A Beach at the End of the World

A/N Hello everyone I hope you enjoy.

They were the last people alive. They didn't know that for sure, had no reason it believe it, and, it in all likelihood, it wasn't true. But that's how they felt, like the last people alive on earth.

It was an oddly comforting thought. It meant silence, peace, control.

Silence, peace, control... The last word lingering in his sun-bleached brown head as he looked out onto the water. If there were any place to survive an annihilatory event, a beach in SoCal would be it. He looked out onto the water, the sun sliding white over peaks and crests of waves, blinding white in his eyes, and falling away.

This was his world now, that was it, the world was his to control. He slid his hand down his toned body, resting at his crotch. He felt his cock stir. He hesitated. All alone on the empty earth, what else was there to do? The heat of the sun warmed his body over reminding him of.. of? He couldn't think of it. It was hot, and dizzying and made him kind of horny. The waves lapped onto the beach, hot and warm and wet all over his skin. There was no reason not to.

He took his half-hearted erection into his hand. If this world were merciful, and, well, all things considered being what felt like the sole survivor of a mass tragedy felt an act of the merciful, if he were so beloved of this earth, he would be sent a woman from the sea, from the ocean that touched all over him as he touched himself, clothed in a skimpy sheer white robe, the soft curves of her body visible and inviting and she would finish him.

She didn't have to be any woman in particular, he never had a type. But he imagined her like the actresses from the 70s, a bleach blonde beach bunny with golden skin, long legs that were thin and all lean muscle, angular hips that made a valley of her flat stomach, and perfect full perky breasts. He lost himself in the thought as he stroked his cock up and down. All of the images playing in his mind made him forget he'd arrived here partially erect and unsure. He was in the midst of it now, each slide of his hand, every part of her he imagined, he could feel the nerves in his body alive and animated and buzzing toward completion. He could feel everything very clearly, his heart beat strong in his chest, in his ears, the sand and water beneath him, the throbbing that begged for, threatened at release. His eyes went unfocused as his head leaned back involuntarily and, he wasn't sure if it were the new angle or time passing by, but he felt a chill wash over his body as a shadow fell over him from the shoreline. He wanted to open his eyes, he didn't want to open his eyes. Despite himself, he hastened his strokes. He was so so close.

She stood on the horizon, the sun warming her back. She had walked out from Point Dume, downhill for what felt like forever in a world noisy with the remnants of civilization but silent of humans. After five miles on foot in a dainty anklet, seashell waist beads and kaftan with nothing underneath, she saw a bike abandoned by the road and decided to ride it. It was baby blue and quaint and vintage in the way she imagined bikes were always in the 50s or in England or in meandering indie films. She could feel the leather seat hot from the sun against her, all the subtle bumps in the road and the constant hot firm pressure against her pussy. She squeezed her thighs tighter, griping the seat steady between her legs as the tingling wet excitement pulsed in her lips and radiated through her core to her ass and up her spine. She wore a toothy smile just beneath her pouty lips parted in delighted by the quiet thrill of riding bike that wasn't hers down a street she didn't live, with no panties, going nowhere in particular.

It must've been miles she road like that before the downhill slope flattened more and more and the salty breeze of the beach bay teased her noise and made the subtle waves in her hair shape into winding water down her shoulders. The charms in her anklet chimed as she brought her bare feet down onto the sandy grass trail to reach an abrupt stop. There was the briefest moment of force and momentum coming to a halt that slammed her clit into the leather. She gasped, a familiar cramp pulsing in her soles before the half-wave of pleasure ended. Every minute of her senses heightened and nothing but the sounds of birds and lizards, wind and waves made her believe it was just as likely she had gone the way everyone else had and this was a kind of heaven.

Until she walked along the shore, she could've been entirely convinced this was her eternity in the elysian fields. But, she walked along the shore, the waves licking her feet and calves as she went along until she heard a sound wet like the stir of ocean in flesh. He looked like a part of the landscape strewn about the sand tugging at his cock passionately. His eyes were only faintly open, but even if they were open, even if he were staring she would've stood there a lifetime watching him. Watching his veins twitch and balls sway under his hands her pussy swelled to be dripping and inviting for him.

She climbed on top of him so quickly he hardly remembered his initial shock, fear maybe, seeing what he thought was a waking dream standing before him. Was he dreaming? Was he dead? Her erect nipples traced over his chest, the fullness of her breasts behind them hovering, making him dewy in anticipation. He tangled his hand in the back of her ocean wave hair, nothing in his head besides having her close to him--being inside her. There was a distant but familiar, nearly overwhelming feeling in his balls and couldn't wait a second longer. He brought his hands from her hair, his other from grasping her breast to her hips and angled himself to her entrance. He thought he would've been unable to stop himself from slamming his cock into her, but a moment he hesitated and, in that moment she brought her weight down on him. He dripped with precum as her walls surrounded him.

Again, in his hesitation her weight shifted heavier in her knees and lighter of her feet. She bounced up and down, slowly and thoroughly riding him. With her working him like this, he grabbed her tighter to rock himself with her rhythm. Each time she brought her body down on him her clit rubbed into him. The effect climbed and climbed on her nerves, until she knew the twitching would roll over into a full convulsion. They were going to come, and they both knew it. They were loud, or, he knew he was, and surely the sound of their bodies crashing into each other would've otherwise made their public display all the more indecent. But they were the last people alive, and the waves crashing on the beach obscured the equally wet sound.