A Walk on the Beach

by Joan H

Walking along the beach, the sun is well past the zenith but still high in the late afternoon sky - and it’s warm, very warm. The sand squeaks under my bare feet and sticks to the sweaty skin between my toes - gritty, rubbing the tender flesh there. The sand is hot, too hot to stop and sand still for more than a moment, so I keep walking. There is a delightful cooling breeze blowing off the serene ocean. The cooler air blows over the dampness of my sweating body that is clad only in very brief “speedo” style bathing suit - the sea breeze is so refreshing on a day like today. God how I love the sea!

Occasionally, I walk down to the water and wet my feet. It washes the sand out from between my toes, which returns as soon as I walk higher on the beach where the sand is dry and hot. The on shore wind rustles the palmettos at the top of the dunes just a few yards above the water’s edge and the sea oats sway in the wind atop the dunes with their own special rhythm. Their dry stalks rubbing together make a sound like someone crinkling cellophane. The dunes are high here, twenty feet or more. In places, the ocean has washed out sections during winter storms, so that little canyons have formed stretching in places dozens of yards back into the dunes. In these washouts, you can walk back away from the waterline and hide from the world in your own little secret nook filled with bits of driftwood and the sea oaks all about you. I like exploring these places. I like sitting tucked back out of sight and watching the world go by. I watch seagulls chasing ghost crabs, guys chasing girls in tiny string bikinis - grabbing playfully and sharing kisses, and more when they think no one is watching.

I even watched a young couple run into the surf - the surf was very tame that day, just a smooth low set of waves rolling in and rising gracefully up and curling onto the beach with the most pleasant soothing sound that only the ocean provide. They stooped down in the breakers embracing, kissing one another with abandon. Thinking the beach deserted, their bathing suits soon came off and I watched as they coupled in the warm surf. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, still, I could see them fucking quite plainly from my secret place in the dunes. I caught glimpses of her ample firm breasts bouncing as he pounded her eager pussy. I heard their laughter - I heard her muted screams of ecstasy over the surf when she came, as well as, his grunts as he shot his hot load a few seconds after her climax.

They weren’t very long with their fucking - frantic passion and no doubt afraid of getting caught, I suppose. When they were done, they looked up and down the beach to make sure no one was around and came out of the surf, both naked, carrying their suits. I kept wishing I had a camera with a telephoto lens - she was stunning as she splashed through the retreating waves as they came out of the water. Her golden hair was plastered to her head. His hair was blonde too and nearly as long as hers - it clung to his neck and back as well. From a distance, had it not been for his semi-hard cock and flat chest, they might have been confused for sisters. They both pulled up their bathing suits and she turned around to let him hook her bikini top in back, but he reached around her first and playfully cupped her delightful breasts and pinched her hard nipples.

I couldn’t help myself - I just had to walk out from my secret place amongst the dunes. Casually strolling towards the beach where they stood, I watched from the corner of my eye as the blonde girl saw me first. Her lover still struggling with her top - the cups were not yet covering her beautiful breasts and erect nipples that were bathed in the golden light of setting sun. When she saw me, she frantically grabbed her top and pulled it down to cover her luscious breasts and she turned beat red - even through her deep tan.

I smiled and waved, yelling. “Enjoying the beach?”. Then, I added. “Have a nice evening.”

Turning, I walked on down the beach away from them so they could not see my growing erection. The wind carried her worried voice to my ears - “my god, do you think he saw anything?”. II think he said something like “I don’t really give a shit.”

Then, I heard her blurt out. “God, that would be so exciting if he did … saw us fucking in the ocean … oh that really turns me on …”

I just smiled to myself - then I turned and give them a thumbs up. She turned saw it and turned around to bury her face against his bare chest but I’m certain I heard her giggling. I had to go some where fast and whack off - her last words made me want to run back and throw her to the sand and fuck her brains out.

That was just a few days ago.

Today the beach is empty once more. Maybe it’s the heat. I guess it must be in the nineties, but the sea breeze makes it feel so much cooler.

I decide to climb the dunes and go exploring once more. The sand squeaks louder as I climb and my bare feet slip in the soft sand as I struggle up the steep slopes. I have to bend over and sometimes even clutch at handfuls of sea oaks to keep from sliding back down slope. I am careful not to pull too hard on the dune grass as I know how vital it is for keeping the dunes in place. I eventually reach the summit of these impressive mounds of sand and I stand tall like a mountain climber reaching the summit of a tall mountain peak.

After a walking along the top of the dunes for about ten minutes I discover another of those secret places washed out by some long ago storm. But this time I’ve found it from the top of the dunes and realize it might not even be visible from the beach level at all. As I start to descend into this newly discovered hidden realm, I hear a noise. My first thought is that it’s the wind coming off the ocean, pushing the grass around, or blowing bits of sand across the dunes - but I stop and listen. It's coming from below, from this huge crease in the dunes - this large cleft in the sand. It's about twenty feet down to the bottom. My guess is that the bottom is probably just about level with the beach. Slowly, I begin a careful decent, not wanting to make any more noise than necessary. I am curious what might be down there. Perhaps some wildlife and I don’t want to scare it off.

About half way down, I stop again. I notice there are many short side passages within this larger rift in the dunes and they run a short way into the sand at right angles from the main depression. I hear the odd sounds again and now they are more distinct - clearly it’s a person I’m hearing. A woman by the sound of it, crying, or crying out? I can’t be sure. Now, I continue very carefully and slowly, my heart beginning to race, unsure if I should proceed, or maybe, turn back. But, maybe someone’s in trouble, I think. After all why would a woman be down here? Maybe she fell and she’s hurt. Then more a sinister thought invade my head and my blood runs cold - what if I am walking in on a rape or something and the guy thinks he has to kill us both?

No! I think. She's probably just hurt. At this thought I almost break into a run. I could be a hero - rescuing a lady in distress. Then as I draw closer I hear her much more clearly and I know, at once, she’s not hurt. She’s in ecstasy! From what I hear now, I surmise she must be on the verge of an orgasm. Maybe, I think, its that couple I saw the other day. My speedo suit begins to swell in front - a bulge rapidly fills the skimpy trunks to capacity. I’m not bragging mind you, but when fully erect I’m just about nine inches and very thick. Most girls I’ve been with seem to like that.

I move very slowly down through the bottom of the sandy ravine - to a point where its turns sharply to the left. I see the edge of a blanket on the sandy floor as I start to round the turn, and a foot - a smallish foot with bright red toenails. The foot is dug half way into the sand. I can hear the woman’s heavy breathing and even hear the sound of her fingers working on what could only be a very wet pussy. Her noisy gasps are coming more rapidly in her efforts to reach that pinnacle of womanly bliss. I inch around the corner and lean my head slowly around to see who is on the other side. To my utter shock and delight I see it’s the same blonde I watched just a few days ago fucking her friend in the squeezed tight or she’d have seen me immediately. God, she’s almost there, ready to cum at any moment. My first urge is to rush forward and jump her magnificent body and bury myself in the dripping folds of her womanhood!

But I stand frozen in awe and delight - a drop of sweat runs down my forehead, between my eyes and hangs precariously from the tip of my nose. I resist the urge to wipe it off for fear that any movement might alert her to my presence. I feel the blood pounding in my temples as my races with the excitement of watching this stunning beauty masturbate and from the thrill of voyeuristically sharing such an intimate experience.

She is completely naked. Her bright yellow bikini top has been flung to the sand next to her blanket. Her string bikini bottom is untied and lies useless under her perfectly proportioned and luscious bottom. I clearly watch her minister to her clit and see the fingers of her right hand work viscously at her drenched pussy while her left hand frantically squeezes her tits and pushes and pulls at them roughly.

Then it happens. She’s there. She tries as best she can to muffle a scream. Still, she's pretty loud as her hips rise up and she her pussy those final strokes with a vengeance. She’s cums, and cums hard. It's all I can do to keep from diving on her and stabbing her with my now aching cock. I'm also amazed Spike (that's what I call him) hasn’t sprung from hiding in my skimpy bathing suit on his own.

She’s starts to come down and I know she’ll open her eyes soon, so I take one more step around the corner and blurt out, “Are you all right, miss?”

Her eyes spring open! She instinctively covers her pussy with one hand, and one tit with the other.

“Oh my god … h’hooow long …. have you ba ba been there?” She stutters, totally embarrassed and still not fully recovered from her orgasmic bliss.

“Just a minute.” I smile.

“You’re the guy we saw the other … “ And then her eyes lower and catch the sight of my nine inches straining at the spandex of my suit - clearly pressing the stretchy material to the limits of endurance. Suddenly, she is speechless and a sly grin begins to form.

“Ah .. yeh, that was me.” I confess.

"And you just stood here now - the whole time, watching me rub my pussy?"

"Ahhhh .... well ... not exactly the whole ..."

"Come over here, now!" She commands.

I take a few tentative steps towards her and when I’m close enough she grabs my trunks with her right hand and pulls them down. My friend, Spike, jumps out to say “hi” to his new found friend. She apparently decides that he deserves a kiss as she sits up and wraps her lips around my happy friend - I am in heaven.

She shifts to her knees and takes me deep inside her mouth. Her tongue does things to me that I don't have words for. I've never been good at control. So in less than a minute - hmmm, maybe two at best - my balls tighten and the muscles in my butt contract. I just can't hold back. Some of my warm thick white juice runs down her chin and drips on to the small neatly trimmed patch of very fine golden hair of her mound.

She's a natural blonde, I think.

Her head continues to bob back and forth - keeping me hard. Abruptly, she stops and lies back on her beach towel with her elbows supporting her torso. She spreads her long fit legs, then barks more orders.

"First, lick your cum off my pussy, then, you can lick my clit until I cum again. If you're really really good, I might let your friend inside to play."

A control freak! But as Paul Simon once sang, "Who am I to blow against the wind?"

Dutifully I lie on my belly as ordered and I lick my own cum from her curly sparse bush. It isn't as bad as I thought it might be, I actually sort of like the taste - kind of salty, and otherwise a taste difficult to describe. That obligation fulfilled, I begin in earnest to comply with her second wish.

Oh god the smell and taste of her pussy almost make me cum again without even being touched, she smells tastes that good! Her belly is glistening with sweat from her first orgasm and her pussy is still dripping with her own juices.

She throws her head back as soon as my tongue begins to lap at her little button, then her hips begin to gyrate - up and sideways, back and forth, then down and up, and on and on. I can scarcely keep my mouth over the super sensitive little knob that so obviously controls her uncontrollable behavior. She moans, then gasps - she emits little yelps and then more groaning. Her sounds of joy escalate in frequency and intensity. I slow my pace a bit.

"No ... god .... don't stop!" She gasps almost unintelligibly.

Of course, I have no intention of stopping, but I want to make it last - I'm just thinking of her! Well, maybe I'm thinking of the reward she offered if I do a good job.

Her hips and pussy continue to buck against my mouth - my face is slick from her wet pussy. My arms are wrapped underneath her legs - one curls around and rubs her flat tummy slippery with her sweat, the other squeezes her luscious tits. The hand on her belly tries to control some of her thrashing but with little success. My mouth is getting tired - my tongue is not used to such strenuous efforts and I begin to wonder if I can keep up the frantic pace. Before I give out completely I speed up my flicking tongue and she screams in delight. Her hips rise to the apex. Her hands bury themselves in my thick hair and she holds on for all she's worth as her screams of delight echo in our little hide away. I begin to wonder if I'll be needing a toupee until the hair, that she is obviously pulling out by the roots, grows in again.

Finally, her grip relaxes and I let out a sigh of relief as the pain in my head begins to subside. She too lets out a mighty sigh as her incredible orgasm retreats. She giggles and lifts up on her elbows again. Her face is dripping sweat, she has to blink to clear the sweat from her eyes and her breath still comes in short frantic gasps.

She looks at me - my face shinny from my own sweat mixed with her pussy juices. I am chewing gently and contentedly on her inner pussy lips and flicking my tongue as far inside her vagina as possible from time to time. I look up and see her watching me intently.

"Come here." She says.

I lift up on my elbows and lean over her - my chin brushing the nipple of her left breast along the way. She emits a little gasp as she feels the roughness of my beard stubble brush over her sensitive nipple. Her hands grasp my head and bury themselves in my hair again. She pulls me to her mouth and I settle on top of her warm sweaty slippery body and I delight in her passionate kisses. Spike finds his way to her wet cleft all by himself and begins to rub up against her now overly sensitive clit.

"Careful." She says in a muffled soft voice, my mouth still covering hers. I slip and slide over her lean tanned body, our sweat mixing, our bodies melting into one another’s in the molten heat of the hot afternoon and scorching dunes.

Her hand reaches down between our bodies and I feel her grab my friend. One quick little move, and the next thing I know, I'm buried deep in her warm wet wonderland of silky pink flesh. Her breath is taken away momentarily as Spike penetrates her to the limit. She whimpers in her joy at being filled to the depths of her soul with my manhood.

I pump her very slowly. At the bottom of each stroke I linger and move my hips sideways to leverage my cock inside her. She likes this. Her arms are wrapped tight around my back - her teeth are biting my ear lobe just on the edge between pain and delirious pleasure. Her hot breath sends shivers down my back and I pound her hard in response.

“More.” She says breathlessly. “Oh god please, do that more … more!”

I withdraw slowly, then jerk my hips and slam deep into her waiting pussy. She shrieks in rapture. I back off slowly once more. Then pound into her.

“Oh yes! Oh god yes!”

Again I pierce her pussy to the max. And again. Always slowly out, then slamming in. She mumbles sweet nasty things in my ear.

“Fuck me harder, harder … oh god fuck me!”

I pick up the place - no longer taking my time coming out. I just do as she asks, ramming her as hard as I can, building up slowly so that soon I am fucking her as fast and as furiously as I am able. Her words become unintelligible, her fingernails scrape and dig into my back with a vengeance. Her hands abruptly shift to the backs of my thighs and her pulls desperately at me - at the same time I feel her pussy muscles tighten around my thick cock. She screams directly into my left ear. She’s cumming and cumming … and cumming. She’s cums forever and I keep pumping her with what’s left of my waning strength.

“Oh christ … did you cum?” She says with difficulty after a long while.

“No, not again.” I tell her, slowing my pace, but still fucking her - her pussy still contracting in spasms and squeezing my friend Spike.

“I want you to come again.” She says. “Come up here.”

She pulls my hips up and over her tummy. The sweaty cheeks of my ass settle high on her belly and my buddy Spike nestles between her perfectly formed breasts. She pushes them together and surrounds my meat with perfectly formed tits. The sweat on her chest and the pussy juice on my cock make it just as wet and slippery as inside her pussy. I instinctively start to fuck her tits. Spike sticks well out above her tits and she tilts her head forward and swallows the head. Her tongue starts to do those magic things she’d done earlier, and in no time, I shoot another load into her waiting mouth. I almost collapse on her head but manage to support myself on my elbows as I spasm over and over - groaning uncontrollably. It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Oh my that was good.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” She says gleefully.

“Liked it … I loved it!”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” I reply. “I am your humble and obedient servant.” I say with a sly smile.

“What’s you name?”

I can’t help it. I laugh. I double over in uncontrollable hysterical laughter. It strikes me as so absolutely funny that we’ve just shared such an incredible intimate experience - and we didn’t even know each other‘s names.

“James.” I finally manage. “And you?”

“Jennifer.”

I am now straddling her torso, the tip of my semi-hard cock is resting on her naval. I smile my biggest smile and extend my hand.

“Pleased to make you acquaintance.”

Now, she can’t help herself and she too laughs with abandon. Infectious, I once again lose control. She pulls me close and kisses me through her mirth. Our teeth clink together, our tongues dance together inside her sweat mouth. Spike regains interest and begins exploring once again in her nether regions.

We spend rest of the day fucking each other’s brains out until we are both raw and sore. At dusk, we run naked over the dunes together down into the surf. We each get a rather harsh surprise when the salt water finds the raw places on our bodies. We quickly rinse, and run back to her blanket and dry off sharing her one and only beach towel.

We transfer her blanket to the top of the dunes and sit there side by side just as the sun sets in the sound on the other side of the narrow barrier island. The sky fills with glorious pinks and orange-yellow hues - fluffy streaks of clouds are on fire with the beauty of our special sunset. Her arms slide around behind me and her lips nibble on my ear. Little chills spread through me. We kiss, a long gentle kiss - our mouths opening to one another as our souls soar in the beauty of the evening and our mutual joy.

“Will you be on the beach tomorrow?” I ask as our lips part.

“I don’t think so.” She says.

“Oh …” I frown.

“But, neither will you.” She says with a grin.

“Huh?”

“You’ll be in bed with me.” She says with a laugh. “Come on, let’s go home.”