The seagulls were shrieking off in the distance, and the wind was infused with the fragrances of spring, it promised to rain tonight, it never got this windy unless there was a storm coming. But for now it was sunny, and wonderfully hot despite the occasional gusts of wind.
I was sitting on a folding chair watching you play in the crystal clear water, splashing, giggling, and letting the waves crash against your back. You call to me and motion for me to join you. But I had forgotten my swim trunks and I wasn't wearing anything underneath my white linen trousers. Ordinarily, getting them wet wouldn't be a problem because the underwear would protect my modesty. But I knew getting wet now would make me transparent for the world to see. You kept calling me - you're voice growing progressively sexier and alluring with every crash of the tide, as though you were a siren enticing me to my death with your song.
With a triumphant smile, I stoically defy your calls.
I shake my head "no" and you smoothly flash a breast at me, which of course makes me grin like a fool. The beach isn't exactly deserted, yet nobody seems to have noticed. So I decide to see what you want and maybe persuade you to come back to the house with me.
I get up and as I begin to walk towards you, I feel myself becoming aroused. The soft linen is caressing my thighs and as I reach the waters edge I can see your eyes staring at my body. You glance up at me and smile expectantly, as though you are positive I'm going to join you in the churning water.
I am already shirtless, the sun is behind me and you can vaguely see the silhouette of my manhood through the linen pants. I am smiling back at you now. Except I don't follow you into the water I hold out my arms for you to join me, clearly skeptical about my intentions you slowly wade towards me. Meanwhile the tide is coming in and the water is beginning to splash around my ankles. I don't move, I just stand there waiting for you to reach my embrace.
Finally, you emerge from the water and saunter into my waiting arms, and I can see that you're getting cold, the electric blue bathing suit you're wearing is powerless to hide your taut nipples, and the goose bumps on your arms somehow accentuates your beauty. I hold your shivering body close to mine, and you can feel my desire pressing against you. I breathe warm air into your hair and feel you shiver with delight, you let out a slight moan into my clavicle, this is the same feeling you get just before you have to pee. But standing here, it feels like a mini orgasm. I put my mouth to your ear and gently kiss the hollow behind it, and at the same time you feel the warm air from my nostrils tickling your neck. It's only at this moment that you feel the moisture from the ocean being replaced by the wetness of desire.
You put your cold arms around me, and feel me stiffen from the shock. But it only serves to bring me closer to you, we are now standing so closely together in our aroused embrace that I am also producing my own wetness. That coupled with the water from your suit has made the front of my pants virtually transparent. I may as well have gotten into the water I think to myself.
Though beyond caring at this point, I continue to nonchalantly caress your lower back down to your perfectly full ass, I can feel you smiling even though I can't see your face and we slowly and mutually begin moving away from the encroaching vacuum of the sea. The realization that although theatrically sexy, making love in the ocean is really not all that easy a feat to accomplish.
I know that you are feeling the same frantic desire for me as I am now experiencing, and the house seems impossibly distant even though it's only a few hundred feet away. The blowing wind continues to freeze the water droplets clinging to our skin, and the orange Sun is reminder that the day will soon be over. I whisper in your ear that we need to get back to the house; you sigh heavily and look into my eyes with such emotion. We are so in love, just the simple act of being together on a beach is erotic. I am instinctively compelled to kiss you, I love the way you kiss, so unhurried, so perfect. Almost immediately I am reminded of my need for you, I look down and we both notice the rhythmic throbbing in my pants. We giggle like children and run to our house.
Our house is beautiful, because you made it so. The design is very modern, a lot of glass, an infinity pool, very colorful landscaping, with tropical flowers of all different varieties. They frame the border of the house in such a way that it seems like an oasis in a vast and barren desert. Every time we come home we marvel at its beauty, and as you climb the adobe stairs to the deck leading to the outside shower, you seem to shimmer like a mirage against the backdrop of our palace, exuding both ethereal beauty and sultry grace. I follow behind to close the privacy gate; I do this just as you pull the shoulder straps of your swimsuit down over your graceful arms and peel it down to the floor.
I stand admiring your nude form while you gently wash the salt and sand from your body. You know I'm watching you and yet you avoid my gaze, and in doing so you make me feel like a voyeur.
It's only after I untie the drawstrings of my pants and methodically remove & fold them do I get your attention. I walk towards you and retrieve a large beach-towel from the linen cabinet along the way.
I stand before you fully nude, and quite aroused, holding the towel open for you to dry off with. You pull the chain and the water stops flowing; I step forward and embrace you with the Sun warmed towel. You gently rub your behind against me and walk seductively through the patio door.
I of course follow you.
I start a fire in the fireplace, and tell you to sit on the comforter I've placed on the floor and wait for me, which you do. I walk into the bathroom and get the cocoa butter, and then into the kitchen. When I emerge with a bottle of Moet I see you smile, as if you are thinking to yourself that this reminds you of a scene out of "The Ladies Man". I put that thought out of my head, as I put down our supplies and light the candles.
Twilight has arrived, and the room is a deep azure, the chimes outside are singing to the arrival of the wind. Their resonating tones fill the room; I walk up to you, and extend my hand for you to take, but you're not looking at my hand.....Your hands gently climb along the length of my thighs, meeting in the middle. I stand still watching you begin to caress my hardness, your hands feel like warm cotton to me. I'm watching your face in the flickering light of the fireplace, and for a fleeting second I see you lick your lips preparing to strike.
I take hold of your face and kneel down to kiss your succulent lips. At the same time I take you into my embrace and stand up. You whimper into my mouth, because I am again changing your plans for me.
Now standing, I free you from the confines of your beach towel. It falls away, pooling at our feet. The space between our bodies begin exuding such moist heat that my glasses actually steam up before I toss them onto the couch. I am so incredibly drawn to you that there must be some kind of bio-magnetic effect happening here because I am finding it so difficult to let you go.
Kissing you has me dizzy, I'm actually holding on to you for my balance. The room is spinning around us. Your body feels like heaven to me. But I have to stop this! I want this night to be perfect for you, yet the anticipation of our release is the ultimate torment for me. It takes all my restraint to break our embrace.
You look at me breathless, I can tell you too are in a swoon, I guide your enticing form onto the comforter, and marvel at your succulence. The contrast between your bronze tanned skin and the lightness of your tan lines is simply breathtaking. I take a moment to kiss your body, starting from the tops of your knees, up your thighs where I can smell your sweet perfume calling me to drink, I stop for a moment at your apex and part your legs, savoring the sensual site of your dew covered petals, I kiss them gently as though they are your actually lips, and hear you gasp sharply, as you raise your hips in hopes of getting more of my mouth to pleasure you, I am smiling deviously now, as I extend my tongue and lightly flick your now protruding bud. I do this only once and continue my journey up your trembling body. I kiss your soft abdomen and stick my tongue into your belly button, causing you to giggle and push my head away from there. I kiss the hollow of your ribcage and lick the shadows underneath your sensitive breasts. You're moaning now, and hearing that causes my erection to grow to the point of straining the thin layer of skin that shrouds the now throbbing muscles underneath. I love your smell after you've been swimming. The salt of the sea compliments your already delicious flavor. I take your protruding nipple into my mouth, holding your breast in my hands delicately – like I am holding the head of a newborn child. I suck lightly at first, and then I taste the faintest hint of what must be milk, and I am suddenly ravenous for more. I subconsciously take the other breast into my hand and squeeze it, and kneed it, and lightly pinch it, not wanting to neglect it from the now intense latching I've established on the other one. I move hungrily over to it and take it into my hands just as gently as I did before, I am elated to get an equally tiny but satisfying amount of your milk into my mouth.
You take my head into your hands and tilt your head back, exposing your elegant neck to me. I kiss it with the softest touch I can manage in my fevered desire for you. I suck and kiss and gently bite, stopping only for a moment to feel your pulse beneath my moist lips.
