The Girl is Under the Influence

Scott stood behind the magnetic girl, his member still hard as steel. He continued to approach her, yet she remained turned towards the ocean.

The girl, however, seemed to not take notice of Scott. But upon seeing her face, instead seemed to be staring deeply into the ocean; wide eyes, and unmoving.

"Hello- uh, hey," Scott said. But she did not reply. "Hello?" Scott asked. But she did not reply.

Scott slowly kept approaching her, the erection in his trunks becoming more pronounced with ever inch he moves forward. But as much as he drew closer, she did not reply.

Scott has to keep his hands held down to keep his member from coming up. He could smell the girl now, she didn't carry the smell of any **** or ****, instead smelling of sweet sweat and fruity shampoo, but she was very much in a daze. "Excuse me, uh, are you doing alright?" Scott asked her steady body.

Her eyes were a deep blue, as if they were reflecting the ocean. Scott stared her in the eyes, desire only building as his mind couldn't think of anything to do but imagine the sexy scenes that could be carried out with her body. And as he looked at her, she slowly brought herself back into focus and looked at him.

The girl's hands began to take hold of Scott's own, and gently pulling them up. Then, she led Scott's hands to her thin waist, and put her own hands on Scott's scrawny shoulders. Scott was paralysed in embarrassment and arousal as the necklace made sure to be slow on carrying out his desires. The girl stared into Scott's eyes with droopy, lustful eyes of her own. And while Scott wasn't moving or saying a word, she planted her lips on his.

Scott was snapped out of his daze by the girl's sudden action. His flinch reaction was to pull away from the kiss, but found he couldn't! The girl's lips were already connected to his own, he could no longer breath through his mouth and could feel the girl's tongue as it began to swirl itself around with his own. But while the girl stared him directly in the eyes, with those deep blue eye's of hers, and while Scott found himself trying to remove his hands from her waist and move away, she did not reply.

Their tongues were now a single muscle that ran from one throat to the other. Scott could feel their breaths alternating into each other's lungs, and their skin sharing warmth from one to another. The girl's dripped with sweat and Scott's hot with rushing blood. Although there was a third heat, one coming from just above the girl's breasts. The necklace between their necks was emitting a strong and- pleasant coziness.

As their bodies continued to near one another by ****, the girl's bikini top began to slide up, until it came loose and undone. Her nipples were clearly as hard as Scott's penis, and rubbed and slid against Scott's own. And while Scott could not look down, he could feel the sensations of four nipples, two much, much more sensitive than the others. Her boobs began to take hold on Scott's chest, and the feeling only spread down their stomachs. Down to their crotch.

Her bikini bottoms also came loose and fell from the **** place on their skin as it was pushed together. Scott's shorts would have also come off if not for the tight strain his erection was placing on them. But it did manage to break through his fly, and came against the Spaniard's pussy with a wet slap! Her sex was wet with something other than salt water, and his penis was kissing the entrance. But as this continued to happen, as their noses closed in on each other, with the possibility of suffocation, and with Scott still partially paralyzed in fear and lust, she did not reply.

Scott's dick was entering this ocean eyed girl. And his shock was only increased by this action. To think, he would be having sex under such, confusing circumstances, to a girl he hasn't even met. Yet as their nearing bodies brought their hips closer together, Scott began to loose feeling of his cock. And could also feel the girl's cooch for a brief moment, it was all replaced by a single shared sexual mush that gave pleasure in a language of no gender, and it felt as though they were joined in the most intimate way conceivable.

Now, all that was left of them were their eyes, still stuck looking into one another. Scott felt her entire body, now a single sensation that ran from front to back in symmetry. Their breaths sharing oxygen, and their nerves dancing from one arm and leg across and back as everything began to felt real again. The last thing Scott saw was those blue eyes, and then everything in blue, and then the ocean. But she did not reply.

Scott was left looking at the ocean, stunned, surprised, horny, and not like he began. He? Something feels off all over.