Taken on a Beach in Spain

Author's Note: This story starts slow and ends up a little romantic. Oops...

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"Pussy," Roxy says as she slides her sunglasses from her hair to her face. "Why are we friends again?"

"Wow, thanks," I say, watching her flop back down on her towel. I brush sand off my own. I love the beach, but the sand? Not so much.

"I'm just saying, Mia. You gonna die alone if you keep up this attitude. If you like a man, you gotta let him know. He'll appreciate it."

"Sure," I say. "I get that. Just not if that man's naked."

I steal a glance at the guy across the beach. He lies half-tucked behind a rock, but it's not hiding much. Certainly not his dick, or the rest of his toned, bronzed body.

Jesus.

I should've vacationed in Europe years ago. Who knew the men here sunbathed nude? Sure, it's a secluded beach. There're no kids or food stands, just a long stretch of white sand colliding with crystal-clear water. But the sight is still a surprise.

"He has his dick out," Roxy says. "Pretty sure he likes the attention. In fact--" She unhooks her bikini top with a grin, exposing her boobs to me and, well, everyone else.

"Roxy!"

Her grin spreads. "Fuck. I love Spain."

I grab my white tee and pull it over my head, as though my coverage would make up for her lack of it.

"I'll take over Vegas12 for you," Roxy says, wiggling her eyebrows at me. "If you go talk to him."

I open my mouth to tell her off, but then her words sink in. I hate that project. "Seriously?"

"Yep."

Bitch. I glance at the guy again, swallowing as my eyes catch on his soft dick. "What would I even say?"

Roxy sits up with an excited squeak, knowing she had me. "Ask him to put sunscreen on your back." She throws the bottle at me.

It lands in my lap. "He can see you, stupid."

She rolls her eyes. "I'll leave. I wanted to check out that little shop by the road anyway. We can meet back at the hotel."

I chew on my lip, trying to gather my courage. "Okay, fine."

"Fuck yes," Roxy says. "But take that shirt off."

I shake my head as I stand. It's oversized, covering my butt just so, but it's cute and I'd rather not be in a bikini when I walk up to a naked man. He might get ideas.

"Whatever," Roxy says. "Good luck."

She's packing up her things as I start making my way over to the man. My heart beats a million miles a minute, and my fingers clutch the bottle like it's gonna save me. The sand burns the soles of my feet. It's probably the only thing spurring me on right now.

I slow as I get closer and then stop as I come up next to him. Jesus fucking Christ. This guy's young. Not illegal young, but young enough to wonder what I'm doing here talking to him. My guess is twenty-eight.

Shit.

I should turn back, but I can't help but look. He's on his back, his arms tucked under his head, a baseball cap hanging low to shield his eyes. They're closed.

My gaze moves down his chest. He got nice muscles. Likely plays sports. And then--God forgive me--I look at his cock. I don't remember the last time I saw a soft dick. It's like seeing a wild animal out of its natural habitat. At least for a single woman like me.

It's nice to look at, though. Thick. Plus, his balls are shaved.

"Can I help you?" someone says.

"Huh?"

It takes me a second to realize it's the voice of the man I'm staring at. My face feels like it's on fire as I snap my gaze up to him.

Oh my God.

"I'm sorry," I stammer. "I, uh, needed help with this." I jiggle the bottle in my hand to show him what I mean. "But then I realized you were sleeping, or resting, so I didn't want to bother you. I was just leaving again. I'm really sorry. Byeee."

I'm already turning around when he says, "Looked like you were staring at my junk."

I stumble mid-step. "I didn't see anyth--much. I promise. These sunglasses are really dark. Basically black."

He grunts a laugh. "You from New York?"

That makes me spin around. "Yes. How did you know?"

He sits up with a shrug. "Your accent."

I notice he doesn't have an accent himself. In fact, he sounds perfectly American. "You're not Spanish, are you?"

"Nope," he says. "Although my grandparents are. Been spending every summer here since I was eight."

"And how old are you now?"

"Twenty-five."

Fuck me. I can't believe I walked up to a naked American man eight years younger than me. "Nice. Well. Sorry again. I'll leave you to, uh, it."

"Don't need my help anymore, huh?" he asks, glancing at the bottle in my hand. "Guess it was just a ploy to stare at my junk after all."

"No! Of course not. I wouldn't--"

His grin widens.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"Maybe," he says. "Now, throw me that bottle and sit down."

Embarrassment burns through me as I hand him the bottle. I turn my back to him and drop down on his towel, wishing he'd cover up a little because I'm hyper-aware of his dick being just a few inches from my ass. It's hard to focus.

"Might wanna take that shirt off," he says.

"Right."

I take it off and hold my breath when his fingers find my back. His touch sends a jolt of electricity through me. The hairs on my arm rise, and I shiver.

"Cold breeze today," I say.

"Yeah."

He doesn't call out my lie. Maybe because there is a cool breeze today. It keeps lashing my hair across my face, and I keep tugging it back behind my ears. It's a losing battle.

"So how old are you?" he asks.

"Too old for you." I say it like a joke, then add, "Thirty-three."

"No husband?"

"Not that I know of."

He doesn't laugh. Stop trying to be funny, Mia!

"Boyfriend?" he asks.

"No," I say, then freeze as I feel him loosening the strings of my bikini. "Uh, you don't have to do... that."

"Easier that way," he says. "And I don't mind."

I exhale. "Okay..."

The bikini strings come undone and fall down my sides, and I reach up to hold the two triangles against my chest. I'm almost naked. He's definitely naked. How did I get here?

"On a Boeing777," I answer myself.

"Hm?"

"Nothing. Just talking to myself."

He chuckles. "So no man to take care of you?" He squeezes some SPF into his palm and applies it to my back. Starting at the top of my neck, he slowly works his way down my spine. He's using a little bit of pressure too, like he wants me to enjoy it.

And I do. What was his question again? "What?"

He just laughs, and I close my eyes, relishing the way his fingers move over my skin. He's good at this.

"What's your name?"

"Mia. Yours?"

"Jake."

"I like it. Hey, so, just so you know, I really didn't mean to stare earlier. I'm just, uh, not used to naked men on the beach, I guess. Plus, I thought you were Spanish."

"Which would totally make it okay."

"Yes! I mean, no. It wouldn't." I frown, glaring at him over my shoulder. "You're twisting my words."

He laughs. "You think a Spanish dude wouldn't have cared."

"Exactly."

"Or wouldn't have called you out on it."

I nod. "Right."

"Maybe he would've been flattered."

I keep nodding along, only half-listening because I'm more focused on his hands rubbing my skin. "Yes."

"And tell you how nice your ass looks in that bikini."

"Sure."

He grunts another laugh, which snaps me out of it. Peeking over my shoulder, I say, "Well, thanks. I appreciate it."

I move to get up, but his hand settles on my shoulder, holding me in place. "I'm not done."

"I think you used enough SPF to cover my back twice, Jake."

"What about your front?"

My eyebrows shoot up. "Uh, I can do that myself."

"Your friend could've done your back," he says, already untying the strings around my neck. "But you asked me."

Oh my God. "Kill me," I mumble, burying my face in my hands.

His laughter is soft, and I'm so mortified I forget he's undoing my strings until my triangle top slides down my chest. The breeze nips at my breasts, my nipples hardening instantly. I've never felt this exposed, or excited. I'm desperate to cover up, but I don't want to seem prude.

We're alone except for some old dude further down the beach. He's in a foldable chair, sipping a beer and not even looking our way.

I try to relax, which turns out to be impossible when I hear Jake shake the sunscreen bottle again. My heartbeat stumbles when he scoots closer, and I'm not sure what I feel first: him palming my boobs, or the soft squish of his dick nudging my butt.

My thoughts stall. I'm trying to compute the sensations. At least he's not hard. That's what I tell myself, even as his fingers spread to cup my boobs from underneath. Even as he lifts them a little while swiping his thumbs over my nipples.

One. Two. Three.

Three maddening passes of his thumb before he squeezes my boobs. Then lifts them up and releases them a second later. They bounce back down, right into his waiting hands.

Playing. That's what we call that.

And that soft squish nudging my ass? It's not so squishy anymore. His semi-hard digs into my skin, hot and heavy, and when he moves, I feel it smearing a streak of scorching precum across my back.

"Ever sunbathed nude?" he asks casually, like he's not fondling me for all of Spain to see.

I shake my head, the words stuck in my throat.

"Want to?"

"No." But I'm not stopping him when he pulls me against his chest. My head falls on his shoulder, and I close my eyes as his gaze rakes over my body.

"It's fun," he says low into my ear. His hands slide down my waist, hooking around my thighs and pulling them up. My knees bent until I'm spread open.

A moan escapes me. It's irrational. I'm terrified, not aroused. Except when Jake unravels the strings on the sides of my bikini bottoms, I do nothing to stop him. A moment later, they're undone and the fabric falls away, leaving me completely bare.

My pulse thunders as I lie naked in the arms of some young guy whose erection is rubbing hot precum over my skin.

Jake doesn't move. He lets me soak in the moment. Lets my nerves settle until I can feel the salty breeze sweeping over my skin. Until I can feel the heat of the sun kiss my pussy.

It feels like being caressed by nature. Primal.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Jake asks into my ear.

"Maybe," I whisper.

He chuckles and grips my jaw, tilting my head back to him. Then his mouth is on mine. He tastes like salt and lemon water, and his lips are as hot as the sand as they press into mine.

I melt into him. My gasp is quiet and breathy, and he takes full advantage, sliding his tongue into my mouth. My legs are still spread, and I don't know who can see us, but I almost don't care.

Maybe I should. Maybe I could go to prison for this.

Jake's fingers dig into my chin as if he can sense my incoming panic attack. He doesn't let me come up for air, and I'm basically panting by the time he does.

"Fuck..." I murmur, my eyes fixing on the glittering sea in front of me.

Jake nibbles my neck, his hand stroking circles over my stomach.

"We shouldn't..." I mumble, breathless. "I just wanted your number."

He laughs a low, throaty sound. "Knew it was a ploy," he says, then bites into my shoulder. "We're just cutting to the part that was coming anyway, baby."

I half-snort, half-moan. "No way. You're too young for me."

He scoffs, grips my hips and lifts my ass. Before I know what he's up to, I feel his cock press against my pussy.

I stiffen. "Jake," I warn. "We can't. People can see us. And I don't even know you. We don't even have protection. I don't sleep with men I just--fuuuck."

His cock slides inside me, cutting me off. I'm so wet he slips in like a warm knife through butter, bottoming out instantly.

He groans into my ear. "Still old enough to fuck your tight little pussy sore."

Oh boy.

He leans back on his hands, letting my weight settle on his lap and his dick fill me up on a public beach. I look down at where we're joined and shiver. There's something about the sight of us in a place like this.

Surrounded by rock and water, we're just two humans stripped bare. No society. No dating apps. No rules. It's as innocent as it can get.

But then I look back up and freeze. Innocent my ass. The old dude is looking straight at us, his hand down his swim trunks and rubbing.

"Jake, that man is watching us."

"And enjoying it."

He grips my hips to pull out, then slams back into me. My pussy stretches around him, my moans drowned out by the crashing of waves.

"You're tight," Jake says. "Feels like you haven't fucked since college."

I almost laugh, but the sound dies in my throat as I see the old man get up from his beach chair, walking toward us.

I start to panic. "Jake."

"Relax. I've got you."

Yeah, right. He's got me impaled on a twenty-five-year-olds raw dick on a public beach in Spain. I clearly lost my mind, and I shouldn't trust this man.

I cross my legs as the old man approaches, but Jake's still inside of me, and there's no hiding that. He keeps fucking me from underneath, my boobs bouncing even as I hold them against my chest.

"Jake, stop..."

He stills but doesn't pull out. The old man halts a few feet from us and says something in Spanish. Jake responds. They talk back and forth while I keep my eyes down in shame.

"He said he enjoys watching us," Jake tells me.

"Oh, that's... great." I can't look up at the old man. I'm mortified.

"He's asking if he can keep watching," Jake continues. "Up close."

Finally, I glance up at the man. He smiles at me, and it's oddly charming. He's old but not ugly. Maybe in his sixties, gray hair, overweight but there's muscle underneath.

I don't know what to say.

But I don't have to. Jake reaches around my waist and gently pulls my legs apart again. Gripping my thighs, he holds me up and wide open, so the old man can see Jake fucking me.

The old man's gaze drops to my pussy before he pulls out his dick and strokes himself. It's thick, short, and although he's hard, it looks a little soft. I wonder if that's what happens to all men as they age, or if it's this guy specifically.

Either way, it makes me appreciate Jake's. His cock feels rock-hard as he pounds into me, filling me up so good it makes me wonder if I need to start dating younger men as default.

The old man talks again, and Jake translates, "He's asking if he could fuck your tits."

"What?" I look at the guy, but his eyes are fixed on my boobs as he jerks off. "What does that even mean?"

Jake kisses my neck, then speaks into my ear, "It means he wants to rub into your tit until he blows a load."

I make a face, and Jake grins before he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. He bites it until I gasp, then sticks his tongue into my mouth like he wants me to choke on it.

Fuck it.

"Tell him yes," I say.

Jake relays the information like he doesn't care either way, too absorbed in fucking me himself. But I care. And I can't help but watch as the old guy steps close and takes my right breast.

I'm not huge, but big enough that he struggles to contain all of me in one hand. My breast spills between his fingers, his eyes going wide with pleasure as he squeezes me. Taking another step, he grips the base of his cock and presses its tip into my nipple.

The old man's grunts fill my ears. He thrusts as if there was an actual hole for him to fuck. I look up at him and meet his eyes, and that's when I feel something hot and sticky dribble down my chest.

I glance down and watch him squeeze his dick to get the last drop out. Only then he grunts.

"Oh my God."

I cum without warning, my legs shaking as my pussy clenches around Jake. He flips me over with a groan. My back lands on his towel. Then he thrusts back into me.

It's no longer discreet. Anyone walking by would see a man fucking a woman. Would see me spread my legs for him, letting him take me raw. Would see his cock slip in and out of me like it's meant to.

The rational part of my brain warns me, though. "You can't cum inside," I say. "I'm not on birth control."

He answers with a hard, forceful thrust, as though to prove to me that he can. "Don't want kids?" he asks, amused. "Clock's ticking, or so I'm told. Might be your last chance."

I know he's not serious, but I still smack his shoulder. Hard.

"Asshole," I say. "But if you knock me up, you better be ready to propose."

"Deal."

"Wha--"

He cuts me off with a hard kiss. I try to breathe, try to ask what the fuck he meant by that, but he pins me down as he fucks my mouth with his tongue. He pounds into me two more times, then his hips stall, and I feel him cum in my pussy. Raw and unprotected.

It's wrong. It's hot. I can't think because he keeps kissing me, keeps grinding into me, slowly now, as if to make sure nothing's spilling out.

An eternity passes before he finally pulls back. I glare up at him, trying to summon enough anger for a lecture, but I feel kinda warm and fuzzy inside when he smiles at me like that.

"What?" he says.

"You came inside me," I say.

"You said I could if I propose."

"That was obviously a joke," I say. "As if you gonna marry me over a beach fuck."

He shrugs, then gives me a quick kiss. "Your lips are so fucking soft. I wanna see them wrapped around my cock. And I wanna fuck your ass. I wanna fuck your pussy again. I wanna fuck you in a pool--"

I press a finger against his mouth to shush him. "Shut up, hotshot. I don't get what that has to do with cumming inside me."

Jake smiles, then sucks my finger into his mouth. "I'm committed, is all I'm saying."

Men are full of shit.