As we walk along the beach, hand in hand, we are lost in our thoughts, it is warm but not too hot, the sound of the surf caressing our ears as we walk slowly, sometimes our feet in the water, sometimes not, passing other walkers who also seem lost in their thoughts.
The Chesapeake is unusually quiet tonight; only the dolphins swimming into the bay break the quiet sheen of the water. Soon we reach the edge of the public beach and enter the beach that fronts Sea Shores State Park. Now we are the only ones walking along the beach and instead of holding hands we have an arm around each other. We are no longer quiet, lost in thought but talking softly, enjoying our small talk, basking in the warmth of our emotions.
The sun is sinking in the west at our backs and we are looking for a quiet secluded spot where we can stop for a while. Out anxiety is heightened as the evening is proceeding much as planned. For we did not just set out for a quiet walk but to indulge our desire to make love on the open beach, under the setting sun and the stars and moon. Our passions are fed by our plans for the evening.
Our hotel room looks out over the beach from high up the hotel, the seventh floor to be exact the top floor. We have a private balcony that we have enjoyed since we arrived early this morning. We had driven all night to arrive and since we were tired we sat out on the balcony where the faint murmur of the waves, the call of the gulls and the sounds of people on the beach drifted up to us. Soon, too tired to sit and talk we pulled a mattress off the spare bed onto the balcony and having changed into looser more casual clothing we fell asleep on the balcony. How long did we sleep? I'm not sure but we were rested and we woke at much the same time. We looked into each other's eyes, kissed and started making out there on the balcony, stopping when we heard people on neighboring balconies.
I looked into your smiling eyes then reaching for you, we kissed softly. Lying side by side I began caressing your breast, realizing quickly that you were not wearing a bra under your cotton top. You sighed with rising passion and our kiss became ever more passionate. I pushed up on my elbows and pulling up your top I kissed your tummy softly. My tongue and lips roam at will soon I reached your belly button, your wonderfully sensitive belly button — one of your most erogenous spots. My attentions are rewarded by a soft moan from you and as your moans become more intense I move my lips up your body pushing your top up as I move. I am now licking the sensitive under slope of one your breasts and you are clutching at my head. I move slowly over the soft skin, slowly coating it with my saliva, not really ready yet to proceed onward.
Suddenly you push against me, pushing me away from you, so suddenly I wonder what I have done wrong, but before I can say anything you sit up and start pulling off your clothes.
"Hurry! Hurry up, get your clothes off, now!" you tell me softly but urgently.
I can take a hint! I hurry! You beat me by moments and we pause momentarily to gaze at each other, our thoughts our own, but my eyes were drinking in the sight of you, nude, your nipples standing stiffly, a hint of a flush on your skin signifying your arousal and then we are back in each other's arms, kissing and caressing softly.
Our mouths open as we kiss and out tongues are dancing about, flickering over each other's lips and tongues. Your tongue retreats, lightly touching mine, drawing my tongue into your mouth as I try to maintain contact. My mindless pursuit of your tongue is stopped as your teeth clamp down on my tongue and before I can react I feel your tongue stroking and caressing my tongue. It is an exotic, erotic, totally encompassing moment and I am lost in it.
I am lying on my side with one arm under your head, my other hand is free to roam and it slowly slides down your side to your hip, around to your back and up to your shoulders where it begins it's trip again. Slowly ever so slowly, as we continue to kiss, as our passions continue to rise, not to be denied, seeking consummation. My hand reaches your butt and I caress it, for me, your butt is one of the most erotic and arousing parts of you. I don't totally understand why, but I am intensely aroused by your butt. Softly I invade between your butt cheeks searching for all the hidden erogenous places that I know are there. Your tongue is slowing and you are now moaning into my open mouth as I continue to kiss your lips gently.
I pull your leg over mine so that my fingers are able to reach your vagina and that ever-so-sensitive area between you anus and your vagina. You jerk in response as my fingers caress that spot lightly. I reach your pussy — it is so wet, soaking wet and my fingers explore your wetness, moving ever so slowly in order to prolong and intensify the feelings for you. With the lightest of touches I stroke your labia waiting for your labia to open and allow my fingers to enter. You are so wet; I feel the wetness running down my fingers as I stroke lightly awaiting entry. Finally, your labia open and my fingers delve within. At first I can only feel the outer labia then I begin to feel your inner labia and my God, are you wet. I can't remember you ever being this wet. Using my thumb and forefinger I begin to pull on your labia, first the outer and then the inner. I grasp one of your lips and pull gently and due to the angle I am reaching from, I am pulling from front to rear. Actually, I am caressing between my finger and thumb more than pulling, sort of a gentle stroking, front to back, first one side then the other side, first the outer than the inner, gently, gently, stroking. You are so wet it is hard to get a grip which if your moans and sighs are any indication my fumbling attempts to grip and caress are driving you higher and higher. Suddenly, on one of my attempts I touch your clitoris and the stroke of my finger across it throws you into orgasm. Your body arches strongly against me, practically pitching me onto my back. I can only hold you tightly in my arms and continue to stroke and caress you as you twist and writhe in my arms, I have seldom seen you experience such an orgasm from so little, comparatively, foreplay. Finally, you calm enough that I attempt to lay you down on your back.
"No, no! It's my turn!" you tell me.
"Not yet", I say, "I have more in mind for you, please allow me to finish. You will have your turn soon enough""
You agree and I lay your now limp body down on the mattress. As I roll you onto your back you are as limp as a rag doll, your body still quivering at times from the intensity of your orgasm. Gently and slowly I straddle your hips and I begin once again to kiss you. First your mouth, then your eyes and your cheeks. Still you seem lost in the intensity of your orgasm so I move to your neck and down the curve of your breast to your nipple. It is now only partially turgid but it quickly tenses as I kiss it a few times. I move down the inner slope kissing as I go, then up the inner slope of the other breast, on to the other nipple. Now I push your breasts together so your nipples are almost touching. I take both nipples into my mouth and begin licking, flicking my tongue against them. Your gasp and the arching of your back tells me that I have surprised you, but a pleasant surprise and I continue to flick them with my tongue, sucking then softly, even nipping a bit with my teeth. After a few moments you grab my head and pull me away.
"Too much! Too much, I can't take more right now!" you gasp.
As you have already pulled my mouth from your breasts, I gently release them from my hands and I begin to lick up the strings of saliva left by my attentions. I lick gently from chest to nipple, never actually touching the nipple, a lot of licks, broad slow sensuous licks till I have coated your breasts with my saliva. Your body has relaxed a bit and settled back onto the mattress, but your sighs and moans tell me that you are still deeply into this moment.
I begin to kiss you again moving to find your navel. I take time to lick and kiss your navel and am rewarded with more moans from you. I have always been amazed and somewhat in awe of the erogenous of your navel. I could spend hours at your navel, intoxicated by the sounds you make as I lick and kiss it. I am totally amazed and a bit envious.
Slowly, I begin to move down to your mons and my fingers gently pull your hair as my lips and tongue rapidly soak it. I can also smell your scent, your incredible scent. I have read many times that redheads have a stronger scent than others, a particularly intoxicating scent that often overwhelms men when they first encounter it. I don't know if this is true or not but I am entranced by your scent, addicted to it; it is an incredibly heady and intoxicating scent. When we make love one of the most arousing, exciting points for me is when I can first smell your scent. It is love, lust, sex, desire and more all in a scent. I want to smell and taste it — I want to smell and taste you because it is your scent. I am drunk with desire and intoxicated with your scent.
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