She could feel the heat of the blazing sun as she lay there stretched out on the beach. He had taken her, as he had promised, to a nude beach, a part of the National Seashore. But she hadn't expected some of his additional surprises. Her arms were now stretched above her in the sand, a rope running from her wrists, hidden in the sand and affixed to the driftwood log he had suggested they set up next to. She was on her back on the blanket, naked, open, the sun beating down. He had placed wraparound sunglasses on her...he had blacked out the lenses. She knew that they were far enough from others to have some degree of privacy but she was shivering at her vulnerability even as the sun warmed her. He had begun oiling her and whispering to her and it was becoming clear he was going to leave no part untouched.
"I am just getting started," he whispered, his tongue teasing her ear, "and we don't want those sensitive parts to burn, do we?I am going to play with you until you surrender every last vestige of resistance, until you arch up wantonly for my touch," and he pinched both nipples hard with his oiled fingers as he said this .....................
It was hot stretched out in the sun. His hands were relentless, oiling, stroking. His whispering in her ear, his nibbling at her while he oiled her, was unfair. Were there now people around? She didn't think so but she was starting not to care. There were beads of sweat dripping down her armpits and running off her forehead. He teased her about whether she needed to be cooled down. She heard him open the cooler and the she felt the sensation of an ice cube placed on her navel, left there to pool. She felt something on her nipples, so cold, he was brushing them with ice and then using his warm mouth and then working the ice again. All the while he whispered to her about how she was his, how her body told him what she needed, how he was going to prove that. When he had teased her to the point where his every touch seemed to make her jolt or shiver, he took her left leg, lifted it wide and placed it in a hole in the sand he must have dug. From her knee to her foot she felt the coolness of the wetter sand. He put her other leg in a similar hole and told her not to move. She was splayed open obscenely, she knew, her pussy gaping and wet, open for anyone to see. She thought of objecting but she was becoming his and she trusted him. Besides, she was so excited and she wanted to cum so badly...
She realized he had filled in the sand around each leg and she couldn't move or get her legs out easily. There she was, hands clandestinely tied above her, naked, oiled, nipples stiff and her legs spread wide and trapped wide as her glistening pussy gaped open. He like to talk about making her his by making her body surrender and he clearly was on a mission to prove it.
He whispered, "I am going to play with your clit now for as long as I want to. What shall I use, my fingers? This ice? A feather? My tongue? Or, shall I just take your clit in my mouth and give it little bites? And this is just the beginning. I am going to lead you out to the sandbar after you have begged for release and make you cum for me. Then, I am going to continue to play with you out there. I am going to lead you back here and turn you over and play with your other side...we do want you to tan evenly, don't we? And then I am going to lead you back to the dunes and take you properly."
And he started stroking her clit with oiled fingers.
"Do not cum" he added, "until I have allowed it." And he began to work on her. Searching for her edge, her desperation, trying to extract helpless sounds from her. Time stood still. There were only his fingers, his whispering and the oil.
She was now utterly coated in oil, the sweat was rolling off her. The sunglasses kept her in the dark. Would a passerby see her arms were stretched above her? She knew her thighs were agape, obscenely, lewdly and her legs were embedded in the sand. The only relief from the heat was the ice cubes he was using on her. Maddening. Soothing. Thrilling. Sometimes it was ice, sometimes his fingers, sometimes his mouth. She arched towards the touch whether it be cold or warm, teasing or hard. He iced her clit,- had she made audible sounds? Was her shuddering obvious? Was the liquid dripping down her thighs of her own making or from the melting ice. He was relentless, merciless, gentle- all at the same time. He brought her to the edge again and again. Whispering, touching, brushing her. He iced her clit until it numbed and then he took it is his mouth. He made her arch up and offer it. Were people near enough to see? She no longer cared. She was ready to explode.
She felt the ice again on her nipples, stiffening them. And then a pinching on one nipple,and then on the other.
"These little clamps will not hurt, that is, unless you are lax in following me. I am going to release your legs and arms. You are to fold your arms behind your back as if tied. I realize that you cannot see so you are to follow you nipples. You see, my dear, I have tied some fishing line to these clamps, that will be virtually invisible to anyone nearby [do you think anyone is nearby?], and you will follow me, I am quite certain. We are going to the sand bar just across this little lagoon made by the tide. So you will get to cool off a bit as we cross. Remember to keep your arms clasped behind you. Arch your back as you walk and show your clamped nipples proudly to me."
She couldn't stop shuddering and moaning. He released her legs, massaged them and then as he released her arms, kissed her deeply.
"I am going to need your attention to my cock, soon, I can barely contain myself to take you to the water."
He seemed to move away and from a short distance he asked, "Are you ready to cum along?"
She felt a tug on her nipples and she rose carefully. She remembered to clasp her hands as commanded. She realized what a sight she must be. Oiled, back arched, nipples extended and being led (could people see that she was being led?) to the water. He called to her.
"We are at the lagoon, keep you balance as you cross." And he tugged gently. The water was only waist deep. She stepped oh, so carefully. After a long minute she emerged cooled but her pussy was still molten.He reeled her in and kissed her.
"You are going to sit straddling my thigh with your back to the beach so I can feel your wetness on my thigh," he said sitting and he pulled her down slowly by the lead. And then you can hump my thigh and cum for me. And wait for permission to cum because I want to hear you moan as grind your pussy on my thigh."
