0 comments/ 121075 views/ 1 favorites Beach Encounter By: Molly Malloy My boyfriend at this time was a jerk and I had gone to my grandparents in Florida to get away. It had been a few weeks since seeing him and though I was happy with the choice I was really horny. I went to the most secluded part of the beach I could find, not hard in November. The locals thought it was cold at 65 degrees. I spread out my blanket and got my lotion on and laid back to unwind. After 20 minutes I wanted to roll over but I was having trouble putting the lotion on my back, then suddenly there he was a nice fortyish guy asking if he could help. I said yes, and he sat down next to me to spread the lotion on my back. He said to lay on down and get comfortable so I did. He had great hands as they massaged my back opening the hook of my top so I wouldn't get a line his hands slide all around my back and just enough to the sides to almost touch my breasts, He worked his way down to the top of my suit bottom toying gently with it pushing it very slightly down to my crack, suddenly he moved saying he'd get my legs too. Starting at the bottom he moved ever so carefully upward moving my legs gently apart to get everywhere. He was straddling me and rubbing all the way to my ass I felt a presence as he said hi to someone. His buddy who wondered where he'd gone. He sat down in front of me and started to chatter on as my masseuse continued. Working up my legs pushing the suit into what would now be a thong exposing my ass to himself and his friend, but I was so hot I didn't care. He played with my ass for the longest time pushing the swimsuit out of his way from all directions and using the lotion to slide a finger up my asshole. After a bit he said I'd better turn over again or I'd burn. I rolled over without retying my top letting it expose the 36C's that my old boyfriend loved to show off. The friend took that as an invitation (which it was) and offered to lotion them up while my first friend worked the bottom. I took my top off to let him. He rubbed and played as my lower half got the same treatment the top had. He slid my suit over exposing hair and very wet lips. After about 20 minutes of this they asked if I'd like to go for a ride for a drink, sure I thought, but I was sooo ready I agreed. We got in a car with an old bench style seat with me in the middle topless and very quickly bottomless with a leg over each of them so they could play deep in my very wanting cunt. They fingered me in both my ass and cunt as we drove around on 95 giving truckers and any higher cars a real sight. At one point they said I was to lay over the seat back ass up and be spanked for letting them do this. We drove around like this for hours. They each jerked off for me to watch and I never touched them, they only wanted to play with me they asked if they could take a picture of each of them with their faces licking me, poking in me, to show friends I said sure if my face wasn't in it so the got out a camera and took all kinds off pussy and ass shots. They drove me back to my spot on the beach and said thanks and goodbye. I have never cum so much as that day, I never told them my name- never knew theirs or saw them again- that was 2 years ago and I still use that as my get off fantasy till I can get a new one. Beach Encounter It was my first time at a nude beach, and I was anxious and a little excited to go there. It was late in the summer, and very hot. I figured there would be a lot of people there, all nude, their hot, sweaty bodies bared for everyone to see while they all sunbathed, swam, or played sports with other people. I went, and found a rather secluded place to sunbathe for a while before I swam or did anything else. It was quiet, with only the relaxing noise of the ocean to break the silence. I had sunbathed for only a few minutes when another person came to my spot, a beautiful, red-haired beauty with large, perfectly rounded, pert breasts; a firm, tan, slender body; and long, gorgeous legs that seemed to go on forever. She was wearing a string bikini that revealed far more than it covered, and a towel wrapped around her tiny waist. She apparently did not see me, as she set her blanket and things down and shyly removed her top and towel. Her nipples were perfect, pointy and round, and she had a gorgeous, trimmed triangle of red pubic hair between her thighs. She sat down and began to rub suntan oil over her body. I looked down, and noticed that my cock had become rock hard while I watched her, and pre-cum had dribbled down my head and shaft and made a mess of my own pubic hair. I continued to watch her apply the oil over herself, expertly running her hands all over her sexy body, leaving the slick oil to glisten in the hot sun. She began with her neck, and slowly worked her way down to her breasts and stomach. She seemed to linger for a moment at her breasts, rubbing the two gorgeously tanned pink-topped mounds with a great deal of oil; and again, her firm breasts bouncing back into place after each pass of her soft, smooth hands. She rubbed oil over her stomach, lingering for a moment to touch the emerald stud pierced into her navel. She then went to her arms, rubbing the oil over and around her arms, expertly rubbing her hands up and down over her arms, like they were a hard cock ready to explode cum all over her. She then rubbed oil over her thighs and legs next, seeming to enjoy every stroke of her expert hands over her supple, firm thighs. When she finished, she looked around quickly, but did not see me a few feet away, mesmerised by her large, pert breasts, gorgeous pubic mound, and silky, tan thighs. I could not help but touch myself after seeing they way she applied the oil over herself; I imagined that it was me who was getting oiled as she ran her soft, expert hands over my body, and finally my throbbing, hard cock and balls as she skillfully manipulated me until I shot my hot wad all over her, and then watched as she licked every drop off of herself with great relish. She looked around quickly, then smiled as she lay down on her blanket. I noticed her hands work their way down to her red mound as she parted her lips slightly and smiled faintly. I imagined that this was her first time being nude in a public place, and she found herself so excited by it that she could not help but please herself, her gorgeous body shuddering in passion as anyone who wanted to looked on her. She sighed quietly, then began to massage the beautiful, tight, and perfectly formed pussy between her firm thighs. I imagined that it was me between those thighs, hungrily drinking her hot, sweet juices as I snaked my tongue in and around her dripping hole while my hands massaged her ample breasts, bringing her to climax after climax. I began to massage myself up and down then, my balls aching to release my wad inside her. She began to massage faster, allowing one passionate groan escape her mouth while one of her hands went to her mouth and she tasted herself while she continued to masturbate, in plain view of anyone that wished to watch. Hearing her groan drove me mad, as I imagined placing my cock between those same lips and letting her hungrily suck all of my juices out of me while I continued to eat her out, my hands and tongue probing her hot, wet cunt and ass. I quickened my own pace a little, to keep up with her own. I saw myself bringing her to climax again and again with my tongue and fingers, then turning around and sliding my rock hard cock in her, teasing her at first by slipping my bulbous head in and out of her until she screamed for me to go in hard and deep. Then I would slowly penetrate her tight, dripping pussy, making her feel every inch as I slowly pushed in and pulled out, driving her into a frenzy with my slow, steady strokes. Then the woman moaned louder, showing that her self-made orgasm was approaching. She continued to finger herself as she furiously massaged her own breasts with her free hand while she thrashed and moved her hips up and down on her beach towel. I noticed her towel was completely soaked through with her pussy juices and sweat, which drove me that much farther to my own orgasm. I imagined my cock penetrating her faster and faster while she thrashed beneath me, pleading for me to make her cum again. I saw myself kissing her, sticking my tongue into her mouth and allowing her to taste her own juices from in and around my mouth, then kissing and nibbling her slender, long neck all over while my hands rubbed and squeezed her perky, firm breasts as she came underneath me, her vagina contracting around my cock, her juices exploding around my cock and completely drenching my balls and her thighs, turning our lower halves into one large, wet, slippery morass of cum and sweat. She then came, screaming into the tranquil summer day as she drove her fingers into her as deep and hard as she could, and squeezed her left breast until it turned an even deeper shade of red from loss of circulation. I then came myself, my own cum shooting out and dribbling over my hand and front as I imagined my own throbbing manhood being inside her tight, contracting pussy while she came, bucking and screaming underneath me. When my orgasm subsided and I composed myself enough to look over at her, I noticed that a puddle of pussy juice and cum had accumulated on the towel where her hips had been. She was a gusher. She then stood shakily, and looked around again. This time she noticed me, laying there on my own towel, softening cock in hand, pre-cum and cum dribbling down my shaft and all over my hand. She blushed, turning an even deeper shade of red than she had been in orgasm, and made an attempt to cover herself with her towel, which only got her slippery and wet from her own juices as they dripped down over her hips, thighs, and long, tan, sexy legs. She then tied her bikini top back on, although so quickly only one rosy pink nipple and tan, sweaty, firm breast got covered in her first attempt. After she covered herself, she hastily gathered her things and left the beach rather quickly, almost running away. People looked after her, looking at her soaken-through towel and half-on bikini top. Still, no-one noticed me as I slipped into the water to swim a bit and wash the cum away as I recovered from my beach encounter. Beach Encounter My car moves slowly down the winding road, the overhanging ficus trees looming overhead. This is the Beach road, the one I have used for years, the one I have bicycled, ran, and driven down many, many times over the last decade. It looks different at night; the intermittent streetlights cast a yellow pall that is mostly blocked by the thick leaves of the trees. My headlights illuminate the pavement ahead, and I see the sign, "Public Beach Access." My heart leaps with anticipation and nervous excitement as I guide the car past the sign into the parking lot. All at once, I see it; your car parked dark and quiet on the far side of the lot. My chest heaves a sigh of relief as I pull around to it. I slowly guide my car into the space next to it, and I put the gearshift to park, and shut off the engine. I take one second to gaze into the front seat of the car, and I see that you're not in it. I open my door, and step out onto the hard pavement of the parking lot. The warm, ocean air hits my nostrils immediately; that smell I love, the salty, heavy scent that tells me my friend, the great sea, is near. The smell reminds me of the countless thoughts, plans, hopes and dreams I have contemplated over the years as I sat by her side, my eyes gazing into her great blue vastness, losing myself in the endless ripples and variations of her surface. It was now I realized that through all of the changes I had gone through, she had stayed the same; always constant, always the best listener, never offering advice or rendering judgment, just being there with her relaxing sounds, and her total passive objectivity. It was why I chose her to oversee my encounter with you, the object of my desires. I open the back door, reach in, and pull the backpack from the floor. Next to it is a small, weathered case containing my mandolin; I grab it, too. I sling the pack over one shoulder and, taking the mandolin in one hand, start to make my way toward the wooden pavilion. There are no lights here, but my eyes quickly adjust to the darkness. There is a full moon tonight, and as my eyes acclimate, I realize that I can see quite well in the openness. I strain my eyes, but I cannot see you under the shade of the pavilion. "You there?" I call out, in a rough whisper. I bend my head, straining to hear a response over the constant roar of the night surf. "Yes. I'm here!" Your words make my heart jump, and my eyes focus on your silhouette sitting on one of the picnic benches. I immediately move toward you, setting the mandolin case and the pack gently on the table. We fall into each other's arms, and I feel our bodies shaking almost imperceptibly, trembling slightly at that first contact, the joy welling up inside of me. "Oh God, it's so good to see you!" I say in a low voice into your ear. "Yes, my darling. I waited for you." I pull back and smile at you, making out your features in the darkness, feeling your warm breath on my face. I gaze at your long, brown hair, the familiar pretty face that I love so much, and those warm, soft lips smiling at me. You're wearing a white button-up blouse, tied in a knot at the center, and a pair of jean shorts, your soft legs uncovered all the way down to your deck sneakers. Immediately, I feel the stirrings of arousal in my loins, the power of our mutual attraction making me flush hot with anticipation. I bend my head to yours, and press my warm lips to yours, the kiss, the moment that I have longed for. I feel your body pressing against mine, and wrap my arms around you, pulling you closer to me. The kiss lingers for a few moments, breaking softly, our moist lips clinging. "Lets walk." I say. I take your hand in mine, and pick up the pack with the other, slinging it to my shoulder. Together we walk toward the steps that lead down to the sandy beach. At the last step, we sit and remove our sneakers, placing them into the pack. I stand, take your hand again, and together we move out onto the wide, soft expanse of the beach, our toes sinking in the cool and damp sand with each step. You lose your balance slightly, and lean into me as we walk, both of us laughing as we make our way down to the edge of the sea where the sand is firmer. The moon shines brightly, illuminating the features of the beach, allowing us to make out the shapes of debris and clumps of tangled seaweed at various spots, as we walk slowly, aimlessly, simply enjoying the peaceful roar of the waves. The smell of the sea is intoxicating, and we are both in awe of the natural beauty of this place. Small groups of sandpipers dart around our feet as they continue their endless race up and down the beach, barely avoiding the wetness of each receding wave. I see a clear spot on the sand ahead, and I make my way to it, pulling you along behind me. I drop the pack to the sand, opening the flapped top. Reaching in, I pull out a folded blanket, which I shake out, handing you one corner. Together, we spread it out fully, the strong ocean breeze catching it and pulling it, and we drop it to the sand. Together, we plop to our knees on the blanket, then down onto our butts, snuggling in close to each other. I reach in to the pack again and withdraw a bottle of wine and two glasses. Opening the bottle, I pour us each a small amount, and together we sip, as we gaze out into the solemn darkness of the sea. I set my glass down in the sand, then turn and open my mandolin case, pulling the instrument from its place. I lightly begin to pick at the strings, and softly begin to sing. You gradually recognize the tune; it's "When You say Nothing at All," by Alison Krauss. You start to sing along with me in a soft, almost undetectable voice. The music that comes from us takes on an almost ethereal quality; the sheer beauty of that song, and this moment here in this paradise, suddenly overwhelm us. Setting my mandolin down in its case, I turn my head to face you. "Thank you for coming here with me." You smile. "Thank you… It's beautiful here." There is a short silence between us, and time seems to stand still for a moment, even the ocean, as I bend my head, and kiss your soft lips. You press back against mine, gently, but firmly. I can taste the almost imperceptible hint of salt from the air as my tongue lightly traces the inside of your mouth, my passion rising as I feel your breath against my own. I reach up and place my hand on your shoulder, drawing you nearer to me. We lose ourselves in a longing embrace, our minds and bodies melting together as one. I gently rock, letting both of our bodies fall onto the blanket, our hands caressing each other. I raise my upper body over yours so that I am looking down at you, into your eyes. I lower my head, and kiss your eyelids, your cheeks, kisses that become more and more passionate with each passing moment. My hand moves up your body, and gently cups your right breast through the material of your blouse, my fingers finding their way to your hardening nipple. They make slow, gentle circles around it as I kiss the soft skin of your neck. I slowly, and slightly awkwardly, untie the knot in your blouse, your shirt falling open, exposing your breasts to the cool ocean breeze. My hand moves back to your breasts, and the touch of my fingers sends electricity through your entire body. Your nipples are very hard now, and your body is writhing against mine. My kisses cover your neck, and move slowly down the soft skin of your chest. I move lower and, extending my tongue, lick the very tip of your nipples with it, making circles around the end. I hear you moan softly, and I feel you arch your back toward me. I lower my head, and take the entire nipple into my mouth, starting a persistent sucking, as my tongue darts against it. My hand reaches down, and unsnaps my jeans; roughly pulls them down over my ass with one hand, my hardening cock crying for release from its confines. I kick them off into the sand, my cock bouncing in the night air, rigid with lust. I unbutton my shirt, opening it, exposing my chest to your wandering hands. My hand then slides down your tummy, unsnapping your tight jean shorts, and opens them. You help me slide them down over your ass and legs. We are both naked now, except for your open blouse, and my open shirt. We fall into each other, our bodies meeting in an incredibly passionate embrace, my knees interlocking with your spread legs. I can feel the wetness of your sex against my leg, and I know that you are ready. My hand finds its way to your wetness, my fingers sliding between your pussy lips, probing inside of you, persistently. Your body, at first, stiffens at this intrusion, then begins to move with my hand, as if welcoming it, then begins a wanton writhing. Your moaning increases to a fever pitch as your first orgasm approaches, your body tensing in my arms, legs spread widely, wetness dripping over my fingers. I smile at you as I feel the surge of it, and I kiss you softly, so happy to bring you such joy. You then get up, and push me back on the blanket. I fall to my back, looking up at you, my hard cock sticking straight up in the night air. You give me a wide, mischievous leer, as your hands touch my turgid hardness. My body jumps at your touch, and you wrap both hands around it, squeezing it gently the head swollen above your fingers "Ohhhh God." I moan. "Mmm, you like that, don't you?" you say, in a rough, throaty voice. "Yessss. Please." You bend your head, and stick your tongue out, touching the tip to the hole of my cock, so gently. "OOOOHHH!" The tip of your tongue pushes inside, and starts to move around in a circular motion, as your hands slowly stroke the shaft. My body quivers with lust, and my hips arch toward you. My cock is now a deep purple color, the head swelling even more. You continue this for a while, enjoying my writhing pleasure, then stop. You then lower your hands, and gradually take the entire head of my swollen cock into your mouth, closing your lips over it in a tight seal. You begin to suck. The feeling of pleasure consumes my entire being, as your mouth begins its slow rhythm, up and down, your cheeks caved in with the suction. My hips squirming wildly now, my moans become uncontrollable. "Ohhh God… Stop!" "I'm going to cum!" You keep the slow, methodical rhythm, stroking, sucking hard, wanting to please me with your whole being, wanting to be one with me. I start to cum. My body shakes with wild abandon. Your hand finds my swollen balls, and massages them gently, your fingers kneading them gently. You continue sucking hard, your hand stroking my shaft as you feel it start to quiver, and you feel my hard swollen cock start to cum. "Oooohhh. My God." My eyes clenched shut, I feel the intensity build, then one wave of pleasure after another, as my cock starts to empty into your hungry mouth. You continue sucking until well after my last spasm, your tongue working my softening organ, as if trying to wring every ounce of pleasure from it. You then lick it completely clean, up and down the shaft. I get up on my knees, and pull you to me. I pull your head to mine, and kiss you deeply, tasting my own cum in the kiss. I then lower your body down to the blanket, onto your back, your eager eyes looking up at me in anticipation. I smile at you, and move down your body, pushing your legs apart. Bending my head, I kiss the skin of your soft legs, caressing it. I can smell your arousal, the strong scent of female passion that brings out the animal lust in me. I lower my head, and kiss the soft lips of your pussy, tasting you. Your body jumps at the initial touch of my tongue, and I can feel your legs quivering. I push my tongue into you deeper, caressing your clitoris with it, enjoying the scent, breathing it in. Much to my amazement, I feel my cock starting to harden again. Your legs soon begin to tremble, and I know that this is another fast-approaching orgasm. This arouses me even more, knowing that I am bringing you so much pleasure. I hold your ass and thighs tightly, as the waves of ecstasy wash over you, my mouth clamped over your pussy. I continue to lick and suck your wetness until you stop shaking, and your body relaxes. Feeling my cock hardening again, I slide up your body, kissing you. I raise my upper body up on my arms, and slide my hard cock into you, slowly, your pussy inviting me in, the muscles contracting, and pulling. "Ohhhh GOD!" you moan. "Urrrrgg!" I start my rhythm, my hips moving, my hard cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy. I look down into your eyes, smiling, loving this moment of communion, our bodies locked together in animal passion. The warm ocean breeze blows through your hair, and I think, at that moment, that you are the most beautiful creature on earth. My hips pound against you, moving your whole body with each thrust, my passion and lust building more and more. Your moans grow even louder, as my hard cock brings you closer and closer to yet another release. "Ohh God, I'm cumming!" you moan. At the same time, I feel my orgasm building, growing closer with each long, deep thrust. "OOOOHHH God!" I moan, as the familiar intensity of orgasm washes over me, and my cock surges with release. Our bodies move together, lost in absolute pleasure. I hold you close, as I pump into you, my lips locked to yours. As the feeling subsides, I roll off of you, and we both gaze at the stars, lost in the silence of utter relaxation. "There are so many stars," you say, in a soft voice. "Yes. They are the only witnesses to our beach encounter." You smile at me, and I return it with, "I love you." Together we get dressed, and, arm in arm, walk back toward the pavilion, the sky turning the rose red of dawn. Beach Encounter "Hiya, big boy," she said sitting down beside me on the beach. "Mind if I share your sunshade?" "Of course not, gorgeous," I replied. "Are you going to sit on my towel or my lap?" "On your towel, of course. How can I admire the bulge in your shorts if I sit on it?" she asked. "You say the nicest things. You have a couple of rather splendid bulges yourself that I'd like to get to grips with." "You like them? I was worried that my costume was too small. What do you think?" "Just right! Plenty of luscious bare curves to ogle and the hint of a nipple sets it off to perfection." "Yeah, well if I go in the sea you'll notice more than just a hint." "I must remember to get you soaking wet someday so I can check them out." "I think I'm getting wet already, big boy," she said, sitting cross-legged and giving me a great view of the tiny crotch of her bikini thong. "Doesn't show yet so I'll have to work on you a bit more." "Please do. Don't you feel a little cramped inside those bathers? I mean, is there a danger that something might burst out if you look at me for too long?" "Definitely! If I were not wearing this you'd know exactly what I thought of your appearance without asking." "Wow, would it stick right up?" "The word flagpole comes to mind!" "Get it out and let me hold it for you!" "Unfortunately this is not a nude beach so it looks like we're both out of luck." "No, you're in luck. I can take off my top, if you don't object. It's not hiding much anyway and I do so hate those tan lines." "I'll try not to object. The exact shape of your breasts is on display anyway; only your nipples retain some secrets." "Not for much longer!" She whipped off her top with a flourish and thrust her bare breasts towards me. "What do you think of them?" she asked. "Oh they're gorgeous!" I said, goggle-eyed. "I just know I could suckle your nipples and die happy." "You don't think they're too pale, do you?" "Of course not; they look delicious! Just lean over this way and I'll rub some sun lotion into them. You'll have rich brown nipples in no time." "Are you sure this isn't just an excuse to grope me?" "It certainly is an excuse to grope you. What do you expect of a horny man? "Well, that's OK, then! I'll sit with my back to you and press my bottom into your big bulge. You put your arms around me and rub that stuff into my breasts. That way we can both have a good feel round." She duly crushed her backside against my cock and I cupped her breasts. Sometime later I remembered to put some lotion into my hands, but she didn't seem to mind me feeling her up first. I paid special attention to putting lotion on her nipples and, to my joy, they stood proudly erect, poking into my hands stiffly. "I think you're enjoying this," I accused her. "Don't you just hate it when your body betrays your sexual state? When can I check on your sexual state?" she said putting her hands behind her and grasping my cock through my shorts. In a couple of moments I was pointing north. "When I'm sure that you can handle it," I replied, reaching around to the crotch of her thong. "Mmm, I do believe it's a little damp here." "At last you've noticed! What should we do about it?" she said, parting her legs. "Make it worse! No, make it a lot worse! Make it a raging torrent of uncontrolled passion and lust." "The third option would be my choice, big boy. But how will you do that?" "As a starter I shall do this," I said pushing aside the tight narrow crotch of her thong. I began fingering her damp sex and I felt her body quivering slightly. "These are the hors d'euvres, you know. A sort of appetiser for what comes later." "I think I might cum now, never mind later!" "I think you should cum both now and later because I want to see how much lust I can unleash! Do you make much noise when you cum, gorgeous?" "Keep doing that and you'll find out!" I had found her clitoris and was working it vigorously. She was extremely wet and squirmed in my lap. She began panting, trying not to cry out and tell the other people how close she was to cumming. I popped the end of one finger into her. "Why don't you just let go and show them how much you're enjoying yourself on the beach?" I asked her. She shook her head in defiance, but then suddenly lost it as she twice yelled, "Yes!" Several people turned around, but by then I had both hands back cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. "She's so excitable," I told the nearest passers-by. "You sex fiend! You made me cum in public!" "Do try to be more gracious with your thanks. Like me to do it again?" "As often as possible!" Beach Encounter A much needed break they said. Ha, I thought! What did they know? But before I knew it, I was packed and jetting out. A week by myself and a chance to recharge my batteries. Ok, so maybe I had been overdoing things at the office. Maybe this week by the sea would help clear the cobwebs. Rejuvenate my weary soul and inspire me to greater things. I arrived late in the evening when I checked into my hotel. It was not until morning that I got a chance to see where my employees had sent me. Climbing out of bed, I drew back the curtains and stepped out onto the balcony of my room. The sight that greeted me was breathtaking. The sea filled the horizon, laced with a golden sandy beach, which stopped just short of the hotel wall beneath me. The beach was flat and smooth and wet as the tide ebbed across it. To the left of the beach, the sand rose sharply, forming large dunes mixed with wild grass. I showered and took breakfast in the hotel's dining room. Returning to my room, I changed into my light cotton shorts and sandals, before heading out in search of some peace and quiet, armed with a beach towel and the detective novel I had started reading on the plane. The beach itself was already getting busy with screaming kids, so I decided that the sand dunes offered the best chance of finding seclusion. The dunes rose and dipped like a line of camels. At the top of the first I saw that they extended for many kilometres around the bay. Despite their natural beauty, they seemed unpopular with the rest of the community, for there appeared to be no one around. I dropped down three or four dunes and up out the other side as I continued to walk away from the beach. I figured I could take my pick, so long as I was out of earshot of the madding crowds I'd left behind. Finding a suitable resting place, I spread out my towel and lay down, opening my book at the start of chapter two. I paused for a moment, trying to recall what had happened in chapter one. Seagulls circled overhead, squawking as they flew. I reached the bottom of the page and turned. The squawking continued to bother my subconscious, forcing me to suddenly look up. To my amazement there were no birds in view. And as I listened more closely, I realised that the squawking of the birds had now become a lighter sound. The sound of heavy breathing, mixed with the pleasant sound of a woman's moaning. I smiled to myself. Just my luck I thought. Trust me to set up camp next to Mr and Mrs Horny. I turned back to my book and tried to concentrate. But the breathing and the moaning played on my mind. It grew louder in my ears, not because the woman was getting noisier, more because I couldn't help but focus on it. In the end, my curiosity got the better of me. Crawling on my hands and knees I made my way up the side of my dune, treading softly as I neared the top to avoid causing a landslide. Peering down the neighbouring dune I was met with the most erotic sight. Less than ten metres from me lay the most beautiful girl I'd seen since my arrival at the resort. And she was alone! Totally naked, she was bathed in the shadow of a brightly coloured parasol, protecting her from the sun. Her arms outstretched, she was a golden brown all over. Her head held back, her breasts firm and her nipples erect to the sky, she continued to moan. And it was clear to see why. Her legs were tightly wrapped around the pole of the parasol; her hips rising up it with a smooth stroking action, then falling suddenly, the cheeks of her bum greeting their imprint in the sand with utmost precision. Her beautifully formed feet were closest to me and as I watched her continue to rub herself against the white plastic pole, I felt a stirring in my shorts. She was oblivious to my gazing eyes as she continued to grind herself against her chosen instrument of pleasure. As if beckoning to my wishes, she suddenly unwrapped her legs from around the parasol, allowing me to catch sight of her pussy for the first time. It glistened in the sunlight as she held her legs apart. Her lips coated in juice, her aching clit rose between them. I could almost feel it pulsating; throbbing from all the activity it was receiving. With her legs still wide apart, she inched her way closer to the pole once again and I watched as her lips engulfed it once more. She let out a sigh as she made contact and started to slide up and down again. As I watched, she took one hand and began fingering herself, massaging her clit. I lay mesmerised as she coated her fingers in her sticky sex. Almost absent-mindedly, she brought her hand to her mouth and delicately licked her fingers clean. But she was soon back to the matter in hand. All the while, my penis stiffened in my shorts. For a moment I awoke from my trance and realised that I too had been making circling motions in the sand with my loins. And in the ten minutes that I had been watching, I had forged a burrow deep into the sand, subconsciously fucking the side of the dune that kept me hidden from her. Suddenly another seagull flew by overhead and let out a shriek. We both looked up in fright together and our eyes met. We froze, each gazing at the other, paralysed. As the sun beat down on me I felt beads of sweat run down my face as I stared at her motionless body; her legs still wide apart; her silky wet pussy looking up at me; her eyes locked onto mine. My penis throbbed deep in the sand as I considered what to do next. As the moments ticked by, we continued to stare at each other. The beads of sweat fell more rapidly down my face. She remained motionless, her eyes fixed on mine. We seemed to be playing mind games with each other. Upon being discovered, I initially felt the self-conscious one. After all, I was the intruder, the voyeur to this very private activity. But as we continued to gaze into each other's eyes, neither one of us moving, a feeling of superiority came over me. Suddenly I felt no shame for having sneaked into this girl's private affairs. If she wanted to perform in this way, out in the open, then she should expect to be discovered and embarrassed. As if reading my thoughts, a wry smile suddenly came across her face. Her mouth opened slightly as if she were about to speak, but she then thought better of it. Instead, and to my utmost surprise, she lowered her head back down on the golden sand, opened her legs as wide as she could and continued to caress herself. Now fully aware of the eyes upon her, she delicately massaged her clit, moistening herself every so often by dipping her fingers deep inside her and coating herself in her wet juice. My penis throbbed deep inside my shorts as I watched her fingers working around herself. As her body began to writhe I shot a glance up to her face and realised that she was still watching me as she continued to masturbate. She had definitely won back the upper hand. She was now totally in control of the situation. I was paying the price for being a peeping tom. If I retreated now I would be ridiculed in her eyes. Having been discovered, she was now daring me to stay for the whole performance. However, I did not have to wait long. She had, after all, been playing with herself for some time now and as her writhing in the sand intensified I sensed she was close. Her eyes transfixed on mine, her fingers continually encircling her clit in swift delicate motions, her breasts heaving as her body rose higher and higher. She started moaning once more, as if suddenly oblivious to my presence. Her fingers moved about her clit with increased speed. She probed her lips, extracting more and more of her wet sticky juice. Her buttocks slapped against the sand as her hips thrashed wildly with excitement. And then she froze. She closed her eyes and arched her back. And then she came. Her body trembled violently as she let out a long groan. I was sure she wanted to let go and scream the place down, but she managed to control herself elegantly. As her fingers slowed around her pulsating clit, her legs kicked out in the sand, sending it flying everywhere about her. She controlled her climb down majestically. She lay motionless for some time, soaking up the experience. I continued to look on, somewhat awkwardly. And then she sat up, picked up the glass by her side and took a long sip of her drink. Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she replaced the glass and took up a position on her side, face on to me, supporting her head on one hand, her elbow deep in the sand. Staring at me, the expression on her face said it all. "Your move." I studied the expression on her face for what seemed like a minute. I knew what I had to do. And in fact I knew what I wanted to do. But in my frozen state, I lacked the inertia to make a move. And then as if in a trance I eased myself up onto my knees and before I realised it I was crawling down the side of the dune towards her, dragging my erect penis between my legs. Gazing into her eyes as I made my way towards her, her expression remained the same. "Your move," it continued to taunt. I stopped some four metres from her and sat down in front of her. Still no change of expression on her face, she was beginning to annoy me. This girl wanted blood! Dressed in only my shorts and boxers, the bulge between my legs was very evident. Her eyes lowered and my throbbing intensified. Looking back up at me, she let slip a small smile and raised an eyebrow. And then a look that said "I'm waiting." Obligingly, I rose to my feet and seductively unbuttoned the four buttons of my shorts and let them fall to the sand, revealing the outline of my stiff penis within my white cotton boxers. At my action, she tried to maintain a fixed expression, but I detected an air of excitement in her body. She adjusted her pose, as if trying to make herself more comfortable for what she knew was to follow. Giving herself little time to compose herself, I slipped my hands inside my boxers and lowered them to the floor and promptly sat down and spread my legs in front of her. My tight balls lay neatly in the sand, my penis rising long and hard from above them, wavering with each pulsating quiver. It was an electric sensation. I began to sense the feeling she must have felt exhibiting for me. I felt totally at ease with myself, naked in front of this beautiful stranger. Easing my buttocks forward slightly, I was able to raise myself upwards, as if trying to thrust myself towards her. Keen to give the performance of my life, I wanted her to see my balls and my anus as well as my penis. I could sense her eyes all over me, it sent a shiver down my spine. Placing my right hand on the inner thigh of my right leg, I slowly slid it down to my balls and gently started caressing them. I loved this sensation at the best of times, on this occasion as soon as my fingers made contact I knew I would be cumming very quickly. My left hand moved down my stomach and found my penis. I held it firmly and pulled back my foreskin, revealing my velvet purple tip. I was sure I saw her lick her lips ever so slightly at this first sight of me like this. I took my hand away for a few seconds to let her digest the image of me there in front of her. And then I began. Taking myself in my hand once more, I began to stroke myself up and down, long and slow, forming circling motions as I did so. As I continued to caress my balls and probe the entrance of my anus with my right hand, my left pulled away at my penis in an act of self-milking. She watched in fascination as I continued to ease myself up and down with the firm grip I had on myself. My legs wide apart I tried to leave nothing to her imagination as I engaged in self-abuse, a ritual usually reserved for privacy. As I climbed nearer to my goal, I felt myself drying in the heat of the sun. Pulling my foreskin back as far as I could, I leaned over and dribbled as much saliva as I could muster all over myself. I looked across at her for a reaction and she smiled, as if to say "I wish I could have done that for you". But this was a one-man show. We both knew that. Well lubricated once more, I resumed the stroking action whilst continuing to caress my aching balls. Each pull at myself brought me closer as I gazed into her eyes, trying to convey the message that what I was about to deliver was entirely for her. With amazement, she read my mind, for she suddenly got to her knees and started crawling towards me. As she neared, my strokes intensified, my shiny head looking up at me eager to shoot. We both knew the ground rules. There was to be no bodily contact. Skilfully, she positioned herself in front of me, sliding her legs under mine, which were still outstretched. She lay back in the sand and stared up at me, my penis no further than 20 centimetres from her silky wet pussy, which still glistened from its earlier orgasm. Staring into her gorgeously wet lips I stroked away at myself and caressed my balls, careful not to make contact with her. Overwhelmingly, I looked from my throbbing head, to the gaze of her eyes on me, to her gaping wet pussy as I began to pull at myself faster and faster. In the heat of the frenzy, she suddenly made a move and placed one of her hands between her legs and began caressing her clit once more. As we stroked at ourselves in unison, our eyes were glued to each other as if we were madly in love. My performance so far must have turned her on immensely, for she soon began groaning as she motioned her hand about herself with increased friction. Seeing her masturbate like this at such close quarters became too much for me and I felt myself preparing to shoot. Holding off as long as I could, I felt her body tremble beneath mine as she let out a long piercing scream, still staring into my eyes. As if this was my signal, I made one final pull on my shaft and held myself up to her and as she turned her eyes on me. With her second orgasm subsiding, I fired once and as my body shuddered with the recoil, a ball of my creamy cum flew up into the air, spiralling as it projected its way towards her, before peppering her stomach. Before it had made contact with her, the second was on its way as I let out an uncontrollable groan. This travelled higher and further and streaked across her breasts, some of it finding its way under her chin. In rapid succession, I emptied myself all over her body. Lines of my juice appeared as if from nowhere across her thighs, her stomach and in her faint pubic hair. As each shot met her silky skin, she let out a cool sigh of delight. The smile on her face said it all. This was a dirty act of the highest pleasure. As if in an act of final conquest my final creamy spurt left the now gaping hole of my penis and nestled sweetly between her sticky lips. This gave her cause to let out the biggest sigh of all. She quickly placed one hand between her legs and massaged my freshly squeezed cum into herself, effectively mixing our juices. With her other hand she rubbed my creamy streaks all over her body, into her breasts and all around her neck. Within seconds all evidence of my orgasm had evaporated into the midday sun. We lay there together, motionless, still eyeing each other for a reaction. After a while I felt my penis begin to wilt and this seemed to signal the end of our game. Without saying a word, I stood up and picked up my shorts and boxers. I towered above her for a few seconds, digesting her final thoughts on the matter, before turning away and making my way up the side of the dune and back to my own world once again.