Stranger

The sun was high and hot in the sky and I happily wriggled my toes in the sand. At least a dozen guys had paused to check me out as they walked past, their attention arrested by my blonde hair and fair skin and my tremendous tits, which swelled against the thin fabric of my swimsuit. A deeply tanned teenage boy even showed half a boner through his trunks as he watched me lean forward for the suntan oil. Poor baby, I thought to myself, and wondered if maybe he'd like to smooth the oil on my skin. No, he was too young, too excited. He'd lose his load in his pants if I so much as spoke to him.

Oh, I was feeling very full of myself today, wasn't I! I’d stopped at a **** store before leaving and giggled as I bought a variety of condoms and lubes and oils, confident that by the time the weekend was over I would find use for them.

And I was hungry, hungry for a man, a man I could play with and tease and **** until he begged for it. Men kept looking at me, and I looked back, and it was always the men who looked away first. They sensed that they were the prey, and none approached me. When the time came, I'd make the first move. And second, and the third, until the poor guy was writhing under my touch and willing to do whatever in the world I wanted.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was cool in the shade but my pussy was warm and I couldn't help crossing and re-crossing my legs. I thought about taking a dip in the ocean, but I was enjoying this sensation, of being just on the edge of acting out on my impulses. I could wander into the surf, swim up to some man, let my hands wander beneath the waves and feel his penis rise to my touch. I knew I could fuck any man I wanted just by going up to him and touching him, speaking his name. He'd be able to smell the lust on me, and whoever he was, he wouldn't be able to resist.

A man came into my field of vision, and I kept my eyes on him. I'd seem him before, sitting in a group just a few yards away. Tall, broad-shouldered, his skin glistening from the surf. He ran his fingers through his slick brown hair and grinned. He had a cute smile, and as I watched him walk over to his friends he said something and they all laughed. So he had a sense of humour...I liked that. I liked that very much.

He towelled off and took a seat that faced me at an angle. He picked up a book, dug his toes into the sand, and started reading. I watched him, watched the calm expression on his face as he read, and I felt a sudden urge to learn what his face was like when he wasn't so calm. Like when he was ejaculating all over my breasts as I furiously masturbated him with oil-slick hands...

I wanted him. I wanted him and I would have him. I made up my mind on the spot. I would have him in my hands, in my mouth, in my pussy, and once I had him totally under my spell I would indulge myself and make him do anything and everything I wanted.

I stared at him from behind my sunglasses. His head was tilted down...but I had the strange feeling that he was staring back at me. I couldn't see his eyes, but as I watched I noticed that he wasn't turning the pages of his book. Was he staring at me? What a naughty boy. Very naughty. Looking at me like that. Maybe when I got him alone I'd strip him and move behind him and jack him off from the rear, denying him the sight of my luscious body as my fingers moved up and down his cock..

I felt an overwhelming need to touch myself. My nipples tightened beneath my suit. I had to do something, right now. But he wasn't alone--a half-dozen of his friends, both men and women, were lounging around next to him.

I stood, adjusted the straining elastic of my bathing suit top, and reached in my bag for a cigarette. Normally I liked one AFTER sex, but maybe I'd have one after I walked down the beach to the rest-rooms and diddled myself to orgasm. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to come.

I lit my cigarette and looked at the man sitting and reading. I was convinced he was staring at me, even as he seemed engrossed in his book. I leaned over, giving him a great view of my breasts. No reaction. I tossed my lighter in my bag, turned slowly, and headed down the beach to the restrooms.

I blew a plume of smoke into the air and sighed. I wanted sex, and this would be a poor substitute. But without this release I was liable to attack some poor boy and leave him a quivering wreck smeared with his own semen. Maybe two boys. Maybe three. Mmm, three at the same time, yes, that might be enough to satisfy me, one in my pussy, one in my mouth, and one in my ass, three hard cocks shivering and straining as I made each of them capitulate...

"Excuse me, are you headed for the rest rooms?" a man's voice asked.

I whirled so quickly I nearly fell down. The man who had been reading was standing next to my. He was a bit taller than my, and I liked that. I liked his strong legs, his full lips. I liked the way he was looking at my.

"I was, yes," I admitted.

He shook his head. "That's much too far. The house we rented is just of the beach. Come with me."

He took me by the hand and led me toward the wooden steps leading off the beach. He didn't ask me if I wanted to use the bathroom in his house. He didn't offer. He just took my hand and led me as if I was on a leash. My legs felt weak. My pussy was on fire.

He didn't say anything as they walked, nor did I. I took a few nervous puffs on my cigarette and noticed that he watched me as I smoked, as if he liked watching me. I tossed the butt in a trash can and he gently helped me up the steps. Their house was indeed the first one right off the beach, a chalet-style place with a huge peaked roof and a wide deck extending from the second floor.

What was he going to do with me? Take my inside and fuck me? Oh, that would be glorious, exactly what I wanted. Just the thought of him ploughing me while lying on cool white tiles nearly made my faint. Five minutes before I'd been thinking about how easy it would be to lure some silly man into my web. Now some man I didn't know was leading me by the hand into...what? I didn't care. I was under a spell and I was powerless to resist him.

"I'm sorry, before you go in you'll have to wash the sand off."

"That's fine," I rasped, my throat dry with anticipation. He unlatched the door and held it open. I walked inside...

And he walked in behind me. Closing and latching the door tight.

The stall was big enough for one person to shower comfortably. For two people, especially two tall people, it was a tight fit. I was facing away from him, toward the shower head, and he reached around me to turn on the spray. He pressed close against me as he twisted the lever and his chest pressed against my back. I leaned my head back and let the water cascade across my face.

He reached up and smoothed my hair out of my eyes. "You're covered in sand," he said, his voice impossibly calm, and his hands rose to my shoulders then moved down the length of my arms. I was powerless now, I couldn't move, but I didn't need to because the man could apparently read my mind. I wanted him to strip off my swimsuit, to free my breasts, and in that instant he slipped fingers under the straps and pulled them off my shoulders. He eased them down my arms and my straining breasts bounced free, settling into his warm, waiting palms.

"You have sand all over you," he said again, and I wiggled my hips as he gently tugged my swimsuit down around my ankles. He went down on his knees and help me step out of my suit, and as he rose to his feet I felt his tongue touch my skin at the back of my thigh and trace a line up my buttocks, to the small of my back, ending at the nape of my neck.

"Oh my God," I moaned. I tried to turn around to kiss him and thrust my hands into his groin, but he blocked me with his chest and **** me to face away. He was still wearing his trunks and the fact that I couldn't see and touch his penis drove me half-mad. "Hand me that bottle," he said softly, and I reached out with trembling hands for a bottle of clear pink body wash. "Oh my God," I moaned again as he cracked open the bottle, tipped it over my breasts, and squeezed out a huge amount of the viscous, fragrant liquid.

He set the bottle down and used both hands to work it into a sweet-smelling froth that covered my breasts and shoulders. I spread my legs wide and braced myself against the walls of the stall as his strong, confident hands roamed all over my body. He didn't miss an inch--he caressed my shoulders, my neck, my thighs, my stomach, and then he went down on his knees again and rubbed my calves and ankles.

He stood up behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see him pulling the cord of his trunks and quickly pulling them down. He was wondrously erect, his penis not especially long but quite thick and beautiful,. I spread my legs wide, knowing that he was finally going to impale me with that gorgeous cock and I'd come five seconds.

He didn't mount me. Instead he poured more of the body wash on his hands and turned his full, loving attention on my breasts. "Oh my God," I moaned again, wishing I could think of something else to say but nothing else seemed appropriate. His chin rested on my shoulder and he leaned forward and gently kissed my earlobe. He kissed and nibbled at me as his slippery fingers tenderly caressed my erect nipples.

"You were teasing me down at the beach, weren't you?" he whispered into my ear.

"Yes!"

"Teasing me. Flashing these gorgeous tits at me. Making me want to touch them. Need to touch them. Weren't you?"

"Yes..."

His hands cupped my breasts and his fingers went wild over my nipples, tweaking and stroking them until I was half-crazed with need. There was a small bench against the side wall and I rested my left leg on it, opening myself to him.

"You can fuck me if you want," I said.

"Oh, I know that."

I tried to twist away from him but he was stronger than my and slippery as I was he held my fast. "Please fuck me," I moaned. "I want you to fuck me."

"I know you want me to fuck you. I knew you wanted to be fucked down at the beach. That's why I brought you to mine."

"To fuck me?" I said hopefully.

"No. To do this."

His lips moved from my earlobe to my neck, and his right hand slowly, slowly, slowly moved from my breast to my stomach. "Oh yes, oh yes," I whimpered as his fingers descended to my screaming pussy. And then, oh God, his foamy fingers touched my vagina. I pulled my hips forward as he let his fingers explore me. He didn't shove them inside me--instead he let them run up and down my furrow, moistening them with my juices before they slid up to fondle the burning rosebud of my clitoris.

His fingers moved in slow circles around my clit, and just like that I was close to orgasm. I desperately reached back and tried to grab his cock, but he pressed himself against my buttocks and denied me the pleasure of fondling him. He turned me away from the spray and crowded me even more, forcing me into the corner and effectively pinning me against the wall.

All the while he caressed my breasts and my pussy. "Please fuck me," I begged.

"No." he said, so terribly calm.

"Please," I cried.

"No." He released my breasts, grabbed the body wash, and I heard a loud SPLOOOGE behind me. He kept diddling my as he soaped my back and my ass, to which he now paid special attention.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" I panted.

"Of course I do," he said--and pressed his erection against the small of my back as proof."

"Oh my God," I said--again, before I moaned, "Then do it, put your cock inside me, please."

He said nothing for a few seconds, seconds he spent dancing his fingertips around my buttocks, his teasing fingers growing closer and closer to my tender opening.

His index finger slowly, but insistently, penetrated my ass. I moaned, squirmed, writhed, but he held me tight and wouldn't be denied. A finger of his right hand suddenly slipped inside my pussy and I started losing control. He started fingering my ass and my pussy.

"Do you want to come, I?" he asked.

"I want you to fuck me!"

He **** his finger deep inside my ass. "Do you want to come?"

"Yes!!" I sobbed. "But I want you to fuck me first!"

He pressed himself against the small of my back, pulled his finger out of my pussy, and starting stroking my clitoris.

My orgasm overwhelmed me. I didn't moan--I screamed. SCREAMED, so loud I thought everyone would be able to hear my down at the beach. His touch was so soft but so SURE, he kept giving my pleasure until I was gasping and trembling and nearly nauseous from the exertion. And when I was done, he carefully removed his fingers from my distended orifices, and gently turned me into the spray.

It was a good two minutes before I finally had my wits about me, the echoes of my climax still thrummed inside me.