0 comments/ 5471 views/ 8 favorites The Wave (Her) By: CameronSilver This story is also available from HIS point of view, named "The Wave (him)". ***** It was sunny! I had just arrived at the beach with two of my friends, Joanne and Cathy. We grabbed our stuff out of my car and started walking up the beach, looking for a good place to set up. "Let's go further that way," Jo said, pointing to the left. "Yeah, it is too crowded here," I agreed. There were a lot of parents and kids right at the entrance to the beach, and it was rather noisy. Most of it was the kids and the crashing waves, but even the parents yelling at their kids was annoying. We walked past everyone so that we were the furthest from the entrance, chattering the whole way which, as I admit, we three could do very well. There was a long stretch of beautiful white sand before another crowd of people was visible. I was hot and I wanted to get into the water right away, so as soon as we set up I ran out and dove into an enormous wave. It was so nice and cool! It had been way too long since I had been here; too busy with work and life in general. My ex-boyfriend had never brought me here because he hated the heat, and the one before him always took long stares at all the other scantily clad girls passing by, so annoying. (Both of them were really good in bed, but it was always in a bed, never anywhere interesting.) So I was glad to be back, not having to worry about anyone else but myself for a change. I looked back to see Cat and Jo coming in after me. "Come on, you big babies!" I yelled. They were slowly wading in, as if they hoped to get in without actually getting wet. I knew they hated the cold, but it wasn't THAT bad. They both screamed as a big wave toppled over them, and I laughed. Eventually they caught up to me, past the place where the waves were breaking. Cathy said, "Why is it so cold? It's so nice today!" she flicked away a tiny chunk of driftwood floating by. "Hey, did you see the guy beside us, Steph?" I hadn't paid much attention. "Yeah, " chimed Jo, "It looked like he was reading a book, but even through his sunglasses I saw him raise his eyebrows when you went into the water. He was totally checking you out!" I glanced towards the beach and waited for a wave to collapse. There was a guy sitting in a beach chair in the shade of some trees not too far from our site, reading a thick hard-cover book. But the girls were right; he was wearing sunglasses. I wondered momentarily if he had noticed me, but then I just turned around. "Nah, you're imagining things." I said. Cat and Jo were smiling slightly and looking at me as we all jumped over a swell. My halter top itched around my neck and I adjusted it a bit. Jo looked at Cat and said "She does need a new boyfriend, you know." "Yep, and it looks like this one actually *likes* being on the beach." Cat replied. I splashed them both and they screamed and giggled. I had often lamented, (whined about, actually), the fact that my other boyfriends had never come here with me. I retied my halter top again to try to get rid of the itch. "What's wrong with you?" asked Jo. "I dunno, just an itch." I knew it was a mistake the moment the words left my mouth. The other two grinned again. "Maybe sweet-stuff can scratch it for you, if you know what I mean." laughed Jo. I took another glance at our neighbour. He *was* a looker, even from this distance. The idea of meeting a new guy was always exciting to me, but I wasn't sure. Despite the doubt, I felt a tiny pang of arousal. "Oh, Steph, we're just kidding! Well, kind of." said Cathy. We all laughed and continued jumping over the waves. Jo changed the subject. "Hey, should we go for a walk, then? It's too cold out here." she said. We waded back to shore. As we walked up the sand to our towels, Jo continued, "My cousins come here a lot. They said that there was an area here where there are shells all over the place. We should see if we can find it." she started drying off and pointed back the way we had come from, saying "It's over that way somewhere." I was enjoying the cooling sensation of the water on my body against the heat of the sun and didn't feel like drying off. I shook my hair like a dog, making sure the spray got the other two as a bit of payback for teasing me earlier. Cathy yelled at me to quit it. I chanced a quick look at the guy next to us. He had actually looked up and was smiling at the ruckus I made. He had short, dark brown hair and looked to be in really good shape. I smiled back, kind of wishing I could see his eyes. There was another tiny hint of arousal. "Ok, let's go," I said. I wasn't much for sitting still. Maybe there were other hotties to take a look at as we walked. I flushed, almost embarrassed by my own thoughts, realizing that Cat and Jo might have been right and that I was in need of some...activity. We started walking. I took another quick glance at him reading his book and thought that, even through his glasses, he may not have been reading at all. I whispered to Jo, "I think he was watching us." The other two also stole glances. Jo grinned and Cathy whispered back. "He is, and I think he's getting a hardon! He likes you!" I couldn't help but smile. I wondered if I should look back to see... I looked back, but he was reading. I sighed with a little disappointment. "Made you look!" Cathy said, and the two of them doubled over in silent giggles. I looked at them like they were crazy. "Come on Steph, you're single again. What if you were to get together with him? He's hot!" "How could you know he was looking at *me*?" I asked, "He could just as easily been staring at your tiny bikini, Jo." "Because I *saw* him checking you out when you first ran out to the water. We all walked past him, but he was definitely watching you. When I looked hard enough, I saw through his sunglasses, and he certainly wasn't looking at me. Besides, I'm taken already." I still wasn't convinced, but it felt good to think that someone might be admiring my curves, or maybe even starting to like me. I got a tiny bit more aroused, but tried to forget about it all. We walked past the crowd of people we has avoided earlier. It was still noisy, but the three of us chatted about other random stuff until we went past an enormous rock as big as a house. The beach curved to the right a little and the landscape changed dramatically. Instead of the flat, white sand, this area was completely covered in sea shells of all different sizes. Jo and Cat immediately went browsing, looking for interesting pieces. I didn't feel like doing something that 'girly', so I just wandered about. Further up away from the water was a thick layer of underbrush and trees. I wandered towards it and saw that there was a small, somewhat hidden cave-like opening in the bushes. I ducked down and peered in, seeing a large open area beneath the tree branches and bushes. My heart fluttered as a hundred possibilities came to mind, but one in particular. I had never had sex outdoors before, and this really was the perfect spot- completely hidden in a secluded area. I stood up straight, hoping that no one else had seen me discover my secret. The others were still scanning the shore, looking for treasures. My mind drifted back to the place we set up, imagining our neighbour smiling at me. I really did like what I had seen so far. What if he was attracted to me? Would it lead anywhere? We wandered around the shell beach for another half hour or so. I was getting really bored, and eventually, we decided to walk back. I found myself anticipating seeing him again and my insides started to tingle a bit. As we approached 'home', he put his book down and walked to the water. I thought I noticed some bulging! He dove into the waves and waded further out, pushing the water out of his hair. His bare back had good definition and I imagined running my hands over his tight muscles. I watched as he caught a wave and body-surfed on it back to the shore. The girls put down their handfuls of shells and started going through them. I announced that I was going back into the water. They froze and looked up at me with broad grins. I rolled my eyes and turned to leave. "Good luck!" Jo squeaked. I entered the water a little distance from where he was so that, hopefully, he didn't think that I was following him. I wasn't really, but I liked body surfing too, so I caught a few waves of my own. At one point, I looked over at him and he was already looking at me. "Oh, hello!" he said, smiling. "I'm Michael." His eyes were hazel. I smiled back, hoping I wasn't blushing. "Hi! I'm Stephanie." I figured he may have already known that, thanks to Cathy screaming at me earlier. "You looked like you were having fun, so I thought I'd try." I jumped over a small wave that had passed by, and we both watched for a good wave to come. I sensed that he was getting closer to me...or maybe I was just hoping. "Here we go!" he called. I saw the big wave approaching and we started to paddle towards the beach. The wave peaked and I jumped onto it, letting the tumble carry me along. As the wave weakened, my hand touched something. I tried to get up, but the wave pushed me around right into Michael's lap! We laughed at the funny collision, and through my thin bikini bottom I could feel a definite hardness as I sat there. "Oh, hello! Good to see you again," he said and reached around and hugged me with one of his strong arms. The combination of the hug and feeling his stiffness beneath me started to turn me on. "Yes, it's been ages, darling," I flirted, talking in a fake proper-sounding accent. "We simply must catch up!", I giggled and we stood up again. Then he made the first move! He grabbed my hand and pointed back into the water, "Hey, look!" I followed his hand and looked intently out at the waves. "There's the very spot we first met, remember?" he joked. We laughed and started walking back into the waves. He was still holding my hand! I turned and looked back at my friends and waved excitedly. Apparently they had been watching the whole scene and waved back in approval. I turned my head back to watch where we were going and caught a wave in the face. I sputtered quietly, hoping Michael hadn't seen. We surfed a few more waves, and I tried to bump into Michael again, but it never worked. We small-talked as we waited for good waves to come up. I loved the sound of his voice. I just wanted to keep him talking. And look at his nice abs. "So," he asked casually, "are you seeing anyone?" He looked at me expectantly. I almost said that I wasn't, but instead asked him, "You know what I like most about the ocean? It's how the waves hide us for a few moments at a time from everyone sitting on the beach, like having a few seconds of complete privacy right in the open." He moved closer to me and held both my hands. He looked to the oncoming waves. "Like this?" he asked. We jumped over the next wave and he pulled me close to give me a light kiss on the cheek. He moved away again. I decided this was the time to be daring. He was sweet in that he only went for my cheek, made me feel like a princess, almost. But I wanted to see how interested he really was. "Not exactly," I said and bit my lip and smiled, waiting for the next wave. I had to move quickly. As we hopped over the wave, I launched myself towards him, pulling his face to mine. I kissed him gently on the lips, slowly and deliberately, and he definitely kissed back and knew what he was doing! It excited me intensely and I wrapped my legs around him, holding him close. But the wave was about to reveal us again! I jumped away just in time before the beach came back into view. I was breathing heavily now, but I tried not to show it. We just stared at each other silently for a while, not even noticing the good surfing waves going past us. I felt a tension building, a desire for more. Yes, I wanted him, I wanted him now. I suddenly remembered the secret spot I found. "It kinda makes ya wish there was something that lasted longer than a wave, huh?" I said, trying to not indicate that I already knew where I wanted to go. "Most definitely," Michael said stiffly. I turned and started walking out of the water back to my spot. He followed suit but went to his. He grabbed his towel and covered his head to dry off. Jo and Cat gawked at me, wide-eyed and grinning. I gave them a pleading look and jerked my head to try to indicate for them to 'clear out'. Cat caught the message loud and clear. "Hey Steph," she said loudly, "We were just going to walk down the beach the other way. Wanna come?" I mouthed a relieved "thank you" to them and laid down on the blanket. They walked off after glancing at Michael again, probably with silly grins on their faces. Michael came over once they were gone. Sadly, he had put on a shirt. "Not joining your friends?" he asked. I smiled at him. "Nah, I like it better here." I reached up with my hand, he took it and helped me stand. "You wanna go for a walk?" I picked up my towel and wrapped it around my waist like a skirt. We were going to need it! Michael looked really confused. "But...you just said you liked it better here." I grabbed his hands and stepped right up to him so I was touching his chest. "I said...that I liked it better...here!" I looked up into his gorgeous eyes, our lips almost close enough for a kiss. I was getting downright horny now. I wanted to kiss him again, but we had to get to somewhere private quickly. "Come on," I said, and led the way back the way the girls and I had walked before. We held hands the whole time and just walked through the smooth wet sand, past the crowd, towards the giant boulder. Out of the corner of my eye I kept seeing Michael glance at me up and down. I was getting very aroused, approaching the secret hideaway I had found. I just hoped that his non-nonchalant looks meant that he liked me, and wanted me. It took some effort to refrain from breaking into a run; the walk seemed to be taking forever. Just before we reached the turn, I finally spoke. "Uh, I was walking here just earlier, and I found something that you might..." I hesitated, wanting to sound cute. "...um...find interesting?" I focused on the boulder and pulled Michael around the turn and up to the entrance to the hidden area. I quickly took off my towel and bunched it up to keep sand from getting on it, then ducked down and went in. I laid my towel down an knelt on it, trying not to get any sand on it. I could barely breath, I was so turned on. "I think this place lasts longer than a wave," I managed whispered. Michael looked around, then knelt facing me. "You're right. I find this place simply fascinating." He pulled my face towards his and kissed me with his wonderfully soft lips. My breathing was out of control and I moaned softly as we made out. My halter top was bugging me again, but this time I had an easy solution. I untied the back and just pulled it off right over my head. I liked my breasts, and I wanted to show them off a bit, and Michael looked quite satisfied by what he saw. The combination of the cold water and being turned on made them perky and sensitive. He whipped of his shirt, so I wrapped my arms around him and pulled myself close, letting my nipples rub against his chest, and we kissed some more. I was getting impatient and started to fiddle with the drawstring on his shorts, doing the best I could without looking. Michael reached around me and took hold of my bikini bottom ties. We looked at each other and it seemed we both had the same idea: see who can get the other naked first! I looked down so that I could see what I was doing and pulled on the right strings to loosen them. I had bumped Michael's hands away, but he found the ties again and undid them both in a single motion, pulling the bikini bottom right off me all at once. I suddenly felt vulnerable, naked out in public, but it only added to the excitement. And he was too late! I had already gotten his trunks loose and was pulling them down. I wanted to tease him a bit, so as his stiff member sprang upward, I caught it in my mouth and started bobbing my head. He grunted in pleasure at the sudden turn of events! Thanks to the ocean water, he was clean and cool; it almost reminded me of a popsicle. I felt his hands start running up and down my back softly, sending shivers and tingles all over. I couldn't help but arch my back in response. After giving one last long hard suck, I released him and lied back onto the towel, pulling him on top of me, opening my legs to give him his first view of my neatly shaved sex. He started to move his head down, but I couldn't wait. "No, I want you in me now!" I insisted, and pulled his hips toward mine. He grazed my clit and I shuddered at his touch. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to slide into me, but he merely played with my clit, gliding his cock up and down over it. It felt electric, spreading out through my body like a hot breeze. I was ready for more. As if he read my mind, Michael finally let himself in, slowly penetrating his entire length inside me. I was so wet and he slid in so easily that it surprised me a little. I gasped loudly and laughed, covering my mouth in case there was someone close by, listening. He moved almost maddeningly slowly, all the way in, then completely out again. I closed my eyes and gripped the towel beneath me and concentrated on the sensations. It was like eating a chocolate sundae in slow motion, being able to savour each individual flavour, texture, cold and heat. I could feel every contour of his cock as it slowly rocked in an out of me. I breathed in rhythm to his thrusts. "You are SO beautiful. Am I dreaming?" he said, almost in agony. I opened my eyes again and reached my arms up around his back and pulled him down closer to me. We were face to face. The sun came out from behind a small cloud and weaved its way through the rustling leaves overhead, dancing around us. Michael looked like he had a halo, and I was not entirely sure that it wasn't a dream. I gazed into his eyes. I said, "If you are, then I NEVER want you to wake up." A wave of warmth flushed through me, making me breathe faster, and Michael picked up the pace. I put my arms around his neck; his muscles were very tense and I traced the contours on his shoulders. The new rhythm was just right and I could feel the tension start to build. I could barely speak. "Yeah", I whispered. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling. I felt suddenly more aware. The wind was rustling all the leaves around us, whistling through the trees high above. A few small birds were chirping at each other and the waves kept on with their steady pounding. As did Michael. I was...progressing well. Michael managed to maintain his position and pace, but he put his arm around my back and suddenly lifted me towards himself. I felt like I was floating and the slight change in angle intensified all my sensations, shooting electric tingles through my arms and legs. I opened my eyes again to see Michael's eyes staring into mine. I kissed him deeply as he thrust into me again and again. It was the most intimate I had ever felt with someone in a long time, or maybe even ever. I was getting close, energy building up inside me like a wave getting ready to peak. All I could feel was Michael. All I could see was him. I heard voices. Voices?!?! What? We both froze as a group of people walked past the huge boulder and their voices reached us loudly. Michael, let me down gently and sat up to take a look through the underbrush, which now didn't seem to be nearly thick enough. Did we need to cover up? I grudgingly spun around too, on my hands and knees, so that I could see. One guy from the group was walking right towards us, and we ducked down to keep out of sight. He kept coming! I was furious at him for interrupting our moment, but I couldn't say anything, of course. We stayed very still to avoid being seen. The guy stopped only a few steps away from us, but then bent over to get a piece of driftwood or something, then walked back to his friends. I watched him leave, cursing silently, wanting to throw something hard at him. The Wave (Her) I felt Michael push himself into me from behind, his hands pulling my hips toward him! It startled me, but very pleasantly! It was good to feel him in me again. I looked at him with a smile and tried not to laugh out loud. This guy was fun! I stood up on my knees and brushed the sand from my hands, then leaned back on Michael's chest, resting my head on his shoulder. This was a good position too and I moaned with approval. He slowly moved his hands from my hips, roaming across my tummy up to my breasts. He was very gentle as he caressed me, all the while trying to make up for the interruption with rapid thrusts. He started kissing my neck. He gripped my hips again; he was so hard, I was sure he was about to blow it. I wanted to hold on to something...I looked up and saw a thick overhanging branch and thought that it would do. I grabbed it and squeezed and concentrated. Michael went even faster yet. This was it, I was so close! My whole body started to get tingly and numb at the same time, like I was an electrical storm about to strike, a charge building up inside me. I couldn't breathe fast enough. "Yes, yes, just like that," I managed to pant. Whatever he was doing, it was just right. Oh, I felt him get even harder! Almost, almost! Michael's hot breath was on my neck. The rest of the world began to disappear... He kissed behind my ear. I was no longer in control. My body locked up, completely tense as the energy from my whole body seemed to collect into a fireball, then explode outward, filling me with crackling warmth. I couldn't stay quiet any longer. Barely aware of what I was doing, I clapped a hand over my mouth and screamed! My whole body was in spasms and I felt like I was falling upward into the sky. Slowly I floated back down to the ground, and Michael held me tightly until I came back. I turned my head to kiss him again, still breathing heavily. My senses were returning and I realized that he was still very hard inside me. After another deep breath I stood up and guided him to lie back on the towel. "It's your turn now!" I was still a little out of breath, but I was eager to feel him again, so I straddled and lowered myself onto him. I grabbed hold of that handy branch again to help steady myself as I moved straight up and down along his full length. He felt so good still, incredibly hard. It made me wonder if I would be able to cum again. I was in control now, and I knew how to get a guy off. "Are you gonna cum in me, baby?" I asked as though overacting. It was meant to be funny, and he smiled in response. He was panting. "Not yet. I want this to last longer," he said, "...to be with you longer." He clenched his jaw for a moment and shook his head. "I'm not going to yet! I won't!" I slowed down a bit. Sorry, Michael, but you do as I say now, I thought. I let go of the branch and dropped to my knees again and kept a steady rhythm as I laid myself down on top of him and gave a snuggle-hug. His chest hair tickled me pleasantly. Then I whispered into his ear. "You are. You are going to cum in me right now," I whispered as sexily as I could. "You're going to blow everything you have into me and I'm gonna take it all. And there is nothing you can do to stop it!" I wrapped my feet around the inside of his thighs and grabbed his wrists, pining them to the ground. As I rocked myself back and forth over him, completely engulfing him inside me, Michael's eyes closed and his head rolled back. He stiffened and shook. "Oh, Yes!" I shouted victoriously, maybe a little too loudly. Michael arched his whole body, lifting me up a little, thrusting himself hard into me. I felt a shock wave moving up into me and then a flood of warmth as he came. It turned me on incredibly and I was suddenly close to the edge again! He burst into me a second time, just as strongly...then a third time! I held Michael tight, daring to hope there would be more. He shot into me again, and it was enough! It wasn't nearly as body-shaking as before, more like floating over an ocean swell. I closed my eyes as it caught my breath; I rode it out, smiling. Michael was still throbbing, but had finally relaxed so I let go of his arms. I opened my eyes again to see him watching me and I grinned even bigger. I bent down and kissed him, then laid on his chest and started to run my fingers through his hair. I felt like I had known Michael for ages. I wanted to keep him. We laid there for who knows how long, maybe a minute, maybe an hour, basking in the afterglow. I could hear his heart beating vigorously. Michael spoke finally. "I want to see you again, and again, and more after that." He sat up and wrapped his arms around me again. "May I?". I was overjoyed at hearing that. "Micheal, I have never felt this close, connected, to anyone as much as you, but," I pause for dramatic effect and Michael blinked. I continued, "...you have to promise me we can come back here once in a while to reminisce." I kissed him again and he smiled. We redressed and ran out to the water to rinse off (as awkward as that gets), then started walking back to our sites. We held hands and talked about so many things, like favourite restaurants, places we wanted to visit, our jobs, hobbies. We were so focused on talking that we passed right by Jo and Cat who were sunbathing. "Whoops," I said. We turned around and walked back. Jo and Cat ignored us, or so it seemed. Michael went and rummaged through his bag and brought out a pen. He handed it to me along with his bookmark for me to write my number down. He gave me a quick smooch on the cheek and I went back, laid out my towel again and sat. I watched as Michael pack up his stuff quickly and leave. I guess he didn't want to face my friends just then! When he was well on his way, Jo bolted up and looked at me, wide-eyed and inquisitive. Cat sat up too; they had obviously been feigning sleep. "What happened, Steph? Tell me, tell me!" she demanded with a squeal. "Did you...?" They both studied my face and I couldn't help but give the slightest grin. "You did?!" Cat whispered loudly. She seemed speechless. "Did you get his number, at least? Are you gonna see him again?" asked Jo. "I gave him mine." I replied. They both looked at me skeptically. "Oh, believe me, he will call." We all turned to look at Michael as he walked away and caught him looking back at us. We all turned away and giggled. I married Michael 7 years ago. We have two gorgeous little girls and live only a short drive from the beach. Michael kept his promise to take me back to our special spot, numerous times! He's the love of my life, and all thanks to an ocean wave that bumped us together that day. ***** I encourage you to read the story from HIS point of view in "The Wave (him)". You may enjoy learning how he experienced this encounter. The Wave (Him) This story is also available from HER point of view, named "The Wave (her)". ***** It was sunny. I looked up momentarily from my book to look at the rolling waves, pounding against the beach. I had been there for about half an hour, sitting in the deck chair I'd brought, glad for the shade of the trees behind me. I didn't like the heat very much, and the steady wind from the ocean made the day at the beach quite enjoyable. As I looked up, I noticed a trio of 20-something girls to my right, walking along the beach, carrying their towels and a cooler, obviously looking for a spot. When they chose a spot about 15 yards to my left, I happily realized that I was probably not going to get any more reading done! Ordinarily, I would have minded my own business, but I was recently single, having left my girlfriend when I caught her cheating on me (but that's a different story), so I allowed myself the freedom to let my eyes wander a bit. All three of the girls were pretty, but one of them drew my attention most. She tended to talk a little louder and more joyously than the others, and seemed to be the happiest about being on the beach. She had nearly shoulder-length, straight black hair and in general, very nice curves. As soon as they had set up their site, she was the first to run into the water, diving into the first wave that crashed onto her. I liked her unmatched bikini; it had a black top and bright turquoise bottom with ties on the sides, and was fairly modest as bikinis go. Most guys may have liked to see something more revealing, but then again, I think turtle-neck sweaters are sexy. The other two girls joined her, reacting to the cold water with screams as the waves hit. One of them was wearing a black single-piece, and the other a bright orange bikini, both were quite flattering on them, but my eyes kept returning to the first girl. I pretended to continue reading, but was watching through my sunglasses as the three of them grouped together . I could tell they were chatting together, but I couldn't make out any words. At one point, the two girls seemed to be teasing the first about something, and I could make out giggling. Several times, the first girl reached up to her neck to adjusted her halter top tie. It was a bit of a rush each time she did, since I fantasized that she would let it fall down, then turn around and wave at me, or even better, invite me to join her. I heaved a tense sigh and went back to reading a few more pages, for real this time, but glancing frequently at the water. Suddenly, they were walking out of the water back to their spot. I liked the way she walked. I flipped a page for show and tried to hear what they were saying. "...all over the place. We should see if we can find it." said the one in the orange bikini. She picked up a towel and pointed back the way they had come from. "It's over that way somewhere," she said as she dabbed her hair long, curly blonde hair. "Aaaaugh!" she exclaimed suddenly. The turquoise girl had been shaking her head, making her hair spray the other two. She laughed mischievously. "Quit it, Stephanie!", hollered the girl in the black suit, covering herself with another towel to avoid the barrage of droplets aimed at her. Although I had been watching covertly up until now, I deliberately looked up at the three of them, and smiled slightly, showing that I was amused by the spectacle. Stephanie glanced at me too with a full grin. Was she showing off? "Ok, let's go," said Stephanie. It was nice to hear her voice, finally, full of energy and care-free. The three of them started off, walking past my spot. I was feigning interest in my book again and I distinctly saw all three of them take one or two quick glances my way. I started to get aroused, hoping that it wasn't showing. I strained my eyes to watch them as they got further away, keeping my head pointed toward my book, and I was rewarded for the effort. I saw Stephanie look back at me over her shoulder, followed by what sounded like muffled giggling. I looked up to see the other two shrugging their shoulders in laughter as they continued walking. When they were nearly out of site, I put my book down and closed my eyes, visualizing Stephanie's face. She was, in my mind, the cutest of the three. Normally I like longer hair, but her chin-length bob haircut framed her heart-shaped face beautifully, giving her a sweet, innocent look, and it charmed me. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her...to hold her...to make love to her. I realized that I had gotten quite hard suddenly. I checked and saw that there was an all too obvious bulge in my swim trunks. I sat up and looked around, making sure there was no one walking past, then I tried to calm myself down. I went back to my book for a while, trying to ignore my daydream, none too successfully. After what seemed like hours, I spotted the girls walking back. When they got closer, I put down my book and headed into the water. I still had a bit of a bulge, but it probably wasn't noticeable. I dove into the crashing waves and went out to where the waves were peaking. After jumping over a few of them, I saw a good large wave coming and body-surfed it in. I used to do it a lot as a kid, and it was still fun. I caught several more waves successfully before I noticed that Stephanie had made her way into the water not far from me, and was body surfing too. We caught each others' eyes. "Oh, hello! I'm Michael," I said with a smile. She smiled back. "Hi! I'm Stephanie." she said, "You looked like you were having fun, so I thought I'd try." She bobbed in the waves while we waited for another big one. I started inching my way closer to her. Despite the cold water, I was getting hard again. "Here we go," I said as I spotted a large wave approaching. We started pushing towards the shore, paddling our hands to pick up speed. I caught the wave just right and felt myself being pulled along by it. Just before the wave lost its strength, I felt a hand on my back. I instinctively came up and rolled over; the wave had pushed us together. Stephanie, once she also surfaced and rolled over, ended up sitting neatly sideways in my lap. We both laughed loudly. "Oh, hello!" I repeated, jokingly. "Good to see you again!" I gave her a quick shoulder-hug. "Yes, it's been ages, darling! We simply must catch up!" she said with a fake, fancy accent. She laughed and we stood up. "Hey look!" I took her hand with an exaggerated gusto and pointed out to the water, "There's the very spot we first met, remember?". We both laughed again and started walking back into the waves, neither of us releasing the others' hand. I walked a bit ahead hoping to hide the fact that the water made my swim trunks stick skin-tight to me, and I had gotten fully hard in the last few seconds. I tried to relax a bit. We surfed several more waves together, never colliding again, sadly. We talked casually each time we waited for a good swell. About how nice the weather was, how vacation was going, the fact that her friends don't like the water very much, stuff like that. I even asked if she was seeing anyone. She seemed to avoid the question by posing her own. "You know what I like most about the ocean?" she asked me. I looked at her expectantly. "It's how the waves hide us for a few moments at a time from everyone sitting on the beach, like having a few seconds of complete privacy right in the open." I moved closer to her and held both her hands. "Like this?" I asked. Together we watched as the next wave came and hopped over it. I pulled close to her and pecked her on the cheek. We pushed away again as the wave collapsed. She tilted her head. "Not exactly," she said and bit her lip with her mischievous smile. Another wave passed and she quickly pulled herself towards me, her hands behind my head. We kissed on the lips softly and slowly, savouring the short moment. She wrapped her legs around my back and squeezed. Just as quickly as it started, Stephanie jumped away and glanced towards the shore as the wave collapsed, revealing the beach and her friends once again. I stared into her light brown eyes for a full minute, neither of us speaking, floating over the waves, letting them pass by without notice. I wanted her, so badly. Finally Stephanie broke the silence. "It kinda makes ya wish there was something that lasted longer than a wave, huh?" she said suggestively. "Most definitely," I replied. We didn't bother to surf back in, just walked back to our separate spots. I grabbed my towel and started to dry off. While drying my hair I heard one of Stephanie's friends comment that she and the other girl were going to walk the other way down the beach, and invited Stephanie along. I didn't hear her reply, but when I next looked over, she was lying back on her beach blanket, watching the other two stroll off. Her friends, who seemed to be in a good mood, both glanced back quickly then continued on their way. When they were a good distance away, I put on a shirt and walked over to Stephanie. "Not joining your friends?" I asked, rhetorically. She looked up at me and smiled. "Nah, I like it better here." She sat up and reached for my hand, and I helped her up. "You wanna go for a walk?" she asked as she wrapped a towel around her waist like a skirt. "But you just said you liked it better here." I said, a little confused. "I said..." she grabbed both my hands, squeezed them and brought herself against my chest. "...that I liked it better *here*!" she finished. She was about 6 inches shorter than me, and as she looked up at me our lips were nearly touching. "Come on!" she said, loudly, and pulled away, keeping grip on my right hand. We walked back the same way the three of them had walked before, holding hands, towards a more crowded area. Umbrellas, chairs, towels, and beach toys littered the shoreline as we walked through the surf, kids playing noisily, parents yelling at them once in a while. We observed it all in silence, and occasionally I would steal a look up and down at her wonderfully curvy body. Eventually, we passed the last few people and continued on a little ways. I suddenly got a hunch that Stephanie was actually leading us somewhere. Maybe somewhere private? She spoke up just as soon as I had had that thought. "Um, I was walking here just earlier, and I found something that you...maybe...might, um, find interesting?" I looked at her but she was looking straight ahead. We reached an enormous boulder the size of a large house on our right, which marked a slight bend in the beach. Once passed it, I could see that the beach was littered with millions of seashells. This must have been the place her friend was talking about. Stephanie tugged my hand and we turned around the boulder, walking away from the water. There were bushes and trees up where the sand stopped, but there was a hidden cave-like opening into the overhanging brush. Stephanie removed her towel and gathered it up, then stooped down and went in. I followed, happily observing her from behind. The opening widened into an area as big as a large tent, completely covered by thick layers of leaves. The dirt ground was slightly inclined away from the beach, and the whole area was very well hidden. Stephanie had already laid her large towel on the ground. She knelt on it facing me, keeping her sandy feet off the towel. "I think this place lasts longer than a wave," she whispered. I knelt on the opposite side so that we were face to face. "You're right," I whispered back, "I find this place simply fascinating." I took her face in my hands and kissed her. She moaned softly and started breathing a little faster. She reached behind her back and undid her top, interrupting the kiss to pull it off over her head. She leaned back to give me a nice look at her tits, which were nice and perky after being in the water. I pulled off my own shirt and she put her arms around my waist, pulling herself close again to continue making out. After only a moment I could feel her fiddling with my drawstring. Remembering that she had ties on the side of her bottom, I reached down to undo them both at the same time. We stopped kissing and looked each other in the eyes. With a single look, it became a competition about who could get the others' bottom off first! Stephanie looked down and pulled hard on the strings to get them undone, at the same time pushing my hands away from her. I got hold of her strings again and yanked. They both undid easily, but even as I pulled the piece off of her, she lunged downward, forcing down my trunks with one hand on each side, and in a single motion, caught my already hard cock in her wide open mouth. The suddenness of it all caught me off guard. The warmth of her mouth gliding over me was extra stimulating after being in the cold water, and I could feel my stiffness maxing out already. I gently brushed my hands up and down Stephanie's back, reaching as close to her ass as I could. She arched her back and moaned. She gave one last long hard suck, then came back up and laid back on the towel, pulling me onto her, her legs wide open. She was fully shaved and completely smooth. I wanted to go down on her, but as I started to move she pulled me back. "No," she said, "I want you in me, now!" She pulled my hips toward hers until we were touching. She closed her eyes, waiting for me to push into her, but I just teased her for a while, sliding my cock slowly and gently over her clit. I could feel she was already wet, and even brushing her on the outside was quite stimulating. But she was ready for more. I repositioned slightly and let myself slide into her, easily thrusting in my entire length, she was so wet. "Oh!", she gasped loudly and then covered her mouth with her hand and giggled. I thrust using my full length, coming all the way out before slowly easing myself all the way in again. Stephanie closed her eyes and sighed each time I pushed into her, her hands gripped the towel. I took the opportunity to admire her naked body, gently swaying with my thrusts. "You are SO beautiful," I said longingly. "Am I dreaming?" She opened her eyes again, then reached her arms up around my back and pulled me down closer so we were face to face. "If you are, then I NEVER want you to wake up." We stared into each others' eyes. The tiny points of sunlight that made their way through the leaves danced around us as the wind rustled the leaves. Stephanie started to breath more heavily and her mouth opened slightly. I started to thrust faster and she tensed up a little and put her arms around my neck. "Yeahhhh," she breathed quietly, and closed her eyes for a few seconds. I put one arm around her back and lifted her towards me slightly. She moaned and opened her eyes again, looking at me intensely. She pulled her face towards mine and we kissed deeply as I continued to get faster. And then at the same time we both froze. A group of four or five people had walked around the giant boulder, talking loudly, their sudden voices startling us. I sat up to peer through the thick brush and Stephanie twisted herself around to look too, causing us to separate. One of them was walking straight towards us as though he knew about the hideout! We ducked down and held still, hoping the angle of the ground would hide us even more. The intruder stopped only feet away from the thicket, but then he merely bent down and picked up a large piece of driftwood, observed it for a moment, then carried it off towards the others. Stephanie was on all fours now, watching him walk away. Knowing that we were safe, I came up behind her, knelt, and pushed into her again. She gasped and turned her head to look at me with a surprised grin and stifled a giggle. Holding her hips, I started pounding again. Stephanie stood up on her knees and brushed the sand off her hands. I glided my hands from her hips to her tummy, then caressed her breasts gently. She let her head fall back until it rested on my shoulder, so I began kissing her neck, starting at her shoulder making my way up to behind her ear. She started moaning softly again.` I moved my hands back to her hips and concentrated fully on making strong thrusts, going even faster than before. Stephanie reached up with both hands and held on to a thick, low-hanging branch that made up part of the ceiling of our hideaway. She stiffened up, so I went even faster again. "Yes," she gasped, "yes, just like that!" Her approval made me get even harder! Her whole body was shaking visibly and her knuckles were white as she gripped the tree branch. I kissed her behind the ear again. I felt her tighten up inside, and she became completely rigid, her mouth hanging open. She let go of the branch with one hand and covered her mouth. I heard several muffled screams as her orgasm rocked her, and I continued to thrusting diligently until she started to relax, though still trembling. She turned her head on my shoulder and we kissed again; both of us breathing heavily. Stephanie moved away from me and stood up. She put her hands on my shoulders and guided me to lie down on the towel. "It's your turn now," she said between breaths. I was still very hard, and once I was lying down she straddled me and pushed me back into herself. She held onto the branch again and used it to help her move straight up and down along the full length of my shaft, her feet supporting most of her weight. I watched her smooth motions, gliding up and down, giving me waves of the incredible feeling of her tight pussy taking me in over and over. I was so hard it almost hurt, and at this new angle I could feel myself being pushed rapidly to the finish line. "Are you gonna cum in me, baby?" she asked in an overly sweet voice and then laughed. It was obvious she was mocking a cheap porno film or something and I couldn't help but grin. I was actually glad for the distraction. "Not yet," I panted, "I want this to last longer, to be with you longer." I concentrated on keeping myself from blowing. "I'm not going to yet! I won't!". Much to my relief, she slowed down. She dropped to her knees and laid herself down onto me; her breasts felt glorious as they rested on my chest. She hugged me as she continued to pump up and down slowly. She whispered into my ear, just loud enough to hear over the rustling leaves and the crashing waves. "You are," she breathed. "You are going to cum in me right now. You're going to blow everything you have into me and I'm gonna take it all. And there is nothing you can do to stop it." Even though she had slowed down, just hearing that nearly put me over the edge. Stephanie wrapped her feet over my thighs and grabbed my wrists, pinning me down with all her weight. Normally I would have been able to lift her off of me, no problem. But with the combination of her weight, the exquisite feeling of being inside her, and her promise spoken in the sexiest whisper I had ever heard, I was completely helpless. And then, unmercifully, she sped up again. She was right. I tried to resist, but I couldn't do anything about it. I sped past the point of no return as she continued to rock her body back and forth over me. My eyes closed involuntarily and I could see stars in the darkness as my breath caught and my head fell back. It was here. Stephanie yelled in victory, "Ohhhh, YES!" I exploded. She held me tight and kept thrusting as I blew a month's worth of cum into her. Each time I pulsed I could feel another huge load erupting into her, each as big as the last. The whole world seemed to rock in slow motion. Waves of relief flooded over me. She slowed down her pumping so that it felt like we were floating in the ocean again. I started breathing again and opened my eyes and looked at her. Stephanie had her eyes closed and her mouth dangled open in a dreamy smile, her hair waving back and forth with her wonderfully slow movements. She looked even more beautiful than before. The Wave (Him) Eventually she opened her eyes again and her grin widened when she saw me watching her. She had let go of my wrists, so I put my arms around her and held her close, still looking into her eyes. She bent down and kissed me, laid her head on my chest, and then started playing her hands through my hair. I had never felt so close to someone ever before. We must have been lying there, unmoving for at least ten minutes before I spoke. I imagine I sounded pathetic, but I just spoke the truth. "I want to see you again," I said, "and again, and more after that." I sat up and held her in my lap. "May I?" "Michael," she said, "I have never felt this close, connected, to anyone as much as you, but..." It sounded suspiciously like this was to be branded as a one-time thing only. I sighed in disappointment and waited for the bomb to drop. She grinned broadly. "...you have to promise we can come back here once in a while to...reminisce." She kissed me again. We redressed and took a quick dip in the water again to clean off, then headed back to our spots on the beach, still holding hands and talking about our favourite foods, vacation spots, and other likes and interests. We were so engrossed with each other that we even walked right past our spots before we noticed where we were. "Whoops, " Stephanie said, and we turned around to see that her friends were back and sunbathing, apparently oblivious to the fact that we had returned. We walked back to my spot and, after I fumbled around in my bag for a pen (who brings a pen to the beach!?), Stephanie wrote her phone number on my bookmark. With a quick glance towards her friends to be sure they didn't see, I kissed Stephanie on the cheek. She sighed with a smile, turned, and went back to her friends. I stuffed my book and towel into my bag, folder my chair and left the beach. When I looked back, I saw all three girls looking my way, but then they all quickly turned away and looked like they were giggling. I grinned and couldn't wait to give Stephanie a call. We have been married for 7 years now, have two sweet little girls, and live only an eight-minute drive from that very beach. We have visited our special spot many times, and my Steph is still the love of my life, thanks to that one wave that pushed us together. ***** I encourage you to read the story from HER point of view in "The Wave (her)". You may enjoy learning how she experienced this encounter.