Erotic Monday Night: Beach therapy, by Tiwa Says

For some reason I had been craving the sea side for a while, maybe because of the tranquil ambience. A lot had been going on lately and being at the sea front makes me feel very close to nature and God. Anyway that day, I packed a bag and headed there.

Within minutes of being at the beach, I felt an extreme wave of calm. I was completely at peace and I decided that the purpose for the visit was achieved already, nevertheless I stayed on for the scenery.

As I was walking along the shore, I saw a tall figure approach. As he came closer, his familiar features became clearer.

He slowed his pace and stopped right in front of me. He called my name, I called his and we both burst out laughing.

We hugged each other, the hug seemed to last forever. He had come to the beach for almost the same reason as me. He needed clarity, having just got out of a 5 year relationship.

He needed some form of closure for himself. We talked for a long while without realizing that time was fast spent. It was dark already, so we decided to take a final walk.

The air had grown cool, the salty breeze brushing against my skin as we walked further away from the distant lights of the boardwalk.

The palm tree we stopped under provided a secluded canopy, the sound of the waves masked everything but the sound of our breathing.

As we stood there in the shadows, the tension that had been simmering between us since our hug finally boiled over.

He looked down at me, his eyes dark with hunger and without a word, he pulled me into a deep, searing kiss.

I could feel his erection against my skin through his trousers, and the sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

I broke the kiss, got on my knees in the soft sand. I slid his zipper down. His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing.

I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the vein throbbing beneath the skin, and leaned in to lick the head. He tasted salty. He let out a low groan.

I opened my mouth wide and took him in, sliding my lips over the crown and sucking hard. I moved my head up and down, taking as much of his length as I could, my tongue swirling around the head while I used my hand to stroke the shaft.

The sound of his heavy breathing and the wet, slapping noise of my mouth on his cock filled the quiet air.

He gripped my hair, guiding my rhythm, pushing deeper into my throat until I gagged slightly, which only seemed to drive him wilder.

“Oh god, you feel so amazing,” he rasped, his voice strained.

I pulled back, leaving him glistening with saliva, and looked up at him with a smirk.

He didn’t waste a second; he reached down, grabbing my waist and pulling me up against him before pushing me back against the rough bark of the palm tree.

His hand slid down, diving beneath my short dress to find my honey pot. I was already soaking wet, my pussy throbbing.

He slid two fingers deep inside me in one slow, smooth motion. I gasped, arching my back as he began to pump them in and out, hitting the right spot with every thrust.

He used his thumb to circle my clit, rubbing it firmly while his fingers stretched me open.

I was whimpering now, my legs shaking with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more than just fingers.

He quickly pulled down his shorts, his muscular thighs illuminated by the moonlight. He braced himself against the tree, and I guided his cock to my entrance.

I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling the massive head stretch me open before he slid entirely inside me with a sloppy thud.