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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Below is an account of an early experience I enjoyed at this naughty little beach whilst I was writing the follow up to First Tango in Paris...hope you enjoy...Emma (Styles) xxxxx
After completing another chapter for the book the previous day, I decided I would drive to the local mall and have a mooch around the stores to pick up the few bits n pieces that were left on the list for Antonia’s arrival.
Over a coffee I couldn’t help but reflect on the three interesting men that I’d met recently and how they pleased me both intellectually and sexually. They certainly got my juices flowing, which served as a big inspiration in my writing process.
Feeling more than a bit fruity, I decided that I would quickly drop the shopping of at the house and then trundle off to the beach for a few hours. I was hoping that it would be quiet, as it was a Tuesday and I’d be able to park with no problem.
The trusty ruck sac at the ready complete with a nice chilled bottle of wine and a few nibbles I set out on the short three minute drive, I started to feel more than a little horny as soon as I turned onto the track which lead to the beach. As I’d hoped for, there was plenty of space to park, with only two other cars there.
As I tend to be a creature of habit I opted for my normal spot and set up my stuff. The beach was vastly quieter than on my previous visits, with only a few people dotted about, relaxing in the glorious warmth of the afternoon and catching the rays.
I poured my self a glass of wine and popped my iPod headphones in my ears and selected random. I kicked back on my haunches and just relaxed into the moment. I must have dozed for a short while, as when I opened my eyes there were quite a few more people dotted around.
The effect of the wine coupled with the warm sun on my naked body was exhilarating, and was making me wet, and more to the point brave. I decided today was the day for a lone forage into the palmed play area, the mere thought brought on a spine tingling mini climax. I popped the car and house keys into my little bag and casually made my way to the top clearing in the trees, the same one that Rubens had used during my first visit. With a deep breath and a big dose of my devil may care attitude I snuck in through the gap. It was very horny taking those first few steps, as the area gets shaded by the tall palms, but with bright patches where the sun sneaks its way through the palm fronds. I wandered the paths for a while totally naked and alone, yet incredibly horny. I soon heard some suspicious rustling ahead, and as I came around a small kink in the path I was confronted by an older guy masturbating, he looked highly embarrassed and confused to see me, but once I’d nodded my approval, with no words exchanged I reached out and with a smile replaced his hand with mine and began to slowly stroke him to orgasm, which he reached in break neck speed, spraying his semen all over the path. We both laughed as he thanked me and went on his way a very happy man.
As anticipated there wasn’t a great deal of activity, but it was just exhilarating being naked, and the anticipation of bumping into a stranger or two was intensely exciting. I left via the beach exit and wandered back to my spot for a soupçon of vino. Then in the distance I spotted a well-built man walking purposefully along the beach, as he got closer I immediately recognized that it was the young watcher from my initial dalliance with Rubens. This instantly set my nerves tingling and that warm sensation began coursing through me. I certainly hoped he was into just more than watching this time. As he got closer he waved and said hi “nice to see you again” he gave me that wink again and continued to his preferred spot to set up his pitch. However, this time he arranged his things slightly closer to where I was, so that we’d be able to see each other, ´crafty little devil` I thought, but admired his foresight. My immediate thoughts were that this could be fun and I most certainly wasn’t wrong on that assumption.
He made a rather exhibitionistic show of applying his sun oil, spending far more time than necessary on his manhood, massaging copious amounts of oil to it in a very showy fashion, all the while encouraged by my intent staring. He continued until he was well into the initial stages of arousal, then lay down on his towel slightly on one side so as we could see each other. Well, that’s like a red rag to a bull to me, so I decided to do my own little spot of teasing and give him a little show of my own.
Reaching into the ruck sac I grabbed my own sun oil and began to liberally spray it on to my breasts, massaging them individually and tweaking my already bullet hard nipples, all the time watching the effect it was having on him and in particular his manhood. It was most definitely having the desired effect, as his smooth, hairless penis was at full mast and he was gently flexing it, whilst watching my little exhibition. I made my way slowly down to my already soaking vagina, its labia swollen and throbbing with intense pleasure. I made a great display of opening my legs and spraying a profuse amount of oil over me. I started working the oil into myself, frequently concentrating on my clitoris. I could feel my inner core commence its procedure prior to a major gushing orgasm. I began to spasm slightly as my muscles flexed and contracted in ever increasing intensity until I let it go and ejaculated a large arcing stream of love juices, much to his obvious pleasure.
We both continued playing and teasing from a distance for some considerable time, we were both in an entirely filthy zone, neither of us wanting it to end. Ultimately, I wanted this pleasurable bout of highly erotic non-contact sex to become a full-blooded contact sport. Eventually he beckoned me across, however, I had other ideas and turned over onto my knees with my bottom arched up high and my anus and vagina glisteningly wet and inviting. I looked over my shoulder and beckoned him over, my juices were running down my thighs as he approached with his fully erect penis strutting out in front of him, looking proud, angry and ready to do some serious pleasuring.
I was more than ready and willing as he silently took up his position behind me and proceeded to gently penetrate me, slowly, allowing me to feel and enjoy every bit of him as my vaginal muscles welcomed him inside me. He soon embedded himself to the hilt, until I could feel his swollen testicles resting on my clitoris. My engorged labia encompassed his throbbing member like a glove. He stayed completely still so as we both could get our breath back before he commenced to ride me with long slow thrusts, then very gradually over several minutes began to increase the pace, until he was using his very muscular thighs to pound himself into me with complete controlled power. This intense animalistic fucking lasted for what seemed like an hour, with me gushing and squirting with furious regularity as he continued to work my vagina with pure lust. His orgasm, when he eventually allowed himself to succumb was as equally intense and wondrous, my vaginal walls held him firmly within their powerful grip as he began to flood me with profuse amounts of his hot seed, wave after wave of pleasure was hitting my senses as he abandoned himself inside me. Pure ecstasy, enjoyed equally by both of us, finally he withdrew and collapsed spent and fully emptied on the sand beside my towel. I poured him a glass of wine as a small token of my appreciation and before going our separate ways we swopped mobile numbers, as I fully wanted to encounter this man again for a repeat performance. The most humorous part was as we parted company we actually introduced ourselves formally by name, to both our amusement. Sebastian had most definitely made a lasting impression. I drove back to the village with a dull pleasurable aching sensation between my legs.
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