3 comments/ 18153 views/ 12 favorites Stranger on the Beach By: darkstone57 She walked along the beach in the early morning light and felt the cold water of the Pacific splash over her bare feet. It was a cold, dreary morning in early June and the summer sun had yet to warm either the air or the water. That would come later in the day, when this beach would be filled with bikini covered girls and well tanned men who would ogle the girls like pieces of meat. Which they all were, the human body was nothing more then a piece of meat that was waiting to be served up like an offering to the gods. With a sigh, Leandrea Morris came to pause on a rock over looking the ocean and smiled as she wondered if the poet in her was working harder then usual today. Still, she found little to write prose about as she looked out over the fog shrouded water and heard the cry of a foghorn. They had been coming here every summer for as long as she could remember, spending two weeks in that house back behind her. The big Ivory colored on with gray shutters and trim that her grandfather had built back in the days that he and her grandmother had decided they wanted a retirement home for when they were old and beyond working. Instead, they had bought an RV and were spending all their time on the road, going from place to place. The house remained empty all the year but for the twelve weeks of summer. Buttoned up tightly against the winter winds and driving rains. The last week in May, a couple from the nearby town came and opened it up, then shortly after Leandrea and her family would descend like vultures upon it. For two weeks they would do as the weather dictated. Then they would go home and talk about the trip all summer long until the last two weeks in August when they would come back and the house would hold all her family, aunts, uncles, cousins, and her grandparents. It would be filled to over flowing almost. Today would be a lazy day, one doing little things around the house, running errands into town, and so on. If it was sunny, they would be planning runs up and down the coast line seeing places they had seen a hundred times before, doing things they had done a hundred times before. This was the year she had wanted it to be different. She had looked forward to this summer more then any other in her life. This was the summer she had joined the ranks of her older sisters and brothers. When curfews were lifted and she was allowed to run as wild as they were. This was the summer she had hoped to find a summer romance that would die off as the fall and sanity returned. Instead she knew she faced a summer as boring as all the others before. For three days she had explored the town, and found what she found every summer, the same boring places, the same boring people, the same boring life. Had she really thought...? It wasn't fucking fair, and she wanted to scream it to the world. "It's not fucking fair..." The words escaped her mouth in a low tone then were repeated over and over in a louder voice until she was screaming above the sounds of the ocean. "IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR...!" "No, it's not, but that's how life is." The voice startled her and she slipped off the rock as she turned too suddenly to face the newcomer who had walked up on her unawares. At the same time, she felt a wave crash over her and soak her clothes. "Son of a bitch..." She stood up and looked at the man who stood there. "Didn't anyone ever tell you about sneaking up on people?" He grinned at her, making his ice blue eyes glimmer with amusement. "You were the one screaming at the top of your lungs about it not being fair. Not my fault you didn't notice me. Sorry sweetheart, life isn't fair, but you learn to deal with it. Names Jeremy, what's yours." He held out his hand. "Leandrea and you don't need to tell me it's a stupid name. I know it is, I hate it." "I wasn't going to say a word. So you are staying around here?" She nodded. "See the big house about right past the service station, that's where we are. You aren't local are you?" She had her doubts, he was too suntanned and too well built to be any part of the people around here. "No, just passing through, on my way south. Back to sunny California and warmer water...which reminds me, you must be freezing." She nodded. "Yeah, I need to go home and change. Nice meeting you Jeremy, enjoy your stay." He gave her a smile as he looked her up and down. "I think I will now." With that, he walked off in the direction of the row of the motels down the beach. Leandrea went back to the house to find it alive with activity and after changing into dry clothes she settled down to discover the plans for today. Sure enough, it was as she expected, with a "as weather permits" clause on the list. She went shopping for supplies with her mom, feeling a little surprised as she passed the man from the beach as she wandered around the fruit and produce area. He gave her a smile and she saw again how blue his eyes were, and she noticed how long and slender his fingers where as he examined a melon that was not to big or too small, in truth, she saw it was just about the size of her breasts. He was almost caressing the damn thing as his eyes never left hers. She felt her face blush and went off to find her mom and kid sister. Not that she was able to escape him long. He ended up in line right behind her and as she looked through a tabloid paper, she felt warm breath by her ear. "It's all lies you know, they publish it to tease a person." The way he said tease was almost a caress, and she smiled. "Are you following me?" "Hmm, if I was, would you be mad?" Would she? With a shake of her head, she heard his soft laugh. "Good, because I guess I am. At least in here..." Leandrea felt his hand slip down over the back of her jeans and squeeze her ass cheek so no one would notice. Then his touch turned more caressing and as if he had bumped into her by accident she felt him press the bulge of his jeans into her as well. A small gasp escaped her lips and she felt her body respond. It wasn't until she was helping her mom unload the groceries at home that her mother mentioned something was sticking out of her back pocket. "What is it Lea...?" She unfolded it. A bold hand had scribbled a note. "Sunset Motel, room 19. Come see me and we'll find out if life is fair or not. J" "Oh, just something I picked up at the store mom. No big deal." She shoved it back in her pocket and finished helping with the chores. By then the sun had come out and she went up to change into cooler clothing. What the hell, the worse that could happen was that he was some serial murder, and she'd end up on some coroner's slab. Finding something to wear was a problem. She wanted to look good, but not like some cheap hustler. Not that she had the body for it anyway. She was only a few inches shorter then him and her full body was hardly bikini material. Still, there was one thing...something she had brought on impulse. The skirt was shorter then she normally wore, but the top was what she liked best. It hugged her breasts just right and the skirt hugged her ass in such a way that she liked best. It gave them a softer, rounder look. Telling her mom she was going to go walk around town, she was at the motel in five minutes. He opened the door on the first knock and smiled at her as he saw her standing there. "I was hoping you'd show up. Come on in." He was alone, that was good, and she had seen the motorcycle outside, making her wondered if he was traveling solo. Not that he looked like some of the bikers she had seen back in Portland. Just the long black hair falling past his shoulders, and a chin beard that was more a dusting of hair meeting a mustache that drooped down. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist and hips. It was more evident then before because he was shirtless, and barefoot. She liked the hair that made a v down his stomach to disappear in his low slung jeans. He was watching as she examined him and he smiled. "Honey, with that hungry look in your eyes, you better get in here, before some calls the fire department." Taking her hand, he drew her in, closed the door and pulled her to him. His mouth was as hungry as her eyes and she gave herself up to it with a moan. Her arms went up around his neck and she felt him running his hands up and down her body in a exploring way. When she was able to draw back, she looked at him and smiled. "Am I going to live through this?" He laughed, "only if you don't die of pleasure sweetheart. Though I got to admit you look good enough to eat." He kissed her again and this time his hand slid up her skirt so he could feel her bare skin. At the side of her thong, he traced it around to the front and cupped her already moist mound. "Hmm, you are nice, are you cherry?" She nodded. "Unfortunately..." "Hmm, that just makes it better baby, tells me to take it slow and easy with you." He moved his mouth over the lobe of her ear. "I love the taste of virgin blood honey on my tongue. It's a fetish of mine, I'll pop your cherry then lick it all up before I finish fucking you...Because I have wanted to fuck you something awful since I saw you on the beach. I would have taken you right then and there if it had been warmer." "Would you have really?" "Oh hell yes, I love big girls as much as I love virgin blood." He stroked her face with his finger tips. His longest one moving over her lips as he did. "How long can you stay with me?" "As long as I want, I don't have curfew anymore." "Then call mommy and tell her you got invited to an all night party. I want you to be here with me all night long." His voice was persuasive and she did as he asked. Her mother sounded happy to hear her sounding more cheerful then usual. "Have fun dear, we'll see you tomorrow." When she hung up, Jeremy was holding out a soda and he drew her to the bed. For a while they just talked, and she listened in fascination as he told her about his travels. He had been all over the country and explored both Mexico and Canada since he had left home at sixteen. He loved the freedom of travel and while he admitted it got lonely sometimes, he preferred to travel alone. Now and then he met someone who gave him an urge to stop, but it was seldom more for a day or two. "I was going to leave today, just saying goodbye to the ocean before I headed out this morning. But then we met and I decided to stay another day. So we have to night Leandrea, that's all I can offer you." She was a little sorry, but she found that to expect more from him would be wrong. He was like a lone wolf that hadn't found his pack yet. "Well, then lets not waste it." He ran his hand along her bare leg and up to her hip again. "No, lets not..." This time his kiss was harder and more seductive to her, his hand touching her in a caress that she had never dreamed was possible. In returned she explored his chest and back and felt the strong muscles that were everywhere. When their legs entwined he moved his hand to the mound and pressed his fingers against it harder. With those magnificent fingers, she felt the fabric of her panties pressed against her slit and the clit at the top. As his fingers moved in a swirling motion around it, she looked into his eyes and felt herself being drawn into the blueness of them. She felt was if she was flying in an endless sky of blue and he was taking her places she had never seen before. Her moan escaped as she felt herself being drawn closer to her climax and he saw it as well. "Let it happen Leandrea, cum for me love, soak your panties with the juices that I know you have inside of you." He began to kiss her lips and sunk his tongue between her lips. "Cum Leandrea, let my fingers make you cum for the first of many." His mouth swallowed her cries and she clung to him as the breakers crashed over her. God, she had never cum so strongly before and she felt as it would never end. She barely noticed as time passed and she lost herself in the feel of his hands on her and when she realized that they were both nude, she had no memory of either undressing or being undressed. Not that she cared. He had a beautiful body and she used her mouth and hands to explore it. When she found his cock standing tall and proud, she ran her tongue up and down it partly out of curiosity but also out of an unexpected hunger to taste what would invade her body later. Looking at him with the unasked question in her eyes, he licked his lips and nodded. "Yes, do it love, explore him with your lips and tongue." She swirled her tongue around the head and over the small slit at the top. It was leaking fluid already and she dabbed at it with her tongue. The head was red and swollen and as she tasted him she began to move the hand she had wrapped around him up and down. More fluid escaped and she licked it up with a hunger she hadn't known was in her. "Take him in your mouth love; he wants to be in your mouth as deep as you can take him." He moved his hand in her hair and drew her down so she was taking him inch by inch. She was surprised she could take so much of him without gagging but it was like it belonged there. When she reached her limit, only a couple inches remained and she used her fingers as she had her hand to stroke him. Soon, her head was bouncing up and down on his wonderful cock and she could hardly wait to feel it pop her cherry and spill her virgin blood. Suddenly, he nodded as if to himself. "It's time love, come straddle me and let me in your pussy, let me pop you and take you to the stars..." She moved over him and placed his cock at her opening. His hands gripped her hips and even as she came down, he rose up to meet her. At first he didn't penetrate her, instead he kept his stokes slow and easy as if sensing her need to be wetter and more involved in it before he ripped into her. Even as she felt another climax begin to wash over her, he rose up and this time the pain mixed with her joy of feeling her release. She cried out but not in anguish, instead she begged him for more. "Soon love, soon, give me your blood Leandrea, let me lick it up, take it into my mouth. I want it all." He moved so she was directly over mouth and his tongue began to lick and suck at her wildly. When she felt him go deeply inside of her it was if his tongue was as long as his cock and he was licking in up early bit of her blood and cum. Then she felt more, she felt the sting as if she had been bit by a bee, but it was different too. Oh god, her body was on fire everywhere. He was licking her clit now, and she smashed her pussy down on his face. "Oh lord, Jeremy, yes, now, more love, more, I need more..." Another climax rushed over her and she held his head tight as she fed him her cum mixed with blood left in her pussy. As it began to pass, she felt his tongue softly lick her clit and the sting vanished. She also felt weariness in her that she didn't understand. "Oh Jesus, I think that took more out of me then I expected." "You're just hungry, it's already after ten. Lay back while I get you something to eat." He helped her to lay back on the bed and soon came back with a plate of fresh fruit and a glass of Orange juice. "Eat and drink my love, this will help you recover, I almost took too much from you. But it was so warm, so filling. It's been so long since I found someone who made me feel so well fed." She didn't understand what he was talking about, but it didn't matter. She was losing her worn feeling as he fed her each piece of fruit with his long fingers. The juice was helping as well. Soon she felt better and he held her for a while longer. Before they began to kiss and caress each other. This time when they were both at fever pitch, he pressed into her and began a long, slow movement of in and out of her. What ever pain she had felt was now a forgotten memory, and she gave herself up to it completely. A part of her would miss him, wishing that it was possible for it to be other, but at the same time, she felt a bond between them and she couldn't help feeling that she would see him again. Another time, another place, but they would meet again. He smiled at her as he began to move faster. "The night is waning love; I wish we had more time. But you're right, we will meet again. And sooner then you might think...Now give me one last helping of your cum, of the honey that is in you begging for release. Let our cum mingle and bind us together forever..." Even as she came, she felt that sting again and knew as she came around him just what he was. Her blood mingled with his and as his was given to her body; she knew that he had turned her into his mate. Again he made the sting disappear, but the knowledge was burned in her brain. As he held her before they fell asleep, he stroked her face. "I'm a Day Walker Leandrea; I live off the blood of virgins in the throes of climax. I've never taken a mate before, but I couldn't help myself." "It's okay Jeremy but what happens now." "I could tell you. But it's all something you need to learn on your own. But know this, one day you will feel the call, and I'll be waiting at the end of the road. Until then, sleep love, and know we will meet again." When she woke he was gone, but she didn't feel surprised. Taking a shower, she used the towels he had used and inhaled his scent deeply. It, like the knowledge of what she had become, was firmly etched in her mind. It would be a long lonely road, but she could wait, after all she had all eternity for it to happen. Stranger on the Beach You are sitting on the beach, resting against a large knotted piece of driftwood watching the moonlit waves thinking about the not so subtle hints your longtime girlfriend had been dropping about not having a ring. You had been married before and swore you'd never do it again. Questions swirled through your head: Did you want to take the horrible plunge again? Did you love her enough? Would you end up resenting her for forcing you down the aisle? How long could you string this out with no commitment before she leaves you? Should you leave now? Just rip off this bandage? You are so caught up in your thoughts that you are slightly startled to hear footsteps approaching where you sit. You look over to see a woman walking towards you. You know she doesn't see you leaning against this driftwood; she has eyes only for the waves you were contemplating. She appears heavy at first, but as she moves she gives the impression of vitality, of confidence at odds with your first impression. She is wearing a simple dark tank top and light tiered peasant skirt, but no shoes. Intrigued you take your time to really look at her as she walks towards the ocean and closer to you. You see her hair is long and dark as she tucks it behind her ear against the breeze blowing towards the ocean. Her breasts are heavy and bounce slightly as she walks. Her hips sway in an unconsciously seductive manner. You would guess her somewhere around your age, her vitality may put her younger, but you would bet she was older than she appears with the confidence she carries herself with. As she gets closer, you look away politely sure she will see you any second now. However, she passes you. She pauses and stretches her arms over her head. As she arches her back you notice the full round shape of her ass and the thinness of her waist. She reaches up on her toes and moans at the end of her stretch. You almost make a sound, but hold back. Watching this woman who thinks she is alone is oddly erotic. She stands still, hip cocked one foot resting on top of the other, peacefully gazing out, holding onto one elbow under her breasts. You don't know why but you want to reach up and cup that full meaty ass, to reach around and bring your palms under her ample breasts to feel the weight of them, to reach down and squeeze the softness of her belly, to slide your fingers in the waistband of her peasant skirt... Suddenly she turns around, startled. Startled yourself you flinch; you must have made a sound in your not so silent contemplation of her. Caught off guard you simply say, "Hey." "I'm sorry I didn't see you there," she replies with an odd expression on her face, which stops your reply. She contemplates you as intently as she had contemplated the moonlit waves. How weird this is, you think, but damn she is luscious. Looking at you she smiles shyly, "Why are you looking at me like that?" Dear lord how was I looking at her? Is she blushing? "Ummm, well, uh, yeah, uh," you clear your throat. "Well, you're beautiful," you stammer. She is definitely blushing. "Thanks for that." she says and turns back to the waves. Something has changed in her demeanor though, she's not as open. "Hey, look, I'll leave you alone," you say as you get up. "No, it's ok. I'm just not used to people looking at me like that." she says. And quietly, "Please stay." Did you hear her right? How can she be acting shy and uncertain when before she knew you were there she was so confident? How weird is it that you want to take her right here, right now. Even weirder, why do you have such a hard on? Hopefully she doesn't notice in the moonlight, you certainly don't want to scare her away. You step up to stand beside but slightly behind her realizing that she is significantly shorter than you. You watch her profile as she remains looking out to the waves. While she appears to be staring at the waves you sense that she is looking inward, thinking. Finally she says, "Don't judge Ok?" turning and stepping towards you. Don't judge? What is she talking about? She reaches up while licking her lips to pull your head down towards her. She lays her wet lips on your startled ones. You gasp at the heat and she takes the opportunity to tilt her head and run the tip of her tongue along your slightly parted lips. Is this really happening? Is it a dream? Who cares. You shake off your shock, grab her around her waist and crush her to you. Feeling the fullness of her breasts press against your ribs, you crush your mouth down upon hers slipping your tongue between her lips to taste a lingering hint of cinnamon. She moans into your mouth, heating your flame even hotter. You know she feels your erection pressing against her stomach. One of her hands is at the small of your back slipping under your shirt and into the waistband of your shorts; the other is resting at the side of your neck, thumb caressing your cheek. Your hands are roaming up to the back of her neck to hold her firmly as you devour her mouth and down to cup the roundness of her ass, pressing her more firmly against your hard on. It's now your turn to moan at the pleasure of it all. Is this real? This is so erotic. Where did this woman come from? How did you get so lucky? What is your girlfriend going to think? All of a sudden she breaks away. You think, No! But you see her reaching under her skirt and hastily pulling off her panties. Oh. My. God! She reaches to the front of your shorts to free your erection, how good it feels to not be constricted. She smiles down at the hard on she freed, standing at attention all for her. Not too big, definitely not too small. Your girlfriend says it's the perfect size to feel without hurting, whatever that meant, but he had never had any complaints. She kneels down to give it a wet little kiss, making it jump with need. Pulling you back down by the driftwood you were resting against earlier, she crawls up your body slowly, all the while looking at your smiling lips and into your eyes to plant her lips back on yours like she can't resist them. She hikes up her skirt, her hand on your hard, hard cock guiding it between her legs as she rises up. You inhale and close your eyes as you feel the heat of her sex at the tip of your cock. You hold your breath as you feel her envelope you ever so slowly. A little further, a little further until she reaches the base. She shivers and you can feel her tighten around you as you exhale. With her eyes closed and a sweet smile she grinds a little pressed tight against you. You hold still watching the enjoyment and pure wonder roll across her face. Your plan is to let her do as she pleases, and just watch. Watch this strange woman take pleasure in your body. She continues to grind on your oh so hard cock. Her breathing speeds up. Making little motions, you can feel the head of your erection caressing the base of her canal as she rocks back and forth, back and forth. Gasping, she shivers and constricts harder. Did she just cum? You aren't certain, your girlfriend makes such a production of cumming, this woman seems in less need of unnecessary noises. She opens her eyes; you see such need and desire looking at you. She rises up; you feel the length of her sex as she pulls away, only to slowly lower herself back down, up, down, up, down. She tilts her head back, moans and speeds up. You had intended on letting her have her way with you, but you have never wanted a woman so much. You reach up and grasp her hips, guiding her faster and faster, your hands spasm, gripping her hips so hard you are sure you're leaving bruises but you can't help yourself, and she doesn't seem to mind. You want her, all of her, you want to taste her, lick her. And you are close, too close, but god it feels good. With supreme effort you pull her off your painfully hard erection, rolling her over on her back. It's your turn now. You reach under her grabbing her ass as you lean down and take your first taste of her. Oh lord, she arches her back as your tongue brushes her clit. Oooh, she's sensitive there. You reach your tongue lower entering her sex, she tastes so good, so hot, so wet. You go to town devouring her pussy, inner lips, outer lips, flicking her clit then sucking on it and again and again as she quakes with pleasure. You can't get enough, you feel the subtle changes as her clit swells, her taste is more pronounced. You suck on her inner lips, tugging slightly, move up to her hard little clit to rub firmly up and down with the flat of your tongue. Panting and moaning quietly her hands reach down pressing your mouth firmly against her sex as she comes. Again? But this time hard, bringing her head off the sand her legs squeeze around your ears with an extended mmmmmm of a moan, her body shakes, her fingers dig into your scalp. Finally she arches and releases you. Wow that was fast. You pull back but can't resist and flick her clit with the tip of your tongue, she flinches and cries out. I'm going to have to leave that alone for a second. You sit back on your knees, shorts around your calves and under your ass, her skirt around her waist, but otherwise fully clothed in the moonlight. You haven't even seen the full breasts you had admired. You lean forward onto your elbow, your face even with her chest. You reach up with your other hand, ease her tank top and bra under her mound, to reveal a large shapely breast lined with shiny stretch marks with a large erect nipple. You cup the side of her breast, feeling the weight and shape in the palm of your hand, more than a handful for sure. Leaning down you take her nipple into your mouth swirling your tongue around it. She arches her back pushing you slightly up her body. "Do what you want," she whispers. Do what you want? Oh lord you want it all, every which way possible. "Are you sure?" you ask. She moans and nods her agreement. You smile, give her nipple a little bite, and flip her over on her knees. You pull her ass up higher and she arches her back to expose her wet sex in perfect position for your waiting erection. You pause to admire the twin full moon shapes of her ass below her bunched up peasant skirt; her pussy wet and centered waiting for you. You grab your hard cock, place it on her opening, wrap your hands around her hips and ram it to the base. She cries out, but not in pain. You pump and pump slamming your cock into her, hearing the slap as your sweaty bodies collide. God it feels good, but you want more. You slow down, lick your thumb and place it on her asshole. She gasps. You rub little circles on her anus as you feel her constrict around your cock. She moans, sounding surprised, you would bet she'd never had experienced ass play before. You let her get used to your thumb before slowly sliding it inside. You can feel your cock slide in and out against your thumb inside her tight, tight ass. You pump with your thumb in time with your cock. She moans louder, with her extended mmmmmm moan. You feel her pulsing and constricting around you ready to come again. You feel your body heating up, spreading outwards from your cock. But you want her facing you, to see her face, when she goes again. You turn her over onto her back, fucking her traditional style. But you want her skin on yours; you rip your shirt over your head one handed. You pull her up to sit on your lap, your hand at her lower back, hers around your shoulders, remaining inside her. You tug her tank top over her head, she reaches back to unhook her bra, flinging it off. Her breasts drop slightly without the support of her bra, still wonderfully shapely though. You press your chest against her naked breasts. Wrapping your arm around her, the other braced against the sand, you lean forward stretching out your legs to fuck her with abandon. Her arms around your shoulders, she pulls her legs up wrapping them around your waist, pulling in her stomach, cupping her back and changing the angle. This almost throws you over the edge. You desperately hold back as she moans her pleasure into your shoulder. She can feel how close you are, she reaches up, pulls your head to her, kisses you and whispers, "Let go." Oh lord! She is moaning, panting, grasping at you. You fuck her faster and harder, with full abandon, making what you have always thought were unattractive grunts. You are close, closer, oh god. You start to pull out but her legs hold you tight inside her. You panic a little, then let go as you feel her cum around your cock, you pump another time and release your seed deep inside her. You look into her eyes as you both cum and quake with your release. How odd the look she has on her face, pleasure, wonder, tenderness, and something unidentifiable that intrigues you. You collapse on top of her; you are both sweaty and panting with your exertions, sand plastered to every sweaty part of you. Her arm rests lightly across your back as you shift your weight to the side to make it easier for you both to breathe. You close your eyes completely sated thinking that was the most amazing sexual experience of your life. No way are you marrying your girlfriend. Who is this woman? Where did she come from? Hope this isn't a dream. You doze with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. You open your eyes as you feel her shift out from under you, she smiles sleepily at you lying in the crook of your arm. You feel her finger tips lazily playing along your chest before resting against your cheek, you feel a small smile curve your lips as you slip further into your doze. Sometime later (a minute? an hour?), you startle yourself awake to find that she had slipped away. You sit up looking around to find not a trace of her. Disappointed you stand up brushing the sand off you. Gathering your strewn clothing you notice her panties hanging on the side of the driftwood. You approach intending to bring them to your nose when you notice a phone number scratched into the sand.