3 comments/ 35845 views/ 3 favorites Beach Getaway By: Annika38 It had been a long full day. Teaching at the university had its pluses and minuses but one thing was for sure, the long days on your feet definitely wore you out. That was behind me now. There was still enough warmth in the air and sun in the sky to hit the beach and wind down. I knew the perfect place to get away from the crowds. It's a tiny little isolated beach tucked in between two large outcroppings of the rocky shore. A little local knowledge that I keep to myself. It's a bit of a scramble to get there but well worth it. I'd been dreaming of the sun's glow warming my naked body for days now. I had my bottle of wine. I had my favorite tanning oil. As I started to lay out my towel on the empty beach I realized I didn't even hate my body right now. The summer's training for the fall soccer season has paid off. I let my hands run up the sides of my taut stomach and slowly felt the heaviness of my breasts in the underside of each hand. I hesitated and then gave each nipple a playful long tug, perhaps enjoying the erotic feel of my nipples being stretched a little too long and a little too much. But damnit, there is nothing that compares with the feeling of warm sun beating down on hard nipples. But its time for my little ritual. I'm not one of those women who likes to primp and preen too much, but there is a time and a place to take care of your body. The oil I'd brought was a little splurge. Ghastly expensive, but its thick sensual feel combined with a smell that reminded me of the tropics after a monsoon shower made it irresistible. My habit was to dab the oil in a spot and then work it into my skin with an almost religious zeal. Over and over until that one spot was aching from the attention. It caused each location I applied the oil to become alive and almost inflamed with sensation. The overall effect was to send me into sensory overload. I loved to lay on the beach afterwards, holding absolutely still and feeling my body tingle and throb while the sun beat down on my naked flesh. But today something was different. Instead of having each individual part of my body react to the massage, every touch seemed to cause a throbbing sensation in my loins. It could have been that I had just shaved this morning. I'd decided that I needed to break out of my regular habits. I decided to do something a little different and took the shaving a little further than usual. OK, I'd actually shaved every last hair I could find. Now I think I was paying the price. I'd forgotten the absolutely sensual feeling of newly naked skin. Throughout the day I'd secretly slipped my hand into my panties just to have the sensation of my fingers against that freshly naked skin. Now with no cloths on, it was almost as if the wind was trying to seduce me. Even the gentle breezes were causing my clit to become inflamed. All right, maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the sensation of that warm oil permeating my body or maybe it was just the fact that I hadn't gotten laid in over a month, but my cunt had started to ache in a way that was not going to be ignored. A quick look around assured me that I was still alone. Well, I HAD missed a couple of spots with the oil. I laid flat on my back with the ocean at my feet. I teased myself with the oil, holding the bottle a good foot above my pussy and then letting it drop one golden drop at a time. I could watch each drop glisten and fall only to jump when the trajectory of the oil hit too close to my engorged button. Finally my hands moved to my stomach, spreading the oil over my inner thighs and lower belly. Teasing myself, playing with the moment I know was coming. I deep roar started inside my head when my fingers finally found my thick, full lips. It had taken me some time as an adolescent to come to grips with my physical body. I had always wanted to be delicate and girlish. My vulva and clit never fit my self-image properly, but as a woman I'd learned to embrace this part of me. My lips are large and when I'm turned on, my clitoris swells to the size of a small grape. And let me tell you, right now, I was TURNED ON. In the intensity of the moment I'd suddenly found myself in a place where I was using my forefinger and thumb to pull the hood of my clit back and forth, squeezing every so gently as I moved the tender pink skin up and down. My other hand was not so gentle. I was struggling to get a third finger deep inside myself. I had that feeling you get sometimes where you can just not be full enough. Each downward thrust made me feel more full and closer to extreme satisfaction. But a sudden sound made my heart drop into my stomach. It was a rock tumbling down the nearby hillside. Someone was coming. Lucky for me she had not crested the butte when the rock was sent flying. I was able to gain some sort of composure before I saw a head pop above the edge of the rocks. It didn't take long before my composure was out the window again. I quickly recognized the woman coming over the rocks as one of the graduate students in my sociology class. There wasn't any room to hide on this beach, I'd have to make the best of it. Shannon is actually one of my favorite students. She is bright but slightly shy with the tendency to defer attention from herself. It always seems that her intellectual pursuits take priority over the physical things in life. She doesn't wear makeup and her clothing always seems more to hide than accentuate. As we exchanged our surprised hellos and various pleasantries I couldn't get over the feeling that she kept trying to make inconspicuous glances down. I guess I could see why as my brief glace revealed that my clit was still poking well outside its little red hood and the excess oil made it glisten in the sun. She set up her blanket next to mine and proceeded to get comfortable. I soon realized that her abilities stretched far beyond the intellectual to that of camouflage as well. As she stripped down, she exposed an absolutely stunning body. Broad shoulders accentuated and held high her large firm breasts. Her torso tapered quickly to a narrow flat waist and then out again to full womanly hips. Three things about her caused me to stare almost obscenely at her body as she undressed. The first was a brilliant gold barbell nipple piercing. Her deep brown nipples seemed to set off the shine on the metal. Second was a delicate Japanese influenced tattoo of a stylized bird of paradise with long gossamer feathers that ran down past her bikini line to the edge of her delicate lips. The third I noticed as she removed her top. Although her pussy was fully shaved, her underarms had a tangle of long delicate blond hair. The juxtaposition of the shaved and the unshaved caused me to give an involuntary shiver. It seems we had a lot in common, she too had brought a bottle of wine to the beach. She too would rather hide from the maddening crowd. She too seemed to be a creature that reveled in the sensual nature that the beach can nurture. The wine flowed and the conversation followed. I found out more about the life of our university students in that time on the beach than the in whole semester I'd spent at the University. Although I am only thirty-three, I still felt a world apart from the students at school. Shannon bridged that gap for me talking both from the world of books and the world of the flesh. But even with all the giggles and the constant run of conversation, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was still glancing at me in ways that belayed a steamier subtext. I could blame it on the wine again or the constant ache coming from my unfinished masturbation, but I really think it was pure lust for Shannon that made me ask if she wanted to try my new oil. I'd never really lusted after a woman before. I'd looked at women and appreciated their bodies, their personalities, their sense of style but never with this kind of pure and unadulterated lust. I told her to lay on her stomach. I threw my leg over her gorgeous full backside so that I had each of my inner thighs pushed tight against the sides of her ass. I watched in amazement as the oil hit her shoulders and back turning her tan skin two shades deeper. I ran my fingers over her shoulders, down her spine to where her backside started to rise and then back. The first soft moan that escaped her lips only served to embolden me. I risked running my hands along the side of her breasts just to see if they were as firm and sensual as the looked. My fingers then moved to her underarms and danced in the downy fur. So soft and different that my finger stayed and gave gentle tugs and pulls, eliciting a new set of sounds from Shannon. A more intimate set of sounds. A strange sensation caused me to lean back slightly and look down to where our two bodies met. What I saw almost embarrassed me but in the end seemed to drive me to a new level of passion. My clitoris had become so swollen and erect that it jutted out from my body. I'd never seen my body in such an aroused state. Ever so slowly I started to move my hips forward watching with erotic fascination as our slick oiled flesh touched and parted. It all cascaded down on me – we were two naked women on an open beach and I was masturbating myself against Shannon's sweet full ass. Let me tell you, some realizations can set you on fire. The moment broke as Shannon rolled over. She grabbed me and pushed me forcefully to the ground, back to the sand. She grabbed both of my legs bringing my calves up to her shoulders. "two can play at that game" was all she said as she started to grind her crotch against mine. She moved her hips in a way that told me she'd been in this position before. I didn't care. It felt like heaven. The way she positioned her sopping cunt against my open lips and then slid up and down. The little herky jerky hitches she made with her hips that took me closer to the edge and then the way, as I reached the edge of the abyss, she pulled her body quickly back and thrust three fingers deep inside me. Hard rapid thrusts that would not stop. Fucking me with the ferocity of a feral animal until I fell screaming over the edge, the wild spasms of my cunt trying to grab her hand and pull it further into me. I fell back panting and spent. My body wanting to do nothing more than go fetal, pull myself into a tight ball and try to process what had just happened. But Shannon's gentle kisses at the side of my neck brought me back to my senses. The smoldering intense look had diminished and been replaced by something warm and gentle. We lay close against each other as the sun sank into the ocean, watching the final light of the day. It was a beautiful thing sunsets, the fire melting away to nothing. I think I have a new appreciation for them. Beach Getaway Sunny lay out in the warm summer sun. Dragging her toes in the sand as the hammock swung lazily in the breeze. Her eyes were closed, she was lost in her own little world. The warm summer wind blew her light flouncy skirt up over her thighs and she reached to push it back down when she felt his light touch on her wrist. 'Don't' was all he said, and she opened her eyes. Chris was standing over her with a smile on his face. His beautiful tanned face was unshaven, and he looked like a true island boy with his sun lightened hair and sunglasses. They had decided to spend the summer on the island after they both had very devastating circumstances in their lives. Sunny had lost most of her co-workers in the 9/11 attacks and was granted time off to recover. Chris had built their home with his own two hands and a lot of blood and tears went into every board and nail....but a late autumn storm had came and ripped it to pieces. Sunny cried for months over all that had happened to them. Chris was her rock and when he surprised her with the trip of a life time...she couldn't wait to pack. The private little beach and cottage was perfect. When he took her by the hand and led her to the front door after they arrived from the airport, she was speechless. The shade of the palm trees that held the hammock was creating beams of dancing sunlight that played over Sunny's brown hair. She moved her leg and patted the hammock, and Chris came and lay down next to her and she curled into his arms. It was as if they were cut from the same cloth...she fit against his body like they were one. She ran her hands over the light covering of hair on his chest and took in his scent. He was intoxicating to her. She couldn't believe after all the years they had been together, he still had this kind of effect on her. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. 'How are you feeling after a few weeks here?' he said softly. She pondered his question for a moment, then she giggled. 'I feel like I never want to go home.' His easy laugh was music to her ears. The lay for a what seemed like hours in silence, just watching the white clouds roll slowly across the baby blue sky. She draped her long leg over his and shifted her weight so she could look up at him. Locked in his gaze she couldn't resist him and leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips. He said 'Come with me,' and he carefully got up and led her down the beach. 'I found this place the other day and wanted to show you, but haven't had the chance.' The shoreline curved sharply and he led her up a small hill. There was a cave on the ridge where he had spread a blanket and a picnic basket laid out. "Chris!' she gasped, 'Its beautiful!', looking out at the crashing waves and the view that went on forever. He came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. She let her head rest on his shoulder and took in a deep breath. He kissed her softly on the neck and on her bare shoulder. He turned her around and slide his hands up inside her white gauzy blouse. She knew he loved to see her shoulders, so she had many shirts, like this one, that hung low off her shoulders. As they kissed he ran his warm hands up her back and smiled to himself as he felt that she had no bra on. 'Are you hungry?' he asked, glancing at the picnic basket. She smiled, 'Yes, in more ways then one' and giggled. He loved to hear her laugh, it had been so long since she had. He helped her down on the blanket, and the pillows he has laid out so she could prop herself up. They had lunch and talked about the trip to the mainland they had planned for the next day, and the native people that they had met on their last trip. The bright summer sun suddenly was covered by clouds. Storms were not uncommon to brew up quickly and rock the sky, then blow out just as fast as they rolled in. Chris pulled off his sunglasses his bright eyes looked out over the ocean. 'Looks like this one could be a nasty one, maybe we should head back.' He gathered everything up in the blanket and they headed back down the hill. The rain began to fall and they ran all the way back. Sunny and Chris were screaming and laughing as they reached the door. She was quite a site to him. Her long brown hair dripped and her drenched clothes stuck to every inch of her body and were all but see-through. She noticed he wasn't laughing anymore and she spun on her heels to look at him. He was standing still, just staring at her. She cocked her head to the side slightly, 'What?' she asked quizzically. 'You,' he said, and walked over to her and scooped her up in his arms. He took her to their room and set her gently on the floor, and began to strip off her wet clothes. She hadn't seen him this excited since their honeymoon, which only fueled her own passions. Her small fingers quickly worked his buttons open and threw his shirt to the floor. He pulled her wet skirt down to the floor, and he looked up at her, completely naked before him. She bent down and ran her hands over his wet face and he began to kiss his way up her body, then he lifted her up and lay her down on the bed. He gently placed her on the pillows and she started to say something. He knew she was thinking of her wet hair soaking the pillows, she was always thinking about little things like that. He put his finger over her lips. 'Shhhhh, its not important.' She knew not to say anything more. He took her hands and pushed them up over her head, and began to cover her body with light, gentle kisses. The winds howled through the windows and across her naked wet body, and with his soft lips on her, she shivered. Her nipples hardened as his lips grazed them. She arched her back, wanting him to touch them again, and he knew what she wanted, and obliged her. He took her red ruby nipples into his mouth, and her breath caught in her throat. She gripped the pillows and writhed under him. He was a very aggressive lover, which she loved. She needed a strong man to take care of her. She opened her eyes and looked at him, his hazel eyes were shining even as the storm rocked outside the window. A loud crash of thunder made her jump up, and scream, and she began to tremble, remembering the night their house was devoured by another storm. He grabbed her and cuddled her in his arms. 'Its ok baby' he said in her ear. She was embarrassed by her silly fears, and tried to laugh them off, but when another loud crash sounded and lightening lit the sky she jumped back into his arms once again. He held her for a few minutes more, and she knew she was safe with him. Her hands trailed down his body and to the top of his damp pants. She gently slid her hand inside the waistband and he lifted his hips as she pulled them down. His manhood sprung from his shorts and stood at attention before her. She took him in her hands, and stroked him gently. She got to her hands and knees, her face over his throbbing cock. Leaning in she kissed the head then let her tongue roll down over the top. Chris let out a sigh. Sucking his head gingerly, and stroking his shaft up and down. He pulled her leg up and over his head, exposing her little pink pussy to him. She gasped around his cock in her mouth when he plunged his warm tongue into her slit. She dipped her head down to suck him deeper into his mouth, all the while his tongue probed her very wet pink folds. Their pace quickening together. When she could no longer stand his teasing licks, she got up and straddled his hips. 'Can I ride you?' she asked. She had always asked permission to have sex with him. She loved the feeling of him saying yes or no to her, that he had control of her sexual satisfaction. 'Yes baby', he whispered. She sat up and pulled her lips open to expose her hardened clit, and rubbed it gently as she lowered herself onto his very hard cock. Thunder crashed at that very moment, but instead of jumping in fear she screamed in pleasure. The feel of his large dick inside her always put her over the edge. She pumped her legs and his rod slid in and out of her pussy. She leaned back, reached behind her back and grabbed his ankles, arching her back. He had full view of her as she was impaled on him. In and out, up and down, she rode him. Her loud moans of pleasure drowning out the sound of the wind in the trees. He put his hands on her hips and pushed up into her, she screams again. Her rhythm quickens. The juices from her pussy slides down his dick as he pushes into her deeper and harder. Rocking her hips, he knows she is nearing orgasm, so he flips her over and on to her hands and knees. He pushes back into her and spanks her raised bottom. She is desperately gripping the sheets, crying out as he bottoms out in her tiny pussy. 'FUCK ME!' she yells. He knows this wild side of her, she denies it when they talk about it after, but he witnesses it every time they make love. 'FUCK ME HARDER' she screams and he drives into her harder. He is nearing orgasm and her shouts only spur him on. Furiously he rams into her and as the first waves of her orgasm crashes over her she slams her ass back against him and he fills her full of cum, sweat dripping down his face and back. Sunny screams out and her body shakes violently. Chris just holds onto her tightly as his own orgasm tightens his muscles. She collapses, and he falls to the bed half on top of her, trying not to crush her tiny body under his entire weight. Panting they lay on the bed totally exhausted, listen to the waves and wind outside the window. Sunny opened her eyes to the setting sun. She still lay naked on the bed, but Chris wasn't with her. She pads, bare foot and naked, down the hall calling his name. 'Chris? Baby? Where are you?' She finds him, standing in only a towel, fresh from the shower, standing in the front window looking at the now calm ocean. Braches and debris lay all over the beach. Sunlight outlining every inch of his body, she goes to him. 'Whatcha thinking about babe?' she asked softly, ducking under his arm to face him. Smiling down at hee he answers, 'Nothing....everything...' his voice trails off and he sighs. She knows not to pry, he sometimes gets quiet and when he does she knows he just needs time. He will talk to her in his own time. The both stand framed in the window, the light of the setting sun warming them, and look out over the vast ocean, and she wishes they could stay here forever...