by Mia Moore
He must have sensed my presence only yards away from him because he looked up at me and smiled, raising a coffee in a toast. “Good morning. How’re you today? Need one of these?” He stopped and took a step closer to me, his eyes moving from my face to my breasts and back again.
Instead of rushing into the room for a robe to cover my nakedness, I extended my hand, reaching down for the coffee. “Thanks. I could use this.” I leaned over the railing, my breasts bare and hanging like ripe fruit, reaching as far as I could, but my hand was still a couple of inches shy of the cup.
“Why don’t you come down here and join me? I got this for my wife but she probably won’t thank me for waking her up. Your husband still sleeping too?” He tilted his head, smiling while laugh lines spread from the corners of his eyes.
“Yes. Give me a minute and I’ll be right there.” I slipped back inside and tip toed to the bathroom to grab a towel to put over me. My robe was somewhere in this mess of togas and bed sheets but there was no way I wanted to wake Keith finding it—the coffee and the friendly stranger were too tempting.
I tucked the ends of the bath sheet between my breasts and slipped out the door, bare feet slapping on the warm concrete walkway. When I rounded the corner of our complex, he was still standing there, the sunlight glinting off his bald head and catching the silver in his chest hair.
“I’m Lori. This is a lifesaver, coffee delivered, thanks.” I took the cup from him and popped the lid.
“You’re welcome. John here.” He stepped back when a large black man, whistling a happy tune appeared pushing a landscaping cart. “Eire Man.” He held up his hand, fingers in a peace symbol and ambled away.
“Would you like to sit down there on the beach? I love this time of day, watching the sea birds.” He raised his hand and pointed to an area about fifty feet away from my balcony, close to the shoreline.
“Sure.” I walked ahead of him, on a dirt path bordered by shrubs that became scarce the closer we got to the sand.
He stopped about five feet from the wet sand and flipped the towel from his hips, shaking it and spreading it on the sand with a flourish. My eyes opened wider watching him disrobe. For a man in his mid fifties or so, his body was firm and lean above tight muscular thighs. But of course that was the second thing I noticed when he removed the towel. The first was the dark six inch, flaccid penis that brushed against his leg when he moved.
He flopped down onto the towel and patted the spot next to him. “Here, sit down. I don’t bite.”
I lowered myself, and sat at the farthest part of the towel from him, looking out to sea and at the sunbathers nearby, anywhere but at him, although in my peripheral vision he was sitting with his legs on the sand in front of him.
“Your first time here?”
I glanced at him quickly and back to the ocean. “It’s that obvious?” A nervous laugh escaped. Maybe I should have stayed in the room with Keith. After all, this was a couples resort and here I was hanging out with a naked stranger, even if he was friendly and a bit old.
“A little. I noticed you and your husband on the dance floor last night and looked for you at the hot tub later but you were with friends. You and your husband stayed together all night. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” He picked up a small piece of driftwood and threw it into the surf before taking a sip of coffee.
“Yeah, we aren’t ready for anything else. It was our first time having sex in public.” I looked into his laughing eyes and couldn’t help smiling in return, instantly at ease.
“How’d you like it? You looked like you were enjoying yourselves.” He pulled his legs up and crossed them in front, Buddha style, while turning slightly to face me.
Now I wished I’d brought my sunglasses as well as the bath sheet. His penis lay to the side of his rather large balls, drawing my gaze, hypnotically beckoning.
“It was exciting. Being around so many people having sex and—“ My face became warm and it wasn’t from the hot sun or sweltering heat.
“Why don’t you take the towel off? Talk to me and enjoy the sun and air on your body. Be free and real.” My eyes flashed to meet his gaze. Was he coming on to me, trying to make a pass? But in his dark blue eyes, it was almost a sadness I sensed, nothing sexual.
Still looking into his eyes I pulled the ends of the towel from between my breasts and to the side letting it fall to the ground. Immediately he smiled. “There. Doesn’t that feel better?”
My lips parted as my eyes stared at him in wonderment. His penis was still limp although his eyes roamed over my breasts, lingering on the puckered nipples. I was sitting with a perfect stranger, naked on the sand and having a conversation as common place as talking about dinner last night. Sure, Hedo is uninhibited but maybe there was something in the water here. Some sort of aphrodisiac?
“I like to practice yoga when I’m sitting close to the ocean, timing my breath to the waves, becoming one with them. Would you like to try it with me?” His hands rested on his knees, totally relaxed while his face radiated peace.
“I’ve never done yoga. Sure. What do I have to do?” It was something I’d always wanted to do but never got around to it.
“Turn and face me and cross your legs in front of you, like me.” I gulped and did as he asked, very aware that now my pussy was open and exposed for him to view. I took a deep breath as his gaze roamed over me.
“You have a beautiful body. From your breasts, the roundness of your tummy and hips to the petals of your feminine centre. May I just gaze upon you for a few minutes, experience and enjoy your womanhood? Your ying to my yang?” His eyes were almost closed as he looked between my legs.
His gaze caused a tingle in my clit. I could feel the little bud growing firm and poking out now as I watched his eyes and parted lips exhaling slowly.
“Now gaze upon me. The male sexual being.” I gasped when I lowered my eyes. His penis was now hard and the six inches had become longer…and thick. A pearly drop glistened at the opening, skewering me where it was pointing. Oh my God, would that hurt or be the best sex a woman could ever have?
“Breath in slowly to the count of ten while looking at my phallus. Empty your mind of everything but my manhood. See the thick head of it, firm, full, moist. It is primal, wanting only to find your womanly folds, to separate you and glide in the furrow between your lips, feel your wetness.” His voice was soft and hypnotic, rising and falling with the surf.
A drop of pre-cum slipped over the satiny head of his cock, down, over the ridges and veins of his shaft. I couldn’t tear my eyes from that whitish droplet. To the count of ten, I exhaled, stretching my legs wider. What would Keith think if he found me like this, knee to knee with this sexy, older man? But he was asleep and I was doing yoga, not having sex. Besides, I was supposed to be focusing on his cock, or should I say phallus?
“This is a tantric meditation that I’m doing with you, Lori. It’s kind of like a warm up for you to wake your husband, and me to join my wife. I can see you’re aroused and you can see how hard I am. I’m not going to touch you or allow you to touch me. But we will both desperately want that. Would you like me to continue?”
“Yes.” A breath, barely audible. My heart was beating harder in my chest at his words and trying to slow my breathing was becoming difficult. It wasn’t going to take much longer for this to get me hot. I was already wet.
“Squeeze your vaginal muscles Lori, as hard as you can and hold it.”
Oh God! A jolt of pleasure shot from my tight cunt to my clit. The moistness of my pussy was cool in the ocean breeze.
“Again. This time, it is my hard cock you are squeezing. Feel how big it is. How deep it is penetrating you. I can see your pussy lips dripping wet, wanting my cock between them.” His voice was raspy with his arousal.
I wasn’t the only one wishing that cock was closer. My hand left my knee and slid along my inner thigh to my cleft, my finger seeking my clit.
“Stop. No touching. We’re only using our m
I glanced into his stern eyes and put my hand once more on my knee, feeling like a teenage girl once more, chastised by a teacher.
“Your nipples are hard and puckered. How nice it would be to feel my lips and tongue there while my hands grasp the flesh of your breasts. My cock is drizzling for you again. It wants your warmth, your wetness gripping it as it slides slowly into you. Are you still squeezing it Lori?”
I exhaled through pursed lips as a jolt of pleasure spiraled around my clit. My eyes were half shut, my mouth open slightly, almost drooling at the sight of this enormous cock. I squeezed harder and held the muscles tight, like they would be with that inside me, stretching me.
“How hard is your little bud of pleasure? The tip of my cock would be like the caress of a tongue on it, gliding over it softly. That would feel nice, wouldn’t it?”
“Ohhhh…” It was a moan that originated deep in my belly.
“I think we should stop.” With the grace of a man who works out often, he rose and looked down at me, his cock thick, grazing the hard muscles of his abdomen. “Go to your husband now.”
I grabbed my bath sheet and rose to my feet, still gazing into his eyes. My pussy felt like a separate entity, swollen and aching to be filled, all because of a man who had aroused me with just words and looks. I practically ran back to my room, not even bothering to drape the towel over my naked body. I banged on the door, squeezing my legs together, stoking further the flame between my legs.
In a few moments, the door opened and Keith stood looking at me, a puzzled look on his face. “Lori, what the—“
My hand was on his cock, stroking it and my lips were glued to his, pushing his body into the room to bang the door shut with my foot. I slid down his body to kneel on the floor in front of him, his cock already starting to get hard. My hands stroked up and down, while I licked my lips, never taking my eyes off what I needed deep inside me.
My tongue teased the thick head, rolling over it, trying to insert the tip into the slit at the top. Oh God, if he knew how hot the guy on the beach had made me and how much I needed his cock.
“Oh God, Lori…suck it.” He pushed his groin forward while his hands held the back of my head. My eyes watered as his hips moved back and forth, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. I focused on breathing, catching the rhythm of the surf. Once more in my mind, I was sitting across from John needing a cock deep inside me, my clit firm, the tip protruding through my lips like a tiny penis.
My hands pushed him away and I rose to my feet. “Fuck me. Now.” I pulled him from the door to the bed and laid down, holding my legs apart and up, open for him. I was his vessel, anything he wanted as long as he drove that into me, hard.
His hand softly stroked his cock and directed it to my opening. Not waiting, I pushed my pussy up onto his shaft, squeezing it, long and hard as I’d done in my imagination with John. And like then, jolts of pleasure flooded my already firm clit. I was wanton, all woman lusting for fulfillment.
“Oh fuck, that’s tight. Fuck my cock Lori. You need a big fat cock, you’re so wet.” His words tumbled out of his mouth as he pushed into me, faster than I’d been able to stroke him with my cunt.
My finger flashed across my stomach to my hard clit, rubbing it quickly. As I bucked under him, my other hand was on his ass, fingernails dug into the hard flesh. “Yeeeessss. Fuck me hard. That it’s. Don’t stop. Need your hot cock. Yes, yes yes…” At each thrust, a wave of pleasure shot through me, on and on like it would never end.
He drove into me hard and stayed there, pressing and urging his cock deeper as cum shot into me. His breath hitched in his throat as the last spurt left his cock, his legs quivering against my thighs. He opened his eyes and looked down at me, a small smile on his lips.
“Wow. After last night I didn’t think I had it in me to do this again for a while. Fuck Lori, you’re turning into a wildcat.” His eyebrows drew together as he pulled out and rolled onto his side. “You were outside naked and couldn’t wait to get in here to get fucked. What happened? Why were you outside in the first place?”
“It’s an interesting story that started with the kindness of a stranger and coffee. Ever heard of tantric meditation?”
Chapter 19
I stopped to look at the sign—Nude Beach—above the tree lined pathway. True, my breasts were bare above the tight bathing suit on my midriff and hips, but was I ready to shed it, go all the way in broad daylight?
“Lori?” I felt Keith’s hand on my shoulder and turned to face him.
We’d been on our way to the ‘prude’ beach, which was anything but prudish, in my mind. So why had I stopped, contemplating going to the nude beach, almost ready to bare all and experience it?
“I’m okay with trying it, if you are. I mean, considering what happened at the hot tub last night and your…ah…tantric meditation this morning, it’s not that much of a stretch is it?” He pulled the sunglasses down on his nose and his dark eyes gazing at me were playful, almost boyish.
“But it was dark at the hot tub and this morning, it was just John, a guy almost old enough to be…no, forget that!” I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. “It’s…you know, my ass. White, wide and cellulite. I don’t know.”
He looked skyward and shook his head before grabbing my hand and pulling me to a pair of lounge chairs nearby. “What does it take Lori, to convince you that you’re beautiful just the way you are? Honestly, sometimes it’s just frustrating.” He leaned toward me, elbows on his knees and eyes narrow. “I thought that one thing this trip would prove to you, was--”
“Stop.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I know there’re guys here who are attracted to me. Well, let’s call a spade a spade. They want to fuck me. Rob, Glen and the guy on the beach, John. That’s different from parading around in the bright sunlight in front of everyone! That’s not sex.”
My eyes burned, filling with tears. Suddenly, I was twenty again, getting hit on by jerks who wanted to fuck the fat girl, thinking she’d be grateful.
“No it’s not sex at the beach. But if you think that every man there isn’t checking you out, having fantasies about you, you’re mistaken, Lori. Trust me; they’re not noticing your dimpled bottom. They’re picturing your ass cheeks in their hands as they fuck you.” His jaw muscle worked, clenching his teeth together.
“And what about you, Keith? Is that how you’re picturing other women?” My eyebrows were drawn together, my anger matching his.
“No. Well…maybe. But I’d never DO anything about it, you know that.” He exhaled loudly and shook his head.
“Maybe you should. And maybe I should fuck Rob. Christ Keith, it took guts for me to come on this vacation. And look at me, going topless, fucking you in public! I never thought I’d do this…and actually I like it.”
My head fell to the side and my eyes closed. “But going nude on that beach, I don’t know. There’s still a part of me that’s not comfortable with it. Just like you aren’t comfortable seeing another guy fuck me.” I opened my eyes hoping to see if he understood but his gaze was on the ground between his feet.
“Why are we here, Keith? To confront our demons? I’m willing to finally face mine and go to the nude beach. What about you?” It felt like the brunch I had eaten an hour earlier was a lump of lead weighing me down in the chair.
“You’re right. I’m not being fair, am I?” He looked at me and when he smiled I breathed a sigh. The wall between us was evaporating and I didn’t care if he never faced his insecurity. I was in love with him and that was all that mattered.
A chuckle, almost a snort erupted from his mouth and he began to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I grinned and slapped his hand.
“My demon, insecurity of a different flavor. To kill it, I’m going to have to watch another man with you. And when you kill your demon, by going nude on the beach, there’s going to be a line-up to kill my demon.”
“Keith, I can live with any insecurity you have. I never would have known about it if we weren’t here. What’s important is us.” I stood up and started walking to the Nude beach path, calling over my shoulder, “You’d better hurry to get a place in line.”
Sunlight tried to break through the fronds of the palm trees on the narrow pathway leading to the secluded beach. Keith’s sandals slapped his heels walking behind me in tune with my pounding heart. This was it, the moment in my nightmares before this trip, just a few steps away.
Ahead of me, the sand spread out in a large semi-circle, bordered by the azure blue ocean and dense green foliage at the sides. The smell of coconut hung in the air, wafting from the bodies of mostly paired off couples lounging on the beach. There were two empty lounge chairs under a thatched umbrella stand and I walked toward it, my head high, eyes shielded by dark lens glasses, weaving my way through naked bodies.
I set my bag and towel on the chair’s warm surface and my fingers hooked into the elastic fabric of my bathing suit under my breasts. I stood and surveyed the beach, looking for Abby or Kate while Keith pulled his trunks off. My fingers tugged the fabric down, over my midriff, causing my bare tummy to pop, released from the prison of lycra. I took a deep breath and slid the fabric over the swell of my hips and bottom, down to my ankles.
The sun on my tummy and ass was glorious as I stood naked glancing around the beach. The palms of my hands were sweaty but I was determined to maintain my confident pose, fake it till I feel it, like they say.
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