Wait, Hank! I called, slightly out of breath as I struggled to catch up with my boyfriend. He strode purposefully along the narrow strip of wet sand, gentle ocean waves occasionally lapping at his sandaled feet. Unfortunately for me, the full, heavy cooler he was toting slowed him down not at all. Where are we going?
I know the perfect place, Hank called out over his shoulder as I stumbled and nearly dropped my best beach blanket in the warm, salty water. It s not far now.
The shoreline curved ever so slightly, and there, barely out of sight of the large, overcrowded beach we had just passed through, was a small, cozy spot. A sheer rock cliff loomed over the sand and cast it in shadow, making the entire site an undesirable location to the multitude of sun worshipers reposing not fifty yards away. It was the perfect spot for a picnic, a small game of volleyball or . . . My pussy shuddered in pure delight as I contemplated the possibilities. The idea of being discovered by one of our fellow beachgoers was making my nipples perk up.
What do you think? Hank was grinning broadly, like a little kid sharing a big secret.
I love it! We quickly smoothed the blanket over the soft, cool sand and sat down. The trek from the parking lot had left me hot and sweaty, and I was reaching to get a soft drink out of the cooler when Hank gently grabbed my wrist and began to nuzzle and kiss the palm of my caught hand.
But I m thirsty, I protested, not very convincingly, as Hank lifted his fingers and pulled the loose blue tie out of my ponytail, causing my long chestnut hair to tumble about my shoulders and blow gently in the soft ocean breeze.
So am I, Diana, he whispered. For you. Hank leaned over and kissed me with a deep and probing urgency that I knew very well, causing my clitoris to perk up and ache in a response I also knew very well.
I m beginning to like this spot more and more, I murmured, yanking off my shirt. All those people looked awfully bored.
Then let s give them something to look at, Hank replied as he removed his shirt. He untied the straps on my bikini top and let it fall away from my breasts as we stretched out together on the soft beach blanket. Hank began to nibble, suck and lick at my nipples, first one, then the other. I moaned softly and reached up to bury my fingers in the thick black hairs that covered his chest. Over the rhythmic crashing of the waves, I could faintly hear two or three radios (all tuned to different stations, of course) from the nearby, yet unseen crowd. And any one of them could decide to go for a walk and watch us. The idea of all those unsuspecting people so close by was quite a thrill!
The attention my bare, exposed breasts were receiving made my pussy very hot and very wet. I could feel the dampness soak into my bikini bottom as Hank slowly caressed his way down my ribs. He stopped at my belly button, pausing for a moment to tease it with his tongue, a trick that never fails to make me giggle. Hank untied the gauze wrap I had fastened around my waist like a sarong, then carefully wriggled his hand past the waistband of my bikini bottoms. I gasped with pleasure as he deftly inserted one finger into my dripping pussy.
In and out, in and out he fucked me with his finger. It was so good but not nearly enough. My clit was ready to melt with need, but Hank ignored it completely, choosing to torment me with his finger, knowing that what I really wanted was for him to bury his handsome face in my dripping cunt and not stop eating me until I begged him with a crowd of sunbathers watching, of course!
I reached down and started to remove my bikini bottom. Soon the small strip of purple spandex was in a hopelessly tangled knot on the blanket and I lay naked under the shady cliff, exposed and vulnerable to the eyes of any beachcomber who might happen to come along.
I was in heaven! Hank shifted his body so that he was between my legs and in the perfect position to give my pussy and clit the attention they so desperately needed. And he did not disappoint me. One finger in my cunt soon became two, and then his soft pink tongue began to gently lap at my hard little nub. With the fingers of his other hand, Hank carefully held my nether lips apart. I writhed and moaned in the blanket covered sand beneath my boyfriend as he swirled figure eights over and around my exposed button. I was on the edge of orgasm, and Hank knew it.
Finally, the drifting sound waves from the radio music, the ocean waves and the waves of my heat and desire crashed together in my body and I came, clenching the soft blanket in my fists and crying out again and again, until at last I collapsed, panting and covered in sweat. I opened my eyes to see Hank s soft brown ones inches from my face.
Good, I gasped, lifting my head a bit so I could kiss him long and lovingly on the lips. My turn?
You bet. I sat up and tugged his swim trunks down and off his lean body. Hank gently settled me back down in the blanket, then knelt between my legs. His cock was hard and shiny with pre come, and I couldn t wait to feel it in my hungry pussy. In one move he entered me, sliding his thick shaft into me as I lifted my hips to meet him.
Hank leaned over, his hands on the blanket above my shoulders as he fucked me slow and deep. I wrapped my legs around his hips and thrust my pelvis forward in perfect timing with his plunges into me. I raised my arms, wrapping them around his shoulders, and pulled him closer to me, reaching for his mouth with my own. We re putting on one hell of a show, I thought wickedly as Hank rhythmically drove his hard shaft into my oh so willing cunt. I sure hope someone s watching! The idea made me even hotter, so I increased my thrusts and squeezed his cock with my vaginal muscles as hard as I could.
Oh, Diana, he moaned softly between kisses. You feel so good!
Hank s breathing was becoming ragged and he increased the pace of his plunges into my pussy. Soon, his muscles tensed and his fingers clutched my shoulder as he filled my hole with come. Spent and drained, he collapsed on the blanket beside me.
Sweaty and hot, I sat up to grab the soft drink I had been reaching for earlier. Standing near the water, in plain view, was a man. Hank, I whispered gleefully. There s a guy down by the water. Knowing someone had watched my boyfriend and I make love made me want to do it all over again!
Yeah, I know. He grinned weakly.
How long has he been there?
I noticed him when you took your bikini bottom off.
I waved merrily at the stranger. He waved back rather sheepishly, then wandered on down the beach until he was out of sight.
Hank stirred beside me, looking at his watch. We better go. Beach traffic ll be bad getting home, and we don t want to be late for the baseball game.
I sighed, reluctant to leave. Hank was right it certainly had been a perfect spot! We dressed, then wandered back the way we came, through a maze of sun worshipers who had no idea what they d just missed. I hoped at least one or two of them had at least heard us.
I hadn t bothered to put my tangled bikini bottom or my sweaty t shirt back on before we left the beach, just retied the gauze wrap around my waist and fastened my bikini top. So in the car, waiting in the endless line to get on the bridge, whenever I shifted in my seat and deliberately exposed my crotch to any truck driver beside us, Hank s eyebrows lifted in happy anticipation.
Fun, wasn t it? I purred. Hank nodded. I was thinking, maybe we could do it again? I noticed a visible bulge in my boyfriend s swim trunks and grinned. Like, now? I swung around so I was facing Hank s lap, making certain that the gauze around my waist covered absolutely nothing.
With my help, Hank wriggled out of his trunks, freeing an immense erection that bobbed tantalizingly in my face. I grasped the base of his shaft with one hand, then began to flick my tongue against the small slit at the very tip. Slowly, I expanded my attentions to the entire head, lapping, licking and kissing, swirling my tongue all around but never taking the entire thing into my mouth. I knew from experience that this drives Hank wild.
Ohh, my boyfriend murmured, pushing desperately with his hips to try and make me take more of him in my mouth. But I didn t. Instead, I began to run my tongue down to the base of his shaft and back up again. Nature s perfect lollipop.
After a few moments I looked up. I was delighted to find that a man sitting in the passenger s seat of a huge produce truck right next to us was watching me with a stunned look on his face. I grinned, brushed my still loose hair out of my face (I didn t want to obstruct his view) and gave him a thumbs up sign, then went back to my work on Hank s incredibly hard cock.
I wrapped my lips firmly around the engorged head and began to slowly take him into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down as I sucked my boyfriend s shaft as deeply as I could. The little motions Hank was making with his hips told me that he was enjoying my ministrations. I wish I could have seen his face I knew his expression was telling nearby motorists exactly what was happening to him.
The tip of Hank s organ was pressing against my throat, and he was moaning so loud I could hear him over the engine. I reached down with my free hand and gently began to fondle his taut balls. I continued to suck his entire length, pausing every once in a while to lick and torment the tip some more. It s a good thing we were practically parked in line on the bridge ramp!
Finally, when I suspected that Hank was on the edge of orgasm, I increased my rhythm and pressure just enough to send him over. After a few final strokes, several streams of hot cream filled my mouth. I sucked Hank dry, giving him a thorough cleaning with my tongue when he was finished. As I sat up and readjusted my wrap, the driver in the car next to me applauded and the trucker on the other side honked his horn in appreciation. I wanted to bow!
We finally arrived back in town and immediately took the exit off the highway for the stadium, settling into our seats just in time for the first inning. I had quickly donned a t shirt and full miniskirt (sans panties or bikini bottoms) in the parking lot, and Hank s swim trunks passed for shorts. We looked like any other respectable, suburban couple enjoying an afternoon with their favorite baseball team. On the surface, at least.
Underneath, I was still soaking wet and aching for release. The heat that had started in my loins during the drive back to the city resurfaced as I took the opportunity to sit and reminisce fondly about the day s events. Finally I could stand it no longer. Sometime during the sixth inning I grabbed my boyfriend s arm firmly and whispered, Baby, do you think we could find someplace? I didn t even have to finish my sentence. Hank recognized the look on my face. He nodded, and together we rose from our seats and began to prowl the giant, echoing concrete walkways of the stadium for the perfect place to satisfy our hunger.
After a few moments we found a door marked Employees Only, but it was wide open, so we slipped through and found ourselves at the bottom of a short flight of stairs that led, I kid you not, to the roof of the stadium.
There was a beautiful panoramic view of the city from the stadium roof, but frankly, neither Hank nor I noticed. I quickly leaned against an air conditioning unit. Hank knelt at my feet and lifted the front of my skirt, tucking it into its own waistband to keep it out of his way.
Then, with my pussy exposed to half the city, Hank s mouth settled into place over my dripping slit. His fingers gently parted my swollen labia at precisely the same moment his tongue buried itself in my creamy hole, then worked its way to my aching clit.
With his other hand, he reached around and clasped my buttocks firmly, I suppose to prevent me from writhing away from him by accident. I moaned as I clutched the air conditioning unit for support. For some reason, my knees had suddenly become rather wobbly.
Hank lapped at my hot little button, using short, brisk strokes, occasionally dipping down into my hole and licking up my juices. He ran his tongue along my inner lips, deftly avoiding my cunt and my clit. Please, I begged. Please don t tease me. Please make me come.
Maybe, he murmured into my slit, the vibration of his voice an intense sensation of its own. Hank pulled away completely and gently blew on my cunt, cooling my flesh and fanning the flames of my desire at the same time. He nuzzled my thatch of pubic hair, planting the lightest of kisses on my pubic bone and nearly driving me wild. I wondered briefly what would happen if we were caught by a security guard or some other employee, and the hope that we might be discovered only increased my desire and my need for release.
Finally Hank began to lick me hard and fast with the perfect amount of pressure on my poor little clit to make me come almost immediately. I held onto the air conditioning unit for dear life as the familiar warmth spread in waves from my center to my toes and beyond and I came, screaming Hank s name loud enough for even the peanut vendors to hear, and half laughing, half crying in joy and blessed relief.
And as the last shudders of my second spectacular orgasm of the day rocked my body, I raised my eyes skyward in thanks just as a very famous blimp sailed by, a blimp that had at least two television cameras onboard to help film that night s ball game for a national television audience.