True Story Series: Squirting Adventure on the Beach

Cocktails on the beach create the perfect prelude to a little Afternoon Delight. With the scorching sun beaming down on me, I’m sticky with sweat and in the heat the alcohol seems to be hitting a little harder than it normally would. Never without a way to medicate, I freely vape without fear of consequence on our semi-private beach as I watch the waves roll in and out.

As the hours pass, we sip our frozen daiquiris and take shots in between wading in the water and napping in lounge chairs under an umbrella. The longer we’re out, the more intense the tingling between my legs becomes, like the increasing rumble of a train before it passes by. I vocalize a plan about fucking when we get back to the beach house before we go out to dinner, and he tells me that had always been his plan. Just hearing him say he’s already thinking about screwing me sends another ripple through me. I start thinking about what I’m going to do to him and just barely through the violent sound of the wind and waves I hear him say, “Finger yourself.”

I’m never one to turn down a dare (or demand), so with my lips in a smirk I quickly scan our surroundings to see how risky my little demonstration would be. There are a couple of houses in the distance and a few people set up on the beach on either side of us, but no one is less than forty feet from us unless they walk by to or from the access path. Horny as fuck, I begin relishing the suggestion of touching myself and frankly don’t care who else watches with him.

Lying on his back on the sand with his head cocked toward me, I sit in a chair in front of him and spread my legs. With a towel draped high across my lap in case I need it, I start to slowly rub my inner thighs while he watches. I make a ‘V’ shape with my fingers and work my way up my pussy over my swimsuit bottom. Forming a crease in the material up the ridge of my labia, my fingers keep grazing over my clit and I can feel myself gushing wetness through the silky material. For a little extra adventure, I take my swimsuit top off as well.

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I casually glance around occasionally for passersby as I continue fingering myself; and with one hand I pull aside my swimsuit bottom to reveal my glistening pussy to him. With the other hand I stroke myself from bottom to top; dragging my own liquid from my vagina up to circle around my clit with one finger.

I look down and see his cock enlarge through his shorts which makes me even wetter. His erection has become quite obvious so he turns onto his side to face me and watch the show. It’s all so hot that if I keep caressing my clit I’m going to cum instantly, so I dip two fingers into my vagina and pump my g-spot every time I’m close to cumming.

I look up and see that the house directly in front of us, whose balcony had previously been unoccupied all day, now has a balcony full of people. It doesn’t bother me as they’re a bit of a distance away, but I can easily be seen in detail with binoculars. It seems unlikely to me, nor do I care, so I reset my focus back onto the orgasm building between my legs. He tells me how wet I am and how much he wants to bury his face in it. I can’t take it anymore; I have to cum.

With his gaze locked on me I rub my clit with fervor and within just seconds my head is thrown back into the wind as an orgasm begins to undulate throughout my entire body. Knowing that this is the perfect setting for easy cleanup, I contract my muscles and squirt across his chest; the liquid gushing out of me and onto him. He’s surprised but completely into it, so he reaches up and thumbs my clit until more liquid squirts him in the face while I cum a second time. As the sun shines down on my face, he licks his lips and the ripples of pleasure peak, then begin to slow again. His cock is hard as a rock as he tells me how incredibly hot that was while he begins packing our things to go back to the house.

After a quick rinse in the ocean, he grabs our things, loads up the golf cart, and drives us back to the house. He flips me over on the bed in our bedroom and fucks me from behind making me cum once more. I lie on my back as he pins my legs together in the air and lays them on one of his shoulders. He wraps his arms around my legs and thrusts into me while he’s perched on his knees. I squeeze my muscles tight and constrict his cock with my pussy while bucking hard back against him.

“Keep doing that,” he says as I feel his cock stiffen harder inside of me. As he plunges into me I squeeze and push against him to massage his shaft, like a vaginal blow job. This is his kryptonite so soon he begins to moan and slam against me as he cums. I extract every drop I can from him until he collapses next to me on the bed.

Though it all was extremely hot and gave me something to write about, I admit that it would have been better without the sunburn.

 

 

 

 

5 thoughts on “True Story Series: Squirting Adventure on the Beach

  1. Nevermind the sunburn — how do I get rid of these calluses? I can’t decide if you’re wearing me out or wearing me well.

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