The Last Night of Spring Brea

It was by chance we met. It was the right place, and the right time. For this, I would be eternally grateful, even though we never saw each other again after that night.

Like many others, I was in the Hamptons for Spring Break. It was a welcome change, even though going had not been my first choice. As we got closer to the sun and the sea, however, my mood began to change and I started to look forward to it. Perhaps it was this mood that set things in motion. I had cast off (albeit temporarily) all the reservations and rules I usually follow. I didn't plan to be a girl gone wild, but there was just something in the air.

When we arrived at our beach house, the first thing we did was go down to the beach. It was glorious, feeling the sun on my skin, the water at my feet. I felt freer than I ever had before. The days passed in a blur, and soon enough the last night of our break arrived. We were out to dinner, celebrating our last night, when I saw him. He ambled past the restaurant, then five minutes later went past again with an ice cream. He was alone, and I couldn't help but stare as I watched him with his frozen delicacy. I felt something stir in me as he passed, and I had to talk to him. I realised there was silence around the table -- I had stood abruptly and knocked my drink over. My friends stared at me, and I managed to stammer out an excuse and left, aware that they were watching me but not really caring. I had to go after him.

As I hurried along the path, my head was starting to argue with my heart, or rather, my nether regions. My head, thankfully, was starting to lose the battle, and I was nearing a somewhat unused jetty when I realised I was only a few metres away from him. He stopped as if he sensed my presence and turned. Meeting his eyes with mine was one of the most intense moments of my life. If a look could be that powerful, I wanted to know what a touch would do. I took a step forward, trying to think of something to say, but nothing could convey what was running around in my mind.

We stood there, until he closed the gap between us. His presence was intense, mesmerising. I couldn't look away, couldn't move.

He was the first to speak. I hadn't thought about what he would sound like, and while he didn't have an extremely deep voice, it was perfect for his appearance. There was a hint of an accent, but I couldn't quite figure it out. I had never been good at placing accents, not to mention my focus was more on his lips. They definitely looked like they could do amazing things.

He then took my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. He had a firm grip, and his hand matched mine perfectly, as did his height. He led me further along the jetty, away from the maddening crowd. I was grateful as I didn't want to be anyone's late night floor show. I had eased up a lot the past week or so, but was not ready to embark on a night of voyeurism.

We sat down on the edge of the jetty. He placed his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him, watching the water lap against our feet. It was nice and cool against my warm skin, the perfect antidote to what I was feeling in his presence.

I placed my hand on his thigh. It was an instinctive action, suggestive without me throwing myself at him entirely. That was not my nature. He responded with a kiss on my shoulder, trailing slowly towards my neck. It felt amazing. We turned to face each other, rising to our knees. He pulled me to him in an embrace, and those lips that I had noticed earlier met mine. I was not new to kissing, but this was one of the best experiences to date. He was equal parts gentle and rough, and knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue gently met mine, and it was of the single most erotic kisses I had received to date. His arms around my back held me closer, and one hand slid slowly down towards my bikini bottoms, playing with the ties that held them together.

I moved back slowly, lust and desire apparent in my eyes. There was no fear that he would think I was rejecting him. I had already realised his gaze noticed everything, making him different from any guy I had been with. He would have been many a girl's daydream with his somewhat long black hair, slightly tanned skin, and tendency to wear eyeliner. He was far removed from anything that had appealed to me before, but something about him was singing to me.

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling him breathe heavily. He closed his eyes as he put his hand over mine, and then leaned forward to whisper into my ear. I nodded in agreement, and we made our way down into the water. It was reasonably shallow in these parts, and the moon cast just enough light for us to be able to see.

He backed me against the jetty, kissing me. His hands around me massaged my back as we kissed, and I couldn't help but start to tug his board shorts down, just enough to run my finger around the inside of the elastic. Every now and then I encountered the top of his penis, causing him to falter in his kissing. Knowing such a simple thing pleased him sent a thrill through me, and I began to become more daring.

He trailed kissed down my body until he reached my bikini bottoms. With a deep breath he disappeared under the water, and undid the laces with his teeth. I marvelled at his ability to hold his breath, and realised I was in for an excellent evening. When he resurfaced, my bikini bottoms were in his teeth. He reached up and placed them on the jetty, his other hand pushing my legs apart. I placed my arms around his shoulders and held him close to me as his hands found their way to my clit. He caressed the area slowly, and my legs weakened whenever he hit the spot. I was relying on him to hold me up in these moments, kissing him whenever he found it. He kissed me back passionately, then released my breasts from my bikini, sucking and licking my nipples. I moaned at his efforts, his tongue working their magic. I could feel fire course through me, and I was ready to take him. The coolness of the water against the heat of my vagina was almost unbearable.

I pulled down his board shorts, setting him free. My hand could barely reach around him as I moved it slightly up and down his length. It was his turn to weaken, and I felt him grow even harder under my touch. His lips met mine with such force I have never experienced before, our bodies so close we felt as though we were one. His fingers reached in between my legs, and he slowly inserted them into my vagina. I cried out, digging my nails into his back. It had gone beyond wanting, I needed him. My muscles contracted around him, and he moved his hands towards my backside, lifting me so that my legs went around his waist. He held me steady, my vagina perfectly angled for him to enter me. I held onto his shoulders tight, kissing his neck as he entered me slowly. It had been a while since I had had sex, and while the slowness was torture, it also felt amazing. He was larger than anyone I had been with previously, and it was a delicious feeling stretching to accommodate him.

When he had filled me completely we stayed still for a few seconds, then began a steady rhythm. No one had ever been so deep inside me before, and it was a new sensation. I cried out in pleasure, and perhaps a little pain, but of the good kind. I didn't want him to stop. We briefly rested our heads against each other, kissed, then continued. My muscles once again contracted around him, reacting to the grip he had on my backside. I knew there would be marks there in the morning, but I didn't care. I could feel myself getting close. I increased the frequency of my rhythm, and he responded by fucking me even harder. It was sheer bliss, and I knew my orgasm would be intense. I wasn't sure if I would be able to handle it, and held on for dear life. I started to be build, and knew it wasn't far off.

Breathing heavily, I gave myself over to him entirely, and cried out his name. He responded with a kiss, and with steady, deep thrusts. He felt absolutely amazing inside me, and I couldn't handle it anymore. My orgasm built and erupted around him, and I could feel him getting close. While I was caught up in my climax he also came inside me, thrusting so hard it felt as if he reached the opening of my womb. His orgasm felt amazing inside me, and I could feel him pulsating as he emptied himself. It was strangely erotic, and I loved knowing that his essence was now inside me. He held me close as he finished, kissing me intensely. We stayed that way for what seemed like eternity, his penis still a little bit hard inside me. Every minute or so there would be an aftershock, and he'd thrust ever so slightly. It felt amazing, and I wished that it didn't have to end. We continued that way for about five minutes, until all we wanted to do was just sit still. With a final kiss we separated, then dressed and returned to our starting position on the jetty.

His arm was around my shoulder, my hand on his thigh, our breathing still slightly ragged.

I never saw him again after that night, but it was one that I would always remember fondly.