The trail was winding and filled with thickened underbrush. I walked alone down the overgrown path, watching my feet step one in front of the other. My face glistened with moisture. I ran my fingers through my stubble and they came away wet. Sunshine glinted through the leaves, casting varying shadows across the uneven way. I marched on. Crossing a bridge of fallen trees and deeper into the foliage, I felt the weight of my past week ease from my thoughts. A smile even crossed my face through heavy breathing. The empty stress of deadlines and grind was replaced by nature’s beauty.
In the distance, crashing surf grew louder. Evergreens filled the sky. I stepped between two bushes and nearly stumbled onto the sand and driftwood. Hot sun burst from a cloudless heaven and dried the sweat from my forehead. I pulled my shirt over my head and let my aching muscles take on the full exposure of the atmosphere. I stripped my pants off and stood exposed in black underwear. There was nobody to be seen. The cool air blew across my body and brought a shiver to my senses.
Inexplicitly, perhaps with the exertion of the day and the joy to be away from the heartache of home, I felt a subtle stirring in my crotch. A tingle moved me. I brushed my hand across the tightened material in a teasing manner. Around me there was only empty beach curving like a horseshoe, with a high bluff towering to the right. I felt my breathing slow down as a desire to let myself free rose in my balls.
Instead, I kicked up sand and walked towards the towering cliff and pounding tide.
Rounding the rocky uprising I noticed the flowing blonde hair mere feet from me. She lay with her legs spread open and her head turned towards the horizon. Perfect round breasts, browned under the sun. Her left hand casually stroked its fingers along her bare belly and across the hem of her bikini bottoms. It seemed the natural surroundings weren’t only an aphrodisiac to me.
My underwear strained tighter. A stain of light cum appeared in a darkening circle. I felt my breath catching in my throat, victim to an intensifation of desire. In that moment, the lithe nymph turned to catch me staring at her smooth skin. Her face brightened in a laughing grin.
I stepped forward and put out my hand awkwardly. “Hi, I’m…” Her raised arm stopped my words.
“No, don’t tell me.” Her gaze fell upon my thickened manhood bulging inside my briefs. Slender fingers grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled me closer, and she came up to her knees. There was no stopping the intake of breath. Soft tits bounced on her chest from the movement. Her dark nipples grew harder in the heat. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Pulling the elastic slowly, my straining cock swung up from the confined space. Delicate fingers stroked its firm surface and caressed its fat head. A moan escaped my mouth.
Her mouth licked up at me. She slid my underwear to my feet and I stood naked and erect. Her tongue flicked across her lips, then leaning slightly forward on her knees, her hot breath hit my swollen shaft. Wet and soft, warm spit glistened across my dick. I couldn’t help thrusting slightly into her half opened smile. With a grinning tease, she only let my pink head enter her warm lips, then she pulled me down to the blanket.
Rolling me onto my back, she straddled her body across my stomach. I could feel her dripping juices through her nylon bottoms. My cock struggled to push into the firm ass I gripped tight with my free hands. Squeezing her spread cheeks, she groaned in response.
“You want to fuck me?” Her tilted grin shone above her hands kneading her breasts. “You want to stick your cock in my tight pussy?” Cum dripped from my penis for answer.
Thrusting herself forward she sat her soaking swimwear across my face. I probed my tongue hard into the fabric, feeling the glistening opening I was desperate to explore. Sliding her hand down, she stretched the material away from her slit. Succulent pulsing lips filled my mouth. Love juices lapped across my hungry tongue.
Unable to take it I lifted the girl from my face and placed her gently on the ground.
Looking down at her, this vision of flushed beauty, hair disheveled in the moment, legs spread invitingly; everything else in life ceased to matter for a moment.
I tore her bikini bottoms off and reveled in her naked hard body. Her pussy was soaked with desire; full of blood and pumping, hot, pink flesh. My cock cast a shadow across her skin, begging to kiss her deeply.
Instead I lowered myself to her again, spread her legs open and buried my face in her perfect womanhood. Flicking and licking, I clamped my lips on her clit and sucked at it with abandon. The nub hardened more with the attention and her ass thrust her pussy deeper into my eager face.
“Suck me! Suck my clit, suck it hard!”
Her cries brought my intensity to my urges, this woman, this beauty, this girl I wanted to love like no other.
With pussy juice dripping from my face, I leaned back on my legs and gripped the back of her head. She swung forward easily and into my chest. Her lips grazed across my nipples. I pushed her head down my stomach.
“Now you suck my cock. You suck my whole shaft, I want to see it buried down your throat.” She didn’t hesitate. With a muffled moan her mouth opened and clamped hard to my pulsating meat. “Suck on it, swallow it!” My words pushed her on harder. She gagged against my dick, came up for air and then buried me whole again.
I reached down to her breasts and pinched her completely erect nipples between my fingers.
“Aaaah,” she moaned and pushed my cock deeper down her throat. An orgasm begged to pour free. With effort, I lifted her mouth to my face and kissed her hard. Our tongues mixed each other’s juices.
“Fuck me.” She nearly whimpered, “I need you to fuck me now.”
She pulled me down on top of her, thighs spread wide above her streaming pussy. My solid cock plummeted inside of her. Matching intakes of breath froze us in the moment of penetration. Then pulling out, I pounded deep inside her again. She screamed at the swaying trees and crashing surf. My thrusts matched her pulling me into her. Her fingers gripped deep into my ass, scratched blood across my back as she ripped me closer and deeper, begging to be completely filled.
Rolling me to my back again, she sat with her pussy mounted tight to my cock. Her hips swayed into my pelvis, rocked along my shaft, bringing me painfully close to explosion.
Teeth gritted with each push, she slammed herself with energy into my straining manhood, alternately gripping me with her tight lips then releasing me to another borrowed moment. Her pussy buried my cock, slapping hard into my balls.
“I’m coming!” Her voice cried out for the entire world to hear, “Oh God yes!” Thrusting harder I pulled her more furiously against me. Her hair tossed in the wind.
With a final tightening, her pussy shuddered against my cock, pushing me to climax. “Ah fuck, I’m coming too!” I felt my cock tighten up. Hot ejaculation spurted into her deepest parts; my eyes squeezed shut in the endless rhythm. With a final grind and a satisfied cry, she pushed me into her again and came once more against my spent manhood.
She fell into my body. The sun dipped below the horizon. We lay still in sweat and sex; a carelessly content mess.
Then, lifting her lithe body gently off me, she curled up against my subsiding heartbeat and draped my arm over her. “Thanks.” She spoke in almost a whisper. “It was nice to meet you.”
I could only nod. Pulling the blanket over us I listened to her breathing gradually slow till I knew she was asleep.
The sun set. My eyes closed into her hair, my arm rested across her breasts.
I woke up to an empty beach. I lay across my own sleeping bag with my pack gripped in my arms.
The girl was gone, but for some footprints in the sand and the smell of her on the wind.
I stretched my body out under the glorious daybreak and ran to throw myself into the icy ocean. Emerging salty and alive, I knew that I would be going home to a different outlook.
Packing my rucksack the next day, I found a small card tucked into a side pocket. I broke the seal and smiled at the carefully shaped handwriting of a delicate, thoughtful hand.
Her words were few.
“I won’t forget you. Perhaps we’ll meet again on some other beach, some other time.”
I folded the note with a smile, knowing that I could never forget her either.
“Yes,” I thought, “Perhaps.”
Originally published May 2009