Chanel and Ethan 28 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 28

... catch one, it's on. My toes an inch from the back, I paddle into the potential wave. Looking over my shoulder, I see it climbing higher, so I push faster. When I feel it snag my board, pushing me, I grip the rails and pop myself up. Keeping my knees bent, I maintain my balance, and I'm flying. There's no other feeling in the world like riding a wave. The wind in my face, a wall of water at my left, curving around, trying to consume me. I bend my knees a little further, trying to steer the board, then dip my fingers into the curling wall, the cool water rushing past me. I see the wave about to connect at the end and poise myself for maximum speed. I make it out right before it can swallow me, then glide along the flattening water. "WOO!" I scream, and can see my friends in the distance cheering for me before I lean back and drop into the water, my ankle strap still attached to my board. God, I feel alive, free, invincible. I want to go again, so I do. The hours burn with the daylight, and we surf our fucking faces off. Ethan's really good, too, I'm impressed, and also kind of turned on. Eventually he and I ditch our boards and shirts, setting out to walk the beach. We round a cove finding a private little beach, and the moment we're out of view, Ethan reaches for me. "Come here," he says, wrapping his arms around me. I grab his biceps, looking up at him. "You are..." Ethan starts, shaking his head. "I'm what?" "Crazy," he says, and I laugh. "What compels you to call me ...

... crazy?" "The fact that you're crazy." "You like it," I joke. "I might," Ethan says, and picks me up like nothing. He starts walking, putting his mouth to my ear. "What are you doing to me?" he asks, walking into the water. "What do you mean?" I ask when we're waist deep, my legs wrapped around him. "I think you're making me crazy right along with you," he says, and kisses me. Ethan sure has a cute way of trying to tell me how he feels. I kiss him back and gently thrust my cunt against his stomach, the ocean water licking at our skin. His arms get tighter around me, his chest pressing against mine as the water comes up to my shoulders. I open my mouth to deepen the kiss, using the heels of my feet to push him closer. The ocean, the clean air and the buttery sunshine are intoxicating. Watching Ethan surf, capable and competent, and now being intimate with him is enough to flip my switch. "I want you," I say sweetly, and he grins that cocky smile, the one reserved just for times like this; me telling him I want more. "You're insatiable." "Would you rather I want someone else?" I ask, and he looks at me like I'm stupid. "No," he says firmly, grabs my head and kisses me. His obvious disinterest at the idea makes me happy. Sometimes I feel naughty when I start to think about how much I truly adore Ethan. Like I shouldn't like him this much, not yet. I'm not doodling hearts around his last name or anything, but he's definitely the only guy I'm seeing, public or not, and I don't want to ...