Foreigner by the Sea by Captain Atom This past summer I rented a cottage out on the Atlantic coast to get away from the hustle and bustle of my daily life. I spent most of the time in quiet solitude reading and composing. One beautiful Sunday morning I got up early, threw on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and went down to the beach to watch the sunrise. I put down a blanket on the sand and laid down, propping a pillow up behind my head. Except for a few seagulls I was alone in the early morning. But after a little while I noticed a lone figure walking down the beach along the waterline. As the person got closer, I could see that the lone figure belonged to a beautiful woman. She was wearing a denim jacket and button-fly denim shorts. My eyes followed her shapely long bare legs down to her bare feet, which she was splashing in the sea water as she walked. Her head was topped by medium length wavy blonde hair, bleached light by the summer sun and being blown about lightly in the cool morning sea breeze. For several minutes I watched this lovely sea nymph as she frolicked along the shore. Every so often she would bend down to pick up a rock or shell and I would enjoy the view of her shapely ass pressing tight against the fabric of her shorts. She must have seen me sitting there watching her, for she looked over in my direction several times. Eventually she turned away from the water and started walking towards where I was sitting. As she got closer I was able to admire her pert nose, flawless complexion, and light brown eyes. "Good morning," I said to her when she had come to within a couple of yards from me. She responded in a language I didn't understand, but guessed to be Dutch or something similar. She anticipated my question with a heavily accented "No English." She motioned towards the blanket I was sitting on and asked an unintelligible question. I gathered that she was asking if she could sit down. "No problem," I said as I scooted over to make room for her. She smiled and sat down next to me, crossing her long smooth legs. "Joanne," she said, indicating her name. "Steve," I replied in kind. She asked me another question that I could only guess at. "The sunrise," I replied motioning over towards the orange globe hovering just over the horizon. A couple of awkward minutes passed in silence before she spoke again, asking me another question. "I'm sorry, I don't understand," I replied. Joanne shrugged and smiled, as if to say "no matter," then leaned in and kissed me. At first I was shocked by her forwardness, but it didn't take long before I was kissing her back. As the seconds passed our first hesitant probings turned into deep passion. She gently pushed me back so that my head was resting on the pillow as we continued to kiss. She tentatively placed her right hand on my thigh and slowly moved it up to the bulge at my crotch. When I didn't object, she started to rub me through the fabric of my pants, causing my already stirring cock to rapidly harden. Our lips parted and I started to speak, but Joanne placed a finger over my lips to silent me. She reached her hand under the waistband of my sweats and wrapped her fingers around my stiff rod. With her thumb she took the precum that was forming at my tip and rubbed it along my cockhead. She then grabbed the top of my sweats with both hands; I lifted my butt off the blanket so she could pull the sweats down to my knees. My cock was sticking up in the cool breeze, forming a vee with the rest of my body. She stroked me with her hands a few times before moving her lips down and sucking my cockhead. I massaged her next with my hand as she slowly took me deeper into her warm mouth. Joanne was quite an expert at giving head, applying light suction and using her tongue, but carefully keeping me from going over the edge. Joanne eventually sat back up and straddled my stomach, facing me. Slowly she unbuttoned her jacket from the top, parting it to reveal her bare breasts. Her nipples were standing hard and firm in the cool salty air. I reached my hands up and grabbed hold lightly of her tits, gently flicking my index fingers across her sensitive nipples. She responded by tossing and rolling her head back, moaning softly. My hands moved down Joanne's tight stomach to her waist. I undid her belt and then meticulously unbuttoned her fly. She momentarily rolled over to my side so that she could kick off her shorts before resuming her position. She was wearing a very shear white lacy thong, through which I could see her light brown pubic curls puffing the fabric. My hands started to rub her through her thong. She got up on her knees and leaned forward, offering her left tit to my mouth. While I rubbed her crotch I took her nipple between my lips, licking and sucking. Joanne leaned forward to kiss me again, pressing her chest against mine. With my left hand I pulled the fabric covering her crotch aside, then slowly worked two fingers of my right hand into her warm wet cunt. Her tongue probed me deeply as I moved my fingers in and out of her. I broke off our kiss and rolled us both over so that I was on top of Joanne, sitting between her legs. I grabbed her by her knees and pulled her legs up in front of me. She lifted her ass off the ground and pushed her thong up to her knees; I took over and pulled it off the rest of the way, then pushed her legs down and apart. Her pussy lips parted and her hard clit stood out begging. She gasped sharply as I flicked my tongue across it. I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her cunt. I looked at her face as if to make sure that she wanted me inside her. She nodded and I slowly thrust myself inside her. She was warm, wet and tight and enjoying every movement I made. Her eyes were closed and she was rubbing her own tits in rhythm with my thrusts. I could feel the walls of her cunt tighten around me as she started to cum. Her hips bucked and she gripped the blanket on either side of her. Her head darted back and forth as she cried softly; god she looked so incredibly beautiful. I couldn't hold back any longer, and by the end of her orgasm I was having mine. My seed shot deep inside her, coating the insides of a woman I hardly knew and could not speak to. Our only means of communication was through our bodies, now intertwined as one. Exhausted, I collapsed down on the blanket beside her. She kissed me, then stood up and put her clothes back on. With a smile, a wink and a good-bye in a foreign tongue, she was gone.