In Need of a Stranger

Sarah felt the coolness of the sparse coarse grass on her naked back, the softer coolness of the air on the insides of her bare thighs and the contrasting warmth of the sun on her breasts and belly. She was lying naked among the dunes by her beach house... Soaking up the sun on the grass covered landward slope and reveling in the daring freedom of public nudity.

She felt a gentle breeze play suddenly across her skin, creating goose bumps and causing her nipples to respond instantly, hardening and extending, standing up proudly on her small breasts as if to announce their presence to the world - not that the world seemed to be noticing. The dunes were open to public access but they were away from the main beach areas and used generally by couples seeking intimate seclusion, or perhaps by walkers, seldom by families. That was why her mind had chosen this spot for her to display herself in, though so far with little success.

God, she felt horny, it was enough to turn her on just to lie with her legs splayed wide open on purpose to let anyone who came by get a good look at her pussy. She wanted to be seen, knowing that a stranger's eyes on her body would just serve to make her hotter still. Her hand rested between her legs, her fingers playing softly with her clitoris, teasing herself, intensifying the heat within her but not yet playing strongly enough to bring herself to orgasm.

But that could wait; she would see how things went... see if anyone would appear to whom she could show herself in full sexual release. Then she would go for it, she would rub herself unmercifully, her fingers would fly over her little button, her hips would twitch and she would cry out with pleasure, all the time holding eye contact with her audience. That was the important thing, that eye contact, the certainty that this person was watching exactly what she was doing to herself and knew exactly how it was making her feel. Geeeeezzz, but she could hardly wait for that moment. It had happened many times before and each time her orgasm had ripped her apart leaving her lying exhausted physically and emotionally, but also happily fulfilled.

For a while Sarah lay with her legs as wide apart as was comfortable and languidly masturbated, letting her fingers run softly up and down her labia, then dip a little way into her wet pussy before returning to play lazily with her clit. It felt so good to play with herself like this, her eyes closed, just letting her mind's eye see the rolling dunes with their sparse covering of wiry grass and sandy footways meandering between them. She let her imagination see visitors and tourists wandering along the coast, anyone of whom might, just might, take the little path that ran below her between the hills of sand. Her fingers kept her warm, kept her aroused and ready, feeling that lovely warmth in the depth of her belly that could develop so easily into a full blown orgasm. For the moment she was content to feel hot and horny and just drift along on her home grown sea of gentle arousal, but she knew that soon the time would come when she would crave more... when she would need someone to see her, to watch her, even to stare at her as she brought herself to another mind-blowing orgasm. Who would it be this time? She didn't know. Would it be a couple, a couple of about her own age, in their thirties, in their sexual prime and who could appreciate her display, or maybe it would be a younger couple, just beginning their own sexual explorations for whom her display would shock but also empower them, giving them the daring to explore themselves.

Maybe it would be just one person? A woman would be nice for once. A woman who knew just what she was doing, who did the same herself, who used her own fingers on her own pussy. Yes, that would be good. She would have to wait and see. Meanwhile her fingertips caressed her little button, keeping her simmering, keeping her hot and ready for whatever happened.

She continued for a little while, stroking her breasts and pulling gently on her own nipples, playing gently with her clitoris, feeling the wetness seep out from her tunnel and trickle sexily across her perineum to pool around her anus. Damn, but it felt good! Even the tiny squelching noises her fingertips made as they moved slowly in and out of her wet pussy turned her on. She wouldn't mind if this intensely erotic state could last forever, though in the back of her mind she knew that sooner or later she would need to cum. She also knew that this time when she did finally cum it would be with the most explosive orgasm that she had ever had. She didn't know why, but she just knew that it was building that way.

Then suddenly she sensed that she was no longer alone. A man... a big, rugged, solidly built man. He had to be well over 6 feet tall and maybe slightly older than her. He had salt and pepper hair cut short with a moustache and goatee. Her eyes wandered lower and she thought her eyes were deceiving her as she noticed the huge bulge in his loose fitting swim trunks and he was openly staring at her naked body. As he moved from his first position on the path this brought his face almost level with her pussy as she lay on the slope and a rush of adrenalin flooded through her, making her breathing deepen and her heart race.

This was what she had been wanting, someone to see her at play, and now here he was. She gripped a breast hard, squeezing it against her palm, kneading it while she placed a finger on either side of her pussy and pulled her labia open to give her spectator an even better view.

"I want to fuck you." His voice was soft and quiet for such a big man, but she could feel the intensity with which he said it. The words registered in her head with delicious excitement and there was never a moment when she was going to refuse him. "Do it then!" Her permission was more of a command, and an expression of her need than a request. Sarah lifted her feet and bent her legs back, laying herself open to him, waiting for his invasion. Looking up she saw that he had already stripped himself of his trunks which were lying on the sand beside him. As she had readied herself he must have slipped them off and now he stood before her naked, his hand running up and down the shaft of a magnificent cock.

He was a big man in every sense, but not too big for her she hoped. She was, after all, only a small woman and 10 inches was the longest she had ever experienced and it was a fresh veggie in a very weak but wonderful moment. She loved the full feeling she had at that time and hungered for it again, but the opportunity had never presented itself and she was somewhat embarrassed to keep letting the young man in the local grocer eye her as she examined her next *lover*. She closed her eyes momentarily and thought back to that full feeling...so full that it bordered on being uncomfortably stretched. She wondered as she looked up if this would be the cock that could slam repeatedly against her cervix and give her the sweet mix of pain/pleasure that she found she craved lately. She had thoroughly enjoyed the girth of her veggie experience and could tell that this man fit the bill perfectly. His large hand and thick fingers barely encircled his huge member as he stroked it slowly up and down.. She couldn't wait to feel him enter her. For a few long moments he looked down at her, letting his eyes run over her body as he stroked himself till she could see a thick droplet of fluid on the tip of his cock. Her heart pounded in anticipation and she licked her lips, wanting him inside her but enjoying letting him see her body.

He finally knelt between her legs, a little lower down the gentle slope of the dune, and then he moved forward, bringing himself closer to her crotch and letting his cock jut out over her stomach while he ran his fingers along the shaft. It was as if he were demonstrating his potential, letting her see how far he would be going into her, asking silently if she could take him, enquiring was she woman enough for him? She released her labia, still held open to his gaze, and began to softly masturbate once more. Her eyes locked onto his, inviting and defying him all in the same gaze. He nodded as if satisfied, watching her fingers move over her clitoris before resting back on his haunches and shuffling forward to present his cock to her waiting pussy. Her eyes closed as she felt the head of his cock touch her, sensed it being moved along her slit, up until it almost displaced her busy fingers from her button and then down, probing just inside her entrance before sliding down along her slippery flesh, past her perineum and onto her anus. She gasped in worried excitement, thinking for a moment that it was her bottom that was to be used, but then she felt him retrace his steps until he rested once more at her dripping opening. Still she played with her clitoris, waiting for him to enter her but wishing he would tease her a little longer as she rubbed herself before his scrutiny. He seemed understand this, to know what she wanted, sliding his cock up and down her cleft from her clit to her anus, not quite disturbing her fingers and not quite invading her bottom, but threatening both before moving on. Deep inside her pelvis she could feel the first stirrings of her orgasm. It was nothing yet, little more than an intensification of her enjoyment and a slight feeling of warmth behind her vagina, but it was there and she smiled to herself in anticipation of the pleasure to come.

Now she wanted him inside her, now she needed fucking, a good hard fucking that stretched her, abused her, and finally satisfied her. Once again her stranger seemed to know just what she wanted and she felt his cock finding its way into her, sinking deep into her pussy, opening her up as it entered her passage. God, but he felt good; her pussy fit his cock like a tight glove that was one size to small, being brutally opened as the invader plunged deeper into her. She was going to feel every movement inside her well lubricated tunnel, feel it and enjoy it until that moment came when her orgasm exploded within her.

He was still kneeling in front of her, his knees spread wide under her raised thighs to allow him entry, and so his thrusts were not as forceful as she might have liked. But she was happy with the position, for it allowed her to continue playing with herself even as she felt his cock moving deep inside her. Soon her need became more urgent, the budding orgasm was beginning to grow and she rubbed herself faster, letting her fingers fly across the top of her clit, just making contact with that most sensitive spot at the tip. Her other hand grabbed at her nipple, squeezing it viciously against her palm, making her gasp with the sudden pain as she stretched it away from her body, only to release it just as suddenly and allow it to bounce back ready to be pulled again. She felt him speed up, thrusting more rapidly into her as her need increased, keeping her on the edge of fulfillment without allowing her to cum. It was pure ecstasy.

She allowed him to fuck her like that for as long as she could, but it was not long before her growing orgasm began to make itself known more forcefully. The sensitive heat that had been born in her pelvis was growing, becoming fiercer, and more demanding as it intensified. Soon it was as if a small volcano inhabited her body, its lava pushing its way closer to the surface, ready for that ecstatic eruption that she could feel developing. Now she needed more, and she played with her clit more roughly, pressing down with her finger tips as she rubbed Her swollen clit. At the same time mentally willing her lover to fuck her harder. It seemed that as always he knew instinctively what she wanted and leaned forward over her, resting his hands on the ground beside her and lifting himself from his haunches to plunge harder and deeper into her, rolling her legs right back against her chest to do so, leaving just enough room for her hand to reach between them and play with herself. Now she arched her back under him...lifting her pussy up to an even better angle for his increasingly urgent thrusts. Her head was thrown back and tiny whimpers of happiness escaped from between her clenched teeth.

She was getting closer; she could feel the lava boiling up, the pressure building, and the heat of her mounting orgasm was getting almost too much to bear. It would be soon, and it would be fantastic. Still she reached between her legs rubbing frantically at her clit, her body shuddering with small involuntary jerks that threatened to displace her fingers, but she couldn't stop, she was too damn close. Even as her orgasm threatened to overwhelm her she became conscious of another presence, of another pair of eyes on her. She turned her head to the and there, standing roughly where her man had first stood, was a woman with a little white dog. A terrier of some sort she noted. The dog was unconcerned, more interested in sniffing around a clump of grass than with the couple on the bank, but the woman stood with her hand over her mouth in astonishment, clearly shocked by what she saw before her. She was a woman in her forties, well dressed and elegantly beautiful in slacks and sweater and very obviously not accustomed to finding two naked people fucking in front of her. Sarah caught the woman's eye and held it, looking directly at her and smiling slightly even as her stranger thrust into her, her head being jolted a little by the force of his thrusts. "Look at me." She told the woman. The woman obediently moved her stance a little to the side, wrenching her eyes away from Sarah's and looking at the junction of the two bodies lying before her. Sarah knew that she could see her pussy; see the thick hard cock sliding in and out, shiny with her natural lubricant, and this knowledge brought her even closer to the edge of impending orgasm.

She loved the idea of being seen having sex, and especially by someone like this dog owner, who could be shocked and offended by such an open display. She knew also that the woman could not help herself, could not stop herself from staring at Sarah's body and at her well filled pussy. Her fingers were still working at her clit, rubbing it, squeezing it, tugging at it, determined to make herself cum, more than ever now that she was being watched. The woman moved forward slightly, just enough to get a better view and Sarah smiled again and nodded in encouragement, wanting her to get the best sight of the strangers' long thick cock as it plundered her sex. Shyly the woman smiled back, letting her hand drop away from her mouth and the tip of her tongue trace seductively around her lips. The movement was subconscious but revealed the effect of the spectacle she was watching.

"My God, I wish that was me." The woman mouthed silently. That was enough The woman's approval did it for Sarah, and with perfect timing she and her lover exploded into climax together. She wanted to cum with somebody watching, just as she had many times before, and this was it. Her pelvis jerked hard, pushing her against the cock inside her and she cried out loud, letting her audience and the whole world know that she had reached completion. All the time as her orgasm surged through her Sarah kept her eyes squeezed tight shut, reveling in feeling the sensation of the man's cock twitching and spurting deep inside her, sending powerful jets of cum splattering against her cervix. Her hips danced against the ground, her fingers rubbing hard on her clitoris as she lost herself in the thrill of her orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her, making her cry out again and again, lifting her hips and arching her back, sweat breaking out all over her body from the effort of cumming so hard.

Eventually her orgasm began to pass, her cries turned to whimpers, her body reduced to a quivering mess, finally stopping its uncontrolled jerks and jolts. Eventually, her fingers slowed until they were hardly moving against her suddenly hypersensitive clitoris. Then it was over and she let out her breath in a whoosh, to lie panting and spent, her entire being trembling from the effects of her orgasm and her skin shiny from sweat.

She opened her eyes and looked around her bedroom, already missing the man and the woman from her fantasy. Nine times out of ten, when she wanted to masturbate, that was the fantasy that her mind seized upon to stimulate her. There were variations, but always she was naked and masturbating in a public place when someone, sometimes male and sometimes female, came along to watch. But even so, this was the first time she had fantasized of being fucked in public, a new and welcome variation on an old theme. What would her fantasy be the next time she wondered, and would she ever get the nerve to try it for real?