Lover's Beach - Sex Stories

Lover's Beach

The temperature was perfect! My hand leisurely slid over my not-so-flat stomach as I began to coat my body with sunscreen. The breeze lightly blew warm tendrils all over my body, increasing the electric pulse that I could feel building deep within me. For the third time that morning I stole a glance at him. He lay on a lounge chair, face up, with a straw hat covering his face. His body was gorgeous! I could only hope that his face was equally so. I couldn't help that my eyes kept wandering to the bulge in his swim trunks. Every time my eyes landed on his bulge I quickly looked away, feeling me cheeks heat up. I was on vacation. I was on vacation. That was the mantra I repeated to myself over and over again. My mystery man did help to keep my mind on the lighter things in life, but I couldn't keep my mind from dwelling on my failed marriage. This trip was supposed to help us. We were supposed to spend extra time together on this trip doing fun things together. Instead, my husband was upstairs. In the condo. Doing work. My eyes panned over the people on the beach. There were families and couples scattered in various places all over the beach. Some with coolers, umbrellas, and blankets. They had come prepared to spend the day playing in the warm waters in the Gulf of California, spending time with those that they hold dear. My eyes began to tear up a little as a feeling of loneliness washed over me. This vacation was not turning out how I had thought it would. “Would you like a ...

... drink?” I looked up to see where that voice, with a slight accent that I couldn't place, came from. I was surprised to see my mystery man holding out a soda can. I was stunned and all I could do was take the can while slowly nodding my head in acquiescence. “Are you here alone, pretty lady?” “Yes. I mean no!” I couldn't help it. My mouth spoke what I felt. I was certainly alone on the beach. The mystery man began to look around. “Who are you here with?” “I mean. I am alone right now. I’m here on vacation with my husband, but he’s in the condo doing business.” My mystery man seemed to pause for a moment while he digested what I said. Then a slow smile crept onto his sexy face. Ugh! Why was he so gorgeous? “My name is Jairo Carrillo.” He stuck out his hand and I marveled at the way his name rolled off his lips. Oh, his lips! I felt my clit throb a little. “I’m Jessica.” That’s it. That’s all I was able to get out. “Jessica, would you like to cool off in the water?” He held out his hand and I immediately accepted his offer. Soon my large breasts were gently floating in the water as Jairo held my hands. “Tell me, Jessica, why did I find you so sad on this beautiful day?” As he spoke he pulled me in closer, his hands lightly resting on my hips. He made it very hard to concentrate on my answer. I was distracted by the way the waves licked at his broad, muscular chest. Even with the smell of seawater all around us I could still smell his husky scent. “I don’t want to bore you with ...