaft, separated by an interlude playing with my balls, and ending with my mushroom cupped in her fist as her thumbnail teased my slit. I of course had to stupidly fill that pause with words. "Bu...but, people can see us from the beach." Discovering as I uttered the words that I am much more of a voyeur than an exhibitionist. "It ...doesn't matter..." she said, not giggling now, sweet but serious, caressing my face with her free hand, reassuring me. " Nothing most of them haven't seen before, and if they need to watch, then we owe them the pleasure, just like you watching me on the beach." She kissed the top of my head, like a mother kisses a child, or a priestess a supplicant. I was out of my league, but in caring hands. "You're fucking me just because I was watching you?" I could not leave well enough alone. "I'm fucking you for fun. That's all." She pressed my mouth to her tit as if wanting to make extra sure I shut up and just fucked her. As I first sucked her nipple into my mouth, she moaned softly, her hips writhing, making her belly rub against my erection. Then as I gently nibbled the rubbery tip, she groaned, hips bouncing up, bucking harder against my groin. Her hand shifted at the same time as her body, and it finally dawned on me that she was trying to steer my cock to her cunt. I helped out by relaxing my legs and sliding back from the edge of the bed, and down, before thrusting up and forward, allowing the girl's hand to guide me. She stopped me from plunging straight into her depths on my first stroke. She held my root in her fist and rubbed it against her opening. She was soaked down there, wet and ready. The girl groaned as she rubbed my tip against her clit. I could feel waves of orgasm building, but could not tell whether they were aftershocks, or warnings of an even greater explosion yet to come. I was just glad that her grip had prevented me from prematurely ejaculating all over her belly. Though licking my seed off her flesh would be a thrill, I did not want to disappoint her plus I was looking forward to the cream pie. With a tug, and another upward thrust of her hips, she drew me forward. I pushed up to meet her, finally sliding inside her warmth. She was so wet that I sank deep inside of her on my first stroke. Before I could pull back for another plunge, her muscles clamped around my cock, massaging it. I felt my sperm gathering in my balls, urgently. "You're so big, such an unexpected pleasure," the girl moaned, locking my ear as her groin ground into mine. I slowed down to prolong her pleasure. She locked her legs behind my knees, drawing me closer and deeper. I continued thrusting in and out, almost unable to believe that this was really happening, me with this angel. Her cunt was incredibly tight around my cock, but her wetness provided enough lubrication to allow me to keep sliding. I could feel her muscles working, rippling around my shaft, trying to milk me. Sex had never been this incredible. I had never been with a woman who could control her abs so well. This was more than exercise -- this angelic young woman clearly had lots of practice at fucking. I pulled my head up just enough to look at her face. Her stunning dark eyes were locked on mine. She beamed a smile at me. "I can't believe how great your cock feels," she moaned. "It looked big but it feels fucking massive!" "You like big cocks?" I asked, still thrusting deep into her. "Never believe girls who claim size doesn't matter." She replied. "Sure, a guy can be too big, but that has to be like a horse cock. You feel perfect inside me. But even then, you're big enough that I'm glad I was so ready. " She continued working her pussy around my shaft as she spoke, kneading me like no women had ever before. "You're my best fuck ever," I responded. "Not that there's a lot of competition." What a dumb thing to say. But it made her laugh, the waves rippling through her belly so I felt it before I heard it. "Oh, you feel so good," she said, but it wasn't a response so much as an involuntary shout, her head tossed back, her fists clutching the bedding. "Ohhh ...come on...son of a bitch ... harder ... faster ..." I did my best to comply, my balls slapping against her as she shoved my length fully into her, rocking the bed. "Yeah...like that..." she groaned, her fingers now grabbing her nipples, twisting them violently. "Fuck meeeee....." I fucked her as fast, as deep and as hard as I could while I watched her torture her own tits. She groaned louder, screaming for more. I wondered whether the entire beach could hear her, but was way past caring. I just kept thrusting as I felt another climax rush through her body, her pussy walls clamping around my cock tightly enough that they held me on the verge of my own orgasm. "Ohhhhh......yesssss...." The girl cried out, no longer tugging her nipples, arms now flung out wide, tits heaving as she gasped for air. For the first time since this adventure began, I realized that I was not wearing a condom. "Don't stop," she commanded, "pump your great gobs of goo into me. I'm on the fucking pill. I need you to fill me up." She really could read my mind. She twisted her hips underneath me. "Ram into me as hard as you can," she instructed, even as her cunt was clenching around my shaft, milking me, but also slowing my strokes. I wanted to make sure she came again, ideally at the same time as me, so I kept slamming my cock into her womb until she slid off the bed and we ended up in a heap on the floor, still joined at the organs. "Don't stop," she giggled, and I did my best to obey. "FUUUUUUCK ME!" the girl screamed, body heaving up from the carpet as an orgasm exploded through her yet again. If the beach had not heard us already, someone certainly would hear that. "Your big cock drives me crazy" she gasped, fingernails scratching my back, "Keep fucking me. Don't ever stop." I wanted that moment to last forever, but as she cried out I rammed into her one final time my balls pulsing as my load shot deep inside her. I kept right on fucking, pumping my potent seed deep into her womb her. As my cock softened inside her, I could feel her muscles relaxing. I looked down into her beautiful face. She looked flushed but thoroughly sated. "Now, what about that shower?" she asked, grinning up at me. "Let me eat you first," I replied. She just smiled. I didn't even know her name. This must be a dream. Could it possibly last?