Sin Deep Sex Deeper

The sun was beating down hard on the beach that morning. The temperature over ninety degrees and I was loving it. My skin was bronze-tan and as I lied on the beach atop my rainbow-colored towel, I felt I was in Heaven. I wore my big sunglasses and my black bikini. Nothing else was needed, and admittingly I should say the sunglasses was all I wanted to have on. But this was a public beach. Nudity was not allowed. It was stupid. Naked women are beautiful, no matter what shape or size they are. But that's this country for you, the pussies. I would have been naked constantly if I had my way. I love my body and would love everyone to see it and wish they could have it, figuratively and literally. I have smooth tanned skin, a nice plump butt, a sexy-shaped figure that my back and legs are most attractive, in my opinion. My breasts are my other favorite part of my body. I love my tits. They're not huge, but they're certainly not small either. My nipples are very sensitive, and I'm instantly turned on when they are touched.

I was here by myself because I needed a break. I needed time alone to think and to reprocess my life. What better way to do that than to be on the gorgeous beach in this amazing weather, watching the clouds above me in the sky? I'd occasionally look out to the ocean and let the mystical green-blue water take my mind off everything else.

My mind had been in a spiral to say the least. I haven't had much time to myself since I began a relationship with my former co-worker. He was sweet, but not very experienced. He was too loving and not sexual like me. It was fun what we did but I wanted more excitement. I needed to experiment more and have great sex more frequently. He was older than me and the relationship started because of attraction and common interests, as I guess most relationships do. He got a different job soon after, a better-paying job. He was now working for a law firm, while I stayed filing papers for a car dealership. I shouldn't have been jealous or resentful, but I couldn't help it. I know that also made our relationship difficult. I told him I was going to be gone for a couple days but we could keep in contact. I needed to get away for a couple days; not from him, but from life in general. Work was a pain in the ass, my car wasn't running its best lately. Everything was just weighing down on me all at once and I needed and escape. I needed a release.

I wasn't even sure if coming down to my favorite beach, and hour-and-a-half from home, would do much good to fix my issues, but at least they could distract me from them. I wasn't even sure if it would work; if I would get the release I really needed. It wasn't until I was getting ready to get up and go to the saunas that I realized that it would be possible. I saw a man, by himself; tall, thick black hair, and a perfectly toned body, just a few paces from me walk down to the water. I instantly felt hot, hotter than the bright sun had made me. I stood up and followed him casually out to the water. I was conscious to look around and see if he was really here by himself. I was certain he was. I didn't know what the hell I was doing or why. I didn't have a perfect life, but who did? I had a boyfriend, and I was in a good spot financially. So why was I about to do what I knew I shouldn't do? What was it about this guy that turned the switch in my brain (as well as my pussy) all the way to 100?

With every step I took toward him, toward the cold, salty ocean he was already walking in, my body got hotter and hotter. He didn't notice me until I was just a step or two behind him. I think I startled him.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hi," I greeted him with a smile, trying not to blush. "Did I scare you?"

"Maybe."

He turned back toward the waves and I was puzzled. Did this guy not like what he saw? Did I make him mad for flirting with him? Not sure why, but I had to know. This man, who easily could have been a model. It wasn't often that I saw a well-toned handsome guy like him without a woman on his arm or at least one close by. On this beach in the gorgeous weather most couples would be together enjoying the waves of the ocean or sunbathing together. But he seemed alone. I pursued him, trying not to let my conscience bagger me as I continued walking toward him.

"Hey," I called. You look lonely out here by yourself."

"Do I?" he asked, smiling.

"A little. You want some company?"

"Sure. I'm just cooling off. Might go find something else to do soon, but you're welcome to join me."

"Okay. I'm here by myself too."

"Really? Why is that?"

I chose my words carefully. "Long story, I guess. What were you planning on doing after this?"

"Not sure yet. Something more exciting hopefully.

He then dove into the water and began swimming further into the deepening waters. I followed. I wasn't the best swimmer, and the water was much colder than I anticipated it would be, but I followed. I couldn't figure him out. Was he leading me on or was he just not interested? I had to find out. Then I got an idea. He was several feet ahead of me and nobody else was close to where we were. I would find out if he was interested in me by pulling off my top and pretending it had come loose accidentally. I pulled the strings of my bikini top loose and then swam faster toward him.

"Hey, wait up," I called.

He heard me and stopped moving. He waded in the water and waited for me to catch up. By now, my top had fallen completely off. My nipples were very hard due to the cold water. But that was fine with me. When I was close to him again, I noticed immediately that his eyes veered to my breasts that were bare and silently awaiting approval.

"Um, I think you lost something," he said.

"What?" I said, pretending not to know I was topless. I looked down at my breasts and did my best acting to really sell that losing my top was an accident. "Oh, god. I'm sorry. I can't believe I lost my top. Where did it go??"

"It's okay. No worries. We'll find it."

He began looking around. I smiled at him. I didn't cover up. He looked back at me, trying not to focus on my naked breasts.

"I don't mind if you don't," I told him.

He had found my top floating nearby and went to get it for me. He held it out to me and I took it. but I didn't put it on right away.

"Do I embarrass you?" I asked.

"No, not at all."

"Good. Because I'm not shy. You can look at them. I don't mind."

"Alright. You should be shy with a body like that, anyway."

I thought he might have embarrassed himself with that line. It seemed to come out of him without thought. I just smiled and thanked him. Then there was a slight awkward silence between us. It was as if we were sending psychic signals to each other and knew we both wanted the same thing. At least I felt it that way. I had made my decision by then. And it wasn't right or ethical, but I would do it. I just needed to know something first.

"Are you from around here or just vacationing?" I asked.

"I don't live far from here. I come here a couple times a week."

That was the answer I wanted. I smiled again and then turned from him, slowly moving toward the shore. I looked back at him, letting my eyes capture his for an instant. "Coming?"

"Sure," he said enthusiastically.

We made it back to the sandy beach and went to my spot where I was laying on my towel before. When he asked me what I wanted to do, I licked my lips and then told him, "I think I'm going to go get sweaty in the sauna."

I smiled and nudged him as I walked past him. I turned back and watched him eyeing me. He wanted to follow me. He knew I was inviting him. I just had to give him my seductive look and run my hands over my breasts.

I didn't know where the sauna was, but it didn't take long to find it. It was free for anyone, man or woman, to use. It was off the hallway that led to the locker rooms and the showers. I entered the sauna and was relieved that nobody was in there. I felt a rush of extreme humidity as I entered. I let the heavy wooden-framed door with the large glass window close behind me and then sat on the bench near the wet stones. I sat there for a few minutes, waiting for my company that I was certain was going to come at any moment, in more ways than one.

He came into the sauna room, just as I figured he would. I had my top off, making sure my breasts were sweaty and sexy-looking by the time he got in. When he came into the sauna, I knew I'd taken him by surprise sitting there with my tits out. This is what I wanted. He had seen me topless at the beach but that was supposed to look like an accident. I wasn't sure anymore if he still believed that, but either way it didn't matter to me. I greeted him and told him to sit by me. He did, not knowing how to react at first. I wanted his cock inside me and I was going to get it. I didn't even care if someone else walked in here. They would get the show of the century while I got what I needed from this cute and easygoing guy.

"I don't make you nervous, do I?" I asked him.

He smiled and shook his head. He scooted closer to me and asked, "Why, am I making you nervous?"

I smiled and then pushed myself close to him, making sure my breasts brushed against his firm chest. Then I turned slightly so I was linear with the bench inside and rested my feet on his lap, making sure my heels were against his genitals.

"Do you mind?" I asked.

"Not at all," he said.

I used my toes to rub his legs and slowly moved my feet onto his cock. It was already hard, I could feel it. He took my feet in his hands and began to massage them. That was unexpected, but I liked it.

"Do you mind if I go full-nude or would that embarrass you?" I asked.

"Not at all. Go for it."

"I will... if you do as well."

I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. He knew what I was doing. He liked it and he wanted to play along. I took off my bottom bikini and tossed it aside. Then I put my feet back on his lap.

"Your turn," I said.

He quickly pulled his trunks off, though I could tell he tried to play it cool rather than anxious. That was sweet. But I really didn't care at this point. No need to foreplay here. We both knew what the other wanted. I immediately wrapped my feet around his shaft and began to glide my soles up and down. It didn't take long before he took my feet in his hands again and brought them to his mouth and kissed them. It felt good. I knew he liked me by the way he wanted to worship my feet. I let him for a minute or so before I moved over and took him in my mouth. I could hear his moaning and it turned me on even more. I felt my pussy growing wetter and wetter and I sucked and stroked his big, hard cock. I wanted to suck him dry.

While I pleasured him, he also began to pleasure me, putting his fingers inside me from behind. His arms were just long enough to reach around behind me from where I was kneeling. I felt his fingers inside me massaging my g-spot while his thumb rubbed my clit. I was already getting close to climax. I did, letting out a passionate cry of pleasure. Then I was even more turned on. And straddled him where he sat, guiding his cock into my soaking wet cunt. It was incredible. I rode him hard and fast, enjoying the feeling of his tongue and lips moisten my breasts. He groped them hard, squeezing and sucking my nipples. I scratched his back and bit lightly into the skin of his neck when I reached orgasm again. The steam filled the sauna as we continued fucking. I could smell the sweat and the testosterone and the sexual fluids all at once. My body heat was rising, making me almost me faint.

Then we switched position. It was a position I had never been put in before. He stood up, holding me in his arms and then laid me down on the floor, my neck and shoulders the only part of me touching the smooth wooden floor beneath me, while the rest of my body was sticking up, leaning against his front. My feet were close to his face, allowing him to suck on my toes, while he remained inside me, thrusting hard in a downward motion. We were fucking almost like a see-saw. I'd never felt so good. It was so deep and intense. I told him to pull out suddenly as I felt a gush of fluid squirt from my pussy. He held my feet making sure I didn't fall. But even if I had fallen, I wouldn't have felt it. The pleasure was so intense, that's all I could feel.

Then we commenced the sex on the floor. This time he was behind me, his strong arms around my torso, cupping my breasts in his hands. I was amazed at how long he could go without climaxing himself. Ironically, that thought came into my mind only seconds before he came, my hot pussy being filled with his eruption. The steam from the sauna fogged up the glass door of the room and was making us hotter than fever temperature. The sweat poured off us like a running faucet.

It took a few minutes before my senses all returned. We laid therefore few minutes, cuddling. But I didn't want to cuddle. I was hot and covered in thick sweat. The sauna smelled like sex, which I didn't mind, but I was certain the next people that walked in might. I may have been an open book sexually and verbally, but I did have some dignity. I stood up, still feeling weak from the intensity of the sex. I felt his hand grab my foot. I turned and looked down at the seductive smile on his face. He wanted more. I did too. But not at that moment. My guilt began to surface. I began thinking of home; of my relationship that I went there to save in the first place.

"Stay with me for a while?" he asked.

"I've got to go cool off," I told him. "I want to shower and then maybe we can go somewhere else to continue this if I didn't wear out too much."

"I was worried I made you to worn out."

"Not a chance," I told him with a grin.

I grabbed my bikini, but I didn't put it on. I left the sauna, keeping eye out for anyone's eyes that may have been about to see the beauty of my body. It wasn't a very long trip to the women's locker room from the sauna. They were in the same building, though the hallway that connected them was large enough to hold several people, men and women, as they either went from one to the other or simply went back to the beach.

The women's locker room wasn't very big. The shower room had six stalls, three on each side. I went to the one in the center on the far side, further from the door after putting my bikini in a locker. I took a thick, pink sponge from a metal rack on the wall and filled it with liquid soap. When I turned the water on, the power of the spraying water was almost too intense. It stung a bit, but the temperature felt good on my perspiring skin. I let the water cascade down my body, closing my eyes and thinking hard about what I had just done. It was the best sex I had had in years, maybe the best ever. I subconsciously moved my hand to my clit and began massaging it. I moaned, feeling the orgasm begin to build. I should have considered that this was a public locker room and shower room just as the sauna was. Although this was not unisex like the sauna. I was pretty blunt around other women in general. Who cares if I was getting off? I'm sure I wasn't the only girl who had done this.

My orgasm was coming hard and fast. I stood tall on my toes and shrieked quietly as my pussy burned in pleasure. If anyone was there at that moment, I didn't know nor care.

But in another moment, I would.

I suddenly felt a strong hand touch my shoulder. I gasped and turned around. Standing behind me, naked and ready, was the man I had just fucked in the sauna. He was not allowed in here, nor would I be allowed in the men's locker room. But he had a look on his face that told me this was not over. I almost felt violated in a way. But perhaps it was because he was watching me masturbate rather than him showing up like that in the women's locker room.

"What are you doing in here. They will throw you out if they see you," I said.

"Who will?"

"The people that run this place? Other women that might come in here? I don't fucking know..."

He reached for the sponge I was still holding in my left hand. I pulled away.

"Turn around," he commanded.

"We can't do this here."

"Says who?"

I thought about that question for a moment. I had just instigated a sex session in a public sauna, and teased him out on the beach by making my bikini top come off in front of dozens of people to seduce him, so why was I now feeling modest and nervous? He wanted me. It turned him on to have sex in public places. It did me as well. Maybe it was the guilt of my choice I had made that was making me feel differently. My head and even my heart told me no...but my pussy told me the opposite. It was telling me it wanted to be filled. It was wet again, dripping wet. I shuddered.

"Turn around," he repeated.

This time, I did as he told me. He took the soap-filled sponge from my hand and again put his hand on my shoulder. I opened my legs and let the water continue to dowse my body...and his.

I reached behind me, using my soapy hand to stroke his cock. It was already half-hard when I grabbed it. He squeezed the sponge out over my chest letting the soapy water splash onto my breasts. He then took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them hard, letting the slippery soap-water make it easy to glide the thick flesh between his fingers. My nipples grew hard as rocks, sending a tingling sensation right to my pussy as he played with them.

"Fuck it, put in in me," I told him. "Fuck me!"

He turned me around and lifted me up by my ass. I coiled my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. He set me down on his dick, letting my weight glide my pussy onto it. I yelped in pleasure and then let him use me like a shake-weight, pounding my pussy. I didn't care who might have come into the showers and seen us now. Let them look, I decided.

"Fuck! Fuck me!" I yelled.

And he did. He pushed me hard against the wet tiled wall and continued thrusting into me. The water from the showerhead sprayed onto my back, cascading over my shoulders onto him. The soles of my feet were pressed hard against the wall as well. before long I was losing strength in my legs. He let me down, and then laid on his back beneath the water. I mounted him in reverse and then took control. I felt him grab onto my feet and hold firm as I grinded as hard as I could down on his hard cock. I began screaming in pleasure as I came again and again.

"I'm close," he told me. I'm so close."

I decided to dismount him and then finish him off a different way. I told him to stand up. He did, and I immediately took him in my mouth again. I looked up at him happily, knowing I was making him crazy, controlling when he would come. I could feel it. He was ready to erupt all over me. I let him. I held him with both hands and let him explode all over my breasts and neck. He was moaning so loud I thought he might pass out. But he didn't. Instead, he knelt beside me and kissed me. I was taken aback for a moment, but I let him continue. I held him, resting my head on his shoulder. I felt like a goddess, like the luckiest woman on earth. I had never had such an incredible experience before. I could literally feel my life opening a new door and closing a previous one. My entire body felt like it was engulfed in pleasure, every nerve ending burning with sensations I had never felt before.

But now with this recreation of myself, I also felt guilty, and worried. Should I have though? I honestly did not know. I did know that this man was amazing, and I would never be able to express my gratitude for what he did for me. I didn't think he even realized what he had done. It was after we both stood up and embraced beneath the hot shower water that I decided it was better off unsaid. I was better off closing this door now and never looking back.