John Wayne and Diana Maitland had just finished clearing away the dishes from their lunch on the patio of his friend's beach house. They had decided to undress each other in the main room and then head outside with a soft blanket to lie under the large umbrella on the beach and make love for as long as they wanted.
They stood facing each other in front of the large sofa in the main room, and she asked him to take off his jacket because she just loved to watch the sexy way he moved whenever he was removing something off his shoulders. So he slowly shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and he saw her desire deepen in her eyes as she watched him, and he asked her why that turned her on so much. She explained to him that the way he moved when he did it was just so sexy to her, especially when it was a robe and he was naked underneath, and that she had never noticed him move like that in any of his movies. Then she told him she'd better not ever see him do that in any of his future movies; she wanted that move reserved strictly for her.
He told her he had never really paid attention to how he removed his jacket or a robe before, and that it must be something about the way she makes him feel that causes him to move like that. He told her if he ever accidentally did it in the future, then it would have to be because he was thinking of her, and he hoped she would forgive him. She smiled and said she'd try as she moved in front of him and started to unbutton his shirt. As she slowly worked her way down his shirt, she leaned forward and planted soft kisses and nuzzled her nose in the dark hair that was lightly spread across his chest as she inhaled his scent.
But she had to stop to tug the bottom of his shirt out of his trousers so she could finish unbuttoning it. Then she ran her hands up his stomach and chest and across his shoulders to push his shirt off, the way she'd done to help him finish undressing that first time they saw each other completely naked. Before she started on his pants, he removed his shoes and socks because he felt there was just something totally unsexy about a naked man still wearing socks! Then, he just stood there completely still, staring down at her as she moved her hands to his waist and started to undo his belt buckle; she had to look at what she was doing at first to make sure she knew which way it went, then she looked back up into his eyes.
They continued to stare, their eyes burning into each other's, as she unfastened his trousers and started to slowly lower his zipper; it was a little difficult at first because she had to maneuver it over the bulge of his hard, thick cock. When she pushed his trousers over his hips, she just let them fall to his ankles as she stepped back to get of glimpse of him in his underwear. He was wearing a pair of just plain white boxers, but God, did he look sexy standing there in them with his big dick creating that huge bulge in the front! She looked back at his face and moved toward him again and bent down to pick up his trousers as he stepped out of them, and then put her hand on the front of his boxers to stroke his shaft gently a few times as she stood up, and he closed his eyes and groaned deep in his throat. She laid his pants on the couch with his other clothes.
Then he opened his eyes and stared into hers as he said, "Now it's my turn," as he motioned for her to turn around, which she did...slowly. Then she turned her head and her upper body slightly to look back over her left shoulder at him while he slowly lowered the zipper on the back of her dress, all the way down to where it ended just above her ass. As the material parted slightly, he could see she was wearing some kind of undergarment that just had several hooks at her waist, which was why she hadn't needed his help with that...she could reach those herself. He couldn't wait to see what the rest of it looked like!
She slowly turned back around and stood still while he put his hands on her shoulders to push the straps of her dress over them and down her arms, slowly peeling the dress down the front of her body. The fire in his eyes got hotter when he saw her generous breasts confined in the lacy cups of the bustier, and the way the boning in the bottom of it accentuated her waist at the curve of her hips. He had to kneel in front of her to gently tug the bottom of the dress to pull it the rest of the way down her hips, which gave him a nice view of her panties as her dress slid the rest of the way down her legs. They were also white with lacy inserts at the tops of the high-cut thighs, and the top of the panties ended at the curve of her hips, leaving a small area of her abdomen exposed between there and the bottom of the bustier.
While he was kneeling, she placed her hands on his shoulders and steadied herself in her high-heels while she stepped over her dress, which was crumpled around her feet. Then he reached down and picked up her dress and handed it to her so she could lay it over the couch so it wouldn't get wrinkled. When she turned back toward him, he was still on his knees in front of her and he reached up with his arms to wrap them around her hips and lower back to pull her against him and leaned his head on her breasts. Pure desire coursed through her at this submissive position he was in, and her arms automatically came up to cradle his head with her hands. Then, she couldn't resist digging her fingers into his hair on the back of his head and pulling it backward as she bent down to kiss him fiercely.
He groaned deeply as she bent over him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she gripped the back of his head. Suddenly, she stood up straight, looking down at him, her face a mask of desperate desire and she moaned breathlessly, "God, I need you, big man!"
He knew what she needed; she needed him to take control. Her fierce desire for him still made her lose control, but he was getting a little better at maintaining his because he wanted to make her want him and need him and love him so much that she would change her mind about staying with him. He stood up and reached his arms behind her back and unhooked the bustier and pulled it away from her, freeing her beautiful breasts. Then he hooked his fingers in her panties and peeled them down her hips and thighs, and she reached down to pull one leg over her shoe and then flung them aside with her other shoe. Then he pushed his boxers off his hips and down his thighs and stepped out of them when they reached his feet. He stared at her for a few seconds as she stood there completely naked, except for her high-heeled shoes...good God, she looked sexy!
Then he handed her the blanket they'd found lying on the couch and he bent down and scooped her up in his arms and waited while she nudged her shoes off her feet. Then he carried her out the open glass door, across the patio, down the few steps to the beach, and over to the large umbrella halfway between the patio and the pounding surf. He set her down and they both spread the blanket and laid it on the soft sand, placing some stones on the corners so the breeze couldn't move it. Since they were already on their knees at opposite sides of the blanket, they both crawled toward each other until they were close enough to rise up on their knees again directly in front of each other.
He brought his hands up to her face and stared down at her for a few seconds before he slowly lowered his head to kiss her gently, yet passionately. He parted her lips and thrust his tongue slowly and deeply in and out of her mouth, while she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head back further, opening her mouth wide to accept his tongue, licking gently at it with her own each time he thrust it into her. He would thrust his tongue into her mouth with the crash of a wave and stroke her tongue a couple times, then his would retreat as another wave built, just to thrust it into her again as it crashed. She got the feeling he was communicating to her through his kiss what he wanted to do to her pussy with his dick. If that was the case, then he was really good at it, because she could just imagine the feeling of his dick stroking her pussy in exactly the same way his tongue was stroking her mouth, and it made her groan deeply as her pussy tingled and flooded with more wetness...she needed him inside her...now!
He heard her groan and felt a slight tremor go through her body, and he dragged his mouth from hers to stare down at her; he could see in her eyes and on her face that she needed him inside her...now! He wrapped his left arm around her shoulders as he moved her sideways to his left to lay her down, then moved over her when she straightened and spread her legs. She raised her legs, spreading her opening wide, pleading with her eyes for him to bury his huge dick in her throbbing, wet pussy. He had been listening to the pounding of the surf behind them, and as soon as he heard a wave building, he placed the head of his dick at her wet opening. Then, when he heard it beginning to break, he shoved his hips forward and buried his thick shaft inside her tight softness just as the wave crashed onto the shore.
He stayed buried in her through the next several waves, kissing her softly and staring into her eyes as they, once again, thought about and marveled at the feelings of fullness and tightness that kept making them yearn for these moments of entry, over and over and over. It seemed to them that it felt much the same way, as the waves seemed to yearn to return and pound on the shore. But yet, it wasn't that the waves "yearned" to pound the shore, it was strictly a force of nature that made them keep coming back. That was how it felt to them—like some force of nature kept making them need to be joined together. Maybe that was another reason why they both felt so drawn to the ocean—because, like it, they felt driven by some force of nature.
As they both stared at each other and listened to the waves, their breathing steadied to the same pace and their hearts pounded to the same beat. He started to thrust in and out of her to the steady, pounding rhythm of the surf; sliding his thick cock out of her soft, wet pussy as a wave was building, then thrusting it back into her deeply as it crashed onto the shore. Then he would pause for a few seconds, buried deeply in her, grinding his hips against hers and kissing her softly as he waited to hear the next wave building, and then do the same thing again.
They kept up this same, steady pace for about 20 minutes, both of them just enjoying every slow sensation of their bodies moving together. They almost started to feel that they could keep fucking like this forever and never have to stop, as they'd so often wished they could. The slow and sensuous movements made their bodies almost feel like they were staying just at that point of tingling before an orgasm, but they felt in control of when they wanted to cum. Suddenly, that force of nature in them stepped in and made their bodies want to orgasm; so he lifted up fully on his hands and slammed his hips downward into hers, just as she was driving hers upward. They both started to cum immediately and yelled in the same loud tone that echoed off the rocks on either side of the beach, as they kept pounding into each other. Then they both arched their backs and kept their hips locked together as waves of pleasure coursed through their bodies, until the throbs of pleasure between their legs finally abated.
