A cool breeze brushes across my chest, its timing almost synchronised with sound of the waves in the background. I recline on a towel staring at the branches of the tree above me; their leaves sway like fingers searching for a hand to hold. Glimmers of warm sunlight intermittently find my skin, reminding me that it’s the perfect summer day.
Just as my mind wanders from blissful vacancy to wondering when she might get here, I hear her familiar and welcome voice approaching on my right. On hearing her “Hello,” I’m surprised to feel my body respond in anticipation before I even have time to lay eyes on her. I glance across the sand to see her feet walking my way. Eyes slowly moving upwards, I gaze across her bare athletic legs. She’s sporting a sexy lavender bikini, covered by a flowing white overshirt. Almost reluctantly, my focus shifts away from her exposed torso and perfect concealed breasts, to meet her kind piercing eyes with deep hues I could only describe as captivating.
“Sorry I’m running behind,” she offers, while tossing her towel and tote bag beside me. “I got distracted in the shower,” she adds with a smirk. I’m unsure if she means she was busy drawing faces on the shower screen, or if she’s hinting at a more sensual kind of distraction. Knowing Sophie, I smirk back, picturing the option I’d put my money on. As if she can read my thoughts, she leans in and without breaking eye contact whispers, “I was distracted doing naughty things to myself.” Almost like she was controlling it, the wind comes and blows a fresh wave of anticipation through my body.
I gather myself and realise I’ve been staring blankly at her, mesmerised since she said hello, and haven’t even found the words to reply. “You look nice,” I comment, using the compliment as an excuse to survey her body again. Auburn hair with a gentle wave frames her elegantly-featured face, stopping just short of her shoulders. Her frame is slim and carries itself with a graceful confidence I’d usually liken to a movie star waltzing across my screen. Her bikini rises over her hips, accentuating their curves and shapes in the perfect places. Her breasts are pushed up and together, all held by a thin lavender band that makes a tidy bow across her back. Nipples suggestively visible through the light purple top; maybe she’s as excited to see me as I am her.
Removing her overshirt, she spreads out her towel beside mine and sits, turning her back to me. Following an invitational glance over her shoulder, I pull on the lavender strings resting on her back and watch the purple fabric seemingly float through the air into the sand. As she lays back, I attempt to make my stare subtle as it rests on her deep pink nipples; they’re centred perfectly on her firm breasts, pointing slightly upwards in a retroussé fashion. The breeze whispers in the tree above and I feel another wave; perhaps this was arousal more than anticipation. Such arousal, my deep green briefs will do little to conceal.
Eyes meeting again, this time with added tension and excitement, Sophie announces she’s going to go for a walk to find a some shells. She gets up with her back to me, her bare cheeks floating inches from my face, and I spot a dark lavender coloured spot of excitement between her legs while she turns to face me. Her fingers glide beneath the waistband of her only remaining clothing, sensually peeling it off her hips and down her legs. I was too distracted to notice she was looking squarely in my eyes while undressing herself. “Do I still look nice?” she asks in a melodic tone. Knowing the look on my face has already answered her question, I sink my head back into my towel, taking in the view as she stands above me. Seeing her wet pussy lips glisten in the sun; another breeze blows, another wave swells through me.
For the first time since she got here, I remember we’re not the only ones on the nude beach today. Naked bodies of various shades and shapes are resting in the sand and walking along the shoreline. Thankfully the light morning rain had scared off the crowds, so their presence was nothing more than a gentle hum in the background. As Sophie turns to walk away and find her shells, I notice a sparkle catch the light between her cheeks. As she walks across the sand with a fitting confidence, I notice a couple of heads turn to look: an almost involuntary response to Sophie’s presence, I’ve come to observe. She slows to a stop, finding something in the sand. Any attempts at a subtle gaze are now abandoned; I’m mesmerised by her every move. As she bends down to pick up her found treasure, I see that sparkle again between her spreading cheeks. An unmistakable purple jewel butt plug sits perfectly in place. “Naughty things, indeed,” I say under breath with imaginative excitement.
She saunters down the beach with an intentionally sultry cadence. Every time she bends over to pick up each addition to her collection, the purple reflections catch curious eyes, although I’m pretty sure some of them were already watching her. As she’s walking back to me with a handful of shells in her hand, their wanting glances follow her across the beach. Her knowing eyes tell me she’s fully aware of her audience; her satisfied smile tells me she doesn’t mind one bit.
“Hello to you, too,” she chuckles, motioning to my centre as she sits back on her towel. My briefs have done a very poor job at hiding my growing arousal. In defeat, I raise my hips and slide them down my legs. “That’s better,” Sophie smiles. As her eyes drift across my body, she focuses in on my cock standing to attention and remarks, “I think he’s happy to see me.” I look down and notice a drop of excitement resting on its tip. It takes concerted effort to remain composed as Sophie’s hand reaches over and catches the small drop on her fingertip, directing it towards her tongue. A wind of excitement is felt as she closes her lips around her fingertip and makes a seductive smacking sound as she slowly pulls it away.
I become aware of eyes on us from a distance, but that makes me feel more excited than self conscious. We are tucked away in a place on the beach where people would only see us if they were intentionally looking. “Don’t you want to taste me too?” Sophie teases with a devious look in her eyes. Without hesitation I reach my hand across towards her glistening pussy in reciprocation. She grabs my hand when it’s just inches away and says, “That’s not what I had in mind.” Shuffling her body up on her towel, she creates room at her legs and spreads them open before looking over to me with an expectant stare.
I feel a drop of excitement slide down the shaft of my cock, growing harder with the tension in the air. I pause to ask if she’s sure, but she preempted my question and somehow answered it with a subtle raise of her eyebrows. Her nipples are hard, shoulders rolled back as she leans on her elbows; legs spread wide open waiting for me. I pause to take a mental picture of my perfect view and to look across the beach. Everybody seems to be minding their business again; I suppose it’s time I get on with minding mine. I turn to face her and move between her legs in one smooth deliberate motion. I edge my face closer to her centre, gently kissing the rare insides of her legs on my way.
I hear a surge of arousal escape her mouth in a heavy breath as my mouth is close enough to feel the warmth emanating off her skin. My tongue reaches out, begging for that first sweet taste of her. Impatiently, she reaches down and buries my head between her legs. Sophie was certain of what she wanted today, not an unusual disposition for her. Caught between the sweetness of her taste and the overwhelming excitement of what people might see if they looked our way, moans travel up my neck into my tongue, firmly pressed and swirling around her proud clit.
Her hand has firm grip of my hair and her hips begin to sway in sync with my tongue. My hand slides up her leg and brushes across her torso before finding rest on her chest. I press her nipple softly between my fingers, her body responds with an involuntary surge of pleasure. By now I can feel myself rock hard, dripping onto the towel beneath me. I look up to her and as if she can sense my gaze, she looks down at me briefly before looking back up. She’s looking at something behind me - or maybe it’s someone.
She smiles without breaking her gaze, and I see her chest growing increasingly red. We definitely have an audience and Sophie is loving it. Her hips start bucking with vigour and my free hand slides a finger inside her pussy, which is dripping wet at this point. I begin to repeatedly bend my finger upward to stroke the velvet walls that surround it, an invitational gesture for her to come for me. A moan of pleasure from her chest escapes and I let out an approving groan in return. Her eyes haven’t moved - she’s looking at somebody and she wants them to see everything that’s about to happen. Her grip on my hair tightens, her other hand bunches the towel into her fist. She pushes her hips firmly toward me and a wave of ecstasy overtakes her body. Hips shaking, breath shuddering; her face and chest are blushing and she’s smiling at the spectator in front of her.
She’s overcome with pleasure but clearly not done with me. “Get on your back,” she orders. I’m in a daze of horniness and don’t even consider arguing. I lie back on the towel in perfect compliance, my cock throbbing in wait. I turn my head back and up to see a few curious observers scattered nearby, all looking with an air of enthusiasm that fills the breeze as it sweeps through. Sophie looks down at me as she lowers herself on top of me - possibly the first time she broke eye contact with one particularly close observer just a few meters away.
As I enter inside her, it’s like everything disappears around us. Just the two of us connected in motion - pleasure doesn’t discriminate between our bodies as it sweeps through. Her hands rest on my chest and her legs wrap around my sides while she slides herself up down the length of my dick. Her face has a look of blissful confidence, totally lost in the moment. I lose track of time and space with every one of her hips’ thrusts. I’m swept up in a building swell of pleasure, as if it’s lifting my feet from the ground below me. I feel a breeze sweep across my chest and feel the swell forming into a wave. “Sophie,” escapes my mouth in time for her to look down at me while I feel the wave crashing through me. I pull on her hips to push myself as deep inside as I can be while I begin to explode inside her. My whole body is awash with pure ecstasy and begins to pulsate in response.
Sophie is smiling down at me and moans in approval as she surveys the audience of heads turned across the beach. “I think they liked our little show,” she says while nodding in the direction of a couple of nearby spectators who were visibly aroused by our performance. After pausing in place for a minute, Sophie pulls herself off me and reaches out to help me stand. “Let’s go for a swim,” she smirks. We waltz together toward the water. I’m walking behind her and can see my cum dripping down her legs. I hope everybody else can see it too. We reach the crystal clear water and pause to adjust to its cool temperature. Sharing a knowing smile, we dive into an oncoming wave that washes all our summer sins away.
