by Caelyn Alba
My orgasm came down on me like a hammer, my hand jammed inside me, me thumb on my clit as I exploded. I had to fight to keep my eyes open, watching as she began to slide up and down on his endless cock, his hands on her hard ass as he thrust up into her like a piston.
Behind me, I heard the sound of key at the door.
I pulled away in a panic, scrambling to the bathroom and snatching up my towel one step ahead of you slipping into the room. I was flushed, trying to slow my breathing as you called to me, told me you’d reserved a table for breakfast. I responded that I just needed to get dressed, that you should order for me and I’d be right down.
It was all I could think of. Just needing a moment alone to calm myself, still feeling the pulse of blood at my clit, throbbing in time to my racing heart. I listened for the door shutting, the suite silent again for a long minute before I slipped out.
I dropped to my knees again at the desk, but the couple was gone. The suite beyond the vent in the wall was empty and silent, the sun bright through the blinds again. I dried the wetness away from between my legs as I dressed quickly.
But as I opened the door to leave, I looked back suddenly to the desk and the unseen viewpoint it hid. With a shock that reminded me how I should have realized it already, I saw the bed where we’d made love all the long night before, then again that morning, lying directly across from the desk. Remembering how I straddled you, riding your cock hard. Remembering facing the desk as I bent over and screamed as you took me again and again. Understanding with a strange chill that anyone in the suite beyond could have watched us as easily as I’d watched them…
THE SECRET BEACH
THE LOBBY WAS NEARLY DESERTED as I descended the stairs, feeling flushed as I passed through. But how much was from the early morning heat and how much was from the memory of the show I’d just witnessed, I didn’t know.
The humidity was already high, the shorts and a tank top I’d grabbed quickly in the room seeming like they’d be a good choice as the day wound on. But only as I passed out into the Mediterranean sun did I realize that in my haste to catch up with you, I’d gone braless again. I’d been distracted as I dressed, overly aware now of how full I felt, my nipples huge and hard beneath sheer cotton. However, your grin when you saw me approach the table let me set my self-consciousness aside.
Breakfast was bread and chocolate, poached eggs and fresh fruit, and endless cups of perfect black coffee. I felt my strange mood lighten as we laughed and ate, all the pressures of life that had brought us here starting to thankfully fall away.
When we were done, you headed back to the room to take the shower you’d missed not wanting to wake me that morning. I followed you at first, but then a sudden fear threaded through me, and all I could think about was meeting our neighbors in the corridor. So I begged off suddenly, told you I was going to wander the boardwalk and the beach. You kissed me as you promised you’d catch up.
The Mediterranean sun on my skin was like a subtle massage as I walked, the boardwalk and the beach beyond only just beginning to crowd. Open-air market stalls and vegetable stands were set along the side streets, tourists and locals shopping side by side in a bright cacophony of language and laughter. But as I walked, I noticed something. I wasn’t sure whether it was the still-fading thrill of the view I’d seen through the wall that morning or just the lingering memory of the sex we’d had the night before, but the display of bodies all around me seemed especially attuned to the murmur of desire still pulsing in me.
Passing me now, a hard-bodied twenty-something girl was topless in sheer bikini shorts. She was hand in hand with her boyfriend, his firm ass packed into skin-tight surfing shorts that hid nothing. Two women were kissing further along, their bare breasts firm and tanned as they pressed into each other. A group of college-age guys strutted their stuff in Tour-de-France jerseys and biking shorts, checking out the girls wandering the street front in sheer sundresses, even as the girls checked out the smooth outlines of cock and balls under Lycra. A kind of openness infiltrated all the sexuality on display.
And then along the boardwalk, I saw him.
He was walking casually towards me with a backpack over his shoulder, denim cutoffs slung low on his hips. He was tall and slender, his dark hair cut short and rough, a trace of stubble shadowing his face. His chest and abs were rock hard, just as I’d seen them an hour ago.
And even in the momentary panic of not knowing what to do, I found my gaze straying to his crotch without realizing it. Just long enough to see the healthy bulge there, and I glanced up quickly as I hoped he didn’t see me staring. There was nowhere to go on the boardwalk except past him. I tried to tell myself that he didn’t know I’d watched him like I did, that I had no reason to be afraid. But then came the memory of him watching me the night before at dinner. I didn’t know if he’d recognize me, and I didn’t want to guess whether the smile he directed at me as he passed was simply tourist casual or something else.
But a dozen steps past him, I looked back. My heart skipped a beat to see him stopped and staring back at me.
He gave me the same smile as he turned away and off the boardwalk, down towards a white fence that marked off the hotel beachfront. A plain sign hung at the entrance. ‘Privée’. Private.
I wasn’t sure how long I stood there, people slipping past me along the boardwalk, before I followed him.
Just to have a look, I told myself. Then another memory rose suddenly from the night before, in the middle of our lovemaking when you’d pushed me over to the window. It was dark in the room so that that no one could see in, and you pulled the blinds overlooking the beach. As you spread my legs and entered me from behind, we could look out and see the faint gleam of figures in the starlight, nestled close to each other along the waterline. You’d pointed out one couple in the shelter of a cabana change room where they straddled each other, locked together as she ground against him and you buried your cock in me again and again.
On the beach, it was early still. The white sand was dotted with only a half-dozen serious sun-worshippers as I paced slowly along the fence line. But there was no sign of him as I looked, and it took a second of wondering where he’d gone for me to notice that the sparse array of bodies around me was totally nude.
I tried not to stare, glancing away suddenly from the woman a dozen feet away from me, laying face down with legs spread and arms at her side. She wore sunglasses the same black as the tangle of her pubic hair where it rode up between her thighs, the oil on her body glistening brightly in the sun. I glanced further along the sand, seeing another fence separating off the waterfront section in front of the hotel, our room one of the windows above. The everyday topless beach was abutted by this one. Privée.
From behind me, a couple passed, and I awkwardly shaded my eyes like I was looking for someone. Realizing even as I made the motion that that’s what I was doing. They were young, I saw as they nodded to me. Backpackers, maybe; the girl shorthaired and smiling, reminding me suddenly of myself in college in California. Her partner was tall, long hair tied back, reminding me of the pictures of you from before you left Boston at twenty-one, with a master’s degree in comparative literature and a hundred dollars in your pocket. All those lost years before we met.
The girl greeted me in French and I answered shakily, watching as they moved off for a patch of sun and sand to spread a blanket. Then they were stripping across from me, clothes slipped off with unashamed ease as they dropped to kneel in front of each other. They had suntan oil out, applying it with a gentle intensity. Their hands traced across each other as he worked her shoulders and her back, grinning as he cupped her small tits.
She licked her lips as she did his chest, and I noticed with faint surprise that they were both shaved clean, his pubis and his slender dick already oiled. Not wanting to run the risk of getting aroused in public, I guessed. However, her hands on him and maybe just the thrill of being there were making him swell as I watched. As they lay down to settle in close
to each other, I looked away.
Then I saw him staring at me from across the sand. Almost out of sight beside the clapboard cabana, he was spreading a blanket slowly. He still wore the cutoffs, watching like he was waiting for me.
My heart was beating fast, a breeze from the water playing across me. I felt my nipples stiffen even harder beneath my top. And as he watched me, he stepped to the side and spread the towel, kneeling on it as he pulled a bottle of oil from his pack and began to apply it to his arms. Two steps away from him, the blanket was empty.
I don’t know how long it took me to take that first step, but the warmth of the sand beneath me feet was a caress when I finally crossed over to him. His eyes turned casually away as I dropped to the blanket beside him. Not looking at him at first. Just gazing out to the water like I might not have known he was there. But as I turned slowly, I saw his eyes on me. They were the same deep blue of the water as they followed the curve of my ass, my top hanging out across the shelf my breasts made.
I saw his hands move for me even as I closed my eyes, my heart in my mouth. I felt him grasp my tank top gently and begin to lift; slowly as if he meant to give me time to tell him to stop. But I only raised my arms, feeling the sudden flare of heat on my skin as he slipped the shirt over my head and away.
Opening my eyes, I saw him staring at the full expanse of my chest. Where it rose and fell fast in time with my breathing, my pulse was loud in my ears.
I pulled my shorts down myself, flicking my hips as I slid them off my ass, and his hand was there even before I’d had a chance to kick them off. Warm oil spread across my back and down as he knelt close to me. His fingers splayed out to caress my buttocks, gently tracing along my cleft as they rode down.
He spoke for the first time as he slid down my thighs and up again. ‘You do not want to burn.’
A Parisian accent, the sound as smooth as his touch as he went back for more oil, then came up to my chest. He cupped my full tits as I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.
‘Will you do me?’
I heard him whisper in my ear as my eyes opened, staring in sudden surprise. He was watching me, his hands working my shoulders. I wasn’t sure if the double entendre was intended or not, but all I could do was nod, my voice gone.
He handed me the bottle of oil, his hand caressing mine as I took it.
‘I would like to change,’ he said, and I wasn’t sure what he meant until I saw him nod to the cabana beside me, no one else nearby. As he stood, I could see how much the healthy bulge in his shorts had thickened. I felt a tremor thread through me as I remembered the sight of that cock through the wall. His partner’s mouth around it, her hands clutching at it as he gently pumped it inside her.
At the door to the cabana, he was watching me, and I felt myself moving even before I’d realized I was going. Not glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Not caring as I followed him in…
IN THE CABANA — I
THE CABANA WAS DIM as I entered, my clothes clutched in my hand making me feel even more naked somehow. I felt oddly self-conscious in a way that I wasn’t outside, and I realized that part of that self-consciousness came from my having no real idea what it was I hoped was going to happen here. Just knowing that I needed to be there, just remembering the shape and the length and the hardness of that unbelievable cock.
I waited as my eyes got used to the light, seeing him standing near the far wall, watching me. His eyes roamed my body in the shadows as I moved slowly towards him.
I could see the steady rise and fall of his chest as I stopped a step away. His hands came up to my tits as my eyes closed and his mouth gently found mine, his tongue long and slick as it slipped inside me. This close, he was shorter than you were, I realized; only a few inches taller than me. And my thinking of that put me in mind of you for the first time since that moment on the boardwalk when I saw him, and I felt a pang of uncertainty wrestle with the desire flooding through me.
I remembered suddenly all the times we’d played the game of fantasy, getting each other off with stories of clandestine liaisons and group scenes. The stories we told together were like the stories I told you about the men who’d had me. Like the stories you told me about the women you’d fucked, what they liked, what you did to them. I could remember any number of nights with you hard in my hands, my voice in your ear tantalizing you with some whispered tale of me sliding a stranger’s cock inside me. Our stories were all things I liked to think about within the confines of our relationship, but which I told myself I’d never want to try.
As he pulled away from my mouth, he found my neck. He sucked gently at my skin as his hands roamed my back and my ass, and I remembered how I’d smiled all those times when you’d begged me for details in the stories I sketched out for you. The arbitrary numbers that turned you on so much. Seven inches, nine inches. Remembering the look on your face as I whispered to you. Remembering a night a long time before, when the love we felt for each other was brand new and you confessed to me that you’d rather watch me fuck another man than fuck another woman yourself.
As my hands ran down the oiled hardness of his arms, I pulled him to me and sucked his tongue hungrily. I felt it slide deep into my mouth again, gently exploring me. But he broke away from me long enough to whisper in my ear.
‘I am Luc.’
‘Je m’appelle Caelyn,’ I whispered back, my voice distant in my ears.
‘Caelyn,’ he repeated, shaping it subtly with his accent as he kissed my neck and my throat. Each touch of his tongue was punctuated by my name, whispered low. ‘Caelyn …’
I felt the hardness of his belly as he pressed against me. And below it, there was the unbearable bulge of his crotch where his cutoffs rubbed roughly against my skin. My hands were on him suddenly, and I felt him tense as I brushed against the material. The shape of him was outlined under my fingers as he squirmed and I kissed him hard.
‘Montrez-le moi,’ I whispered. Show me.
As I watched him tug at the straining button on the front of his shorts, I realized that his hands were shaking. He was as scared of this as I was, I realized, and I felt my heart racing. I was a schoolgirl again, my fingers fumbling his zipper down like it might have been the first time. Desperate to catch a glimpse of what he had there, like I might never have seen one before.
As he slowly slipped denim down past the dark shock of his pubic hair, I saw the gentle curve of his organ emerge and expand and not stop. And my heart skipped a beat at this sight that was as brand new to me as anything could ever be.
Even as full as his shorts had looked, he wasn’t fully hard yet, and his cock was already bigger than I would have thought possible. It already looked longer than you; thicker than it had looked when I watched him fucking in the next room. But whether that was some trick of the shadowed light or just the fact that I had it here in front of me now, I didn’t know.
He was hanging full and uncut, his slender glans peeking out from a loose foreskin as he stiffened. I found myself wondering how long it would take something so big to get hard, as my hands massaged his chest and nipples. I took care not to tug at the ring there, conscious of the sensation of it as it turned beneath my palm.
I watched him slowly lengthen for what seemed like forever, until he whispered in my ear.
‘You can touch it…’
I smiled as I kissed him again. Until I reached down to take him in my hands, I hadn’t realized that a part of me had been feeling like something that incredibly big couldn’t possibly have been real. But under my fingers, I felt the soft-hard sensation of skin and blood. Conscious suddenly of the memory of the texture of you, familiar and different to what I felt now as my fingers began to gently trace along his length.
I looked up to see him watching me, and I smiled.
‘Tu as une grande bite, Luc.’ You have a big dick. For the two months since we’d booked the trip, I’d worked on my French online. I’d learned that one to make you laugh, not even sure if it was the cor
rect translation or not, but I saw him smile back.
‘Avez-vous aimé?’ he whispered. How do you like it? His hands were still trembling, back at my tits, cupping them harder now.
‘Je l’aime beaucoup…’
And then he slipped down without a word, pushing in between my legs as he knelt on the cool canvas of the floor. Spinning himself around, he faced the same way as me, and I spread my legs without needing to be told to. Leaning forward, I rested my hands against the wall ahead as I felt his lips trace up along the inside of one thigh. His hands found my ass as his tongue found my slit, slipping thickly inside me.
The coolness of the air against my inner thighs told me how wet I already was, and the tremor of need that drove through me had my clit as hard as it had ever been. His tongue swirled inside me like a snake, fucking me with long strokes before it slipped out to find that hardness, and the sensation as he worked it flared inside me like an electric shock.
I fought to keep my eyes open as I looked down to watch his hands roam my belly and my breasts. As he leaned back to thrust his face against me, I could see his mammoth cock resting along the line where his legs met. It was hanging a full third of the way to his knees, still growing as I stared.
It seemed like forever that he’d been licking me before he shifted again, his tongue moving, slipping back and forth from my pussy to my ass. That sweet sensation pushed me to the point of no return. I pulled one hand from the wall to clutch at my breast, tearing at my nipple as I felt my orgasm swell inside me. Then he was working me three ways suddenly, his tongue deep in my cunt again, one finger hammering my clit, another working my ass, so gently.
Through half-closed eyes, I saw his cock begin to stand. Finally hard, it was pushing up off him now, his unbelievable length like a third leg as it pulsed and rose, and I came like every drop of passion and desire and need that had ever been inside me had been released all at once. The orgasm pushed through me like a tide, my hips moving, thrusting back and forth against him so that I was ramming his fingers and his tongue inside me where he held them steady. I felt a second climax rise up before the first had even finished, a pulse of pleasure that took my breath away.