Sex in the waves with #4

The next morning we all went to the beach. We got there before it got crowded and settled down. Mandy and I were groggy from our night of drinking. She gave me a half-hearted apology about trying to cock block me the night before, excusing her behavior because she was drunk and the Greek God was so sexy.

We settled in the sand: Jules in a conservative one piece tried to dig in an umbrella. Some valiant knights came to her rescue, and helped put it up. She blushed red when they flirted with her. She couldn’t take the attention so I came in to help.

I touched each man on their arm, “Thank you so much for the help. This is my friend Jules. She’s a little shy, but she’ll loosen up with some ****.”

And that’s how we got our first cheap beers. But free drinks have a big issue: the guys who bring the free drinks tend to stick around. After a brief interaction with these guys, I knew they were the same quality as their beer. They could flirt with Jules, but I decided to leave our settlement and explore. Mandy joined me at the hip like always.

Our stroll took us past a few guys passing a football back and forth in the surf. No crazy physiques like the Greek God, but they seemed athletic enough. I walked up to the nearest, and asked if Mandy and I could join. The guy checked us out, and said, “Oh fuck yeah.”

So we joined their game, which Mandy and I couldn’t play for shit. But that helped with flirt with the big man who probably was a college football player. He was cute, and I was feeling the need to have someone in me. Plus it looked like he would be able to hold me easily.

My hands couldn’t catch the ball, but they could up this guy beneath the water, whenever I failed. My hands casually rubbed his cock through his swimsuit. I did it enough where he knew it wasn’t an accident. He got hard, and had to move to deeper water to hide his erection. It was tough for me to follow him, because I was so much shorter. I bobbed up and down treading water while he stood in the sand. Trying not to drown, I swam to him, and grabbed his hard cock. I asked, “Do you need help getting rid of this?”

His look asked me how I was going to do that. I pulled a condom out of my top. I said, “Get so your dick is out of the water. Put the condom on, then I’ll hop on and you can hold me. No one will know.”

He mov into the shallows so quickly. The guy was not subtle about pulling his hard dick out, and rolling the condom on. I had to tell him to turn around and not face the beach. The football sailed over his head and into the waves. He didn’t care—he was focused on the hot little Asian who wanted to be fucked in the ocean.

He came back to me, his hard cock poking up through the water. I climbed onto the front of his big body. He hugged me, as I held my bikini bottom in one hand, and tried to guide his cock in with the other. It wasn’t comfortable, but I got him inside me.

It wasn’t the experience I was expecting. Who knew fucking in water could be so dry. I should’ve brought lube. Luckily it didn’t take long for the guy to come. I squeezed tight as he tried to thrust into me, trying to get some enjoyment from it.

When I heard him groan in orgasm, I hopped off him, splashing into the water. Once I could feel the sand, I put my bottoms back on and swam to the shore. Ocean sex was a failure. I’d need to find another avenue to satisfaction. Mandy came out of the surf with me and asked, “How was it?”

I replied, “Waste of a condom. At least I have more saved up for today.” I patted my top which contained three more condoms.