Beach Blanet Blonde

The following story did not really happen, although it was inspired by an actual event. I wrote it for my husband, who says he loves my lesbian fantasies.

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It is a beautiful, sunny, summer day, the kind we dream about all year. My husband and I just finished kayaking in the lake at one of our state's many metro-parks, and he is loading our boats onto our car rack when I notice a woman on the beach, kneeling on a blanket and struggling to apply suntan lotion to her back and shoulders. What I notice first is her svelte figure and the way it looks in the skimpy bathing suit she is wearing.

We kayak at this lake often during the summer months, and I rarely ogle the swimmers and sun-bathers on the beach; however, most of them wear more modest swimsuits, and this woman fills her scant two-piece so alluringly, I immediately finish undressing her with my eyes.

To be fair, one eye is sufficient to remove the thin strings and meager fabric covering her very lubricious flesh; my other eye is already busy imagining what I will do with that flesh once it is undressed!

From my vantage point in the parking lot, this woman is stunningly beautiful: wavy sun-bleached blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail on top of her head, a luminous yellow thong bikini tied in little bows at her hips, neck, and between her shoulder blades, and a figure that immediately makes my tongue stiff. I try to avoid my husband's attention as I gawk at her through the dark lenses of my sunglasses and imagine my hands holding her firm backside as I bury my face between her smooth legs.

She obviously works out.

I pleasure myself with a finger against the moist crotch of my gym shorts as my breathing quickens.

I bet she tastes as sweet as a coconut!

Involuntarily, a gasp escapes my lips, and my husband turns from his task and looks at me.

Because of my petite stature, I am not much help when it is time to load our kayaks onto our roof rack, so I excuse myself and walk onto the sand toward the object of my lustful desires while my husband continues to secure our kayaks for the short ride home.

The woman is facing the lake, with her back to me, as she applies suntan lotion to her shoulders. I step carefully between the towels and blankets of the swimmers and sun-bathers populating the beach, and when I am nearly beside the woman, I ask casually, "Need a hand?"

She turns her head to look at me with her alluring brown eyes and voluptuous lips, smiles a little self-consciously, and says, "Thanks, that would be great," handing me her bottle of suntan lotion.

As our hands touch briefly, goose-flesh covers my body and I feel momentarily light-headed.

I want this woman!

I squirt out a palmful of lotion, rub my hands together, and begin applying the sun-warmed liquid onto her soft shoulders and back as she lowers her chin toward her chest. I work my way up to her supple neck and down to the small of her back, then add more lotion to my hands and instruct her to lie face down on her blanket, facing the parking lot. I kneel on her blanket beside her and apply lotion to her lower back and hips, down to the yellow string holding her bikini together, then start on her thighs. When she does not seem bothered by my touching her there, I work my fingers slowly toward her inner thighs and then onto her sexy backside.

It is as firm as I imagined!

I slip one finger inside of the thong and slide it up and down her cleft, my heart pounding almost audibly as my level of excitement rises.

She squirms slightly and gasps as I touch her there, but gives no indication that I should stop.

I knead and massage her amazing backside, then straddle her legs, facing the lake, and rub suntan lotion onto her calves, heels, and the soft soles of her feet, provocatively fingering the spaces between her sexy toes.

"Ooh, that tickles," she giggles and raises one foot, which inadvertently, or not, lands directly between my spread legs and rests in my yearning crotch.

If she notices the heat of my passion, she does not mention it, nor does she move her foot from its station, and neither do I.

It feels incredible!

After a few wonderful moments of her foot pressing on my raging furnace, I ask her if she would like me to apply lotion to her front as well.

"OK," she whispers, almost breathlessly, and rolls over on her blanket.

Back on my knees, I straddle her narrow hips, once again facing the lake, and bend forward.

"Pardon the view," I say, half-heartedly, as I begin rubbing lotion onto her shins, ankles, and toes.

"It's a nice view," she replies as I caress her toes, then reaches up and places one hand on each of my hips.

I lean further and kiss the big toe of each foot, which entices another sexy giggle from her as she spanks my backside with an open palm. When I do not recoil, she spanks me again, a little harder, the sound of her smack on my wet gym shorts sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine.

"Are your shorts wet from kayaking," she asks in a seductive whisper, "or from something else?"

"How do you know I was kayaking?" I ask, surprised.

"Do you think you are the only one who notices beautiful women at the beach?" she answers my question with a question.

I do not feel beautiful this morning, dressed like a bum in an old T-shirt with no bra, and gym shorts sans panties, wet all over from sweat and the spray of the lake from my paddle, or at least, I did not feel beautiful until now. My vagina is on fire with passion, and I lean forward even further to gently kiss her inner thighs, my face mere inches from her luminous yellow clad prize, and fill my lungs with a mixture of coconut suntan lotion and magnificent female musk.

She spanks me again, harder still, and I know there is no turning back.

My hands still slippery with suntan lotion, I reach one finger inside of her swimsuit and enter her equally lubricated vagina, explore her intimately for a few moments, then suck her female secretions from my finger and smack my lips audibly.

So delicious!

I look back at her beautiful face; her mouth is open and her eyes are closed.

"Can we continue this in the changing room?" I ask quietly.

Eyes still closed, she nods submissively, and we both stand and walk, as if dazed by mutual carnal desire, to the women's changing room and lock the door. The addictive perfume of pure lesbian lust permeates the motionless air in the small space, further enticing my already seething libido.

Wasting no time, she unties the bows on her bikini and lets it fall to the floor, displaying small but very aroused pink nipples and a smooth, glistening prize. Then she lifts the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it over my head, pressing her chest into my own small but very aroused pink nipples. With both hands on my face, she kisses me passionately on and around my open mouth, our tongues engaging in a brief but intense duel.

"I love a woman who is good with her tongue," she says softly after we break our kiss, then lowers me to my knees and leans back onto the changing room's wooden bench, spreading her sumptuous legs invitingly.

Her hands on my head, I begin kissing her inner thighs gently, the appetizer before the main course. I tease her by drawing lines of saliva toward her waiting womanhood with the tip of my eager tongue, breathing on her as I nuzzle my way ever closer.

She begins moaning quietly, rocking her body to the rhythm of our shared passion.

Soon my hands are cupping her backside and I am diving deeply into her fiery vault, licking, sucking, and tasting her mouth-watering delights, slurping and panting uncontrollably with pleasure.

I continue consuming her wares even after her luscious orgasm fills my mouth and drips down my chin. She holds my head tightly between her legs for several rapturous moments of euphoric bliss, then lifts my face to hers for another sensuous kiss.

"My Darling," she says, exploring my mouth with her curious tongue, "That was so beautiful!"

I nod and turn my face to nibble her earlobe, then whisper, "Will you spank me?"

"Why?" she asks, seemingly startled by my request.

"Please?" I plead.

I bend myself over her lap and pull my gym shorts down around my ankles, then lower my head.

Instead of spanking me, she leans forward and kisses my backside, then reaches a hand between my legs and enters my sopping wet vagina with a finger.

The quickness with which my orgasm arrives surprises both of us and betrays my heightened level of arousal!

While she is sucking my vaginal secretions from her finger, I reach back and smack my own backside with an open palm, then do it again. After the third spank, she joins in, and continues until my second orgasm spills onto her naked thighs.

"I want to make love to you," she whispers after my breathing returns to normal.

We both stand up and trade places, but instead of sitting down, which would be uncomfortable so soon after my spanking, I lean forward and rest my elbows on the wooden bench, and she crouches behind my crimson backside and uses her talented tongue, lips, and fingers to coax me to a slow, simmering, very intense orgasm.

We kiss again after satisfying our salacious cravings, then dress each other and walk hand in hand to her blanket on the beach, seemingly unnoticed by the swimmers and sun-bathers occupying the patchwork of towels and blankets scattered about the hot sand.

"I wondered when you would be back," my husband says when I return to our car. He is sitting in the driver's seat with the windows rolled down, our kayaks securely mounted on our roof rack.

He smirks knowingly as I gingerly ease my tender backside onto the passenger seat, and I notice a bulge in the front of his gym shorts that was not there when we were kayaking on the lake. I make a mental note to take care of that for him at the first red light.

As we slowly pull out of the parking lot, he smiles and waves at the pretty blonde woman kneeling on the beach blanket in the luminous yellow thong bikini as she seemingly struggles to apply suntan lotion onto her back and shoulders.

My heart pounds in my chest as I anticipate the severe spanking I will receive for being such a naughty lesbian harlot the minute we arrive home and peel off our wet clothing. I loosen my seat-belt and lower my hungry mouth onto the tent in my husband's lap.

I am too excited to wait for the first red light!