As he stepped from the cabana and sunk his bare toes into the soft, cool sand he felt an invigorating sense of refreshment and ease. He'd needed this vacation... out of the country, away from work and family... completely alone. Alone... that concept rang through his head as he stared down the row of a dozen or so similar cabins comfortably spaced along the beachfront. Other than the few staffers manning the kitchen and maintaining the grounds, he only shared this out of the way oasis with one other guest, who he'd heard arrive by cab late last night, well after he had already retired. Not surprising though - after all, it was the off-season.
No one else seemed to share his "early to rise" habit, and his were the first footprints left in the sand as he walked along the shore, ushering out the tide as it slowly withdrew.
The bottle of tanning oil in his shorts pocket thumped against his
muscular thigh with every other step, echoing his steady cadence as he
put more and more distance between himself and the tiny "resort,"
stopping only to bend down and collect the occasional odd-looking
shell. Half an hour later, he could no longer see any trace of the
cabin as he glanced behind him, and the morning sun had just peeked
over the top of the hills looking down over the beach, warming his tan
skin.
He turned towards the sea and looked out at the sunlight
spilling across the swells and crests of the ever-present waves, deeply
breathing in the fresh Pacific air. It was then that he realized there
was absolutely no trace of civilization... he'd not passed one single
building, road, sign... even the small bit of litter that had washed up
along the shore back around the campgrounds was absent here. In a
word... alone. He couldn't resist the first thought that came to his
mind and a moment later he was stepping out of the shorts lying in a
loose pile around his ankles. The sun bounced off his naked flesh,
warming him instantly and as he turned to face towards it and the lush
hills over which it rose, he could feel a stirring between his thighs.
He'd always had a favorite comfort in the outdoors and was most
comfortable when he was enjoying it au natural. It had been quite some
time since he had last been able to appreciate this small fetish of
his, the married life severely limiting his time alone. But this
weekend was all about him, and he could think of no better way to kick
it off as he searched for a nice clear patch of fresh sand on which to
lie down. The wet, firm sand was cool against his bare ass and along
the back of his legs as he stretched out, leaning back on his elbows
and watching the gulls diving for their first meals of the day. His
shadow stretched out low before him, punctuated by an ever-rising
monolith, which leaned to and fro with each of his slow, steady
breaths. Directing his focus from the shadow-dance to the source, he
admired how very much thicker he seemed to get when he was outside in
the sunshine, his arousal heightened by the fact that this was
essentially a public place and the chance of being discovered, however
slim it seemed to be, was greater out here than when indoors. Even if
he were "caught" he didn't much care - he knew he'd most likely never
see anyone he met here ever again. Besides... this was his vacation.
With that thought, he brushed the dry sand from his palms and fished
the bottle of oil from his shorts. Opening the top, he passed it back
and forth under his nose, smelling the wonderful mixture of mango,
coconut and other tropical oils. This scent alone had always had an
aphrodisiacal effect on him, and he felt himself lurch as the scent
registered throughout his body. Leaning back on an elbow to watch, he
upended the bottle and slowly drizzled the viscous liquid along his arm
and chest, moaning as the warm fluid kissed his skin. He watched as it
trailed down his abs, pooled in his navel, then poured down his sides.
He shut his eyes tightly as the stream just licked the bobbing edge of
his head before he directed it down the top of one thigh, then slowly
up the other. Setting the bottle aside, he lay back and skillfully
massaged the oil methodically into his skin, taking time to knead out
the many tight spots here and there, but more than that, prolonging
that first touch that his cock so longed for. Tilting his head forward,
he watched as his member rose mast-like from the deck of his body,
straining for attention. His hands dipped between his thighs, tugging
and cupping at his warm, loose balls. He was surprised at how they
already mildly ached, but he smiled, knowing this was a sure sign of
huge impending release. Bringing his heels close to his buttocks and
spreading his thighs wide, he could no longer resist and let out a
loud, low moan as both hands wrapped around his base from either side
and began their first of many long, slow ascents. Squeezing his fingers
tightly around his engorged head, he stared fixatedly at the shiny drop
of clear fluid oozing out his tip before letting go completely and
laying his hands on top of his thighs as the pre-cum slowly drew a
trail down his purple crown. He repeated this process for several
minutes - creating a sensation of continuous exit by not applying any
downward strokes. Those were always more intense, and he much enjoyed
the mild build-up of these less sensitive upward strokes, grinning
mischievously as several more
drops of the sweet pre-cum leaked from his swollen, bulbous head.
Collecting some on the web between his thumb and forefinger, he brought
the freshest dollop to his mouth, wrapping his lips around the skin and
tasting himself. But as the sun beamed down with greater ferocity, he
knew he could not resist the temptation, that wonderful feeling only he
knew how to provide himself, any longer. Interlacing his fingers
together such that they lay against the opposite palm, he created a
tunnel around his throbbing cock, which like the rest of his body, was
now glistening in the bright sunlight. Closing the heels of his palms
together against the top of his shaft, he began a steady, rhythmic
thrusting of his hips. Crying out aloud, his voice drifted out across
the deserted beach and ocean, as the feeling he'd denied himself began
proliferating throughout his loins. He was now completely in his
element, all his attention focused on the incredible orgasm brewing up
from deep inside of him. The faint crackle of the leaves and underbrush
behind him never even registered as he thrust his ass against the cool
sand, pulling his thick cock from the slippery sleeve of his hands. His
moans were getting louder and louder now as the intensity increased,
his hips driving up and down wildly. Only the sound of the surf
crashing in on itself entered his consciousness, though he clearly saw
it as he watched the oily escapade unfold before him. The sound of his
balls slapping against his ass and thighs slowly diminished as they
tightened, preparing to launch their seed, and as they did, he knew
he'd already crossed the point of inevitability. Two incredible and
shocking things happened in the next instant. As he watched himself
masturbate and felt himself slipping into that surreal and
other-worldly state of orgasm, he realized there was a shadow along his
body that wasn't there before. His heart stopped for a moment, and he
glanced back over his shoulder. That's when he saw her... so beautiful
and yet so unexpected he momentarily froze. But as his eyes adjusted to
the sunlight (into which he was now staring) he instantly knew that no
longer being alone wasn't such a bad thing. She was absolutely radiant,
the sun spilling out behind her tone and slender frame. She wore a
brightly colored floral print bikini top and a white gauze sarong tied
around her waist, billowing in the slight breeze. She was kneeling on
one knee, perched on the heel of her foot, while her other leg was
extended completely, stretched out towards him. As his eyes traveled
her long, tan leg, he noticed the matching thong wrapped around her
ankle. It was only at that moment that he realized she was doing much
more than just watching. She seemed either not to have noticed or not
to have cared that he'd discovered her, for her fingers were pulsing
wildly against her sex, her half-opened eyes dark and smoky in their
lust. Her full lips were wet and parted and now he could hear her
panting over her clenched teeth. As he gazed into her deep eyes, he
felt his own hands returning to their former rhythm and could scarcely
believe what he was doing. His eyes left her lust-worn face and drifted
down her tiny frame to focus on her own self-ministrations. Her fingers
glistened as wetly as his own, though from a completely different
essence, which the same breeze playing with the loose ends of her beach
dress now wafted toward him, her scent intoxicating. Another low moan
escaped his lips before he could check it and this seemed to signal her
to do the same. She cried out as her orgasm overtook her and her
fingers kept pressing... circling... gyrating. She screamed out as he
noticed the heel of her outstretched leg carving a smooth arc in the
sand as her intense orgasm drew her thighs uncontrollably closer. Her
other hand clenched a pert breast and he could tell she was pinching
her nipple between her ring and middle fingers. The ground beneath her
seemed to quake as she leaned further and further forward... curling in
on herself in the throes of her come. Come? Yes, that's right...
so engrossed in the scene before him, he'd not only forgotten about
what he was doing, but he seemed to have completely missed the
locomotive event as it rumbled through him. Gobs of pearly white liquid
were scattered across his torso, pooling in the indentations of his
abs... streaming thickly down the sides of his oily pecs. His hands
were still pumping, and as his attention returned to himself and the
wonderful sight of his fresh, self-induced come, his second orgasm
caught up to him and thundered through him, releasing another wave of
fluid from his thick, veiny cock. He screamed out as he felt his tender
balls clench tight and, like her, he curled in on himself as the spasms
overtook him. Spent and, for the moment, completely satisfied, he
opened his eyes to see her settling alongside him, tracing her finger
through the many puddles along his chest, occasionally bringing the tip
of her finger to her lips, rubbing his seed along their pouty surface.
She brought them, freshly coated and dripping, to his own and pressed
them tightly against his, kissing him deep and long. When she pulled
back and looked into his eyes, her smile echoed the message of her
voice.... "I'm so happy to find out that I'm not alone here after
all... when I arrived last night, I thought it was just me and the
three natives!" His own smile carried the same message without words,
so he spoke the only thing that made any sense right then... "Bath?"
She laughed, and together they stood and walked out into the Pacific,
her remaining clothing shed in a line pointing towards a bright and
pleasurable future.
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