Jenny and I had gotten together several times for sex with her boyfriend present, but for our first time alone, she wanted to be daring. Like I usually did, I met her at her house early in the afternoon, well before her boyfriend David was home from work. She was wearing shorts and a tee shirt, and she had hiking boots on. Any awkwardness we may have felt was gone immediately, as she kissed me as soon as she opened the door. I stepped inside the house and we wrapped our arms around each other, slipping our tongues into each other's mouth. She lapped one leg around me as I leaned back against the door. I started removing her shirt, but she stopped me: "Not yet. I've got something better planned," she said. "Have you ever fucked outdoors?"
"No," I replied. She kissed me again, and with a sexy smile she dragged me outside and into her SUV. It was a nice August day in San Francisco, and the afternoon sun was still warm enough to not need jackets. We drove up the coast a bit to a regional park with trees and hiking trails that led to the beach.
"I've always wanted to have sex on the beach," she said. "It's nice out, and we should be able to find someplace to get naked without being interrupted. I have been thinking about this all day – I am so ready to have you inside me." I put my hand on her bare thigh and tickled her skin. I moved my hand slowly up her leg, stopping just short of her pussy before moving right back down her thigh again. "Stop teasing me, jerk," she laughed.