July 2021 (continued)

Fun On The Beach (continued)

The heat of summer brings with it less clothing, more outdoor living and an annual trip to the beach. Did this story really happen? Was it just a fantasy? We present -- you decide! -- The Editors

I first saw her from the back deck of our beach house. It was early, maybe 6 a.m., when she stepped on to her back deck dressed in a filmy, gauzy, pure white nightie. I immediately halted my movements, hoping to remain unseen as she gazed out at the ocean. Her chest-length blonde hair blew around her face and her prominent breasts swayed each time she pushed a strand back from her eyes. She was a little younger than me, about 27, and darkly tanned. Her body was firm and athletic. Suddenly I found myself watching her with a growing desire.

She moved a lounge chair into the early morning sun. I caught my breath as she stripped off the gown in one smooth move and settled her beautiful, nearly-nude body into the chair. Mesmerized, I watched as she rubbed oil into her glowing skin. She lingered over her breasts, lovingly cupping each one and massaging the nipples. Her hands caressed her tummy and slowly moved down to play with the trimmed blonde thatch that covered her mound. Eagerly, I mentally willed her further as she spread her long legs and slipped her slippery hands down between them. I could almost hear her sigh as her fingers traced the shape of her pouty camel toe.

From where she was sitting, she couldn't see me unless she looked over and back. By the time she sunk two fingers into herself, I had my tool out, stroking it in time to her thrusting. She brought her fingers to her mouth once, to taste her own sweet juices, then spread her lips and started diddling her clit. I was beyond caring if she saw me. I jacked off watching my own private Sun Goddess as she moaned and reached an intense orgasm.

Suddenly, she did turn around and spot me. Giggling, she waved. I nervously smiled and waved back, then realized that I still had my now-limp dick in my hand! She rose and dashed back into her house. Now what?

I sat there, processing what had just happened. On the one hand, I had just witnessed a gloriously erotic moment in the life of a beautiful woman. On the other hand, she had caught me, literally, with my damn pants down. What if she called the cops and complained? I thought of my wife, sleeping not 15 feet away. I thought of what would happen if word of this ever got around. I stopped thinking and felt like an idiot.

By sunset, I was breathing a little easier, convinced that the nudist/exhibitionist Sun Goddess had not alerted the authorities about the peeping Tom next door. By sunrise the next day, I was trying to talk myself out of sitting on the back deck in the hopes of a repeat performance. Nah. I just couldn't stop myself. She was like a dream. Why end it?

And there she was again -- one hand furiously rubbing her clitoris as the other pinched and stroked her nipples. Once more, I released my throbbing boner and whacked off as she pussy played. Again, I felt ashamed of myself but not so much that I wasn't back out there the next morning. This was becoming a habit.

On the fifth morning, the Sun Goddess brought out her vibrator. Lubing it up, she slid it deep into her pussy, arching her hips up to meet her own thrusts. My shaft pulsed as she brought the penis-shaped up to her lips and sucked it. She vibed her clit for a moment, then did something I never would have expected. She got down on all fours and slowly, carefully worked the vibrator into her ass. It stayed firmly in place and buzzed as she played with her clit and climaxed.

Well, this time, when she waved to me, I was still jacking-off. Oh, no. I was beyond the point of no return. I cupped my balls with one hand, massaging each one in turn as I furiously pumped away. When I spurted, she nodded and smiled co-conspiratorially, waved again and skipped off naked back into her house. Had we reached some kind of turning point?

Indeed we had. The next morning, the Goddess stripped down, stretched sky-ward and settled back to masturbate. She cupped and jiggled her breasts in what looked like an invitation but I wasn't sure. When she removed her soaked fingers and waved me over to her deck, I knew my fantasies were about to come true.

Hurriedly, I crossed the sand and ran up the wooden steps. She smiled as I stood, gazing at her gorgeous body. Licking her lips, she reached up and removed my shorts. My hard cock bobbed in front of her face. A breeze caressed my balls. No one said a word.

She lightly grabbed my hot member with one of her surprisingly cool-to-touch hands, stroking it easily. Slowly, she brought me closer to her mouth. She flicked the head of my cock with her tongue. I shuddered as she gave it long, sensuous licks from the base to the tip. The ocean roared behind me. When she moved downward, tonguing my balls, I nearly came. Her tongue snaked out to lick the underside of my cock's head. Unable to hold back for much longer, I pushed the tip into her mouth. Opening wide to take more, she lowered her head over the shaft. I moaned as she started pumping me with her wet, talented lips. Deeply she sucked, making my balls ache for release. Faster and faster I went, no longer caring about anything other than the fact that I was cumming…hard.

When I finished and finally opened my eyes, I saw she was smiling again. Leisurely, she spread her silky, sexy thighs and I dropped down in front of her. She parted her pussy lips, silently urging me on. I reached out to touch her glistening folds. My fingers slid over her flesh, making her squirm as I found and massaged her clitoris. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and tasted her for myself. Her hands wove themselves into my hair as she ground into my face. My hands stole up to caress her sun-kissed tits, taking the nipples between my fingers and gently squeezing them to hardness. I lapped at her pussy, sticking my tongue deep into her as she writhed on the lounger. I sucked and licked her puss, finger fucking her like a man possessed. Soon, she guided my mouth back to her clit and I used my tongue to lick it rapidly as she reached a tremendous orgasm. Again, neither of us said anything.

Seeing that I was hard once again, she got up and motioned for me to take her place on the chair. I lay back as the Sun Goddess straddled the lounger. With both feet planted on the deck, she unhurriedly lowered her golden pussy on to my erect cock. It felt like velvet when she engulfed my rod. I reached up with both hands to play with her generous breasts as they bounced. I slid in all the way home. We sat there for a moment, looking out at the ocean, the seagulls, the waves, and simply enjoying the joining and the calming our desires. Delicately, she raised her body back up until only the tip of my cock remained in her steel-like grip before lowering back down on to it.

Gradually, we picked up the pace as an erotic counterpoint to the crashing waves. I gripped her hips and she leaned over me, bracing herself against the top of the lounger as we ground into each other in a frenzy of pure heat. With each forceful thrust, she grunted, edging closer to her orgasm. I waited for her, barely able to withstand the incredible sensations inside her. As she began her long, climactic spiral, I came deep inside her body, loving the feel but hating to see the end.

She climbed off of me and leaning down, lightly kissed me on the mouth before silently disappearing into her beach house. Taking the hint, I strolled back to my place, satisfied.

The next morning, when I went out on the deck, eager for more of the Sun Goddess, she was gone. The house was empty. I found out later she was the daughter of a neighbor and had come down for that week to hopefully get over a failed marriage. Our neighbor said all that sun and fresh ocean air must have done the trick because Lisa (my Sun Goddess) was happy and in better spirits again. I have a funny feeling I know exactly how she must have felt. -- John L.