The glistening pinkness sparkled as the sun’s rays shot its warmth down on her. She lay there on the beach towel, legs spread as wide as she could get them, the meaty folds that usually hid what was inside, outstretched to the limits of no purity. Her breasts, so firm, formed perfect cones that projected up in the hot summer air with nipples so erect, they resembled pink pencil erasers dangling rigidly in the salt laden atmosphere. Her fingers ran up and down her genital orifice, catching the dampness that evaded her on the tips of them, making some of the strands of the light brown patch above it, reflect the warm summer sun as her finger moved in circles through it.
She always thought that she was the only one on the beach at this time. It was her spot, the one where she always unfolded that large aqua blue beach towel. The location in which she thought no one would ever see her. She had scoped it out thoroughly. Nobody ever walked by. Nobody was ever around. In her mind, she was the only one that was ever there. The only one that ever saw her take off, which ever bikini she chose to wear that day, and lay her already tanned body upon the aqua blue beach towel. She never knew that I watched her. Never knew that I could see her take everything off and grab the bottle of body tanning oil and rub it all over, so she gleamed in the sun’s brightness. No, she never knew.
Today was no different. At the same time as usual, she showed up. This time donning an emerald green bikini, almost metallic like, that shimmered in the summer sun. Her light brown hair, with almost blonde highlights streaking amid the thick mane, this time was tied back in a ponytail. Once again, with the same colored beach towel and body tanning oil held in her long fingered hands, she unfurled the towel so it could land lightly upon the white sand. Leaning down, she straightened the edges of it and leaned back up. As she always did, she looked around, slowly, in all directions and was once again satisfied no one was around. That was her sign to do what she always did. Little did she know I was watching. I was always watching.
Reaching around her back and up to the bikini strap that held her breasts, she untied it and slipped the other strap over her head. As many times as I had seen before, I watched her perky protrusions stay in one place. Tight as they were on her body, they did not fall as the cups of the bikini top were removed. As always, they kept their form and bounced as she moved. Twisting her upper torso after that, she took the string of the bottom part of her bikini that lay against her tanned hip in her fingers and pulled. The front part of that side drooped and again twisting to the other side, did the same thing with it, causing it to droop also. The front half of her bottom bikini drooped just enough for me to see the beginning of her landing strip; a plush garden of finely trimmed curls, shaped ever so delicately to appeal to not only her, but whomever she decided to show them too.
Finally, she spread out her legs, slightly, so her bikini bottoms would fall to the ground. There she stood, totally bare to the sunny and dry elements, in a stance that only she had perfected. A stance that seemed to say, “Here I am, me in all my glory gracing the natural beauty that God gave us with my own!” Her back was too me, and I viewed all of her sensual curves, as I had so many times before. I followed every sweep, swoop, and wave of her body with my eyes as she reached up and tugged on the band that held her pony tail in place. My eyes ventured back to her long filaments as the tresses fell against her back and lingered there, mimicking the surf, curly-cueing around her shoulder blades like waves crashing down to the shore as they were in the distance from where she stood.
Still observing her, she gently leaned down, exposing the outer lines of her plump pussy lips, forming a camel toe from behind, and picked up the bottle of tanning oil. Squeezing some in her hand, I watched her rub it all over herself, making her already tanned auburn body shine even more. While her body reflected the warm summer sun, the beauty of it permeated the tepid air as it sparkled in body moisture. After she was satisfied she had every inch of herself covered, she finally moseyed to the beach towel lying on the white powdered sand, her ass swaying with the same hitch I had observed many times before. Round and perfect in all ways possible, she plopped that ass down on the towel and elongated her whole body, face up, making the white particles of grain surrounding her even more beautiful to behold. And still, she had no idea I was surveying her.
As she laid there, all natural in nature, her breasts never flopped to the side or flattened against her body. They stuck out, jutting into the scenery like medium sized mountains on the terrain. Natural, and shimmering from body oil, the golden hue of them highlighted the soft pink middle that formed perfectly round peaks. Not yet hard, but still poking out somewhat, the sun beat down on them and made them an even more deeper pink, making them almost a crimson color. And she just laid there, soaking up the sun. Her body just gleaming on the aqua beach towel. Her tan just radiating, like a permanent fixture of the landscape. And I watched with hollow eyes, intently.
She continued to lay there, her form all bare to the elements. Her body shining. All her curves hugging the beach towel, the shadow of them tracing it as she laid. Her eyes closed, she let the sun’s rays beat down on her, tanning her even more. All the while, I watched from the distance of my alcove, an alcove nobody had never found, hidden from all forms of life. Only I knew about it. It was my haven of peace. A haven of peace I built just so I could spy on the one that laid in the white sand on the beach towel. Yes, it was forbidden, but it wouldn’t be forbidden for long. I was going to break it to her I could see her, but for right now, I was intent on just watching her. My timing to break it to her had to be impeccable.
Now she flipped over. Her firm round ass stuck out in the air like a buoy floating on the ocean, but this one was on dry land. A human buoy floating on hot sand taking in the heat of the summer in the only way she wanted to take it in. Naked.
I watched her stay in that position for fifteen minutes and when she had had enough, she flipped back over and this time, I could tell, she was going to do what she usually did to end her beach session. I also knew that was my cue to interrupt.
As she always did, she extended her long bronze colored smooth and silky legs, stretching them out, making them look like they could go on for miles. I could see the muscles in them tense and then relax as she released the tension that obviously felt good to her. Afterwards, bending them at the knees and bringing them up, closed, to her body, hiding the perfectly formed slit she was going to play with, she began to stroke her nipples, slowly, bringing them to attention. I watched them rise under the stimulation as her fingers orbited around her areola, sensitive to her touch, making them pop up even further. Her fingers gave way to her hands as she massaged her breasts, squeezing them, pressing them softly, kneading them in ways that felt good to her. Having satisfied herself up top, she let her arms flop down beside her, the red marked impressions of her fingers upon the soft supple skin of her round projections, her nipples a dark red now as the blood rushed to them, engorging them with vigor.
Her body was now rigid with stimulation and she unclenched her legs, having been together this whole time and when she did, the dampness poured from her sexual cavity. Dripping slightly, the outline of her God given incision shimmered, its lips swollen with desire. Spreading her legs open, wide as they would go, her plump labial flaps unfolded naturally, gaping her tight pussy just enough for me to see the pink insides of it again. I never got enough of seeing it. Never got enough of seeing her pink luscious genital orifice show itself as the drapes hiding the inside of it opened and exposed the lush pliable pudding hiding behind them. No, I would never tire of that.
I was a little lost in thought as I watched her lay there. I was brought back to my senses as she began to run her hands up and down her thighs. Over and over, her hands rubbed, touching her skin, auburn as it was, in places that needed to be caressed. Over the tops of her thighs, up to her knees, and back down the inside of her thighs, her fingers played, manipulated, stimulated what I could tell was sensual feelings. I heard slight moans escape her horizontal lips and I watched her vertical ones begin to quiver. It was like a small spasm pushing her opening in and out, very slowly, in anticipation of the climax. I intended on giving her a climax; a climax she would remember and all I had to do was use my voice.
She continued with wandering hands and fingers, up and down both thighs, inner and outer, until she couldn’t stand it any longer. She led her right hand down through the short mass of pubes, stroking through it gently and slowly. More moans eluded her in a soft and sensual tone that spoke volumes from the physical enjoyment she was giving herself. I watched her dig her fingernails down through her light brown trimmed triangle, making the curls there stand erect in a desirable fashion. Still whimpering soft sounds of delight, her finger found the top of her delicate vertical smile and began massaging gently. In revolving her finger around the top of it, her clit began to appear, thrusting out from the swathe of fleshy lips that covered it, all shiny from fresh natural juices. And she touched it. Using the naturalness that glisteningly covered it, she ran her fingertip over the sensitive knob that jutted out from her sexual lips and grunted favorably from the sensations. As she worked in small circles around it, her pussy opened up even more, revealing its cherry colored interior. Hot and moist, it quivered with the eagerness of a gentle touch inside. I could see that was her next move and my invitation to be vocal.
I watched her with vigor progress her finger further over her open fleshy divide. She traced the outline of it gently with her finger tip from top to bottom of one side and back up the other. Sighing a deep sexual tone in satisfaction, she slid her middle finger inside her damp cavity and clenched her finger with passion. She pulled it out slightly and then jammed it back up inside her with zeal, feeling it go all the way inside until it made her yell out “Oh shit!” That’s when I finally decided to reveal my voice.
“That’s it, let your finger do your talking!” I exclaimed, letting my voice carry to her.
Suddenly, she removed her finger, clenched her legs together and leaned up with a terrified look on her face. She looked around and I was smiling for I knew that she could not see me. Too scared to try and stand up, she sat there, on her aqua beach towel.
“You won’t find me,” I said, “you can only hear me. I’ve been watching you for a long time now. Making yourself happy. And I have been enjoying every minute of it. Don’t stop. Let me help you.”
“Who are you? Where are you? Why have you been watching me?” She asked as she now held her legs up close to her body, hiding behind them.
“You don’t know me. You don’t need to know me. And I am somewhere you can’t see. I’ve been in the same place since the first day you walked upon this sand. And I have been watching you because you are beautiful, sexy, and well-proportioned. Plus, seeing you satisfy yourself, satisfies me.”
“Satisfies you? It’s only supposed to satisfy me. This is supposed to be my spot, my own secluded spot. One that I can enjoy myself.” She said, still looking around for me. I began to laugh because I knew she could not find me.
“And you do enjoy it. I’ve seen you enjoy it every time you come here. Is it a crime that I enjoy it too?”
“Well, when I can’t see you, or know you are there, it may be. Spying on someone is a crime you know!” She almost yelled out, but something in her tone held a full yell from forming.
“Aw, I see. Would you rather me come out and help you instead?” I asked her, not wanting that to be my mission, but if she wanted to see me, I would oblige her.
“Since you have seen me so many times, as you say, don’t you think that is only fair?”
“Is that what you want?” I asked.
“Would I have mentioned that if I didn’t? Besides, you might be able to help me.” She said very provocatively.
I thought first of how my plan was beginning to backfire. I wanted to use my voice and help her get off. Tell her what to do. Get the enjoyment of watching her touch herself. But now, she wanted me in person. Don’t get me wrong, I was all for it, but I’ve been watching her for so long now, observing her get off and pleasure herself in ways I could have never imagined a woman doing so, I really didn’t know if it was for the best. Damn, listen to me. I sound like I can only perform sexually through words. Everything on me worked in the proper function.
I am a normal man. What the hell am I thinking? This beautiful woman, who had been lying on the beach naked, spread eagle, is now sitting up, hiding what I have already seen and I am standing here in the distance acting like a fool. What kind of fool would even still be standing here? Hell would have to freeze over first for me not to take advantage of what she was offering. My mind was made up.
“Might is not the word honey, will is the correct term.” I said as I stepped out of my usual hiding place.
She didn’t see me at first. I didn’t expect her too. She was still looking around, trying to find from what direction my voice came. But I saw her smile before she said, “Hmm, is that a fact? It takes a lot to please me.”
“Then you will be happy with me. I have a lot to offer!”
At the sound of my voice, she pinpointed me and turned my direction. She smiled, laid her long slender legs back down on the beach towel, exposing her firm round breasts again, and said, “In that case, let me see what I will get to work with!”
I walked towards her. Already getting hard as I walked, she saw the outline of my bulging cock through my swim shorts. Her smile got even wider and she sulkily licked her lips.
“Well, you weren’t lying were you? You definitely have a lot to offer. Come on over here and let me rip those shorts off. I want to feel it get hard as a rock. I want to make it stand up like it has never stood erect before!” She expressed and motioned with her finger for me to come closer.
I finally made it to her, almost hard as could be and she kneeled up, reached inside my swim shorts, tugged at the string and when it was loose, like she said, she literally ripped them off of me, catching the head of my almost hard cock on the elastic band. It bobbed up and down and that was all I needed to feel. After that, it maintained the erect state needed to perform the job. What job that was exactly, I wasn’t sure yet. I was letting her take control.
Still standing, she looked me in the eye and smiled. I looked back into her eyes and smiled as well and then I felt her hand. Her hand wrapped around my erectness and slowly, she began to stroke. I could feel the heat from her hand console the round rigidness of my hard member.
“Does that feel good?” She asked and pursed her lips as she did.
“You better believe it!” I answered.
“Well, if that feels good, then I have something else that will feel even better!” She said with a sigh and proceeded to lay herself down on the beach towel again.
Watching her lay her tanned perfect body down, I began to pulse hard in anticipation. Once she was all the way down on the towel, she looked at me and in one motion, spread her legs wide, revealing to me her still wet pink lips, her clit still poking out of its hood, erect and ready for some attention. The normal thing for any man to do was to position himself in between them and slide right into that pink damp crevice, but that was not what was calling out to me. No, her vertical smile was telling me to do something else.
She watched me kneel down and crawl in between the tanned stems that held her upright. With my hands, I felt the insides of her thighs as I inched up in between, looking at my target prodding out, the satiny moist pink nub pulsing, quivering, for attention. Stroking tenderly, delicately, the baby bottom soft insides of both of her thighs, she knew what I was going to do and in an oh-so-gentle way, she let me know she was ready. The ooze exiting her sexual trap was proof.
I could smell the scent of her arousal, sweet, perfumy and invigorating, as it evaded her now plump labial lips. Damp and puffy, the outer lines of her ripe God given incision sparkled, shining, giving its newly waxed surface a sheen that was almost blinding. And what highlighted it even more was the thin pin stripe above it. I could have just looked at it forever as it stared me in the face, but I was almost getting drunk from the stimulating aroma it was giving off and it would have been wrong not to taste the seraphic liquor that flowed from it.
Touching the tip of my tongue to the bottom where her cavity lips formed the end of such a beautiful piece of delicacy, she shuddered as the warmth of it found that spot. I let her nectar ooze on the tip of my taste buds a minute. Tasting such fresh honey made me want more. But I wanted to tantalize her, manipulate her into a frenzy. Up with my tongue, I followed the contour of the right side of her verticalness, savoring the flavor that had collected on it. She began to moan, moans that came from deep within her being. I could hear her let the moans escape her mouth with such ecstasy, such slowness, as if she was biting down on the syllables to make the feeling last even longer.
But, once I got near where her sexual apparatus that made her tingle with even more pleasure was protruding, I switched to the left side, not wanting to touch the tender knob just yet. I still wanted to tease her, make her beg; make her WANT me to taste the pink bud poking out. So, instead, I let my tongue wander over her open notch, moist and luscious as it was, running my tongue down the middle of it, spreading the hot pink flaps that so often close it. Tasting the sweet ebb of her self made tide, the waves of fluid landed on the tip of my tongue as I tickled what little of the warm pink pudding I could feel inside her as I traveled the tip up. Moaning and arching her body, she shivered as I reached the top of her damp cleft, where I stopped just short of tasting the sweet kernel still visible, poking out from the fleshy bonnet that formed its hiding place.
I looked up from between her legs. Her body I could see was hot and droplets of moisture had formed on the outer layer, highlighting her tan even more. Her breasts were firm, shaped like two perfectly matched cylindrical orbs where the middle peaks stood erect. Her eyes closed, her face was flushed with a sexual rush that spoke volumes to what I was doing to her. I watched her as I ran my hands up and down her outer thighs. She moved her head back and forth and took her hands and rubbed her taut breasts and erect nipples, gently squeezing them. All the while silent syllables evaded her mouth. I knew it was time to go further. It was time to give her the first climax.
Placing my head once again between her legs, I looked at her perfect perforation and saw her clit, glistening, ready for attention. Immediately, I placed my lips over it, sucked on it, and then gave it a gentle tickle with my tongue. Her legs tensed up and a long loud “mmmmmmmm” escaped her horizontal lips. Hot and fleshy, taut and tasty, I flicked her clit over and over. From the corner of my eyes, I saw her lift her arms and then watched them go rigid, stiffly staying in the air where she raised them. Words this time came out of her mouth. Not so many words, but words that said enough.
“Oh my! Oh God, fuck, fuck fuuuucccckkkk!” she almost screamed, but it instead came out of her mouth as a moaning sigh.
I wanted to snicker, but thought better of that and instead, began massaging my fingertip over her love mound above her clit as I sucked, nibbled, licked, and tasted her. She tasted of fresh strawberries covered in milk chocolate dipped in fresh sweetened heavy cream. Along with the coco-nutty smell that she had spread over her body, the sensations I was getting from her let my imagination run rampant. And it was more than my imagination giving her sensual feelings.
I gave her erect clit more attention. Tickling it, circling around it with the tip of my tongue and enjoying the sexual mixture that eluded her hot canal. I touched her hips with both my hands and that was enough for her. As I did, I felt her body go rigid and her thighs clench around my head, causing my head to bury deeper into the middle pliable part between them. My nose touched her mound of Venus, pressing into it, sending her rigid body into a shivering spasm. Her legs held a firm grip on the sides of my head and all I could do was just keep doing what I was; licking and tickling her hot knob even more.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm, oh shit, oh shit, oh fucking shit! Uh, uh, uuuhhh, uuuunnnnnhhhhh!” she exclaimed and then I felt the grip of her thighs lessen, tasted the ooze of her climatic explosion on my taste buds, and watched her body go limp on the beach towel. I pulled away from between her legs and couldn’t help looking there. Her genital lips were now swollen even more, her clit was still protruding where it was almost pulsing up and down, and her sexual place of entry now gaped open, wider, and I could see the pulse and push of the pinkness inside as her orgasm subsided. As the reflex of pulses pushed outward, the more cum she expelled that just oozed out and traveled down her labia and the crack of her ass and landed on the aqua colored beach towel. I was rock hard seeing that. I was pulsing myself and there was only one other thing for me to do.
I kneeled up, grabbed her legs at the knees and spread them. From her position, she bobbed her head up and saw me kneeling there, saw me fully erect, the head of my cock a deep red, and she sighed deeply, “Fuck me, fuck me now. I want to feel your hard cock inside my wet canal. I want you to pound a rhythm so fierce into me that sends ripples of waves that crash down inside me until my ocean overflows!”
Wasting no time, I moved closer to her hot wet cock slot and once I was in line with it, I took my hard cock in my hand, slapped the underside of it on her still exposed clit. She jerked her body a little from the feel of that and then, taking it again in my hand, I guided the tip over her wet puffy genital lips, found her vaginal opening and position the head of it there. With one swift movement, I shoved inside, feeling the wet walls of sexual desire surround me, envelope me with fire. I felt her clamp down on me as I plunged all the way inside. A little yelp of satisfaction came from her lips as I began to thrust, slowly first, letting her get acclimated to me inside. Three pumps into her though, she wanted more.
“Faster, faster!” She yelled. “Pound me with everything you got!”
Faster and harder, I shoved into her and I could feel the walls of her follow the contour of my hard cock with every slide in and out. I tried not to pull all the way out of her, but with her wanting it faster and harder, I found that I slid out at times, but found my way back inside quickly. Her breasts jiggled, flopped, with every stride I made. Even as tight and firm as they were, the quick paced humping she wanted still caused them to almost slap her chin. Unfortunately, the quick paced humping also caused me to get to the point of no return quicker. She could feel it happening also.
“Mmmm, you’re getting harder. You’re getting close! Don’t cum inside me. Cum on me instead. I want to see you shoot your load all over my body!”
I smiled at her as I pounded into her one last time and then grimaced. The tingle was now in my sack and I didn’t want to wait to the last minute to pull out, so I exited her hot elasticity. All the way out, I leaned up, kneeled, and grabbed a hold to my now sticky-with-her-sexual-juices hardness, and positioned myself. I could feel that it was going to be a strong release, so I tried to position myself appropriately. All she said was to shoot my load all over her body; she didn’t give me a particular place. I gripped my organ, stroked a few times and grimacing again, I felt the load travel from my sack, up through my shaft and when I felt the sting of fluid at my mushroom head, I couldn’t help but almost yelling.
“I’m gonna cum! You ready? Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
“Mmmmm, now baby, cum for me. I want to feel that hot load land on me. Taste it on my lips!”
“Ah, aahh, aaahhh, I’m cumming, I’m cuuuummmmmiiiinnnngggg!” I exclaimed and expelled my first white volley in a streaming jet that landed on her lips.
“Oh my fucking God, that’s so hhhaaaawwwwttttt!” I didn’t have time to look at her as she said that; I was still aiming.
I spurted again, another stream that landed between her breasts and before I knew it, I had shot my load all over her upper torso. Spots of white covered her all over. From her lips, her breasts, her stomach, and on her thin strip of pubic hair, she was covered in my sexual glaze. I even saw a few droplets that had somehow landed on her erect nipples.
Exhausted, I squatted down. I could feel my penis subsiding to resume the natural state it normally kept. That’s when I finally looked at her. She had a couple of fingers in her mouth and she was moaning satisfactorily. She then took her free hand and ran her fingers in the white smudge between her breasts, getting my ejaculate all over them, and rubbing it over her, smoothing it over her breasts and nipples like she was rubbing in a creamy lotion. All I could do was just stare.
“Mmmm, you taste so sweet and pure. And you feel so smooth and creamy.”
“Glad to oblige you.” I answered.
I sat there just watching her massage my seed all over her body and even as she licked some off of her fingers. She rubbed all over, even through the stickiness that landed on her landing strip. It was her moment. Her moment under the hot beach sun. Her moment in her spot.
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