Frequent reader, first time poster. Submitting this under Erotic Couplings rather than Romance - thanks for the heads up people. It's sort of a romantic casual hookup. Would love comments. Vote if this turned you on!
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Every pore on my skin is in ecstasy. I'm feeling that delicious exhaustion from pushing my entire body, every single muscle, way past what I'm used to. Now, sitting on the beach, I feel the warm night breeze caress my cheek, my shoulder, making my beachy hair wisp gently across my back... it's heaven. I close my eyes, trying to capture the feeling.
I've sat down way past the entrance to my hostel, distancing myself from the cheery bonfires and drunken teenagers. Just me and the moon. But when I open my eyes, I see a shimmery white shape dart past me. It takes me a second to realize it's a massive, ridiculously furry dog, so perfectly white he's catching the light of the full moon and reflecting it. He seems unreal and all I want to do is bury my arms in his fuzzy fur.
The little girl within me takes over and I clap my hands enthusiastically and let out a giggly squeal. The dog just keeps running though and for a second my shoulders slump in disappointment. Then I see a shape next to him turn around and head my way, causing Falkor (as I've named the dog in my head) to follow.
As he runs towards me, I clap my hands encouragingly, and soon he's slobbering onto my cheek as I reach my arms around his neck and delight in his soft fuzziness. Soon, the dog's owner has reached us and I freeze for a second, recognizing his sunbleached hair and navy boardshorts. It's the surfer I had been staring at this morning before my own surf lesson, who seemed to move in the water like he was made of it. Well, damn, if I wasn't already a fangirl over his surfing skills, now I definitely am as I notice how good-looking he is, toned, tanned body towering over me, an easy-going smile lighting up his face, his hair pulled back into a manbun as though on purpose. Man I'm a sucker for a good manbun.
"He likes ya." And there's that Aussie accent that makes me melt.
"Well, the feeling's definitely mutual. Happy Australia Day!"
"Haha, yeah, happy Australia Day. How should we celebrate?"
I'm probably blushing right now, thoughts flying through my head of me pulling the straps of my white dress off my shoulder and down to my waist, as straight-forward an invitation as it gets. Would he kneel down in the sand and cup my breasts with his hands? Would he lock eyes with me as he's rubbing my tits? Would his dick bulge up as I reach my hand to stroke it through his boardshorts, holding his gaze playfully defiant, both of us trying to push the other's buttons?
Maybe. His directness is so refreshing, it's hard not to picture us fucking by the end of the night. Perfect.
"Well, I just got here yesterday and it's my first time in Australia. So I kinda wanna do something stereotypical like eat a meatpie. Don't judge me," I say grinning.
"What's there to judge? Meatpies are great. I know just the place."
We stroll down the beach, Falkor by our side (who is apparently called Saga, but fuck that.) Near the entrance of the beach, we pass by a couple on a towel, enjoying the most shamelessly public blowjob I've ever seen. They guy's laying on his back, shorts pulled down to his knees, and the girl's head is bobbing up and down his dick in a steady rhythm. I'm trying not to stare, but it's impossible. We're so close I can see his girthy, veiny dick stretch the girl's mouth wide open as he puts one hand on the back of her head and lets out a contented moan. Just then he notices us, and smiles.
"Ay guys! Great night, huh?"
The girl tilts her head in our direction, giving his dick a few more gulps, then lets it pop out of her mouth with a smacking noise. She smiles our way, nonchalantly.
"You guys wanna sit down? Here, we'll make room."
In a true sign of hospitality, the guy even tucks his still erect penis into his boardshorts. Surferguy chuckles, bemused.
"You two enjoy yourselves. We're off to have a meatpie, celebrate Australia Day."
But blowjobguy isn't so easily deterred.
"If ya really wanna celebrate, you should go for a skinnydip in the ocean. The water's perrrrrfect. It's tradition!"
I turn to surferguy, mischievously. "Well, if it's tradition..."
He lifts an eyebrow, then nuzzles his dog. "Saga, home!" The dog trots off towards a house by the beach.
We turn to face the ocean and I'm suddenly feeling shy. I don't dare look over at him freeing his dick from his boardshorts. I lift my dress over my head and bend down to pull my panties off. As I do, I see the blowjob pair are back at it, the girl's tongue stroking the swollen tip of the guy's cock, drizzling saliva down his shaft. The guy is looking up at me, clearly enjoying the view of my round, juicy ass laid bare. I find myself turned on by their display, my pussy getting wet. Rising back up, I briefly slip a finger into my cunt, and hear a throaty moan from blowjobguy who was clearly watching. Mmmm.
Surferguy and I lock eyes for a second and I feel exhilarated, naked, free, far from everything I know. A wicked grin flashes on our faces and we charge for the water at full speed. I can feel my tits bouncing, my feet pounding the wet sand, my hair flying loose behind me. Surferguy has long, lean legs that take long strides, and as he passes me I get a full view of his ass and his tanned, muscular back. Even in the moonlight, I can see every muscle in his back, toned and defined, athletic but not jacked. A few blonde babyhairs have slipped out of his manbun and reach down below the base of his neck. My brain is like a Beatles chorus. "I want you. I want you so baaaaaaad..."
I reach the water, splashing, laughing with glee. He looks back at me over his shoulder, smiling a big handsome smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. I watch him slow down, really taking me in, turning his entire body my way. He's looking at all of me at once, my perky tits, pale in the moonlight, accented by the tanlines from my swimsuit. My taut body. The absolute childish joy painted on my face. My neatly-trimmed hairy pussy. He's looking, and he likes what he sees.
I stop and stand confidently in the water that barely reaches my knees. He's facing me ten feet ahead and I get to take him in as well -- the long, meaty dick, the defined line where his legs meet his torso, his broad, smooth chest, lifting up and down as he steadies his breath. I can see his dick nudge at the sight of me, starting to stiffen. There is noooo shrinkage here -- and if there is, I'm intimidated to think how big his dick is out of the water.
Our eyes meet and we smile at each other. I walk towards him, closing the distance, feeling the water rise up my legs, to my thighs, to just under my pussy, to -- Ah! -- my pussy, to my navel. It feels so liberating. I can't remember the last time I was naked in the ocean. I reach him and he puts his hand on the small of my back, guiding me forward. His touch feels electric, like current flowing between us, like it's the most natural thing in the world. My body eases to it, and I lean my weight back, wanting to feel him closer. It's suddenly as though we're in a trance, gliding through the ocean, synched up and plugged into one another.
