Steamy Shores - Sex Stories

Steamy Shores

... gripping him tightly as pleasure rippled through my body. As he continued to thrust, the waves crashed against our bodies, making it difficult to maintain our balance.

My cheeks flushed as I got lost in the warmth spreading from my core, pulsating through my veins. The ocean waves crashing against the shore drowned out our moans, and we didn't give a damn if anyone saw us.

Looking into his rich brown eyes, I surrendered myself, teething on the edge. And then, in an instant, it was all over.

A gigantic wave crashed over us, and I tumbled helplessly in the churning water. My body was tossed and turned, disoriented by the force of the wave. The water was filling my lungs, making it impossible to breathe.

Finally, I managed to regain my footing and swim towards the surface, gasping for air. The salty water stung my eyes as I struggled to get out and onto the safety of the shore. Strong arms reached out to pull me onto the beach, and I collapsed, coughing and gasping for breath.

Sir was standing over me, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?"

I noticed he was still wearing his swim trunks, but my bikini bottoms had been ripped off by the force of the wave.

"Yeah," I said as I sat up. "But I lost my thongs."

Sir looked down at me, his expression shifting from concern to amusement. "Well, it looks like the ocean decided it wanted a souvenir," he chuckled.

"That's not funny!"

"You're right," he said, turning to the ocean to search for any sign ...

... of the missing bikini bottoms.

As he scanned the water, he spotted them and went in to retrieve them. He handed them back to me, dripping wet. I looked around, making sure no one was watching, and quickly slipped the wet thongs back on.

"Thanks," I muttered.

Sir offered me his hand to help me up from the sand, and I took it. As we walked back to our beach towels, I felt a burning sensation between my legs. It was a similar sensation to have sand in your eyes, except it was in my pussy.

"I need to shower," I said, feeling uncomfortable.

Sir nodded, leading me to the showers on the beach. I quickly rinsed off the sand and saltwater from my skin, but to remove it from my labia, I needed a more thorough cleanse. And just as I was about to reach under my bikini bottoms, a middle-aged couple showed up at the showers.

I decided to wait until they left before continuing with my cleansing. They took their sweet time showering and chatting, oblivious to my discomfort.

After they had finally left, I quickly resumed my cleansing, ensuring that I thoroughly cleaned my labia to remove any remaining sand. But the stinging sensation remained, so I pushed my fingers into my pussy, trying to soothe the irritation and get the damn sand out.

As I turned around to look at Sir, wanting to tell him it still hurt, I noticed the man from the couple standing nearby, watching me intently. He probably thought I was masturbating. And Sir was nowhere to be seen! Feeling embarrassed, ...