Lust on the Beach

It was a summers afternoon, the blissful breeze of the salt scented air filled my lungs and like an endless hourglass, the glistening grains of sand run through my fingers as I lay on the beach, soaking up the sunlight on my bare chest. My physical senses pale in comparison to the visual stimulation of watching her silhouette in the distance. I gazed at her walking out of the calm waves of water, with siren-like poise, her body commanded the blood in my veins to rush. Hair waving through the cool breeze as red as her lips. luscious tanned skin over a body as if were sculpted by the gods themselves. As I stood, we locked eyes, chest to chest, with a smile we shared in unspoken conversation of desire. Our eyes spoke words no verbal language could articulate.

Gracefully, she brushed her hair behind her shoulders and decided to turn her back towards me. lying on the towel in such tranquillity, I stood over her and looked at the perfection that was her body. Perfectly cinched around her waist, tight green straps highlighted the length of her legs, with the green fabric tapered below her slightly arched back running down the centre of her ass, accentuating her roundness like a heart shaped balloon full of air. In a temporary blindness, Im hypnotised by the shape. Another string runs horizontally across her back, with a quick scoop I untie the bow holding back a perfectly crafted chest - compressed between the towel and the weight of my hands I was about to lay on her.

Coconut oil was lathed across her back. Dimensional and detailed, I rubbed her upper back meticulously, but with curiosity - slow, gentle yet firm with my callused hands, discovering each muscle. She whimpered just a little as she felt my hands run down her sides, with a strong controlled grip just above her waist. Pressing my thumbs into her sciatic nerves in the hopes of relieving tension, putting her in a state of relaxation. Even though we are outside enjoying the glorious heat and sea salt air - in the midst of my exploration of perfectly crafted muscles and bountiful curves, I realise we are totally alone.

As I sat above her strong thick thighs, looking down I started rubbing her behind in a circular motion - each time my thumbs closer and deeper between her legs. With my hands slippery and glazed in oil, I moved down slowly, pressing my face ever so subtly against her as if a fresh breath of wind flowed up from the bottom to the top of her behind, and with the grip of my tongue I managed to pull her thong with my teeth, just up enough to give myself more surface to rub and a tight movement against her crotch with the fabric.

As her back arched some more - I snapped the string against her, moving my face back down towards the centre of her behind, caressing the front of her thighs and with slight force I pulled her waist up, just enough to have a gap to start slowly kissing - slow but with fluctuating pressure. As the heat radiated off her I felt a lust and momentum unmatched.

My animalistic instincts are now in full fruition. This beauty before me lies completely bare - face to face we share in romantic kisses - hands all over our bodies. Firm and whimsical in motion, her strength and control is on par. With a single hand I wrap my fingers around her wrists and push her arms above her head. Inserting myself into her with a heavy blow, her green eyes shot wide as she moaned. Slow and deep movements progressed as our chests rub, creating equally powerful friction, explosive grunts and heavy breaths brushed her neck as I move my lips from her shoulders to her ears - whispering compliments of her warmth and beauty.

As our pressure and movements intensified, i let go of her wrists allowing my control over to her. She grabbed my head, running her hands down the back of my neck, digging her nails into my back - a shock of adrenaline surged through my body. Grabbing her muscular legs, one at a time I move them above my shoulders, resting her calves perfectly between the crease of my shoulders and neck as if our bodies were constructed for each other in the wombs of our mothers. My hand now pressed against her sternum with heavy pressure, I slide my oil soaked hand towards her soft precious throat. Applying just enough pressure to make her submit, whilst thrusting my penis deep inside her, for every blow she moans and begs for more - nails scratching against my back in a lustful state of euphoria.

Our eyes locked in, our bodies feel as one. As her eyes roll back I feel the muscles between her legs clench, a swelling of tissue inside her compresses the head of my penis. As my blood boils and my vision begins to blur, she lets out one last loud moan - a war cry, enough to tear my ears apart. Her body jerks and her legs fully wrap tensed around my head. Our climax, in unison, intense pressure as I moan and gasp for air as an instant release of chemistry runs through or bodies. We lay placid against each other as our hearts beat intrusively. Dripping in sweat our DNA is fully engorged and our lust satisfied - for it was a beautiful day at the beach.