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Chloe downed the remainder of her Red Stripe in one long pull and slipped away from the eclectic group gathered around the bon fire. The bass thrum of a boom box followed her up the beach, but the soporific sounds of the surf swallowed the reggae beat. The cloying aroma of hash was a bit more tenacious, though, and it carried on the humid sea scented air—a peaceful infusion that blended the edges of her being with the coming night like smudged charcoal under an artist’s thumb.
She didn’t think anyone noticed her departure, and Chloe preferred it that way. Ideally, the osmotic sensuality of a Jamaican sunset should be experienced with a lover, but airline snafus delayed Jack’s arrival. She had other options, of course, and he certainly wouldn’t begrudge her an opportunity to play. Their relationship was beautiful in that way: love without limits, without the grasp and clutch of possessiveness, without smothering fear.
However, it had been several months since they’d been together, and Chloe wanted Jack to enjoy the full force of her appetite. Determined not to mute that hunger, she distanced herself from the temptations—from the resonant vibration of the music and the enticing scent of salty, sun-kissed skin.
She dug her toes into the cool, wet sand as day surrendered to night. Deep orange tendrils spread across the horizon, fading to red and then purples until the line between sea and sky vanished. Tiny waves lapped at Chloe’s ankles, and only by standing still in the crystal clear water could she feel the pull of the tide—sinking her heels ever so slightly. Warmth and a peaceful passion engulfed her, smoothing her desire across her entire body such that it didn’t throb in just her sex, but formed an aura of allure that matched the silvery glow of the crescent moon on the placid surface of the sea.
Glancing over her shoulder, Chloe studied the distant cluster of bodies before unknotting her sarong. She could see them, silhouetted by the fire, but doubted they could see her. She held the soft wrap by its corners—above her head—and allowed the breeze to catch it, laughing at her whimsical impulse before letting go to watch it float softly inland and come to rest on the dry sand. Peeling off her swimsuit, she balled it up and flung it so that it landed alongside the other garment.
With arms wide, Chloe walked into the sea, submersing herself when its warm waters reached her waist. It embraced her, not dousing her fire but instead stoking it through a symphony of sensation. It penetrated her body and her mind, and she floated on waves of want—buoyed by the desire for Jack’s touch. She felt its fingers caressing, probing, drawing forth her own fluids.
When the enveloping touch of the liquid touch began to coalesce into a pulse between her legs, she worked her way toward the shore: prolonging the need until it became integral to her existence—one with her spirit. Whole. Raw. Pure.
Although it wasn’t chilly by anyone’s standards, the air was cooler than the water, and Chloe’s skin reacted to the change in temperature as she emerged from the water. She ran both hands through her hair, wringing as much moisture from it as possible, and then shook her head in an attempt to dry it further.
The act—coupled with the effects of the beer and the pervasive arousal—made her dizzy, and she stood knee-deep in the surf with her eyes closed until the vertigo passed. Upon opening her eyes, she discovered Jack standing on the shore, grinning at her. At first, she thought him a figment of her imagination—an apparition of desire—but then he spoke.
‘You’re a sight for sore eyes.’
‘How…? I thought….’ Although elated, Chloe seemed anchored where she stood, stunned and unable to move toward her lover.
‘A seat opened on an earlier flight,’ he explained as he took off his sneakers and socks. ‘I got here an hour ago and have been searching rather frantically for you ever since. I suppose I should’ve looked first for a naked nymph in the surf.’ His t-shirt came off in one smooth move and fell atop his shoes. Chloe drank the sight of his bare chest. Shorts and boxers followed, providing an even more enticing visual buffet. A primal growl formed in the back of her throat, and she stepped forward to meet Jack as he entered the water.
He took her face in both his hands and kissed her quite tenderly—not at all what Chloe expected after such a long separation—and she resisted when he first tried to break away. Being bigger and much stronger, he easily broke her grip and held her at arm’s length. For several moments, Jack looked intently into her eyes. She felt their souls reconnecting and understood then why he slowed their collision.
‘Yes,’ he whispered, again pulling her into his arms. ‘There you are, my love.’
Chloe felt his cock grow against her tummy, and she ached to take him into her mouth. Her eyes asked—begged, really—and Jack simply nodded. He knew her well and knew exactly what she wanted. Wasting no time, she dropped to her knees. The water lapped at her bare mound, and Chloe swung one leg to the side to plant her foot in the sand—opening herself to the dance of warm, wet tongues across her clit. They fueled her arousal, but weren’t strong enough to be a serious distraction.
She licked the silky head of Jack’s cock and it leapt to meet her lips in that way she so adored—like a sexual divining rod. Slipping it all the way into her mouth, Chloe buried her nose in the bristly thatch of hair at its base and inhaled deeply, murmuring her enjoyment of his taste and his scent.
The palms of her hands traveled up the backs of his legs, from ankles to ass, and her nails scraped the length of them on their round trip. Jack groaned and wove the fingers of both hands through her hair, holding her head as he pushed himself even deeper into her throat. She could take everything he had to give—and take it as roughly as he wanted to give it—but Chloe wanted a different demonstration of his desire.
She savored him for a few moments before drawing back. ‘Huh uh,’ Chloe smiled up at Jack. Taking one of his hands from her hair and directing it to the base of his cock, she continued, ‘My mouth. Your hand.’
With that simple directive, she returned her hands to his legs and her mouth to its home—not giving him an opportunity to object. Jack stood still, and Chloe waited patiently for him to adjust to the rules of this new game. Her tongue continued to play around his head, teasing, but she didn’t move in earnest until he stroked himself—feeding her his cock.
‘Mmm,’ Chloe purred in sincere appreciation. ‘Yes!’ Something as simple as a willingness to step outside one’s own comfort zone could be an incredible turn on, and she made sure Jack knew just how erotic she found it. Although it was too dark for him to see the ecstasy in her expression, he could certainly hear it in the melodic sounds she made each time his hand bumped her lips.
Anyone eavesdropping would believe Chloe enjoyed the most succulent dessert and, by her own estimation, she did exactly that. With only the head of Jack’s cock in her mouth, she had plenty of room to maneuver her tongue—and she kept it in constant motion. She sucked in conjunction with each of his down strokes, milking tiny droplets of salty sweetness from his body. Appetizers, she’d called them very early in their relationship, and he had laughed.
Her hands cupped Jack’s ass, feeling the muscles repeatedly tense and relax as the hand gripping his cock varied in speed. If he stopped, she stopped. If he slowed, she slowed. Chloe followed his lead, knowing he’d soon lose the ability to delay his orgasm. She was in no hurry to reach the end of this particular journey and, by letting Jack set their pace, she leveraged her own greed.
Their movements stirred the waters around them, making more of a disturbance than the gentle tides. Chloe’s nipples brushed against Jack’s thighs, sending pulses of pleasure to her clit. The guttural sounds coming from his throat told her that he’d passed that point of no return, and she moved one of her hands from his ass to her clit—hoping to join him when he came and knowing it wouldn’t take much of an effort to push herself over the edge.
‘Babe, that’s so… so sexy,’ Jack growled. ‘Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself while I… I…’ His words were lost to the night as his come pulsed into her throat. Chloe pinched her clit—hard—and shuddered as her own orgasm blossomed. Together they sang a syncopated song of gasps and exclamations and endearments.
Jack pulled Chloe to her feet. Her knee—the one on which she’d been balancing—buckled in protest and he steadied her. Again looking intently into her eyes, he smiled.
‘There you are, my love.’
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Every day for the past six months, I walk my dog on a quiet bay beach. While the ocean beaches here in the Hamptons are among the most beautiful beaches in the world, the bay beaches ain't chopped liver. Plus the facts that I can walk him anytime I want as long as I pick up after him (the town has plastic doggie-bag dispensers in the parking area), that it's close to where I live and that during the week, it is usually empty, makes this beach ideal. Except for the holiday weekends when families...
Every day for the past six months, I walk my dog on a quiet bay beach. While the ocean beaches here in the Hamptons are among the most beautiful beaches in the world, the bay beaches ain't chopped liver. Plus the facts that I can walk him anytime I want as long as I pick up after him (the town has plastic doggie-bag dispensers in the parking area), that it's close to where I live and that during the week, it is usually empty, makes this beach ideal. Except for the holiday weekends when families...
BisexualMy name is Genevieve, but you can call me Ginny. I'm a sixty years old, divorced, and live in a small town in western Ohio. However, today I'm sitting a warm sandy beach in Hawaii, soaking up the rays of the sun, and watching the white sails that dot the blue waters. I came here to renew my spirit and maybe find a man to make me feel like a woman again. My story starts in early February, when I glanced out the window I noticed there was more snow on the ground. I shivered, "Burr, I'm...
Alena couldn’t believe she’d drawn guard duty on Harvest Day. She’d turned seventeen a few weeks ago, so she was finally old enough to find a partner to celebrate with. Well, she got off shift at sundown. Maybe she’d be able to find a nice guy during the night bonfire. Alena smiled. Emily, a blooded warrior of twenty-one summers, had promised to introduce her to several good-looking men that night. Alena could hear the roar of the crowd in the town square as she looked out over the...
On the 30th of December 2014, James and I went to an unofficial nude beach. As those that have read our other stories would know, whenever we go on our "adventures" I usually wear as little as possible. This was no different. My outfit consisted of a tiny pink skirt that did not cover my ass fully, no panties (obviously), a brand new buttoned crop top and no bra (even more obvious). The new crop top was a great find. The top had five buttons and with each one I undid, I showed off more and more...
ExhibitionismI always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....
Amateur Porn SitesMy favorite beach is less than an hour from where I live on the Mid-Atlantic coast. It is actually more on the bay than the ocean with the upper portion of it being an unofficial nude beach. Due to its limited access and lengthy walk, the upper beach has become a haven for gay and bisexual activity. At its peak season, it is still sparsely occupied with fewer than two or three people per hundred yards. The beach is only twenty or so feet wide, at high tide, with heavy vegetation behind it...
CrossdressingWhen Babs and I got married, she was pretty straight laced. She made me wait until our wedding night to have sex with her. She was so beautiful and her athletic build made me want her all the time, but I honored her request to wait. Our friends had rented us a hotel room for the first night before we flew off on our honeymoon. All I’ll say about that first night is that it was very much worth waiting for. Both of our parents had got together and sent us on a two week honeymoon to Australia and...