Sex on the Beach
By
HH SELF

Water lapped at her bottom as he carried her toward the beach. Muscular arms rippled, pulling her closer so their lips could meet. Locked in a kiss, his strides moved them closer to the white sands. The lagoon sparkled with silver crested ripples dancing with the warm ocean breeze. Two more steps made it obvious he was as naked as the woman in his arms. Also obvious, he was no little man. One of her arms held tight to his neck, her kisses answering his. Her other hand lowered to capture his still enlarging shaft between her palm and the swell of her ass. As she massaged the willing captive, his strides were not alone in lengthening. The water licking at his ankles, she raised her hand to his head, her fingers combing his dark thick hair. “Make love to me. Right here. Right now.”

“As you wish, my love” He lowered her to the wet sand. Gentle waves whispered at her body as his strong hands explored her golden skin. His kisses moved up her inner thigh until a flickering tongue explored every moist fold of her vulva. When her form writhed in the delight of water, sun and a man lavishing her body with caresses, her fingers locked into his thick curls and pulled him up to her, a blanket of passion, desire and love. He didn’t need a hand of guidance as the precise arch of hip placed the tip of his shaft so it nudged open her engorged nether lips. Their gazes locked. With a slow gentle motion, the huge member glided into a body shivering with ecstasy. His “I love you” answered with a sigh, a murmured reflection of a woman losing herself in a torrent of perfection.

They were too far away to understand each word, but those had to be what floated from the couple’s lips.

Susan shifted carefully behind the rock concealing her, not wanting the couple to know of her presence, not wanting the unfolding rapture to stop. She tried to dry her moist palms on her shorts, careful not to let her touch linger too long or pull her too deep into her own need. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Chris catching up with her. She pressed one finger to her lips and curled the fingers of her other hand slowly, calling him to her. A good thing the couple making love seemed lost in the heat of passion, because Chris’s efforts were half assed until he caught sight of the man and woman rolling over. She now rode astride him, her body undulating in what appeared slow motion, but the gasps of air her half-open mouth consumed, told of an onrushing uncontrollable fire.

Susan placed a finger to Chris’s lips, “I don’t want to disturb them. Aren’t they lovely together?”

Chris’s gaze locked to the couple. “She is beautiful. Mm, look at the size of those tits.”

“Look at how much love and passion is in every caress.” She reached out, and her fingers traced down Chris’s less than muscle-bound arm. “Does it give you any ideas?”

“Oh, you better believe it does.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his erection with one hand as he pulled Susan’s head toward him with the other. “Hurry up, and suck my cock so I can watch that hotty taking it good and those gorgeous big tits bouncing every time she impales herself.” He wiggled the erection in his hand, but his gaze stayed locked on the perfect blonde whose body glistened with a sheen of passion-born sweat.

In Susan’s mind, she stood up, slapped Chris, and as she walked off, the large man came over and pounded him into the sand for spying on them. However, she took hold of the erection with one hand and gave its tip a couple of quick licks. As she finished with the second swipe of her tongue, Chris shot two short spurts.

She didn’t bother putting away the flaccid penis. No doubt Chris would stay and try to get hard again as the woman, now on all fours, wiggled her ass. The man pulled her hair, arching her head back, as the thrust pummeled into her. “Oh God yes,” the woman cried out as repeated ravenous thrusts caused her body to tremble with every entry, her eyes begging for the man’s return within her at every withdrawal.

Susan’s gaze shifted from the couple to Chris, her nipples ached for his touch, the wetness of her palms overshadowed by the sodden heat between her thighs. “Chris,” a whisper so soft she barely perceived it herself. She knew it made no difference if whispered or screamed, as she slipped away unnoticed by all.

Slow steps interrupted by wishful glances over her shoulder took her back to the hotel. There she would be safe, to dream, to transform into the perfect size six, chest-heavy body it seemed all men wanted. With that kind of body in his arms, Chris would express passion and romance. He would want to make love to her on a beach instead of…

Sex on the Beach is part of the Men of Eros digest available at Midnight Showcase Publishing

last updated May, 2008