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.