I throw off my damp dress and sit in the surf naked, with my legs open wide. The waves roll over me and lick at my pussy, leaving it all shiny and wet in the sunshine. I lean back on my hands, basking in the sun and thinking of you. Just you and how good you make me feel. How good I want to make you feel. The sun bears down on my face and shoulders. I reach into the water and splash it onto me. I rub my wet hands over the smoothness of my belly and up over my small breasts. A little cooler now, I look down between my legs and watch the surf froth and bubble there until it recedes, only to do it all over again. My clit juts out of my pussy appreciatively, glistening in the sunlight. I enjoy the rhythmic sensuality of the ocean until I feel compelled to reach down and do it myself.
I cup my vulva with both hands and close my eyes. I think of your sweet kisses, your warm breath upon my neck. It makes me smile. I feel the ocean splash over my fingers as they play between my thighs. I run them over my full outer lips and into the deep folds surrounding my swelling inner petals. They feel so soft and smooth, now watered and slippery with my own juices. I can't wait for you to get here. I stroke my clit with my finger tip until my breath comes hot and fast and I can't help but slip it inside of me. I want you that much. This is what the thought of you does to me.
I don't hear you approach. Your footsteps are lost in the softness of the sand. Your familiar hands upon my breasts let me know that you are here. Without a word, I turn my happy face up to yours. You kiss each of my lips in turn, before probing my mouth with your gentle warm tongue. You knead my breasts and finding my nipples, you caress them, rubbing them gently until a small moan escapes my lips. I tremble as your lips leave mine and make their way down my neck to my shoulders. You bury your face there and I lean into you, taking my hands from my pussy to pull your arms all around me. You ask me what this is all about. In a naughty whisper, I tell you that I brought you by the ocean to suck your cock. You throw your head back and chuckle. I tell you that I don't want to come, that I only want to pleasure you today. You ask me why. I tell you because I love you.
You sit down behind me. I see your bare legs and realize you are naked, too. You blitz my back with a flurry of soft kisses. I bend forward, yielding deeply to you, so that my hair is adrift in the waves. You cup my breasts, manipulating my thick nipples between forefinger and thumb. I so desperately need your tongue on them. I rise and turn to face you. I straddle your lap in a selfish attempt to sit and savour your sweet kisses all over my breasts for a spell before I go down on you. Instead, you ease me onto your waiting cock. I know you are seducing me, trying to satisfy me nonetheless. My descent is a slow and utterly delicious one. Each inch of your cock sends me higher. I'm so wet for you. When finally, you fill my pussy to the brim, I begin to rock my hips ever so slowly against yours. I can't help but give in to you a little, in spite of my resolve. I hear you breathing harder now, competing with the gentle splash of the waves against our bodies. The combination of the sun, sand, water and you is something that I've always craved, but lacked the nerve to pursue. On the other hand, I know you've wanted to do this from the very first day we set foot on this bay some years ago. I'm completely intoxicated. Lost in the elements. Lost in you. I cradle you in my arms, feeling you so close to me. I want to make this moment right here on the sand last before I make you come and you have to leave again. I listen to you breathe and grind into every stroke of your hard cock inside me until I tear myself away to pleasure you. I want you to have that moment you so deeply desire.
I carefully climb off you and kneel between your thighs. I take your damp cock into my hands. My fingers encircle your generous girth, playing your length in my lingering wetness. You lay flat in the sand, wet with perspiration and salt water. I look at you. Your eyes are closed. You are breathing through your open mouth, your breath is raspy and strong. With one hand still making gentle passes over your cock, my other finds your balls. I run my fingertips over the top of your delicate sack and all down all around the sides until they touch your thighs. I push my hand in between and feel you shudder. I lick your cock all over, so I can stroke it until you moan and raise your hips off the sand. You thrust through my slick fist into the air.
