A Story in parts...

It’s morning.

A bed in a room by the ocean.

The sun is pushing through the slats in the blind.  I wake up.  The covers are pushed

aside.  Neither of us needed them.  Even though it’s early it’s warm.

I stand up from the bed and walk to look out the window.  I like being naked. The sun

feels good on my skin.  I turn to look back at you.  You’re still sleeping.  Your naked

chest rising and falling gently.  One leg slightly crossing over the other.  The hair

between your legs slightly visible.  A track.  A promise of erotica.  My cock swells

slightly as I look at you, starting to harden.

I stay watching you for a moment.  I love your body.  I love the way the blood pumps

to your throat when you’re aroused and I love the contours and curves that are pure

femininity.  The object of my affection, my lust, my rapture.  I could watch you like

this all day.  Let you sleep and imagine your taste, your smell.

But I won’t.  I get up and open the window…

There’s a slight breeze and the sound of the sea gently sliding onto and off the

beach whispers into the room.

I look at you again.  I want to watch you and I want to wake you at the same time.

I walk across to you and gently run my hand over your thigh.  Onto your hip.  You

murmur slightly but stay asleep.

I cross the room and open the door, stepping outside into the morning sunlight.  It’s

warm.  I walk across the wooden slats of the deck and onto the stone steps that take

me down to our secluded, small beach.  As I step on the sand, the grains mould

round my foot.  Dry, safe, warm.  I walk towards the water and stop to lay down on

the sand.  Let my whole body be absorbed by the feeling.  Dropping into the earth. 

The sun heats my body as a lay and I close my eyes, breathing deeply.  The salt

smell and the fresh breeze.  I drift off, listening to the rhythm of the water.

Then I come to.  Eyes still closed.  The sun is slightly cooled.  I’m in shadow.  I can

smell you.  You’re standing above me, watching me.  I can sense you.  I can hear you breathing if I strain.  I keep my eyes shut and sense you.  Try to reach out to you

with just my mind.  I am picturing what you look like in my mind.  I’m remembering

last night.  The memory has a physical response.  It makes me smile slightly.  It

quickens my breath and I can feel a pleasing tightness in my groin.

My hands are behind my head.  I slowly unlace my fingers and bring my hands down

to my chest.  Slide them passed my chest and over my stomach.  I pause as they get

lower.  The shadow changes slightly.  You’re moving.  Watching.  I can feel my cock

getting harder.  Moving up my thigh as it fills.  I take my hand down onto it and slowly

grip it.  Sliding my hand up and down the shaft.  Imagining you.  Imagining your

mouth around it.  Remembering last night with your legs wide open and me deep

inside you.  You biting your lip.  Me licking your neck.  The taste of your sweat.  The

smell of your perfume mixed with the smell of you on my fingers.

The shadow moves again.  The sand next to me shifts.  Your feet are by my ears. 

Your smell has changed.  It’s not just the scent of you walking into a room or lying

next to me.  I can smell your urgency now.  Your arousal.  Your lust.  I let go of my

cock and reach up.  I know you are stood above me.  My hands find your arse.  I tip

my head back and open my mouth.  I pull you down onto me.  My tongue slides

straight into you.  My nose buried.  I can no longer smell or sense anything other

than your sex.  Your cunt.  Your wetness.  Your full weight is on me mouth.  I want to

eat you.  You join you.  To swallow you.  To penetrate you with my tongue.  I’m

gripping your arse and pulling you into me.  Your head is back.  I imagine your eyes

shut.  I can hear you gasping.  Your hips are grinding onto me.  You’re pushing down

harder onto me.  The wetness of you is mixing with the wetness of my mouth.

You stand.  The sun comes flooding back onto me.  You step back and sit directly on

my cock.  I push up hard into you as soon as I feel you on me.  I open my eyes and

see you.  Naked, on top of me.  Your eyes staring into mine.  Pupils dilating.  I see

and feel every bit of you all at once.  From the trimmed hairs on your eyebrows to the

small mole hiding in your hair.  The red of your nail varnish.  The tan starting to blush

your skin from the sun.  The swell of your belly.  The muscles in your thighs as you

push up and down on me.  The colour changing in your neck as I reach up to push

your shoulders down onto me.  I reach my fingers into you.  I can feel my own cock

inside you and add to it.  Opening you further.  Pushing more of me into you.  To fill

you.  Stretch you.  Engulf you.  You are riding me.  Faster and faster.  The sea is

covering the beach, reaching us.  It is cool but not cold.  It doesn’t stop us.  It comes

into us.  Slides under us and around us.  Mixing with the sweat, the juice, the cum

that I’m flooding into you as we collapse together, folding into each other’s arms and

mouths.