Feeling a little dark and brooding today, so I'm returning to the pleasant -- and delightfully naughty -- memory of sex on the beach and my "second first date" with my hubby.
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More Sex On The Beach
"I hope you're
that kind of girl. And after your little adventure in the car, I'm pretty sure you are. Let me help you with that."
He slipped my blouse off, nuzzling my hair and gently kissing my neck and shoulders as he deftly unhooked my bra. Slipping the straps off my shoulders, he continued to kiss me, his hands gently massaging my neck as his lips and tongue moved down my chest.
The bra fell to the ground and I felt the weight of my breasts shift from the security and support of sturdy fabric to a loose freedom. The cool breeze from the ocean quickly evaporated the perspiration that had accumulated. I felt my nipples harden, not just from the breeze, but because Nick's wet caresses had reached them.
He cupped my breasts, one in each hand, and squeezed them together, his thumbs massaging my nipples to increased hardness. He licked and sucked them and that familiar feeling of arousal began to stir inside me.
"Mmm," he said. "Salty. I like that."
"There's more where that came from," I moaned. "Just keep doing what you're doing."
I wedged my arms between his, careful not to interrupt his attentions to my tits, and pulled up his polo shirt.
He stopped for a moment as I slipped the shirt over his head, thoroughly mussing his hair. I ran my fingers through it and grabbed it tightly, pulling his lips to mine. There'd be plenty of time later for my tits. Right now, I wanted to taste him, the wine and the delicious dinner still on his breath.
I slipped his lips apart with my tongue, probing gently at first, then more urgently. He responded and slipped the tip of his tongue into my mouth. I pressed my teeth down, clamping it and pulling it farther toward me, then released my teeth and wrapped my lips around it, sucking hard. He moaned softly, relaxing and letting me suck him toward me.
He wrapped his arms around me, sliding his hands down my back and over the Spanx.
"I like that," he whispered. "You want to keep it on?"
"Sure. I'm up for a little mild bondage."
He slid his hands along the thin ribbon of flesh between the bottom of my Spanx and the top of my jeans, then reaching around, he undid the button and zipper.
I released his tongue and kissed his chest, caressing his nipples as he had mine. They were tiny, but immediately became hard as I sucked and bit them.
He pushed his hands down inside my pants, slowly dragged his fingertips from the top of my ass to the bottom, then dug them into the flesh of my cheeks.
"Thong?" he asked. "You must have been pretty sure you'd score tonight."
"Don't flatter yourself," I answered. "Once you get used to it, it's really comfortable. And it does make it easier for you to grab my ass."
He knelt on the towel in front of me and slowly pulled down my jeans. I looked down at him, his gray-flecked hair silver in the moonlight and my breasts seeming to float above him, firm and radiant in the pale light.
I stepped out of my pants, now wearing nothing but a thin, lacy, black thong and my "bondage" Spanx. In daylight, the thong left little to the imagination, but at night like this, it seemed a dark, mysterious realm of possibilities. I had a pretty good idea what those possibilities were.
Rubbing the front of Nick's jeans, I felt his hardness through the fabric. He groaned as I pressed harder and he fumbled to undo his belt, the button and the zipper.
"Let me do that," I murmured.
Kneeling in front of him, I had his pants off in seconds, followed by his boxers. I caressed his cock, feeling the blood throbbing in it. I was tempted to make some smartass crack about it still being in good shape for an old man, but decided not to ruin the moment.
I wet my lips and slipped them over the tip of his penis, gently at first, then harder and harder. He moaned and pushed it toward me.
Slowly, I worked my way down the pulsing shaft until I'd taken all of him in my mouth, the tip rubbing against the back of my throat. I pulled back slowly, achingly drawing my lips and teeth along the length of it to the little ridge from his circumcision, where I stopped and tugged, as if trying to get past it. I massaged his head with my tongue, still holding tight with my teeth and lips. Quivers of arousal shook his body.
I slid one hand between his legs, he spread them willingly, and I massaged the base of his cock and between his balls with my thumb. Then I slipped two fingers down and began to press rhythmically against the little spot between his sack and anus. He was shaking now with raging desire. I knew he might come at any moment, and I wanted to postpone that as long as possible.
Still with my fingers pressing hard on his perineum -- I had to look that up, it's the name for that spot -- I stood up, caressing his cock with my other hand, licking and kissing his chest.
Leaning up and whispering in his ear, I said, "I'm wet. Do you want to swim or fuck?"
His answer was to grab my ass firmly with both hands and lift me up, pulling my wet pussy forward against his cock. He knelt and gently lowered me onto my back, then ran his hands up my sides and onto my tits, pinching my nipples.
He lowered himself, still holding my breasts, and pressed his face against my cunt.
"Mmm. You
are wet."
He grabbed the top of my thong with his teeth and slowly pulled it down, revealing the dark patch of hair -- carefully trimmed that afternoon. The thong stretched down and he reached around and grabbing the thin band of fabric in the back, pulled it down toward my knees. I arched my back, clenching my ass and thrusting my pussy into the air, to help him get off.
In a moment, it was around my knees, then my ankles, then lying somewhere on the dark sand.
He pulled me toward him, my knees still bent, and wrapped his arms around me, cupping my ass in his hands, and gently rubbed his face between my thighs. I giggled, just a little, as a thrill raced through my body.
Pressing his face closer, he lifted me up and put my legs on his shoulders. I wrapped them around his neck and pulled him into me.
No longer needing his hands to support me, he reached around and pushed his thumb against the wet skin covering my clit, stretching and massaging it as he slipped his tongue into me, probing and licking the delicate flesh.
I was fully aroused and hot, ready to explode in ecstasy, but Nick had more planned. He pulled back on the skin covering my clit and revealed the hard little bud to full view.
Teasing it with his tongue, he slipped two fingers into my cunt, pressing up hard and massaging my second favorite spot. Then he went to work on my clit, pressing it between his lips and even nibbling at it with his teeth.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I tried to hold it in and let the pleasure build even more, but I just couldn't. It was too much.
I ground my cunt hard against his face, feeling the wetness gush out of me. An uncontrollable orgasm shuddered through me. I writhed and bucked, clenching his head between my thighs. For a second, I thought I might hurt him, then I didn't care as the orgasmic spasms enveloped me completely and carried me to another realm of consciousness.
Vaguely, I was aware of myself emitting whimpers of frenzied delight. Tears filled my eyes as the climax slowly faded away. I collapsed in a wet, sweaty, limp heap on the towel, panting and gasping for air.
Nick had released his grip on me and was lying quietly, still between my legs, his head resting on my belly. I stroked his hair and tried to think of something to say that would begin to express my feelings, but no words came. Nothing seemed adequate.
We lay quietly like that for what seemed like hours, physically and psychically bonded in a way that was impossible to explain.
Finally, I had enough energy to move. I wiped a damp strand of hair off my forehead and shifted slightly beneath Nick.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Just kill me now," I said. "Nothing could ever be better than this."
He laughed, I'm not sure why.
"But the night's not over. We still have the car. Or have you given up on your dream of fucking in it?"
"Oh, please. You'll kill me! Is it possible to orgasm to death?"
"I don't know," he said. "But a long, quiet drive down the coast may put you in the frame of mind to try again."
Groaning, he rolled over.
"Don't we have some clothes around here somewhere? I don't want to get pulled over at two in the morning for driving naked. What would the neighbors say?"
"They'd probably say I'm the luckiest woman in the world. And not just because you made me cum like a bullet train. It may take a while for us to figure out what to do with ourselves now that the kids are gone, but I think this is a great first step."
"It was nice. Maybe we could take up knitting for down times when we're not fucking each other senseless."
"Very funny. We could become sex-crazed yarn bombers. Fucking like rabbits and roaming the streets at night affixing colorful knitted items to public places. Do you think there's any chance we'll find my thong?"
"I don't think so. Let's leave it for someone else to find, that'll give them a surprise."
"Okay, then. We'll go commando."
If you like that and would like to read more, come back often. I'll share more excerpts and will announce when the book's completed!
