I am walking down the beach, water hitting me as the waves gently lap at my feet. My head is bent down as I look for shells. I am not paying attention to where I walk ... just meandering along the shore, enjoying the sun beating down on me. I am wearing a conservative one-piece ... black with red flowers across the chest. To the rest of the world I look different than I actually am. Everybody thinks I am this conservative, goody-two-shoes. Nobody sees beneath the outer shell. I continue walking down the beach, approaching the curve of the beach where it starts its turn back up the other side of the island.
I finally look up and realize it is isolated down at this end of the beach. I decide it is time to turn around. I return my gaze to the sand, looking for shells, as I turn and start back up the beach. Something makes me look up. I slow my steps. I glance around. There, to my left, you sit up on a mound of sand, out of reach of the water. I stop. I stare. I am mesmerized. I can't look away. I see you are staring at me.
Unable to stop myself, I slowly turn and find myself walking out of the water, up to where you sit. I cannot help myself, as I reach you, I look down. I see you are naked. Gloriously naked. I glance up to your face for a second, that is all the time I can be bothered to spare from your magnificent cock. Our eyes meet. I drop to my knees in front of you, only vaguely realizing this is a public beach. By now I have returned my gaze to your cock. It is laying there soft, nestled between your legs, not touching the sand. I notice the hair surrounding your cock is sparse. Just as I like it. On my knees I slowly reach my hands out to your chest, still watching your cock. I slowly trail my fingers, with their long red nails, over your chest, circling your nipples before trailing down your chest. My fingers follow your abdomen past your belly button to your cock.