Anna Maria Island (8 page)

"I spend part of most days
nude on the deck." I wanted him to know this. "Sometimes I dream of
what we just did," I sighed. The urge to tell him about things I craved
came from some deep burning well. "I wanted to suck you on the beach. I
didn't care if someone saw us."

"Why didn't you?"

"I was afraid you would think
I was some nasty slut gone wild."

He lay on the bed and stretched out
his lean frame. He turned on his side, his arm crooked to hold his head.
"I think you are amazing. I wondered about you....why you were sounding
distant." His voice trailed off.

I was on my side facing him.
"I need time away, to recharge." I smiled at him and felt
surprisingly at ease disclosing my feelings. He seemed to understand. He seemed
confident and relaxed. I reached down and held his soft cock. I cradled it in
my hand and felt its weight. "I dream about this. Wouldn't it be wild to
fuck on the beach?" My thoughts drifted off. We both reflected on the prospects.

"Am I nasty? You know, I'm
surprised how wild we are." A wicked look crossed my face. I felt a stream
of come drip along the back of my thigh. I rolled more to my front; the drops
inched along the crease on the front of my crotch. A few streaks dripped down
from my labia and fell to the bed.

"Yeah, you are nasty." He
touched my nipple as he said it. He pinched and twisted it, and I pinched the
tip of his cock in return.

"I think you're going to fuck
me a lot this summer. We'll try new things." I announced this as I gently
pulled the tip of his cock with my finger tips. The tip was wet and slippery.
"You want that, too?"

"Yes." He looked at me
intensely. "Oh, this is unbelievable," he whispered and lay back flat
on the bed.

"You thirsty?" I asked.
"Let's go get something." I rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up.

"I need to use the
bathroom," he announced.

"Meet me in the kitchen. I
need to clean up."

He rose from the bed. His tan
contrasted with his pale ass cheeks. I noticed again how fit he was. He cock
swayed heavily as he left the bedroom for the bath down the hall. I heard the
sound of a strong stream of  pee from the adjoining bathroom. I rose and went
to the bath off our bedroom. In the bath, I wet a face cloth and washed my
thighs and pussy. His come was still flowing.

In the closet I got a pair of heels
and wondered if I should wear nothing else. I knew there were sexy thongs in my
dresser. I selected a white silk thong, more a g-string than a thong, and
pulled it on. It felt a bit strange wearing one having gone without
undergarments for weeks. The soft silk felt smooth against my bare lips. I
thought it would keep me from dripping. I then pulled down the white tank top.
In heels, I went through the house to the kitchen.

He was standing nude near the doors
to the deck. He whistled softly as I entered carrying a pair of his shorts. I
moved close to him and tossed his shorts on the counter. It was clear I was not
offering them to him to put back on.

"Beer? Margarita?" I
asked.

"Beer sounds great."

I grabbed two from the fridge and
opened them. I handed him his and we clicked bottles as we drank. The cold beer
tasted great. It mingled with the taste of come lingering in my mouth.

"So, how do I look?" I
asked. I stretched out my arms and slowly spun in an exaggerated pirouette. My
deep tan contrasted with the tight white top and g-string.

"Like a sun goddess," he
said, without a hint of mocking.

”Like a freshly fucked sun goddess,
to be technically correct," I said with blatant honesty.

"I agree!" He laughed and
drank more of his beer. I liked that he played and teased back with me.

We finished the beers on the deck
and then walked out into the gardens. From there we decided to go out for
dinner. The evening was settling in, and the sky was streaked with pink hues.
We went back in and dressed for a nice dinner. I wore a sexy black cocktail
dress, and he wore slacks and a shirt. We enjoyed a long dinner and seemed more
relaxed than the tourists who talked too loud about their times on the shore.

We got home late and went to bed.
Both of us were exhausted. I fell asleep in his arms. Spooning, his warm cock
on my ass, I drifted into a deep sleep. We slept until late morning.

After breakfast, we returned to the
beach. I wore another bikini nearly as sexy as the white one. I wore the blue
mini skirt and a sexy top. At our spot on the beach, we relaxed and swam, and
let the day slide by. People strolled along the beach like they had on
Saturday. Being Sunday, the beach started to empty in mid-afternoon as people
returned to the city.

"Let's see where this
goes," I said suddenly. A pang of fear crossed my thoughts. Would we get
caught? Would people see? Would scandal sweep the kingdom? I moved to look up
and down the beach and stood next to him. He remained on the towel and gazed up
at me. I felt his hand on my leg. I put on the skirt and wiggled off the bikini
bottom. I found the tank top and slid it on as I undid the bikini top. It felt
good to have them off.

I sat back on the towel and pressed
my backside into him. I felt his thinly covered hot cock on my bare ass cheeks.
I knew it was a dangerous game. I knew I'd want more of this. I felt myself
slipping and my self-control evaporating.

"Enter me," I said,
knowing he could lower his shorts and slip in. I wiggled my ass and felt his
cock flip as my ass cheeks brushed his shaft. His hand stroked my arm.
"Mmmm, feels good," I purred. "Your kingdom isn't
watching."

I turned and moved into his
embrace. I kissed his ear. I pressed my breasts to his hot chest and his hand
stroked down my back to my ass. "You're dangerous, my king."

He reached for his shirt to cover
our coupling. "You don't need that," I said and turned back over to
welcome his cock. He entered me. I had massaged cherry oil on my cunt before we
left for the beach. I didn't need the extra lubrication, but, with it, I was as
slippery as an overripe peach.

Both of us knew what was next. I
wiggled as he went deeper, and I kissed his hand that pulled my hair from my
face. He held me tight, pulling me hard to his body. I felt his breath as he
kissed my ear. His tongue slipped along wetting me there. I felt powerful and
fearless. "I think it's time for round two, my king."

I slipped off his cock and turned
to face him. I noticed no one was nearby. I kissed down his neck and chest. By
the time I reached his waist, his cock was rock hard and peeking from the
waistband of his shorts. I curled on my side to bring my head to his cock. He
tasted of salt, cherry oil and cream. His cock felt fantastic as I took him as deep
as I could. I held the base to steady us and brought him deeper. Any farther
would make me gag. I slowly slipped off. With my other hand, I felt the wet
slash of my silky slit between my legs. I was soaked. Some was certainly his
cock, some the oil, but much was my excitement of doing this in public.

I groaned as I went down on his
cock. He was rocking his hips in sync with my bobbing head. I felt the deep
urge to please him. The position was awkward, and I shifted to create a better
base in the sand beneath the towel. The position and height were better. I
pulled up my top and drew him close. His cocked throbbed at my face and I
snuggled into his pubes. His balls were tight and full and irresistible. The
front of his shorts was pulled down. The back still covered his ass. I licked
and sucked his cock and balls in turn. My tits pressed to his thighs. He
sprawled on his side, legs spread, as he watched me. I moved up from his heavy
balls, gazed into his eyes, and took his cock into my mouth.

He tensed and said, "Someone
is coming." I stopped and covered myself and sat up to see. A couple was
at the water and must have seen us. They hung there for a bit and moved on. I
saw him, then her, look back. My husband was curled on his side, his cock still
exposed. From their vantage point, the couple could not see that. But, unless
they were blind, both saw my dark nipples under the damp top. "So
what?" I thought.

As they moved away, I lay back on
my spot. I held his hips and pulled him forward. He responded, knowing what I
wanted. He held my head with both hands, his fingers entwined in my hair. He
began to fuck my hot mouth. I moaned with pleasure. I moved my hands to the
base of his wet cock. I held the short length of him that I could not take in
and let him thrust into me. He was careful. His thrusts were strong and deep,
but I knew he was holding back. I slipped one hand from the base of his cock
and cupped his balls. I tugged and teased them as he rocked back and forth. My
saliva coated his shaft and wet his balls. My fingers were wet, and I rubbed
back behind his sack. I felt his hot, slick anus. I slipped a finger in and
immediately felt his cock quiver in my willing mouth. Using my finger, I pulled
him deeper and increased the tempo of his strokes. My finger slipped deeper,
past my knuckle. I gently pulled it outward then pressed inward with his
strokes. He rocked backwards, and I leaned back letting his cock fall from my
mouth. My finger remained in his ass, his balls cupped in the palm of my hand.
I wiggled my finger, probing him. "You like that?" I asked in a
hoarse voice.

"Oh, jeez!" he exclaimed.
“It's too good."

"I wonder if she'll do her
guy," I asked about the couple who saw us.

"I'm sure he'd love it,"
he said, as he squeezed the base of his cock. His shaft flared with excitement.

I sat upright on the towel. My hair
was mussed. My lips were swollen, and my face was wet and flushed. The cherry
oil added a sweet burn at the back of my throat. Some drops of saliva streaked
my tank top over my breasts. My nipples were hard and pointy. I looked up and
down the beach. I tugged at my short skirt trying to cover my bare ass.

"My king," I said.
"I think you know...uh...well...some people have been watching us."

"Yeah?" he asked somewhat
uncertainly.

"Did you see the couple near
the water? Well, another two are up near the dunes."

"I saw the two at the water.
Could they see you were naked? I think they may have seen your hot ass."
He looked up to the dunes where a couple sat looking out to sea.

"Yeah, he was watching. And
she saw, too. I think my bare ass was visible." I rubbed my knees and
looked at my king. He looked uncertain. I knew I'd have to take the lead if
anything more were to happen. He seemed oddly shy. "Look what you do to
me," I said as I pulled my short skirt up so that the hem was above my
waist. My legs were spread a bit. My thighs were soft and smooth. My mound was
swollen. Not a wisp of soft hair was above my slit. My slick crease was like a
short arrow pointing to heaven. "Touch me."

He slipped a finger inside. The
walls of my cunt were so slippery and soft. I squeezed and he felt the strength
I had developed. He slipped in a second finger. The cherry oil had some
ingredient that heightened the burning. It lingered and felt great.

His fingers slipped to my inner
thigh and I noticed the wet streaks on my tanned skin. His fingers pressed my
legs to open wider, and then went straight to my very engorged labia. I had not
needed the oils. I was dripping wet, hot and slippery. He touched along my slit
and explored my swollen lips. I burned as his fingers went back inside. My king
knew the mysteries of women.

No one was within hearing distance.
"I want you to fuck my mouth. Fuck it like you fucked my cunt yesterday.
My king, come in my mouth if you want." My lusty crudeness excited me as
much as it did him. He wiggled his thick cock. I lay back on the towel. He
slapped his cock across my face. He knew he didn't have to be gentle. He
smeared his cock on my cheeks, across my eyebrows. His precome streaked my
already wet face. The couple on the dune must have seen me fall back to my
position.

He squeezed the base of his cock.
His grip was tight. I watched transfixed as his cock throbbed. The tip was
flared and purple with a large clear thick droplet at the slit. My finger
massaged into his hot asshole, and I pressed upwards under his balls. Looking
up at him, mouth open, I awaited his pleasure. I had no cares of the couple on
the dune. If anything, the idea of them watching excited me.

He gripped my head and thrust into
my mouth. I relaxed my throat and he went deeper than any man had. I felt his
balls graze my chin. I struggled not to gag, and he pulled out, only to thrust
back in. I fingered his ass as he fucked me. He fucked wildly now and used my
mouth like I wanted him to.

His first explosion was when he was
deep. Hot cream flooded my throat. Some I swallowed; some splashed in my mouth.
I pulled back reflexively. A thick stream hit my face and dripped on my nose,
cheeks, and chin. I opened my mouth, and he placed his cock on my tongue. More
cream flooded my mouth. I let my lips seal softly around his shaft. He stroked
his cock as I held the tip in my mouth. More hot cream, in smaller spurts,
poured into me. I held him there until he was exhausted. He pulled off and was
breathing heavily as he curled on his side. I swallowed as he pulled up his
shorts and sat up next to me.

"That was amazing," I
said, as I collected fingerfulls of his come from my face. I smiled at him as I
ate it from my fingers. He looked dazed.

"You are absolutely
incredible!" he exclaimed. "Are all girls in your kingdom like
this?"

I laughed. "This one is."
I reported this factually, and he knew I was serious. "You bring out the
nasty in me. You wanna try the other girls?" I looked up to the dune. The
woman gazed off to suggest she did not see.

"No, no, no," he
declared. "That would topple my reign."

We sat on the towel. Wet splashes
streaked my top. I looked around. The couple on the dune had not moved. "I
need to rinse off." I stood, taking care to show my king that I had not
replaced my bikini bottom. I ran down to the water with my blue skirt flying
and breasts jiggling under my top. I dove in and swam out. He followed. We swam
and floated out past the breaking waves. I rinsed my top and hair. I rinsed my
mouth. The sea water overpowered the taste of sex.