Session
Several years ago I was on a trip to Florida, where I had access to a gated community with its own stretch of hardly used beach. This was a very desolate spot in terms of crowds, and the beaches had high grassy dunes and were not particularly long from dune to water, especially at high tide. One evening as the sun was going in and the shadows were long I was walking at the back end of the beach, along the dunes, and I spied what appeared to be swimsuits. This was what was next to what appeared to be a damaged shed for storing buoys and fishing equipment. At this point I may have wandered into other people's private beach turf, but I didn't particularly care, now that there was the possibility of nakedness and some private voyeurism.
The suits were a male set of trumks and a bikini, top and bottom, strewn on the sand near a blanket. I ducked into the shed and found there was a narrow slat missing from the wall, just wide enough for me to see out but be in a shadow to anyone out there. I decided to wait, panting in anticipation, to see what the bathers would look like. I wouldn't be disappointed, as it turned out, and the experience is permanently etched in my mind.
The girl appeared first. Early twenties, she strode towards the blanket. Tan from head to toe, her soft skin was stretched tight over a slightly plump but muscular body, with powerful shoulders and legs. This did nothing to obscure her large swaying breasts with large nipples like gumdrops. She had a pretty, round face and curly, long sun-bleached blonde hair, but still, those tits! I imagined her riding me on top, so my dick, hands and eyes would be able to enjoy her perfection and softness. I had wood in an instant, and was completely unable to breathe or look away from her --- until I saw HIM.
I had never been one to lust after another man before, but maybe I'd never laid eyes on a dark chocolate Adonis like this. His hard muscles glistened with misty wetness in the waning sun, and I marveled at this specimen of maleness. But what took the breath right out of me was the magnificent black penis. Even just out of seawater, it bobbed, plump and long, and slapped against his thighs with each stride, and just had a look of anticipation, as if it were going to get some serious attention. For the first time in my life, I wanted to touch another man's cock, to just hold it in my hand, kiss it, lick it from base to tip, put it in my mouth and taste it and suck it and make it spurt. I wanted to rub my own big dick against it. They were almost back to where I was by now.
They got to the blanket and embraced passionately, kissing and massaging each others backs and asses. Gradually her hand reached between their sexy bodies and started stroking his hardon as I heard her moan with a horny throatiness only women in heat can generate. He turned her around and let his dick rest between her ass cheeks, so that he could fondle and massage those mouthwatering breasts. I noticed as he did this he crouched a little, so his penis was now thrusting between her thighs; it was so long it emerged just beneath her cunt and upper thighs. She stroked it this was for awhile, until she finally turned fast and knelt down before him. At this point I couldn't help but pull my throbbing penis out of my shorts and start to rub gently. I hoped they couldn't hear me amid the sound of the pounding surf.
