Beach Stranger Fuck: My Raw Quickie While He Watches

Late June afternoon. Sun beats down on the beach. My lover and I ditch the car in the dunes. Hand in hand, we hunt a secluded spot. Past the crowds, big rocks form our private cove. I’m in a long t-shirt over my tiny bikini bottom. Nothing else. Sixties, white cropped hair, slim legs, tight ass swaying as I lead.

We splash in warm waves, then back to towels. I sprawl on my belly. His hands glide my skin. Flank, back, neck. Tongue licks salt from my shoulder. Nips my earlobe. Heat builds. Hips grind slow on the towel. I lift, slip hand under, fingers on clit. Rubbing discreet. He kisses down my spine. Dips into my bikini, fingers on ass cheeks, between.

The Approach

I unhook my top. Hand dives back to pussy. Stroke wet folds. Spot him then. Forties, fit, sporty. Drops towel twenty meters off. Eyes us casual. Heads to sea. My fingers speed up. Watching his body cut waves.

“Like him?” lover whispers in ear.

“Fuck yeah. My four o’clock snack.” Grin wicked. Rise smooth. Just bikini bottom. Saunter to shore, wink back.

Water to waist. He’s swimming close. Cove tight, no ignoring. Chitchat over waves. Smile hooks him. Bump accidental. Bigger wave. I tumble. Arms catch me. No pull away. Hands graze. Chaste at first.

“Your man’s cool?” he asks.

“Loves watching.” My hand slides down. Feel his bulge. Hard. Nice size. Lips brush. Tongue tease. Grab hand. Lead to cave edge. Rocks hide us. Twenty meters from lover.

Check clear. Arms round neck. Deep kiss. Tongues dance wild. He knows I’m hooked.

The Disappearance

Hands on my small tits. Pinch nipples hard. Bodies grind. Bikini slips off. Face cave wall. Hands brace. Arch back. Ass up. Legs spread. Head turn. “Fuck me.” Eyes lover. He’s out, stroking cock. Good.

His tip teases ass crack. Slides down. Pussy dripping. He picks it. Thrusts in deep. Fills me. Slow pumps build. Moans escape. Bites shoulder. Belly slaps ass. Hits cervix. I buck. Cries sharp.

The Explosion

Long ride. Climax hits. Body shakes. He holds tits, yanks me up. Still impaled.

Pause. Pulls out. Aims higher. Anus winks. Gentle presses. Inch by inch. Buried deep. Starts again. I grip thighs behind. Grind back fierce. Milk him.

He groans. Pulls free. Dumps condom. I drop. Yank strokes. Cum blasts chest. Lick tip clean. Kiss sloppy.

Whispers swap numbers. Soft pets. Out cave. He nods lover. Walks off empty beach.

Flop beside him. “Fuck, that was good.”

“Saw. Cum on tits.” Finger smears it.

“Keep it. Want more.” Grab his rock-hard cock. “Fucked my ass perfect. Deep, slow.”

Stroke long. “See him again?”

“Hope so. Solo or you. Club maybe.”

Turn back. Offer ass. Guide him in sloppy pussy. Hump slow. Pump him dry. No interruptions.