Lust on the Beach

She stands by herself on the beach, the white sand beneath her perfectly pedicured feet is warm and comforting. As she stares out across the crystal clear cerulean waters of the Caribbean a warm breeze kisses her skin, it's going to be a perfect day in paradise with her new beau, a handsome elderly gentleman with silver grey hair. He is a giant of a man but with a tender heart and gentle disposition. He's more than twice her age but she's smitten by the loving and nurturing attention he showers on her. She giggles whimsically to herself while she traces a heart in the sand with her toe, she barely knows him but she feels herself falling... no man has ever touched her like he has, intellectually, emotionally, physically. Her mind drifts to the last time they made love, she closes her eyes and pictures him above her, his gaze is fixed on her face, the intensity in his eyes penetrates her mind as deeply and satisfyingly as his thick manhood is penetrating her loins. She reaches up and touches his face delicately with her fingertips and whispers to him to release inside her. He arches his back to deliver his final explosive thrust...

His eyes grow wide as he locates his young muse standing by herself on the beach, her thick mass of golden hair drapes alluringly around her shoulders as it flutters in the warm ocean breeze. Her string bikini beckons to him as he stops momentarily to admire her perfectly shaped backside. Her cheeks are apple-shaped and firm, the gap between her thighs mesmerizes him as he rejoices in the perfection of her youth and ponders the delicacy that lies between them. He moves quietly for a large man so he is able to slide in behind her without divulging his presence. He reaches toward her...

She is abruptly drawn back into reality by the familiar feeling of her man reaching around her from behind and resting his giant hand on her midriff. His thumb rests just below the swell of her breast and his pinky rests teasingly below the edge of her bikini bottom. His touch is powerful yet gentle, there is safety in his grasp of her and it both comforts and thrills her, her knees are weak and immediately she feels the perspiration trickle down the back of her neck, it is suddenly very warm, and getting warmer.

"I brought you a cold drink Sam, now come into the cabana so I can get some sunscreen on you before you burn that beautiful skin" his tone is deep, firm but calm, it resonates in her head as she complies, it's the tone and demeanor of a man who emotes confidence without arrogance or condescension. It's a tone that she has been drawn to from the beginning, before even first she heard him speak. He takes her firmly by the hand and leads her across the beach towards the cabana, she teasingly resists his pull causing him to slow his pace, he turns his head and flashes her a wry smile, her emerald green eyes twinkling with familiar mischief. "Troublemaker" he mumbles under his breath. "What are you going to do about it" she fires back in gleeful defiance. In one swift motion he pulls her towards him and scoops her into his arms, lifting her off her feet. She loves this part, being manhandled by this gentle giant, it lights a fire in her belly. She presses her cheek into his barrel chest as he carries her across the threshold of the cabana opening as a new groom carries his bride to the conjugal bed.

It feels comfortable inside, the cabana roof offers protection from the beating sun, the sheer drapery that comprises the sides of the cabana offers some privacy from the many prying eyes that have been observing the couple's flirty dance as he carried her from the waters edge and disappeared into the cabana.

"Rub some oil on my back, would you Mr?" she purrs. She sips the cold beverage he hands her, a smile appears on her face as she recognizes the sweet concoction of coconut, pineapple and rum. Mmmmm, Pina Colada, delightful! He grabs the bottle of suntan oil and squeezes a generous portion into his hand as she gathers her hair and pulls it to the side, exposing her bare neck and shoulders to him. The willing display of compliant vulnerability thrills her, she wants to yield to him completely.

A lust-lump forms in his throat as he watches her reach back to tug gently on the thin fabric strings that anchor her top to her neck and upper torso. She pulls each thread slowly until the fabric falls away from her body and falls to the cabana floor. Delicately, he glides his hands over her soft shoulders and neck, up and down the length of her arms, kneading the warm oil into her sensitive flesh. He gently rubs her back using long, deep, strokes, stopping teasingly just above her bikini line.

"Turn around and face me angel" he growls seductively, his mouth inches from her ear. She feels his hot breath on her neck, fleeting kisses on her ear lobe as she turns slowly to face him. She fixes her gaze on him, the lust in his eyes stirs her loins as he softly places his rugged oily hands on her firm naked breasts. Her eyes flutter upward as he kneads her breasts forcefully, rolling her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger, occasionally tugging on them, stretching them perilously close to the onset of pain. His eyes narrow as he moves his face closer to hers, she tilts her head slightly, anticipating his kiss. He moves his oiled hands from her breasts to her neck, something that completely overwhelms her with desire, as he knows intuitively how much pressure to apply to make her light headed without causing panic to set in.

He pulls her to him and covers her mouth with his. She tastes sweet, the subtle remnants of alcohol and fruit is intoxicating. They kiss passionately, entwining tongues, probing, savoring. She pulls away and moves to his ear cooing lustfully "take me now my beautiful man, take me here, right now, I want you inside me!"

He nods and slowly drops to his knees. She is shivering with anticipation as his moist lips brush against her smooth belly. Delicately, he glides his hands over her outer thighs as he flicks his tongue into her navel, tasting the sea salt on her body. He's close enough to her to smell how aroused she is, her pheromone cocktail intoxicates him. He steals a glance at her and confirms the growing dark area on her bikini, the fabric catching and holding her delicate nectar as it drips from her divine feminine. She quivers as he grabs her bikini fabric with his teeth and strips it away from her body, leaving fine threads of nectar dangling from her Venus like pearl shaped dew drops.

"How does that feel?" he asks in a husky tone as he looks up at her. "Devour me my love, feast on my moist fragrant flesh!" she replies lustfully, returning his torrid gaze. He pulls her down on the cabana floor with him and purposefully places one leg over his shoulder, he kisses her inner thigh, massages her soft outer lips with his mouth and tongue. She is consumed with passion, dreamy, dripping wet, hips undulating beneath his hungry mouth. The sensations of his skillfully probing tongue penetrating deeply into first her vagina and then her anus blend together in a perfectly harmonious prelude to her impending orgasmic symphony. When his tongue finally discovers her engorged button she begins to furiously thrust her hips against his face and when she feels him gently slip his oily index finger into her protruding anus she immediately explodes into a kaleidoscope of color interweaved with blinding flashes of white light. Her senses blend together as her orgasmic contractions rip through her body like a bolt of lightning, her pulsating anus gripping his fore finger in time with the rhythm of her contractions.

He immediately positions himself above her, his strong arms making a sturdy platform for their imminent passionate union. Still trembling from her orgasmic release she suddenly hears the far-off cries of seagulls, the wash of sea on sand. Her face flushes, breasts swell, nipples harden. Her heart races. "I want you in my ass! Now! Fuck my tiny pink virgin ass hole with your monster cock!" She grits her teeth, her eyes ablaze with lust, and flexes her hips, then arches her body upwards allowing him to enter her rectum in one motion, she holds him tight, arms and legs wrapped around his enormous muscular frame, enthralled with his proud flesh buried deep in her soft velvety cavern, pressing his mouth with her dewy lips, tasting her musky fluid, caressing his tongue with hers as he pounds her relentlessly. Their fleshy membranes adhere, bound in an infinitesimal moment of intimacy, as he thrusts deeply into her he can feel her coccyx, he pauses, convulsing, as he erupts inside of her, his pride spewing thick streams of semen into her rectal cavity with enough force for her to feel it in her depths. He withdraws from her slowly and as he disengages a steady stream of the thick white fluid drains copiously from within her.