My summer was coming to a close, and it slowly sank in everyday. I had a few weeks left along the beach before I went back to my boring life in the city. I had done a considerable amount of writing this season and my publisher was quite happy with my accomplished texts. The end of the summer creeping up on me, I had had plenty of distractions to keep my mind off of Paul, but there were a few nights when I woke up in a sweat, tangled in my sheets and throbbing between my legs so bad I wanted to call and beg him to fuck me again. His muscled, tattooed arms holding mine down, pinning me to the bed as he spread my legs apart with his so he could slide his hard cock inside my quivering pussy, fucking me and reminding both of us just whose dirty whore I was. Grr! I growled to myself when I awoke that morning, panties damp again. I couldn't call him. Our relationship was on his terms, no feelings, and I would respect that. I have been emailing him some naughty pictures every other day though, hoping he would be back soon.
Today was a lazy day so I decided a nice, relaxing afternoon on the beach soaking up some rays would be great. I hadn't laid out on the beach just for sun all summer since I had a lot of writing to do. I gathered up a few things in my beach bag, put on a white string bikini, pulled my hair up in a ponytail, threw on a shirt and shorts over my bikini and headed out the door. The beach was not too busy with passers-by beyond my deck but there were several people strung out closer to the water. I plugged my earphones into my iPod and in my ears, slipped on my sunglasses and took a long walk up the warm sand to a quieter spot. I knew of a place that would take me a half hour to walk to but it was always worth it to hide in this spot; I could take my bikini off and try to fix my tan lines.
I made my way up the beach to some rocky walls near an old, dilapidated pier. Tossing my flip flops in my bag I held it over my head as I waded through the waist-deep water under the pier. The waves splashed up and over me as I moved through the mostly shaded entrance beyond the rocks to an empty, sandy beach secluded from everything by a wide, horseshoe-shaped wall of rock. The sand was smooth and damp from the waves and empty of shrubs and other plant life. The area was large enough for a small beach party but today it looked like no one had been here in quite some time. I sat my bag down, dug out my large beach towel and laid it out on the sand several feet from the water. I peeled off my wet shorts and tossed aside my shirt, adjusting my bikini bottoms as I waded out into the ocean to cool off before I laid down. As I walked out and sank down about chest-deep in the cold water I caught a glimpse of the sun reflecting off of sunglasses on the other side of the pier. I stood up suddenly, disappointed I had been followed. That feeling was quickly replaced with happiness.
"What's up, sexy?" Jack hollered at me once he was clear of the pillars.
I smiled, putting my sunglasses on top of my head as I waded back to shore. His tattooed arms and chiseled abs glistened from the waves under the pier, beads running down to his waist more visible as I got closer. He was wearing a pair of green swimming trunks and sunglasses, his wavy hair damp. I always imagine how good his hair feels between my fingers when I see him. He pulled his hands out of his pockets as I stepped out of the water and stood in front of him.
"I wondered what you were up to, wandering out here all by yourself," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. He leaned his head down and kissed me on the neck while reaching up with one hand to tug on the strings around my back, untying my top. I breathed in sharply with both motions, pulling back from his grip with a shy grin. I walked away from him, reaching back to tie my strings again as I reached my bag.
"Oh, okay, you're avoiding me?" he asked, walking up to me as I turned around. I glanced up at him as I sat down on my towel. He was frowning.
"No," I answered as nonchalantly as I could, trying to hide my excitement. "You're a pleasant surprise. But why rush things?" I winked.
He smiled at me, kneeling down on the end of my towel and pushing me onto my back, laying his weight on me. I could feel his erection through his trunks against my leg. I wanted to wrap my legs around him so badly as he started kissing and nibbling on my neck and down between my breasts. He moved my bikini over on one breast, revealing a cold nipple for him to suck on. No, I thought to myself as my clit began throbbing. He followed me here; he has time. Let's play.
"Stop," I said, twisting around under him. Jack stopped, frowning at me again. He got up on his knees again and I sat up, fixing my top and reaching into my bag for a bottle of oil. I wonder how long this will last... "Will you put this on my back?"
He looked down at the bottle and sighed, eventually taking it from me and pouring some on his hands. I rolled over and laid on my stomach, turning my face toward him to watch. Jack rubbed the oil lightly between his hands before rubbing it on my legs. He took his time, massaging my hot skin with his oiled hands up and down each leg in turn. As he moved up and between my thighs his fingers slipped under my bikini, rubbing oil on my ass cheeks. I moaned, enjoying every inch of his touch on my flesh. Soon he moved up my body to my back and after several minutes on my back he untied my top again, moving the strings to my sides and out of his way to rub the oil in higher. I gasped as my bikini laid loose under me on the towel. I watched him grin as he put more oil on his hands to rub into my shoulders and arms. He straddled my waist to work on my shoulders, his damp trunks warm on my back in the hot sun. I moaned again as he massaged my arms, wiggling my ass a little under him. He groaned over me, pausing to consider his options. "Are you ready to turn over?" he asked.
"No, not yet," I replied, giggling a little as I relaxed while watching him the best I could. I was throbbing so hard now I could barely contain myself.
