Standing on the white sand of the beach her bare toes buried in the thick softness, she watched the tide coming in. The moon was rising on the eastern horizon, the glowing orb coating everything in a pearlescent light. It reflected off the water, soft rays of moonlight dappling her bare skin covering her in a camouflage of shadows. She sat down; drawing her knees up to her chest she closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the waves as they broke on the shoreline. Her long black hair fell down her back, gleaming even darker in the moonlight. Tilting her head to the side she untied the knot in her white halter top, letting it fall down and then lifting it off over her head. Soon her blue wrap around skirt had followed her top to the sand and she was standing again, Venus newly born from the waves. She walked down towards the water, toying with it along the edge of the beach and then walked in deeper. She let the waves crash against her body, the warm water caressing her body like a lover. She walked into the next wave, letting it crash over her head, emerging dripping. She wiped her hair out of her eyes and walked out farther, all that was visible now was her head, and against the black backdrop of the night sky it was barely visible at all.
He walked along the beach, sandals dangling from his long fingers. His eyes, accustomed to nighttime strolls on the beach, easily picked out where to step. He walked further back along the edge beach, a dark silhouette against the rocks. He absorbed the moonlight, a shadow in the night. The pieces of driftwood that littered the beach gleamed eerily, their shapes morphed into chimerical beasts that lived only on this night. To him the whole night seemed slightly fantastic, like something out of a fairy tale. Turning he looked offshore, his eyes wandering the familiar vista. Then he saw her.
She rose from the water, a goddess from the sea, the water clinging to her body like diamonds. The moonlight made her luminous, and his eyes wandered her lush body. She was full figured, her breasts large and slightly pendulous. Her stomach was rounded, and her legs were well shaped, but even at a distance he could tell they were thick. She sat on the sand, her legs stretched out in front of her. She leaned back and stared up at the night sky, one leg bent and the other tucked under at the ankle. Her breasts fell to either side, looking like plump melons, and she absently stroked a finger over a nipple. A cool breeze blew across the sand and he crept closer, staying hidden in the shadows along the rocks. Lost in her contemplation of the stars there was no chance she would ever know he was there. He was slightly above her on the beach, and off to the side, in an almost perfect position to watch her. His eyes wandered hungrily over her naked beauty, admiring her voluptuous figure. Her fingers pinched a nipple, rolling it, stretching it, teasing it, and at the same time she teased herself, she teased him. Her gaze traveled down her lush form and she slipped her other hand down between her thighs. At first he couldn't see, although he knew what she was doing, but then her knee fell to the side and she was opened for him. Her fingers parted the lips of her pussy and her middle finger lazily circled her clit. She had switched nipples on the top and was now teasing the other one.
His cock was throbbing in his shorts, hard and anxious. Reaching down he unbuttoned them and began stroking himself, his hand sliding up and down his cock, unconsciously matching the rhythm that the mystery woman had set for herself. He watched her as her breathing quickened and her skin began to flush. Her fingers were alternating between rubbing her enlarged clit and fucking her apparently tight pussy. He noticed that she never used more then two fingers, and even two fingers seemed to be a slight stretch for her. He was momentarily caught off guard when she turned and picked something up from beside her. He took advantage of the momentary pause to improve his viewing position and when she turned back, he smiled widely. It was a curved dildo. He couldn't make out exactly what it looked like, but the light caught it well enough he knew it was glass.
She slid it deep and began to fuck herself slowly. His hand wrapped a bit tighter around the shaft of his pulsating cock as he stroked himself, imagining that it was he inside of her. Just then she threw back her head, her long hair, which had been masking one of her beautiful breasts, fell back exposing all to his view. She licked two fingers, sucking them almost like she was imagining a hard dick in their place, and then they were on her clit. She fucked herself in a steady rhythm, but as she began to become more aroused, it quickened, and soon she was stroking herself with fervor. He was close to cumming as well. The precum dripping from the head of his cock was lubricating his strokes and he quickened with her. Unable to stop himself he let out a low moan. Stopping, she looked around, her eyes scanning her surroundings, and then deciding it was her imagination she continued her self-pleasuring. The closer she came the louder her moans became, and as he watched, her body bowed on the beach, her hips rising to meet the thrust of the simulated cock, her fingers twisting her nipples, and rubbing feverishly at her clit. With a last long throaty moan she settled on the beach, laying her toy to the side. Looking down, he grimaced; his shorts were stained with thick white cum, evidence of his voyeuristic excursion. Eventually the woman clothed herself, and tucked everything away and then, resuming his walk, he came upon her.
"Good evening," he said, his voice low and sexy, "It's a lovely night."
"Yes it is," her voice danced across his nerves, teasing him like the breeze teased the sand.
"I haven't seen you here before, do you live near here?" he couldn't contain his curiosity.
"I'm vacationing. This is a lovely island as are its people" she looked at him, her eyes meeting his with a flirtatious glint.
His eyes meant hers and recognizing her look he drew his fingers up her arm and touched her shoulder, he leaned in and whispered
