It Was a Warm Day

It was a warm day for Long Beach, Vancouver Island. A bit of wind blew in from the ocean, but the sky was almost Mediterranean, with only the occasional cloud sailing by. While happily talking away about everything and anything, we had walked a long way down the hard sand at the waters edge, away from any of the people around the beach access point. It was a gorgeous day! For no apparent reason we had started walking hand in hand for the last 30 minutes or so, which somehow seemed completely natural.

The sun had almost reached its peak high when, without really discussing it, we decided it was time for a break, to have some water and food, and a rest. The sand was soft and warm as we made for a seclude spot between the massive trees and driftwood piled up at the high-water mark from the winter storms. I had a thin blanket in my back-pack, which we spread out in a sunny area hidden well within the driftwood. We each also had our own beach towels, as well as some food, fruit, juice, and water, as well as suntan lotion and other short hike needs.

We ate a quick meal and decided for a little snooze. I took my shirt off to get some tan going, kicked off my sandals and stretched out on my towel. You only took off your sandals. Dozing on my back on my towel I could hear the noise of the massive Pacific surf breaking onto the beach 200 yards away. That sound, combined with the occasional cry of a seagull, and the smell of ocean made for the best soul relaxing feeling ever possible. When I opened my eyes a bit, I could see from the corner of my eye a few bald eagles circling. I could also hear you breathing softly beside me, not quite touching me, in spite of having walked hand on the beach. It seemed that, although we knew each other for a long time and were very comfortable with together, we did not know each other all that well.

I was half dreaming about how it would be having kissed you while walking on the beach. It had definitely been on my mind when we walked hand in hand, but then I dozed off. I woke up, 5 or 10 minutes later, realizing I had forgotten to put any sunscreen on my body. On the beach that can result in some bad sunburn very quickly. I also saw that you were now lying on your stomach, in a nice light blue bikini, which must have been hidden under your shirt and shorts. It looked very nice on you and contrasted nicely with your half-long black hair and oriental skin tone. I quickly lathered on some suntan lotion, while inspecting your bikini clad form unashamedly because you seemed to be sleeping. The top was a little revealing, and your bottom looked great in that little piece of fabric, which was that type with draw strings on either side

Realizing you were in danger of sunburn as well; I took the liberty of pouring some suntan lotion on your shoulders and rubbing it in gently. I expected you to wake up, but you just groaned a little, rolled your shoulders and murmured "yes please." I took this as permission to do the rest of your back, carefully avoiding spilling too much oil on your bikini top and just moving my hands underneath the string across your back. Your skin was warm, and I enjoyed the contact between my hands and your back. You slept, or pretended to sleep, but seemed to like the feeling of the oil being rubbed on your back. Slowly I worked my way down, massaging gently as I went, till I reached the top of your bikini bottom. Boldly I gently pushed them down a little, adding oil as I went, until the top of your cheeks was well exposed. It was a lovely sight, causing me to have to shift a few things in my shorts quickly. You seemed to enjoy the feeling of my hands, rolling your bottom slightly as I gently rubbed some oil on these yummy body parts.

But duty called, so I worked my way up the sides, until I reached the string for the bikini top, where I could feel the swell of your breasts, and back down the sides again, past the strings and down your legs, all the way down to your ankles where I started adding lotion again. I was now kneeling at your feet, enjoying the view from there on your bikini clad figure. To gain time I started massaging your feet a little with suntan lotion, even did your toes, which wriggled slightly in my touch.

You seemed to like that, so I slowly moved up again, to your ankles, and then up your legs, which you spread a little, allowing me to kneel between your calves. I started to put some real effort into massaging those calves and then your thighs, first the left one, then the right one, using both hands on each leg. They felt very nice and firm under my probing fingers, and I felt bolder and bolder, as I worked my way up, while you slept or pretended to sleep, rolling your hips a bit once and a while signifying enjoyment of the feelings my massage generated. I shifted my position, moved your legs back together and carefully straddled your lower legs, putting almost no weight down, so I could massage the upper part better. With some more oil in my hands I soon reached your bikini bottom again, but now from the other end. I decided to keep going and moved the fabric out of the way as much as possible, so I could reach higher and higher. It soon looked more like a g-string then a bikini bottom, causing the need for some more adjustments in my shorts.

Somehow you remained asleep, or at least you pretended to do so. From where I was squatting the view was most enticing, to say the least. Deciding to try how far I could push the envelope, or in this case the bikini, I moved up a little, and started a slow massage on your upper thighs, just below your bum cheeks. While on your left thigh, I let the fingers of my right hand slide up between your legs, and slowly moved up till my knuckles gently rubbed the little piece of fabric that covered you there. You groaned a little, rolled your hips once and sighed deeply. I could not see your eyes, because your forehead was resting on your bend right arm. I changed legs, and repeated the same on your right leg with my left hand, and bolder yet let the knuckle of my left index fingers travel the length of the piece of fabric. Again, just a deep sigh from you.

Throwing all caution overboard, I switched back to your left leg, and gently moved my hand up on your leg as far as it would go, beside the little band of the fabric, and after some more massaging with my knuckle, during which there was no objection, I slipped my index finger under the fabric, and rubbed my knuckle in between your lower lips, which was assisted by the remnants of sun lotion on my fingers. A flame of desire seemed to rise in me when I touched you like this, rubbing your slit up and down. Since there was no objection, I then carefully probed for your clitoris with my fingertip. It did not take long for me to find it and noticed that it was aroused. There was a little wetness on my finger, so I moved back and forth for a while until I could detect your breathing getting deeper. I doubted you were asleep, but if you wanted to play along, I was going to go as far as you would let me, until I heard you say stop. So, I gently gathered some more of your wetness on my fingertip and slipped my finger a little inside you, while pushing aside the fabric a bit more.

Just the act of doing that made my head spin. I continued to pretend to massage your leg, by moving my hands up and down a bit, while my finger gently probed your delicate, lovely inside. You felt very warm and wet, and quite narrow, which made me wonder if I would possibly be the first one. It seemed unlikely, considering how pretty you were and that you were once almost engaged once. Maybe it was also because you were considerably smaller than I, you being a 110 pound or so oriental girl, and I a 185-pound Caucasian man. Somehow in the fog of lust that was rising I realized I needed to get you well warmed up, and well lubricated.

I suddenly remembered I had some Vaseline in my kit that I used as an after-sun cream, so I switched to a one-handed mode, by leaving my probing hand in place, not willing to give up the ground conquered. I retrieved it quickly from my travel kit, while all the while you just kept on pretending that you slept, with the occasional pleasurable groan and a slight rolling of your hips. I dipped my left index finger in the Vaseline, after having taken off the cap with my teeth, and dropping the Vaseline on the towel beside me switched to massaging your right thigh. Here I repeated the same procedure I had used with my right hand, and but now I deftly moved my lubricated left index finger under the fabric and at its target. I lost some of the Vaseline, but enough remained to make a deeper entry possible, without causing any serious or painful friction. On the contrary, it seemed to become easier and easier, as I carefully moved in out while pretending to slowly massage your right thigh. Soon I moved up to two knuckles into you, feeling your wetness increase bit by bit.

The time of truth was approaching rapidly. How far could I go, or should I go. All the way was what I wanted, that was what my body was telling me. There seemed to be no objections from your end. After one last test and a little more lubrication, I decided to go for it, and switched back to your left thigh. I dipped two fingers into the Vaseline before starting my massage and probe approach. It was not very long until I was now probing you with my index and middle finger of my right hand, watching your bum roll pleasurably from side to side a bit. But your head stayed down on your arms, and your eyes remained closed as far as I could tell from my position straddling your legs. Deciding to make my move, I stopped the massage, held my breath, and undid the two bows on either side that held together your bikini bottom. Still you slept, so carefully I folded away the part of your bikini covering your bottom, exposing your great bum in all its wonder. I leant over and planted a kiss on each cheek. Just a sigh emanated from your mouth, but your head remained down on the crook of your arm.

Quickly I stood up, stripped off my shorts, and sat down again, then moved forward, my enormously hard penis hovering closer and closer to your bottom. Moving my hands beside your upper body, I lowered myself until the root my penis touched the top of the crack of your bum. Some suntan lotion had gathered there, and I nestled the root of my iron hard penis there, pushing gently, and just rubbing it up and down a bit. It was an amazing sensation. Gently I started to move up and down more, beginning with a sort of dry humping with my penis sticking up from between the top of your bum cheeks, and slowly sliding more and more down until the length of my dick was couched right in between, and then further down and down until I could feel your nether hole pass by my tip. I could not resist probing a little but did not want to spoil this opportunity. Maybe that method of fun could be tried some other time.

So further down I shimmied, until I slid down and suddenly my penis tip was planted in between the lips of your vagina. Once I reached that spot I held still, expecting maybe some protest, but none came. I waited a little more, just exerting gentle pressure, and moving slightly to find the right spot. All the while you kept up your sleeping pretense, although this was really your last opportunity to say stop.

But you did not react, and after some gentle probing I found the right place and gained entry with the head off my dick between those lovely lips. This made your head jerk up a little, but still not a word came from your lovely mouth. I was burning with the desire to just ram myself into the hilt but realized that the differences in body size might also apply here. You were indeed very narrow, and as I gained a little ground, I could feel the pressure increase. The sensation was incredible, what a great feeling, so much so I almost lost my load right there and then. Gently moving back and forth, so as not to wake you up, or at least not to disturb the pretense, I slowly entered you further and further. But it was very restricting, and you were not as wet as maybe was needed. Maybe there was an element of fear for you, because of the size difference. So, after gaining two inches I waited for some positive body encouragement from you, but it did not come. Your hips were almost as frozen, no more encouraging rolling. Suddenly a bright idea hit me. I gently pulled myself back out, hating the idea of giving up what I had gained, but not wanting to hurt you either.

Quickly I grabbed the Vaseline, and lathered some on to my dick, lowered myself back down between your legs, lined up again, and supporting myself on one hand guided my throbbing member back to where it had been. I found your tight opening easily and inserted the head of my penis again. This time the entry was a little easier, and you seemed to move your hips up a little, as if to make the entry easier. Slowly I slid in an inch and stopped when I heard you catch your breath. Supporting myself now with two hands beside your body, I slowly started to move back and forth, feeling the tension rise in my balls. As a cat in heat your bottom responded, coming up bit by bit giving me easier access, and slowly I gained entry, two inches, three, four, deeper and deeper, until with a final push I was fully enclosed in your vagina. You exhaled deeply, and for the first time you turned your head, and I could see your eyes were open, your lips parted. I had to kiss you, so I lowered my head and sought your lips, which was easier than I expected because of the differences in body size. You turned your head more and kissed me back fully without hesitation, while at the same time moving your bum up a touch as if to meet me there further as well. We held this position for almost a full minute before our passion started to overtake us.

It was not going to last long, for neither one of us. Suddenly we broke our kiss, and while you raised your bottom way up, burying your head back on your arm, I started my last strokes in and out, hard, long and deep. Meeting every one of my strokes you groaned your pleasure, coming to a pitch when with a last push I truly buried myself in you, impaling you on my iron hard member, and started to shoot my sperm as deeply as possible inside you. I had never come this hard in my life. I held this position for a few seconds, before the urge to move overcame me again, and I started pumping again against your upturned bottom,

As the storm passed, I lowered myself down, without putting my weight on you, seeking your kiss again. You turned your head willingly, eyes open and met my lips. While our kiss deepened, our tongues entwined, you pushed back just a little more to catch the last contractions of me deep inside you.