Out of the Blue, Part 2. - Sex Stories

Out of the Blue, Part 2.

... her and we kissed. “You’re terrible! We can’t do it here, we will get caught.” “We should be okay, we will hear any car arriving,” I said, not really caring either way, I was so horny. It was very early spring, so the only people coming to the beach would be those wanting to walk, and this was the wrong place on the beach to come for walking. There were some surfers out in the water, but they were a good 500 metres down the beach, so not really able to see much that was going on. I slipped my hand back between her legs and ran my fingers up and down that gorgeous slit again. Soon she relaxed and lifted her knees up and spread them wide. With one hand I undid the buttons holding her skirt together and laid it flat on the blanket, leaving her naked below the waist. I don’t think she even noticed that I had exposed her; she didn’t react anyway. I kept working at her, fingering her hole and ass with one hand, whilst applying pressure on her mound and flicking her clit with the other hand. When I had her moaning and arching her back, I stopped and undid the buttons on her blouse, then lifted her slightly, undid her bra and lifted it up freeing those wonderful tits. One hand went back to her pouting pussy, the other I used to tease her nipples hard. I had my wish, picture her, effectively naked, on a bank above a beautiful surf beach in the early spring sunshine. Shit life is good sometimes. When I sensed she was not far off cumming, I took one of her hands and moved it down to ...

... her mound, then pushed her fingers into her slit. She tried to resist, I knew she would be embarrassed to play with herself in front of me, but I used my hand to work her fingers around her soaked pussy. Once she settled into pleasuring herself, I let go and sat up, pulling my shorts and boxers down to my knees. I sat there watching for a couple of minutes, working on her nipples one hand and taking in this beautiful picture, whilst I gave my cock some attention with my other hand. I looked up and down the beach, there was no one on it and the half dozen surfers did not seem to be aware of us at all. Racheal was flat on her back, her legs were wide apart and she was working her fingers in and around her wide open pussy. I noticed her other hand was up at her mouth and she was lightly biting on her knuckles, with a nervous but blissful look on her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut. I leant over and kissed her, then murmured in her ear, “Look at me.” She opened her eyes and looked into mine. I kissed her again and then moved down and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, and then needing it with my lips and tongue. I moved a hand down and pushed it past hers and started fingering her, first with one finger, then two. I would kiss her again, looking into her eyes, then move to her breasts again. I upped the pace with my fingers and really started thrusting them in and out. Her hips were bucking against my hand now. She kept lifting her head to watch what I was doing, but would ...