Sex on the beach

The breeze from the ocean gave the night air a fresh
salty scent. As we walk out of the restaurant it rejuvenates
us both from the stylish cigarette smoke that a few still
insist on breathing. We both breathe in deep, then cast an
anticipating glance at each other. An eager smile forms on our
faces simultaneously. “We’ll come back for the car later,” I
remark as we head towards the beach. The evening’s events were
unfolding perfectly.
You often told me how much you enjoy the beach, walking
from your house on evenings when you just need to relax. It is
so convenient to have such a recuperative place to use at your
leisure. Sitting alone to collect your thoughts in one of the
lifeguard stations. I always thought the situation had
definite possibilities.
We both dressed light for the evening, something nice
enough for the restaurant, but sufficient for a stroll along
the beach to one particularly secluded lifeguard station. You
had told me of one almost in the middle of Red Reef Park, far
enough from the public access areas to grant some privacy to
an erotic rendezvous.
Our walk along the beach, hand-in-hand starts calmly at
first, but quickens as we near the stand. “There it is,” you
point with your free hand. We can just make it out in the
starlight. There is just a sliver of a moon showing, but only
enough to cast its reflection on the sea. We both turn to each
other and almost dare a kiss. Instead I squeeze your hand,
smile, and we both start a dash for it.
You reach the lifeguard stand first, and scramble up the
four rungs of the ladder. I follow closely, admiring your
tight pants grappling with your tush. “Hmmmm, no panties,” I
briefly think to myself, “She’s really been waiting for this.”
We fall into the wide bench seat, well wide enough for two, as
we catch our breath. One fleeting moment later our eyes meet
and we’re into each other’s arms. A fiery kiss envelops the
passion built up over dinner and the walk here. The kiss grows
into fondling, erotic caresses of each other. I stroke your
more than ample breasts through your blouse as you begin to
unbutton my shirt, but your impatience only allows the first
two to survive. You rip the remaining buttons from their holes
along with the shirt from my back. Soft hands now stroke my
hairy chest, my tightened midriff, down to my groin.
Not to be left behind, I deftly unbutton your blouse and
“click” unfasten the sheer bra underneath. I’ve only
fantasized of your breasts before, and they are more beautiful
than I imagined. They taste oh so sweet too as I begin to lick
the nipples into excited and hardened forms. They are nice and
firm, stunning and seductive. The sight of them arouses me
But, all of this is progressing way too fast. We know
what turns us both on. It’s one of the main reasons we decided
to meet to begin with. Ever since I found you on the Adult BBS
with your profile question “What turns you on the most?”, and
the answer ” … being tied up … “. I noticed when we first
climbed into the lifeguard stand that a buoy and some rope
were under the bench. It was nice soft cord too, not the usual
nautical nylon crap. Soft enough not to leave any nasty rope
Quickly, I grab under the bench. Got it! With one of your
hands held tight I swiftly circle it a few times and tie one,
two, three keen knots. You come to your senses then, “What
the…?” Too late! I already have the rope around one of the
roof supports pulling your arm to the corner. Once more around
the support and another knot secures it.
Sure you struggle a bit at first, just for effect.
Something to maintain that innocent girl pretense, but you
don’t struggle that much. I soon have your other arm tied and
then bound to the opposite post. You’re fairly helpless now,
but not completely defenseless. You still have one article of
clothing on – your pants. Not for long, darling.
I wait for your naive struggling to calm down before I
get closer. You’re not violent, but I want you to realize the
predicament you’re in before I proceed, rather slowly I might
add. The building of anticipation makes it that much more
enjoyable for both of us. Finally, you stop squirming. I come
over beside you and cuddle one of your tits, massaging the
nipple between my thumb and forefinger while I slip a hand
into the front of your pants. I was right, no panties. Your
bush feels warm and damp as my fingers explore farther down.
Hot. Wet. Tight. Your pussy is a playground, and I have an
all-night pass.
My hand retreats enough to unbutton your pants. I pause,
then continue unzipping them. I get up and stand before you,
lifting your hips up enough to slip the pants off. Your bare
ass comes down gently on the warm bench as they drop off from
your ankles. I grab what’s left of the rope and continue. You
might as well give up struggling at this point. I harness an
ankle in a few loops, tie it tight, and fasten it to another
post, just far enough to keep you suspended but loose enough
so your firm ass can reach the bench. Last leg, lassoed,
lashed, and “Viola!”, you are now spread-eagle in the
lifeguard stand with a nice view of the ocean. Examining you
in this predicament, I sure hope no-one else had personal
reservations for this stand.

The night air is so refreshing. I just have to sit back
and relax a bit. “Honeeeee?”, I hear from behind me, “what
about meee?” You’re right, of course. How can I resist such a
darling little temptress tied helpless and naked in the
I come over and sit on the floor between your legs,
taking in the sight of your pussy spread so wide. The hair is
nice and trim, so I don’t have to tussle with much to get at
your tasty pussy. You know how much I love to eat you. It just
that I take longer than you like to get around to it when
you’re the prisoner.
Caressing the soft skin of your calves relaxes us both at
first, but builds the tension again as I move up your legs.
Once I’m at your knees I push them apart farther. I wish I had
some more rope to tie them back. Maybe I’ll bring some more
next time. I continue massaging up, stroking the insides of
your thighs. The anticipation of touching your hot clit
increases your breathing as I massage your legs higher and
higher, closer and closer until I’m an inch away from it. But
I’m not going to touch you there. Not yet. I stop and stand
The sight and smell, and the excitement have had their
effect on me. I unbutton my jeans, and pull them off revealing
a nice thick cock for you to enjoy. Who knows what plans I
have in store for it, how I’m going to use it to get you off.
How you are going to get me off. I think we’ll try the first
thing that pops up, Ok?
I lean down between your legs, aiming my prick for your
pussy. I take it in hand and direct it right for your box. I
rub it a bit on your thigh again, watching you squirm some
more. Then, out of compassion, I start rubbing your clitoris
with the head. Up & down, left & right, never penetrating you.
Just playing with you, waiting for your response. I watch as
you tilt your head back and let out a low moan. So, I stop and
get up. You almost got it, but I think it’s still to soon. Let
the tension build up in that hot pussy a bit longer. Let’s try
something else.
I get up and stand next to you. You gaze up at me with a
look in your eyes saying, “Uh oh.” You turn towards me
somewhat willingly as you’re now face-to-cock with me. Open
your mouth and give me a gentle lick down the underside of my
cock. That’s where I’m most sensitive. You know it. Lick me
from the balls up to the tip. Don’t miss a spot. Then, take
the head in your mouth, running laps around the shaft with
your tongue. Suck me in deeper as I begin to stroke one of
your breasts. Jerk me off with your mouth as best you can. If
you please me I might just let you loose early.
Your pace becomes faster and faster, speedy for your
restrained position. I can feel the tingle of my orgasm begin
deep in my groin. It grows into a sensation igniting along my
shaft and tickling through my balls. Suddenly, you pull back
and stop. Ooooo, you’re crafty! Even in your exposed position
you are not powerless. You’ve brought me to the brink, but
left me there with no choice.
I quickly come around to your pussy and without
hesitation, drive my cock inside. Your body shudders in
pleasure. Like a wind blowing a flame, I fan your fire,
pounding my meat deeper and deeper, just like you needed.
You’d love to wrap your arms and legs around me holding me in
until you reach orgasm but the ropes hold you back. So you
squeeze your muscles as snug as possible, increasing my lust
for your tight pussy.
I try to hold off as long as possible wanting to build
the final moment, but I can’t hold out forever. I again feel
the tingle building in my cock and I start thrusting wildly.
I can feel your pussy begin to constrict around me as you
start climaxing with me. Your moans tell me we’ve reached it
together, and I can hold back no longer. The cum starts to
dribble a little at first then uncontrollably as spurts of
white jism gush deep into you. Afterwards, I pull back reeling
from the intense pleasure you’ve just given me.
I sit back for a spell catching my breath. You’re sitting
there with a big smile across your face. You got what you
needed by tricking me into giving it to you. Sneaky little

As we gather ourselves, a gentle breeze blows across the
beach. A feather blows into the stand and lands in my open
hand. It’s a nice soft feather probably from a small tern.
You’re still sitting there with your smile as an idea quickly
forms. My smile slowly grows.
I come and sit beside you as your look wearily into my
eyes. Then, I hold up the feather for you to see. You glance
at it casually, thinking nothing much of it. If you only knew.
I lean over and give you a passionate kiss for our just
past orgasm and ask, “ready for more?” You nod an eager YES.
Sooooo, I take the feather and start tracing your nipple with
the tip. It is a harmless act to start with, but as you begin
to feel the light sensation, it slowly grows into an arousal.
I wish I had two feathers, one for both of your breasts. The
nipple becomes rock hard, and I lean over to suck on it while
I switch the feather to your other breast. The feather lightly
strokes your breast in a circle around the flesh, closing in
smaller circles as I target in on the other nipple. As soon as
it is hard, I lick and suck it warmly. The feather works very
nicely. I kiss you again, perhaps in forgiveness for what I’m
about to do.
I get up and then sit between your legs again, feather in
hand. Touching you with nothing but the feather, I commence to
glazing your inner thighs with it. Short soft strokes, up &
down the skin. Again slowly closing in on your pussy. I can’t
wait to dive in but I’ll hold back as long as possible. I dare
a quick touch of your pussy. It lightly teases the hair
between your legs and you twitch from the sensation. I pause,
then touch it again, and you quiver. Hmmm, this is fun.
Perhaps I can get even for that crafty trick of yours earlier.
I can see through your trimmed hair your clitoris
beginning to stand out again. A light brush of the feather
produces a nice spasm from your body. I touch it again ….
and again … and again … until I’m batting your clit up and
down with the feather. It’s barely enough to feel but you know
it’s there. I unexpectedly add to the sensation by blowing my
warm breath across your pussy. That was all you needed now.
You start to squirm in abandonment against your bindings. The
feather has driven you to the brink but wont get you off. You
need me to get you there. No little feather is going to do it.
You try and try to push your pussy closer to my face, hoping
for some REAL contact. Forget it. I know your game and I pull
back completely, resorting to stroking your thighs alone.
“Honeeee, please touch my clitoris! Please! Eat my pussy,
lick it all you want! Just help me get off PLEASE!!!!”. I love
it when my acts compel you to begging. *Sigh*, and I am a
merciful lover as you well know. I just like to see you
pleading for my touch.
I kiss the inner thigh as I always do before a meal. With
the feather tossed aside (for now), I kiss my way up to your
pussy, pause, and then lightly lick your clit. A moan of
relief pours from you as I take the clit between my lips and
suck on it a bit. Holding it there, I tug at the flesh with my
lips before continuing on to lick the lips. The feather has
gotten you sooo wet and tasty I can’t believe it. I’ll have to
save that little toy for later.
The taste of your pussy is like sweet jelly to me. I
can’t get enough of it. My tongue works all around, up & down,
and inside for more. Your moaning has become more lustful,
telling me your release may be soon. I focus my attention
solely to your clit and take it between my tongue and upper
lip, holding it tightly while my tongue is still inside of
you. My hands are holding your pussy lips spread wide so I
have complete access within. I begin to twitch them a bit just
to add to your sensation. But your clit is where I’m
concentrating. It is now being bombarded with my tongue,
rasping it across the sensitive tip, pulling on it, tugging it
from side to side. Your body shudders as I sense your orgasm
quickly building within your still bound body. A loud moan
prepares me for the gush of pleasure within you. I feel your
pussy constrict again, this time around my tongue. I love to
get you off this way. But I’m not done yet.
All of this teasing with the feather and the intense
cunnilingus have given me a new raging hard-on, and it is just
dying to cum out for seconds. I stand and grab you by the
waist with one hand, my cock in the other. I take aim and
plunge in to your still quivering pussy. “Aaahhhhng!” you moan
in delight, as you were so caught up in your orgasm you didn’t
see it coming. The timing was perfect to swell you over into
a completely new orgasmic sensation. “Keep it coming!” you
beg, as my thrusting begins. The juices flowing out of your
pussy feel so warm and slippery around my shaft. It won’t be
too long before I’m caught up with you and cumming myself.
I lean forward and untie your hands in turn from the roof
supports. You lean forward into my arms holding me close as
possible. You never want me to stop this time. You squeeze me
close and kiss me wildly, our tongues meshing together. Your
hands go down to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me
deeper into you. Each thrust is accented by your pulling me
from behind as if to split you apart. My balls begin to slap
against your ass, smacking the flesh as I again feel the
tingling build as a prelude to orgasm. I hold you by your
still tied and outstretched legs as I make these final strokes
count, until I can’t hold back any longer. My cock explodes
within you, shooting my load of cum deep within you again. I
can still feel you cumming from before, and I try to prolong
mine with yours. At last my orgasm subsides and I slow my
thrusts with yours until we ease back, exhausted from the
I lean over to each leg and untie you, your legs wrapping
themselves around me in gentle appreciation. A tender kiss
seals the memory before we gather our clothes to head back for
the restaurant.
But out of the corner of my eye, I notice you bending
down to casually pick up the feather before you tuck it away.

I’d better keep an eye out for that feather …