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Sex on the Beach | Pressing Flesh

Sex on the Beach

Snow Bunnies on the Beach

It has been a sunny day, surf spraying off the rocks which line the west shore, the water rolls onto the beach as a foam of brine explodes onto the sand; yes, it is nature’s sex.

I found this private part of the beach, not far from my squat bungalow, to be quite relaxing. Nobody ever comes this far, keeping the crowd away and allowing me quiet time, soaking in the tranquility of the ocean, to do some writing.

As I sit here on my simple beach chair, pad in hand trying to overcome a block, still looking at a blank sheet of paper, I hear giggling. I spy two gorgeous women, one blond and one brunette, running along the shore, coming from the east beach; dressed in white bikinis, but wearing furry white boots and furry white bunny ears on their heads.

I think to myself “I didn’t have anything to drink this morning…have I been sitting in the sun too long?”

They run along, stopping ahead of me, and walk from the shore toward me.

“Hi; is this your beach?”, asks the blond.

“Uh, no,” searching for words, trying not to let my tongue fall out, “I live in that bungalow on the hill; this is just convenient, it’s an open beach.”

“Where did you two come from?”, asking, before I even thought how silly the question is.

The brunette answers “Well, we kind of got lost.”

“And god bless whomever gave you directions.” just came out of my mouth, met with giggles from both of them.

“What were you looking for?” I continued.

“A place to swim.” answers the blond.

“Uh..”, searching for words as I am, “there’s a lot of places to swim along this shore.”

The brunette giggles as they look at each other; she turns back to me and says “Not for the way we want to swim.”

They turn away from me and start running toward the water. They pull their boots off, leaving them on the sand. Their ears are tossed aside. My interest peaks as they reach around to their backs, with their backs to me as they run, undoing the straps on their tops, and toss off their tops onto the sand. Just before they get to the water’s edge, they stop, and ease their bikini panties down, off their asses, down their legs, and pull them off their feet, dropping them onto the sand.

Their asses are round, full, and toned. Their large tits jangle about as they raise back up from discarding their panties; the brunette looks back at me, grins and waves, as she and the blond go running into the water fully naked shouting “Surf’s up!”.

“The surf isn’t all that is up.”

Oh…son of a bitch…I think I said that out loud.

They splash about in the water, playfully throwing water at each other; the ripples of the ocean licking at their tits. Swimming about, jumping, their big tits bouncing freely, they are an orgasmic movement upon the water. They come to rest, standing, leaning into each other with their tits pressing against the other’s as their lips meet; pressing lips together, their mouths open as their tongues touch, wiggling and lapping at the other’s. I squirm in my chair at my rising discomfort.

Sitting here in my chair, trying to act nonchalant as my dick presses firmly against the front of my khaki shorts, trying to push its way out; I know it’s not going to get any easier as I see them begin to emerge from the water.

“Oh, god!”, I think to myself.

Their bodies rise, the ocean sliding off down their abdomens, their hips, thighs, until their full naked, luscious bodies are on full display; walking toward me. Their skin is tanned, with a sheen which looks so soft; glistening in the sun. I sit here, getting more uncomfortable as they come near.

The brunette, looking down at my lap, turning her head slightly to the side, almost looking embarrassed, says “That looks painful.”, and she giggles shyly.

I sit here taking in the beauty of their bodies; unable to respond. They have hourglass figures, obviously models; and their hair color is definitely natural.

The brunette, in her playful shyness, speaks again “I can make that feel better.”

I feel like my dick is going to rip out of my shorts as they both reach for me, taking one hand each, and pull me from my chair; embarrassed as I am to stand with my erection, I so want to go with them.

They lead me toward the water until we get to the water’s edge as it is just lapping at our legs as we stand ankle deep in it. The brunette gets in front of me as the blond stands behind me. The brunette runs her hands into my open shirt, her front pressing into my stiff dick, as she runs her hands up onto my shoulders, sliding my shirt down and off my shoulders; the blond sliding it down from behind.

The brunette likes to play games as she stands here coyly, holding one fingertip in her mouth, gleefully pivoting from side to side as she plays with the button on my shorts. The button loosens as her hand slides onto the zipper, her fingers pulling down on it, passing over the tip of my pressing hardness as the zipper goes down.

The brunette leans into me; her tits pressing into my chest as I feel the rising of her nipples. Her hands are on my waist as she slides them down, taking my shorts down past my thighs, to my ankles, and pulling them off; leaving me standing with just my underwear which is losing against my erection, while she is down on her knees.

Rather than pulling down on my briefs, she plays with the folds on the front, successfully opening a hole as the swollen head of my penis slips through it. She places her finger tantalizingly on the tip of my dick, running it around, then leans in with her head, her lips parting, as she puts her lips onto the head on my dick.

The brunette suckles on the head of my penis, its swelling increasing. She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, giving me an innocent girl look, then breaking into a grin; I thought the feeling of her grin on my dick was going to set it off. She pulls her mouth from my dick and begins the work it back into the briefs; a task at least with how hard it is, but it feels good.

She pulls on the front of my briefs with one hand as she reaches up and in with the other, sliding it inside and placing her fingers onto my dick; she then pulls the briefs forward and down. Holding my dick in her hand, her blond friend pulls my briefs all the way down and off.

She lets go off my dick as it stays stiff and straight, pointing right at her face, as she says “Ooh, look at that bad boy. Is that for me?”

God, I think I am going to shoot right this moment; the feeling is building up so much and she knows how to excite me with her body, her touch, and her words.

My dick swelling like I have never felt, not just straight but trying to stand up against my body. She holds to my waist, indicating for me to come to my knees. On my knees, so close to her that I feel her hair against the tip of my penis, she gently pushes on my shoulders, leaning me back and onto the wet sand and shallow water.

I lie here as she crawls onto me, inching up my thighs, to my waist, as she straddles her bush of pubic hair against the underside of my hard dick; rubbing against it as the feeling of her hair and the motion have me clenching my fists into the wet, watery sand beneath, tensing and trying to hold on. She continues rubbing her hair against my penis as she slide upward; I can feel my dick slide down on her, the tip coming to rest between her legs as I feel the tender folds of her clit pushing against it. With a knowing smile on her face, indicating this is the moment, she comes down onto my dick as it slides up into her vagina; feeling every bit of warm, soft, tender flesh all around it as it goes in.

She thrusts forward and backward with her hips, riding me like a pony; if I had felt that my dick could not get any harder or the feeling could not increase so much that I feel like I need to tie a string around it to keep from letting go, I was wrong. I am tensing and rocking my body, trying to keep from going off, holding back every moment, to keep from getting off too soon; I want to be on top.

I move my hand down to her hip, as I push her foot out with my leg, and flip her onto her back. I lay on top of her, looking into her smiling face with such a passion for the moment in her eyes; her big tits leaning out to the side under the weight. Her blond friend holds her head and rests it in her lap; then proceeds to take her fingers and gently play with her nipples as I resume with my dick inside her, thrusting in and out and humping up and down, driving her into a twisting frenzy.

Her body twists about in the wet sand, splashing the water about us. Her arms swing about; her hands grabbing handfuls of sand in them, then grabbing onto her blond friend’s arms as she fondles her nipples. Her upper body twists and arches with the stimulation of her nipples as her lower body quakes from my thrusting my swollen dick into her pussy; she seems so taken in ecstasy as though her body is going to twist apart while her moaning and hard breathing escalate, as does mine.

The ocean current moves with us with its up and down, in and out motion, splashing into us as we push back against it, twisting and turning our bodies in the sand. The tide grows with us as both of our bodies tense, screams of excitement and anticipation of a building conclusion escalate as the the ocean waves break upon our bodies, brine foaming white to the surface as my dick swells and erupts into her with such an incredible feeling of that powerful pressure rushing to get out and driving into her as she arches back, her head and hands digging into the sand and water as an explosion of ecstasy issues forth in a final and satisfied screaming passion.

——————–

The beach just looks, smells, and feels different today. We are rather in tune with each other, me and the beach. It shared my moment with me, and I guess somehow that gives back as I sit here in my simple beach chair looking upon a pad of paper, many pages flipped over and full of words.

I like this beach, and its natural wonders.

—The End—

Copyright 2010 by Dos Cleve

 

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