We decided to meet the following morning. An hour’s drive for each of us, and meeting in the middle. We had googled the spot for its semi remoteness, however even during the summer on a weekday we doubted complete seclusion.
We had chatted continuously and exchanging photos for a few weeks prior to this first meeting – I was still nervous. Online he was witty and confident, but in person, he was just as nervous as I was.
We met at the agreed time and place – a rugged west coast beach, which sat below high cliffs. The wind was gentle but the sea was rough. There was a steep walkway down to the beach. I carried a blanket in one hand and my shoes in other, we chatted as we walked along the beach in search of the perfect spot to play.
There it was, about 20 metres from the water’s edge, at the base of the cliff, tucked in behind a pile of very large drift wood logs. We cleared some of the smaller branches and sticks. I lay the blanket down on the damp dark sand. We sat next to each other on one of the large logs, little fingers linked like shy teenagers.
He boldly made the first move, ever so gently he kissed me on the lips, then slowly he placed tender little kisses on my neck and shoulders. Then made his way back up to my lips where this time the kisses had purpose and intensity. We breathed each other in.
I could feel myself losing control just a little and quietly smiled to myself – this was the experience I was hoping for. We moved to the blanket, kneeling in front of each other. He carefully unbuttoned my shirt, his hands shaking a little as he opened his prize. He pulled away from my lips to admire my breasts. He smiled “so much better in real life”. I don’t take compliments well, and lowered my eyes and blushed.
I removed his shirt and he removed my bra – he cupped them and gently massaged the nipples, the breeze added to the sensation – I closed my eyes to take it all in. I was already in sensory overload.
More kisses, god he was a good kisser. This time more passionate. He took my wrists, bought them around to my back and pinned them there. Somehow our shorts and underwear came off – that was more like a dream than reality – we didn’t seem to stop kissing, tasting and touching. Each breath was matched perfectly. He took control again and gently lowered me to the ground. As the breeze continued to tease my nipples, his tongue and fingers worked their magic on my clit, I was already so wet that I came in quick succession.
He suddenly stopped, and then apologised – I looked at him with my eyebrow raised. “I really want to feel inside your pussy with my cock”, I smiled a wry smile. I looked down, oh my god it was so big and it was pulsating in anticipation
He slowly worked his way up my body till his hands were on either side of my shoulders, his legs between mine pushing them apart and tip of his cock caressing the nub of my clit – it was like a honing beacon. He looked down at me with an ‘are you ready ‘, expression on his face, I nodded. Before a had a chance to think, he impaled me with such force, I could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of my womanhood – he groaned and took a moment to enjoy the moist warm environment he had just entered. “fuck you feel so good” he hoarsely whispered as he started his rhythmic motion.

Time shifts in this sexual state, entangled bodies, senses blasted, lost in the moment, everything heightened, just as he felt like he was about to explode his seed, he slowed his pace down, he snuggled his head into my neck, his cock still buried deep in my pussy, moving slowly in and out. He whispered quietly “don’t move, don’t speak – there are people walking past”, not wanting to lose momentum, he plunged deep again as the last of the beach goers walked passed “fuck, I want to come” he growled, I could feel the intensity of the pressure building up. “I can’t hold on any longer” he muttered, “go” I said “I’m coming with you”.

We lay there on the soft blanket, knotted, my pussy throbbing and his cock pulsating together. Catching our breath, suddenly aware that the party of beach walkers were making their way passed our little hiding spot again. We both giggled at the prospect of being caught, the very thought made us both groan that very horny groan.

He placed his hand on my wet pussy, made wet by our joint actions. Tracing each part of my exposed womanhood, he pushed his fingers inside. I gasped, not in pain, but in realisation of what was now filling that space. In and out – each time striking further inside. Fuck I’m going to come again – I’d already lost count, heaven, fucking heaven. “I want to ride you” I boldly stated. He lay back against one of the fallen logs. I lowered myself onto his magnificent cock, slightly squatting like a jockey. “fuck you feel so good on top – I don’t think I’ll last very long like this” his voice rasped. As I worked my thigh muscles in a rhythmic rise and fall, I tightened around his shaft, almost sucking his goodness, I could feel every inch of his hard cock. “fuck, you witch, fuck”, my eyes were closed, I smiled, imagining the look on his face, I rose and fell, impaling myself deeper, feeling myself tighten my grip each time. This time it was my turn to mutter. “Fuck” I said. I leant forward, finding his lips with mine and I impaled myself deeper still with one last thrust and we came together again. Bodies shuddering.

As we gathered ourselves – breathing raspy but once again synced – slowly calming. Me, still straddled, his hands on my hips – foreheads pressed together. He smiled “next ones on me”, rolling me off, he repositioned me, face and chest pressed into the sand, arse up to greet him. Legs on either side of his. “mmmm” he muttered “fucking love that arse”, he set about licking, teasing, tempting and fingering both exposed holes at the same time. Obviously enjoying me squirming and wriggling. Just when I thought I’d lose my mind, he placed the tip of his resurrected cock on the edge of my overstimulated pussy and plunged deep into the depths of my womanly abyss. It didn’t take long for the rhythm to take over and he succumbed to the beat.

This time we ended in a heap, slightly spooned and still coupled. Our heavy breathing slowly calming to an even pace. Slowly we started to untangle ourselves – he kissed me on the forehead and thanked me for owning such a spectacular pussy – I giggled. We redressed and once ready headed back up the beach to our waiting vehicles. A quick kiss and goodbyes – we headed in opposite directions home.