I should have known it was a mistake to go to the sea alone. Not because I was afraid – but because the moonlight on the water released something in me that I had locked away for years. My feet dug into the wet sand as I stared at the horizon, lost in the black of the night. The wind brushed over my bare arms and made my nipples harden under the thin fabric of my dress. “Well, running away too?” The voice came from the left, deep and unexpected. I turned and saw a man, maybe mid-thirties, with a smile that seemed either cheeky or uncertain – I couldn’t tell. His gaze wandered over my body, and I felt my skin begin to burn under his attention. “Running from what?” I asked back, feeling my heart beat a little faster. “From what awaits you at home. Or from what doesn’t await you.” He stepped closer, and I saw he was barefoot, his pants rolled up to his knees, so his strong calves glistened in the moonlight. “I’m Lukas,” he said, but I shook my head. “Names are unnecessary tonight,” I replied. He laughed softly, a sound that merged with the surf, and I felt my pussy tighten at that sound.
The Approach
We stood next to each other in silence for a while, watching the waves lazily breaking on the shore. The wind blew salty and cool, but I felt the warmth of his body as he moved closer to me. His arm brushed mine, and a shiver ran down my back. “May I?” His hand hovered over my shoulder, asking for permission. I nodded, and his fingers landed on my bare skin – a touch that shot like an electric impulse through my arm and straight into my wet pussy. “You’re trembling,” he said. “It’s cold,” I lied, because it wasn’t the cold that made me shake. It was the thought of what his hands would do to me. With a gentle motion, he pulled me closer to him until my back felt his chest. I felt his hard cock through the fabric of his pants against my lower back, and a hot shiver ran through me. We stood there, like two intertwined silhouettes against the endless gray of the sea. His lips touched my neck, a fleeting kiss that made me shudder. Then he became more demanding, his tongue tracing over my sensitive skin, and I leaned my head back to give him more access. “I want you,” he whispered, and the words didn’t sound like an announcement but like a simple statement of fact. I felt my pussy grow wetter, the juice starting to run down my thighs.
The Foreplay in the Sand
I turned around, looked into his eyes, which shimmered almost silver in the moonlight. Then I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to me. We sank into the sand, which still held the warmth of the day. His hands found my body, gliding over the fabric of my dress as if to make sure I was real. I helped him open the zipper, and the dress gave way like a second skin that I could finally shed. Underneath, I wore only a thin lace bra and panties, outlined in the darkness of the beach. He leaned over me, his tongue tracing a path from my collarbone down to the middle of my chest, where he paused briefly before pushing the bra aside. His lips closed around my nipple, and I arched toward him as my fingers dug into his hair. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the hard tip, and I felt a direct line from my breast to my wet cunt. “Oh God,” I moaned softly as he switched sides and gave the other breast the same attention. His hand slowly slid down over my belly while he continued sucking on my nipple. When his fingers touched the fabric of my panties, I caught my breath. With a skillful move, he pushed them aside and let his fingertip glide over my wet slit. I was so wet that his finger slid into me immediately. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, and I heard the smile in his voice. “Yes, fuck me with your fingers,” I whispered, and he obeyed at once. He pushed two fingers into my wet pussy while his thumb circled my clit. I moaned loudly, my pelvis lifting toward him as he fucked me with his fingers. The sound of my wet pussy was audible in the wind, a squelching noise that made me even hornier. I felt my orgasm building, but I wanted more. I pulled him toward me by his belt loops. He took his time, nibbling on my earlobe while his finger remained inside me. I felt his hard cock pressing through his pants. “I want to feel it,” I finally said, and my voice was rough with desire. He straightened up, opened his belt with a fluid motion, and let his pants fall. His cock sprang out, hard and glistening in the moonlight. It was long and thick, the glans dark red and already dripping. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it. It was warm and smooth, and when I gripped it, he flinched. “Not too long,” he whispered, “or it’ll be too late.” I leaned forward and took his glans into my mouth. The salty taste of his precum lay on my tongue, and I sucked hard. He groaned, his pelvis thrusting against my face. “You make me so fucking horny,” he panted. I let him go and lay back in the sand. “Fuck me,” I commanded.
The Union
He positioned himself over me, his hips between my thighs. I spread my legs wide to take him in. His glans touched my wet lips, and I felt him slowly enter me. It was as if time itself stood still. I felt every single nerve in my body, from the place where he filled me up to the tips of my hair. He moved slowly, almost lazily, and each thrust let me sink deeper into the sand. I clung to his shoulders, feeling the tension of his muscles under my fingers. “Yes, deeper,” I whispered, and the word was all I could manage. He quickened the pace, and I lifted my hips to take him deeper. The sand was rough under my back, but I only felt the heat of his body on me. His hand slid between our bodies and found my clit. I moaned as he began to circle it while thrusting into me at the same time. The friction was just right, and I felt something building inside me,
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