Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: SueNH@aol.com
Subject: Sue's 8th: Life's a Beach (m/f)
Date: Fri, 19 Aug 94 15:27:47 EDT

			    Life's a Beach
				Part 1

	I keep thinking back to that trip we took to that tropical
paradise in the Caribbean. My dreams are filled with memories of days
and nights of gentle loving and kinky capers. So much sex in such a
short period of time... it all runs together in my mind, like your
come and my juices did. One of the recollections that keeps recurring
is about that day when we were sunning ourselves at the beach.

	The front of our cottage fronted on a beautiful beach that was
wide, white and 6 miles long. From our deck, we could see only a few
other people scattered along the length, and none were close by. We
walked hand-in-hand out across the sand and set up camp a few yards
back from the edge of the lapping waves. You were wearing that tiny
black bikini bathing suit that I had bought for you at the boutique,
and I was wearing an even skimpier bikini that was hot pink and as
transparent as tracing paper. Since you had explained that you weren't
interested in soaking up too many rays, we had set up a huge beach
umbrella that shaded your beach chair, and I spread my giant towel out
right in front of the chair, where the warm sun could wash over me. I
arranged myself on my back with my head near your feet and my feet
pointing at the surf.

	After a few minutes of tantalizing chit-chat about our prior
evenings encounter with the mysterious native in the pitch blackness
of our cottage, we were both starting to get aroused, and the hot sun
was putting a sheen of perspiration on my skin. I asked you to help
apply my SPF 15 lotion, but when I started to get up so that you could
rub it on, you insisted that I should remain in my comfortable
recumbent position. Grabbing the lotion, you squatted down next to my
legs and rubbed in the lotion, starting with my feet. I closed my eyes
as your strong hands massaged the muscles of my calves and toyed with
my sensitive toes. It was so tantalizing to feel the slippery lotion
lubricating your fingers.

	Then your hands worked their way up to my knees, and you
teased me by tickling the backs of my knees. I restrained myself from
giggling, and the ticklishness turned into something vaguely erotic.
Continuing upward, you began to massage my thighs, and I began to
anticipate what it would feel like when your hands ascended to my
moistening cunt, only inches "north" of where you were. I tingled with
expectations. Now, I know you well enough to realize that
predictability is not to be expected from you. But in those early days
of our relationship, I didn't realize that you were so creative. So
when you pulled away from me and stood up, I started to whine at you
to come back and apply the lotion to my upper thighs, which I spread
apart a little to give you an ideas of where I really wanted you to
pay attention.

	But you silently answered my pleas with a stern look that let
me know that I shouldn't try to boss you around. I was pleased to see
your gaze slide down my body and alight upon my bikini bottom. My
sparse cunt hair was trimmed very close in so that it didn't show
around the edge of my bikini, but the material was so thin that the
hair was visible as a texturing of the fabric. And my labia formed
two distinct ridges that bracketed the moist vertical smear of
moisture that had seeped out of my aroused cunt. As you stared, I
spread my legs a bit further and tipped my hips up so that you could
see my barely clad cunt even better.

	Then you stepped back over to your beach chair and scootched
it forwards so that the set was directly over my face. I couldn't see
what you were doing, but suddenly I felt splatters of cool thick
liquid splash onto the skin of my tummy. At first I had the thought
that you had had an orgasm and had shot your semen onto my stomach...
but of course, you had only had a few seconds to accomplish this, and
the liquid was too cold to have come from your cock. Then I felt the
soles of your feet begin to smear the creamy liquid around on skin,
and I realized that you had squirted the tanning lotion onto me. As
your feet started to gently rub the lotion around my torso, more fat
dollops of the cream spewed onto my breasts, my shoulders, my thighs
and my crotch. Your feet wandered up to my breasts and the toes
slipped in under my bikini top, pushing the lotion all around my
tits. The big toe on each foot zeroed in on my lengthening nipples,
and then you began to clench your toes under, capturing and gently
squeezing my nipples with the toe and ball of each foot. The milking
action was unusual and exotic, and it made me squirm and shiver.

	I reached up and fondled your calves as your feet came out
from under the bikini top and spread the lotion around my shoulders
and then down the bumpy surface of my ribs. I felt fresh spurts of the
lotion falling randomly on my body. Your right foot slithered up to my
tummy and dipped into the pool of thick cream that had formed in my
belly button. Then those toes descended further until they reached the
low-slung waste band of my bikini panties, and then dove under the
edge. Your toes entwined themselves in my pubic hair, and you were
able to bend your big toe down enough to spread apart my labia and
press onto the hard nub of my clitoris. But within a few seconds, you
pulled your foot out and caught a fresh puddle of lotion and then
pushed back into my panties. A few more swabs like that and my bikini
and crotch was absolutely soaked with greasy, slippery lotion, and
more squirts of the lotion rain down on the outside of my panties, and
onto my thighs. Finally, you pull your foot up and out over my crotch
and down so that the heel was rubbing my cunt area through the
saturated thin material. The lotion pooled and dripped everywhere, and
your fat and solid heel ground firmly into my slickened crotch,
spreading the lips outward under the fabric so that the inner lips and
my erect clitoris are exposed to the welcome and relentless pressure.
Although my head is still trapped under the chair, I could easily
imagine the view you have, with the radiant pink material of my bikini
almost transparent, revealing the equally pink color of my engorged
flesh.

	My hands gravitated to my own breasts, and I push the top out
of the way and use the ample supply of lotion to give my nipples and
areoles a deep and satisfying massage. Your foot lowered itself down
so that your heel rests on the towel, and your Achilles tendon was
held in the passionate embrace of my crotch. My hips began an
instinctive up and down motion that rubbed my barely-sheathed clitoris
up and down on that slippery and unbendably rigid rod of tendon. As I
squeezed and twisted my nipples harder and harder, I humped your leg
faster and faster, bearing down relentlessly with an animal urgency. I
wasn't long before my orgasm caught me up in its surge of pulsing
ecstasy that was sustained by the pounding rhythm of the crashing
waves. Only as the intensity of the orgasm abated did I become aware
of a new sensation: a drip-drip-drip of lotion dropping onto one of my
sensitized nipples. It brought me back from dreamland with a fresh and
rising sexual desire. Deep as it was, this pleasure was not going to
be the end of our carnal play for the morning.

				 Part 2

	I pushed up hard on the bottom of your chair's seat, and
surprised you by flipping it over backwards, leaving your sprawled on
the white beach. The sand coated your sweaty body in splotchy
patterns, and then you jumped up and raced into the water, vaulting
over an incoming wave and knifing head-first into the surf. I stood up
to follow, and it took a moment to get over the post-orgasmic
dizziness. I stumbled into the water like a drunken sailer, and a big
wave knocked my legs out from under me. With a big breath of air held
in my lungs, I let my body go limp and felt the incredible poser of
the churning water tumble my body around like a rag doll in a clothes
drier. The cool water perked up my senses, and I pushed up off the
sandy bottom and shot up into the air with my arms reaching toward the
sun . When I came back down, I swam underwater and snuck up to where
you were standing and pulled your skimpy bathing suit down to your
knees. We spent the next 15 minutes chasing and teasing each other
until we were cold and exhausted. Then we strode up onto the beach and
back to our chair, table and umbrella.

	By now the sun had moved so that the shade was on the blanket,
so you lay down with your head toward the water and your feet under
the chair. Since there was no one else near us on the beach, you
agreed to take off your bathing suit, and this revealed your cock. I
know you didn't really appreciate it when I told you that it looked
particularly cute right then, but that's what I kept thinking of. The
cold water had shrunk your cock up much smaller that usual, and it
stuck straight out from your crotch . This contrasted with your balls,
which were filled with come that had accumulated during your lotioning
of my body. The skin of your balls was stretched tight and smooth over
the swollen eggs. It looked somehow cherubic and beautiful.

	As I leaned over to examine it closely, your cock started to
grow. It happened so slowly that it was almost like trying to watch a
flower bud open. But millimeter by millimeter, the water-shrunken
cock, grew fatter and longer. It lay over to one side and started to
stretch out toward your hip, and then the head kind of rolled and
slithered along your tummy until it pointed up to your belly button.
Still it continued to lengthen, nourished my eager and riveted stare.
Just as the tip looked like it was going to try to fuck your navel,
the whole length of your cock twitched and jerked up into the air,
hovering and convulsing an inch or so above your tummy. When I saw
that, I knew that it was beckoning me to do more than gaze upon its
magnificent beauty.

	I grabbed our second (and last) bottle of sun lotion and
squirted it down onto your rigid cock. As the cool liquid reached its
target, your cock involuntarily bobbed and weaved, as if it was trying
to hide from the squirting lotion. Just as you had done for me, I
hosed the lotion all over your torso, thighs, and balls, and then used
the soles of my feet to cradle the length of your cock. I began to
give you a satiny foot job with my well lubricated feet. I probed
around the ridged edge of the head with my toes, and then massaged up
and down the raised tube that runs up the entire length. I also
pushed your cock back and forth across your stomach, swabbing around
the lotion as if your cock was a windshield wiper. With one foot, I
lightly prodded and swirled your heavy balls.

	When I thought you were starting to get too excited, I asked
you to slide your whole body further under the beach chair, so that
your cock was directly under the seat, just where my head had been
earlier. While you did that, I stood up and removed my wet bikini
bottom, then sat back in the chair. This was one of those beach chairs
that has those flexible plastic strips running side to side, forming
the seat. I was able to push some of the strips forward, and others
back, so that my ass could hang won through the seat by a couple of
inches. At the same time, I could hook my knees up and onto the wooden
arms of the chair. This spread my ass cheeks and my cunt lips wide
open. It didn't take much imagination on your part to see what I had
in mind. You reached in under the chair and lifted your greasy cock
straight up. My cunt was so close that you had to bend that rigid
piece of meat to get it past my pubic hair and my clit, and then the
head of your cock reached my open vagina, and you released it. Without
doing anything, your cock pushed up into me two or three inches. That
wasn't enough for either of us, and you immediately started to lift
and drop your ass, stabbing your long and hard cock up into my
avaricious cunt. In my position, I really couldn't move much, so I
left it for you to fuck me, which you did with great passion and
enthusiasm. It was so marvelous to be fucked by your huge cock while
I gazed out over the ocean. The sounds of the waves were mesmerizing.
Your cock filling my cunt was the only place that were touching each
other. I reached down through the slats of plastic and rubbed my
clitoris with one hand, and the other reached even further under and I
let my first and second fingers scissor around the exposed part of
your cock, applying even more squeezing pressure to your hard cock as
it plunged deep in and out of my wide-open vagina. That was just what
you needed; within moments, you began an intense and convulsive
orgasm. I looked down at your face and saw a grimace that might have
been mistaken for extreme pain, if I didn't know better. Your hips
thrust fiercely up into me, bumping the entire chair up and down. Your
final thrust left you paralyzed in an arched position, buried in my
cunt as deeply as you could. After half a minute, your body collapsed
back down to the towel, and only your cock's head was left inside me.

	My rapid flicking of my clitoris finally had its desired
effect, and I was racked by my second orgasm of the day. The spasms in
my body were most conspicuous inside my vagina, and the muscles
contracted and squeezed out much of the huge load of come that you had
deposited. I could feel it flood down out of me and around the head of
your cock, down into your matted pubic hair. And finally, as your cock
shrank more and more, the head pulled out and your cock flopped back
down onto your stomach, thoroughly wet and satisfied. I let my feet
drop back down onto the sand and tipped my head back.

	Within minutes you and I had fallen into deep sleep, filled
with kinky dreams of what might occur during the rest of our vacation.
It's fortunate that we applied the sunscreen so liberally, for as the
sun continued to move across the sky, we each got our share of the
sleepy rays

	I fell asleep wondering whether any of the other people on the
beach would walk by during our nap. What would they have seen -- my
cunt dripping semen down through the slats of the chair, onto your
limp cock, which was coated with streaks of already-dry come -- or
would they just have paid attention to the smug and satisfied smiles
on our faces?

	Upon our awakening, my curiosity was satisfied. On the towel
next to your head was a note:

	We are glad to see that you are enjoying your vacation.
	But you are obviously running low on sun tan lotion. If
	you like some more, stop by our villa. We are in the tree
	houses down the beach from your place. Come by anytime,
	and come as often as you can. Drinks are served at 5:00 pm.
	It's been a pleasure seen you!

			      Alice and Joe

	Mmmmmm, sounds good, and the lotion is so expensive down here.
We'll have to check out their offer.