During the summer I like to go to the beach, and relax on the shore. I used to have a fantasy that I hoped would happen and it finally has. My fantasy started out with me meeting a goodlooking stranger and taking a stroll in the moonlight along the shoreline, just at the edge of the waters. The water is a dark blue with the reflection of a full moon beaming down upon it. We came across a little cove that had a firepit, and no one around. We decided to have a campfire and sit and watch the fire in front of the waterfront and full moon.
As we chatted, we got more relaxed, but still a little tense. I decided to rub his shoulders a little, and a gentle massage on his back. As I felt him start to get more comfortable I gently kissed his shoulders. I slowly kissed my way up to his neck and earlobes. I sensed that I had struck a nerve since I could feel him tense up and relax. I knew he liked it. I slowly moved around in front of him and we just looked into each others eyes, (after all the eyes are the windows to the soul). There was a moment of silence and I gently kissed his lips and pulled back to get his reaction. Then we both moved in closer for a more passionate kiss. I knew he was ready. He then slid his tongue into my mouth and we both became very intense.
I then started kissing my way down his neck and chest. I nibbled on his nipples oh so softly, then continued kissing my way down. I could feel his whole body tense up as I got closer to his belly button. I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was getting excited. I slowly pulled his pants down, just enough to reveal what he was trying to hold back.
I knew I had to release the passionate beast within him. I slowly pulled his pants all the way off and gently massaged his legs with my fingertips up and down. I then started to softly kiss his legs and make my way up to the best part. Once I was there, I gently wrapped my hand around the shaft and slowly caressed and stroke the already rockhard shaft. I gave the head one quick lick, just to tease him. I felt him tremble, and I used my tongue to swirl around the crown and then lick the entire length of the shaft, and back up. I continued this several times. As I moved to the head I could see there was a droplet on the tip. It was just like the early morning dew forming droplets on the leaves, and I couldn't resist, so I softly licked it. I slowly engulfed the head into my mouth, then the crown, and down to the shaft, as my tongue danced around the head in the process.