Beach baby

Lunch was an interesting affair. The normal chat interspersed with anecdotes from the tennis match with Sophie reflecting on the developments with the American’s husband. He had kept his hand on her bum most of the way back to the changing rooms and she hadn’t drawn attention to it. She’d showered and changed but the small talk with the wife suggested she had noticed nothing untoward

Sophie was relaxed over lunch and continued to flirt when she got the chance but was careful not to give anything away. This was a game she liked to play.

After lunch, she generally went to the beach and she made no secret that that was her intention that afternoon. Her partner caught her drift and excused himself so she was left to her own devices. Not taking the bait, the American couple were undecided so she headed off out on her own.

Sophie was nevertheless disappointed that they didn’t follow having harboured thoughts of tempting the American, or his wife, into some play. She walked along the beach, venturing further than she normally did, finding some pretty coral washed up on the white shore. Further still, she found an old fishing boat partially upturned and pulled a little way back from the shoreline. She explored it briefly and noticed that it made a natural shelter from prying eyes along the beach.

This gave her an idea. This was an opportunity to build on the base tan she had developed, in quiet seclusion. One last check along the beach and she peeled the top of her costume down to her waist. The tan lines were already visible and her tiny boobs stood out quite white in comparison. She smoothed sun protection over them, wary of the effect of the Indian sun on her pale British skin. It was sensuous, touching herself like that in the open, with the sun and the sea, feeling ‘at one’ with nature. Her little pink nipples hardened and, as she reclined in the sand and relaxed to sunbathe, she continued to stroke slowly, sending warm ripples of pleasure across her chest and down toward her tummy.

Eyes slitted against the sun, she let one hand trace down her body, stroking the soft fabric sensuously on her hip, letting the pleasure wash over her as the waves washed over the nearby sand.

Thinking of the American; his engaging smile, his strong arms, his deep chest. She stroked the inside of her thigh now as she parted her legs, thinking of his hand on her bum underneath her skirt, teasing herself by stroking close but not quite touching. Taking the fantasy further, she returned to that bold finger that had traced the crack of her ass, picturing it pulling that tiny g-string aside and probing her asshole. ‘Dirty boy’, she sighed sleepily in the sun as, liking that image, her hand teased her costume to one side and moved through the soft curls on her mons, still denying full contact but signalling their intention. She bit her lip at the though of the index finger toying, penetrating her anus as they talked with her partner across the tennis net. Naughty. Dirty. Her knees braced now as her own index finger traced down smooth, moist lips.

“Mmmm”, finding herself wet, she moved quickly upward to find her clitoris already swollen and peeping out from her hiding place.

‘This will be quick’, she gauged, as her clitoris throbbed, begging to be touched and her finger slipped so easily inside her vulva, joined swiftly by a second, then a third as she moved hastily on in her fantasy, already on her hands and knees as he pulled her panties aside and a slender American cock stabbed painfully inside her beneath an upraised tennis skirt.

“Boo!”,

Sophie jumped, startled from her reverie to see a grinning face suddenly appear over the top of the boat that otherwise shielded her. Eyes wide open in alarm and embarrassment, her fingers caught in her snatch, she felt her face flush red.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry”, he stuttered, realising he had stumbled upon a very intimate moment of privacy.

Sophie was, for once, lost for words, as she pulled her fingers out of herself and made a vague attempt at modesty, to cover her small exposed chest with her one free hand. Which struck her immediately as ‘odd’ given her previous behaviour with him and the fantasy she had just been enjoying on a public beach.

He looked over his shoulder, embarrassed now that his joke had backfired, and tried to continue his sentence.

“Maybe I should, err”, he stumbled for words as Sophie sat up and followed his eye-line to where she could see his wife paddling in the shallows some way back down the beach

Sophie’s costume was still around her waist but she seemed less bothered now that she was over the initial shock and her fingers weren’t so busy.

She **** a smile, still adjusting, and tried to place a reassuring hand on his.

“No. It’s ... err... ok. I guess. I mean I shouldn’t. Or maybe not here. Or”, her voice trailed away as they both looked at her fingers that gripped his wrist. Sticky fingers that glistened in the bright sunshine.

They both realised at the same time and as their eyes met, Sophie grinned.

“I’m so sorry, but a girl... a girl has needs. You know?”

He smiled back, the ice broken, and didn’t remove her hand from his. He slid over the top of the boat, to join her, with a cautious backward glance to where his wife remained on the beach.

“Look”, he started, “I hope I didn’t overstep the mark too much this morning but”

Again he trailed off as he looked at Sophie’s tiny white boobs tipped with pink, her costume in disarray. She for her part had been distracted by the sight of him in his beach shorts as he joined her. Or, to be more precise, ‘not in his beach shorts’. Sophie’s eyes had immediately been drawn to his obviously hard cock that had slid down the leg of his shorts as he slid over to her. The leg had risen up and a rather fine specimen partially peeked out. Much as she imagined, it was long, slender, smooth and uncut.

His silence brought her back to herself, realising that she was staring. Also, that she was pulsing gently between her legs again.

She couldn’ti resist a cheeky grin, challenging him,”looks like a man has needs too?”. A downward glance and he realised how transparent he was, and blushed.

Sophie shuffled forward on her knees in the sand, her costume around her waist and looked up into his eyes as she slowly pulled his shorts down. He was naturally naked underneath and once she’d tugged them free from his cock, it stood up proud between them, at her eye level.

She giggled naughtily and he looked over his shoulder to check on his wife again.

Sophie took the initiative, small hands stroking up and down the smooth hairless penis that stood so erect before her. Circumcised, the head glistened wetly and demanded that she kiss it. Instinctively, she leaned forward and did so, before slipping her lips over the end.

A small moan from him as he placed his hand on the back of her head, “Sophie, we shouldn’t”, he started, but she moved her hot wet lips down on his cock, taking more of the wet salty head into her waiting mouth. Cupping his balls with one hand, she formed a small fist nearly but not quite around his member with the other and started to masturbate him. His hand tightened in her hair and his toes scrunched in the sand as his knees moved in time with her, fucking her mouth with the occasional backward glance to where his wife walked.

Sophie kneeled higher now, pumping faster with her fist, her head moving in time with his thrusts as she watched his wife too. Her husband’s dick swollen hard in her mouth , Sophie was going to make him cum with his wife but yards away. He was going to spill his seed in a young girl's mouth who was going to look at this older woman way down the beach as she swallowed her husband’s semen.

She felt him speed up, grunting now, and she was rough with his cock, making him wince with pain but knowing he was beyond the point of no return.

Pain for her, too, as he pulled her hair tight, yanking her head back roughly and he erupted, cumming all over her recklessly. It splattered into her face in spurts before spilling onto her tits and belly and dripping, cold, onto her black costume.

Sophie milked him dry, almost professionally, before sitting back on her haunches and smiling up at him. She glistened with his semen on her face and body, and white blobs marked her swimsuit.

“Well”, she grinned now, checking out the wife again, before crudely wiping her mouth clean of cum with the back of her hand.

“That was rather fun”