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Life's a Beach
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LIFE'S A BEACH
by Sue
(This is a follow up to "Warm Night in the Caribe," and it is continued
further in "Alice and Joe and You and Me.")
I keep thinking back to that trip we took to that tropical paradise in the
Caribbean. My dreams are filled with memories of days and nights of gentle
loving and kinky capers. So much sex in such a short period of time... it all
runs together in my mind, like your come and my juices did. One of the
recollections that keeps recurring is about that day when we were sunning
ourselves at the beach.
The front of our cottage fronted on a beautiful beach that was wide, white
and 6 miles long. From our deck, we could see only a few other people
scattered along the length, and none were close by. We walked hand-in-hand,
out across the sand, and set up camp a few yards back from the edge of the
lapping waves. You were wearing that tiny black bikini bathing suit that I
had bought for you at the boutique, and I was wearing an even skimpier bikini
that was hot pink and as transparent as tracing paper. Since you had
explained that you weren't interested in soaking up too many rays, we had set
up a huge beach umbrella that shaded your beach chair, and I spread my giant
towel out right in front of the chair, where the warm sun could wash over me.
I arranged myself on my back with my head near your feet and my feet pointing
at the surf.
After a few minutes of tantalizing chit-chat about our prior evenings
encounter with the mysterious native in the pitch blackness of our cottage,
we were both starting to get aroused, and the hot sun was putting a sheen of
perspiration on my skin. I asked you to help apply my SPF 15 lotion, but when
I started to get up so that you could rub it on, you insisted that I should
remain in my comfortable recumbent position. Grabbing the lotion, you
squatted down next to my legs and rubbed in the lotion, starting with my
feet. I closed my eyes as your strong hands massaged the muscles of my calves
and toyed with my sensitive toes. It was so tantalizing to feel the slippery
lotion lubricating your fingers.
Then your hands worked their way up to my knees, and you teased me by
tickling the backs of my knees. I restrained myself from giggling, and the
ticklishness turned into something vaguely erotic. Continuing upward, you
began to massage my thighs, and I began to anticipate what it would feel like
when your hands ascended to my moistening cunt, only inches "north" of where
you were. I tingled with expectations. Now, I know you well enough to realize
that predictability is not to be expected from you. But in those early days
of our relationship, I didn't realize that you were so creative. So when you
pulled away from me and stood up, I started to whine at you to come back and
apply the lotion to my upper thighs, which I spread apart a little to give
you an ideas of where I really wanted you to pay attention.
But you silently answered my pleas with a stern look that let me know that I
shouldn't try to boss you around. I was pleased to see your gaze slide down
my body and alight upon my bikini bottom. My sparse cunt hair was trimmed
very close in so that it didn't show around the edge of my bikini, but the
material was so thin that the hair was visible as a texturing of the fabric.
And my labia formed two distinct ridges that bracketed the moist vertical
smear of moisture that had seeped out of my aroused cunt. As you stared, I
spread my legs a bit further and tipped my hips up so that you could see my
barely clad cunt even better.
Then you stepped back over to your beach chair and scootched it forwards so
that the set was directly over my face. I couldn't see what you were doing,
but suddenly I felt splatters of cool thick liquid splash onto the skin of my
tummy. At first I had the thought that you had had an orgasm and had shot
your semen onto my stomach... but of course, you had only had a few seconds
to accomplish this, and the liquid was too cold to have come from your cock.
Then I felt the soles of your feet begin to smear the creamy liquid around on
skin, and I realized that you had squirted the tanning lotion onto me. As
your feet started to gently rub the lotion around my torso, more fat dollops
of the cream spewed onto my breasts, my shoulders, my thighs and my crotch.
Your feet wandered up to my breasts and the toes slipped in under my bikini
top, pushing the lotion all around my tits. The big toe on each foot zeroed
in on my lengthening nipples, and then you began to clench your toes under,
capturing and gently squeezing my nipples with the toe and ball of each foot.
The milking action was unusual and exotic, and it made me squirm and shiver.
I reached up and fondled your calves as your feet came out from under the
bikini top and spread the lotion around my shoulders and then down the bumpy
surface of my ribs. I felt fresh spurts of the lotion falling randomly on my
body. Your right foot slithered up to my tummy and dipped into the pool of
thick cream that had formed in my belly button. Then those toes descended
further until they reached the low-slung waste band of my bikini panties, and
then dove under the edge. Your toes entwined themselves in my pubic hair, and
you were able to bend your big toe down enough to spread apart my labia and
press onto the hard nub of my clitoris. But within a few seconds, you pulled
your foot out and caught a fresh puddle of lotion and then pushed back into
my panties. A few more swabs like that and my bikini and crotch was
absolutely soaked with greasy, slippery lotion, and more squirts of the
lotion rained down on the outside of my panties, and onto my thighs. Finally,
you pulled your foot up and out over my crotch and down so that the heel was
rubbing my cunt area through the saturated thin material. The lotion pooled
and dripped everywhere, and your fat and solid heel ground firmly into my
slickened crotch, spreading the lips outward under the fabric so that the
inner lips and my erect clitoris were exposed to the welcome and relentless
pressure. Although my head was still trapped under the chair, I could easily
imagine the view you had, with the radiant pink material of my bikini almost
transparent, revealing the equally pink color of my engorged flesh.
My hands gravitated to my own breasts, and I pushed the top out of the way. I
used the ample supply of lotion to give my nipples and areolas a deep and
satisfying massage. Your foot lowered itself down so that your heel rests on
the towel, and your Achilles tendon was held in the passionate embrace of my
crotch. My hips began an instinctive up and down motion that rubbed my
barely-sheathed clitoris up and down on that slippery and unbendably rigid
rod of tendon. As I squeezed and twisted my nipples harder and harder, I
humped your leg faster and faster, bearing down relentlessly with an animal
urgency. I wasn't long before my orgasm caught me up in its surge of pulsing
ecstasy that was sustained by the pounding rhythm of the crashing waves. Only
as the intensity of the orgasm abated did I become aware of a new sensation:
a drip-drip-drip of lotion dropping onto one of my sensitized nipples. It
brought me back from dreamland with a fresh and rising sexual desire. Deep as
it was, this pleasure was not going to be the end of our carnal play for the
morning.
Part 2
I pushed up hard on the bottom of your chair's seat, and surprised you by
flipping it over backwards, leaving your sprawled on the white beach. The
sand coated your sweaty body in splotchy patterns, and then you jumped up and
raced into the water, vaulting over an incoming wave and knifing head-first
into the surf. I stood up to follow, and it took a moment to get over the
post-orgasmic dizziness. I stumbled into the water like a drunken sailer, and
a big wave knocked my legs out from under me. With a big breath of air held
in my lungs, I let my body go limp and felt the incredible power of the
churning water tumble my body around like a rag doll in a clothes drier. The
cool water perked up my senses, and I pushed up off the sandy bottom and shot
up into the air with my arms reaching toward the sun . When I came back down,
I swam underwater and snuck up to where you were standing and pulled your
skimpy bathing suit down to your knees. We spent the next 15 minutes chasing
and teasing each other until we were cold and exhausted. Then we strode up
onto the beach and back to our chair, table and umbrella.
By now the sun had moved so that the shade was on the blanket, so you lay
down with your head toward the water and your feet under the chair. Since
there was no one else near us on the beach, you agreed to take off your
bathing suit, and this revealed your cock. I know you didn't really
appreciate it when I told you that it looked particularly cute right then,
but that's what I kept thinking of. The cold water had shrunk your cock up
much smaller that usual, and it stuck straight out from your crotch . This
contrasted with your balls, which were filled with come that had accumulated
during your lotioning of my body. The skin of your balls was stretched tight
and smooth over the swollen eggs. It looked somehow cherubic and beautiful.
As I leaned over to examine it closely, your cock started to grow. It
happened so slowly that it was almost like trying to watch a flower bud open.
But millimeter by millimeter, the water-shrunken cock, grew fatter and
longer. It lay over to one side and started to stretch out toward your hip,
and then the head kind of rolled and slithered along your tummy until it
pointed up to your belly button. Still it continued to lengthen, nourished my
eager and riveted stare. Just as the tip looked like it was going to try to
fuck your navel, the whole length of your cock twitched and jerked up into
the air, hovering and convulsing an inch or so above your tummy. When I saw
that, I knew that it was beckoning me to do more than gaze upon its
magnificent beauty.
I grabbed our second (and last) bottle of sun lotion and squirted it down
onto your rigid cock. As the cool liquid reached its target, your cock
involuntarily bobbed and weaved, as if it was trying to hide from the
squirting lotion. Just as you had done for me, I hosed the lotion all over
your torso, thighs, and balls, and then used the soles of my feet to cradle
the length of your cock. I began to give you a satiny foot job with my well
lubricated feet. I probed around the ridged edge of the head with my toes,
and then massaged up and down the raised tube that runs up the entire length.
I also pushed your cock back and forth across your stomach, swabbing around
the lotion as if your cock was a windshield wiper. With one foot, I lightly
prodded and swirled your heavy balls.
When I thought you were starting to get too excited, I asked you to slide
your whole body further under the beach chair, so that your cock was directly
under the seat, just where my head had been earlier. While you did that, I
stood up and removed my wet bikini bottom, then sat back in the chair. This
was one of those beach chairs that has those flexible plastic strips running
side to side, forming the seat. I was able to push some of the strips
forward, and others back, so that my ass could hang down through the seat by
a couple of inches. At the same time, I could hook my knees up and onto the
wooden arms of the chair. This spread my ass cheeks and my cunt lips wide
open. It didn't take much imagination on your part to see what I had in mind.
You reached in under the chair and lifted your greasy cock straight up. My
cunt was so close that you had to bend that rigid piece of meat to get it
past my pubic hair and my clit, and then the head of your cock reached my
open vagina, and you released it. Without doing anything, your cock pushed up
into me two or three inches. That wasn't enough for either of us, and you
immediately started to lift and drop your ass, stabbing your long and hard
cock up into my avaricious cunt. In my position, I really couldn't move much,
so I left it for you to fuck me, which you did with great passion and
enthusiasm. It was so marvelous to be fucked by your huge cock while I gazed
out over the ocean. The sounds of the waves were mesmerizing. Your cock
filling my cunt was the only place that we were touching each other. I
reached down through the slats of plastic and rubbed my clitoris with one
hand, and the other reached even further under and I let my first and second
fingers scissor around the exposed part of your cock, applying even more
squeezing pressure to your hard cock as it plunged deep in and out of my
wide-open vagina. That was just what you needed; within moments, you began an
intense and convulsive orgasm. I looked down at your face and saw a grimace
that might have been mistaken for extreme pain, if I didn't know better. Your
hips thrust fiercely up into me, bumping the entire chair up and down. Your
final thrust left you paralyzed in an arched position, buried in my cunt as
deeply as you could. After half a minute, your body collapsed back down to
the towel, and only your cock's head was left inside me.
My rapid flicking of my clitoris finally had its desired effect, and I was
wracked by my second orgasm of the day. The spasms in my body were most
conspicuous inside my vagina, and the muscles contracted and squeezed out
much of the huge load of come that you had deposited. I could feel it flood
down out of me and around the head of your cock, down into your matted pubic
hair. And finally, as your cock shrank more and more, the head pulled out and
your cock flopped back down onto your stomach, thoroughly wet and satisfied.
I let my feet drop back down onto the sand and tipped my head back.
Within minutes you and I had fallen into deep sleep, filled with kinky dreams
of what might occur during the rest of our vacation. It's fortunate that we
applied the sunscreen so liberally, for as the sun contimnued to move across
the sky, we each got our share of the sleepy rays
I fell asleep wondering whether any of the other people on the beach would
walk by during our nap. What would they have seen -- my cunt dripping semen
down through the slats of the chair, onto your limp cock, which was coated
with streaks of already-dry come -- or would they just have paid attention to
the smug and satisfied smiles on our faces?
Upon our awakening, my curiosity was satisfied. On the towel next to your
head was a note:
"We are glad to see that you are enjoying your vacation. But you are
obviously running low on sun tan lotion. If you like some more, stop by our
villa. We are three houses down the beach from your place. Come by anytime,
and come as often as you can. Drinks are served at 5:00 pm. It's been a
pleasure seeing you! .................Alice and Joe."
Mmmmmm, sounds good, and the lotion is so expensive down here. We'll have to
check out their offer.
................Continued in "Alice and Joe and You and Me"
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