Chapter 7: Salt, Sand & Surrender

The Oregon Coast unfurled before us like a rugged lover—wild, untamed, and begging to be explored. I’d been itching to swim in its cold embrace, and Coco, ever the thrill-seeker, jumped at the chance for a weekend escape from Kirkland. We’d driven down with the windows cracked, the salty air teasing my freckled skin, her silver-threaded mane whipping in the breeze. Now, parked near a secluded cove, the beach was ours alone—steely grey cliffs jutted at one end, gnarled driftwood strewn like shipwrecked bones, and the Pacific roared, its waves crashing in a frothy, relentless dance under a sky thick with brooding clouds.

I kicked off my shoes, the sand cool and gritty under my feet, and shot Coco a grin. She was a fucking vision—her tanned, honeyed skin glowing against a skimpy red bikini that barely caged her toned curves, her thick mane cascading over her shoulders like a silver-flecked wave.

“Ready to swim?” I asked, peeling off my shirt, my hairy chest prickling in the wind. The water was my playground—always had been—and I couldn’t wait to feel its bite.

She smirked, dropping her bag with a teasing sway of her hips. “Only if you make it worth my while, Ginger. What’s the dare?”

“Skinny-dip,” I said, eyes glinting with mischief. “First one naked in the surf wins—loser owes a favor.”

Her laugh was a sultry growl, and she tugged her bikini top loose, letting it fall. Those perfectly-sized breasts bounced free, her almond-shaped nipples crinkling in the salty air, dark and stiff against her tawny skin.

“Game on, big guy,” she purred, shimmying out of her bottoms, that soft, curly triangle of pubes flashing before she bolted for the waves. I ripped off my trunks, my untrimmed red bush wild in the open, my cock already half-hard from the sight of her, and chased her into the surf.

The water hit like a slap—icy, fierce, stealing my breath—but I dove under, slicing through the swell, Coco’s naked form a blur beside me. We surfaced, gasping, her mane plastered to her face, water streaming down her curves as she treaded water.

“I win,” she teased, flicking wet hair back, her breasts bobbing just above the surface, nipples like hard little beacons.

“Bullshit,” I laughed, swimming closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her despite the chill. “You cheated—too fucking sexy to lose.” My hand brushed her hip under the waves, and she shivered, her grin turning wicked.

“Favor time—kiss me,” I said, voice rough.

She obliged, her mouth crashing into mine, salty and warm, her tongue tangling with mine as the tide tugged us. Her hands roamed my chest, nails grazing my skin, and my cock stiffened fully, aching against the cold. The water drove us back to shore, shivering and alive, our bodies dripping as we stumbled onto the sand.

I grabbed a blanket, spreading it out, and we collapsed, the wind drying us slow.

“Next dare,” I said, brushing sand from my thighs, my eyes locked on her glistening skin. “Bury me—make it filthy.”

She grinned, scooping sand over my legs, her hands lingering near my cock, brushing it “accidentally” as she worked.

“How about a sand cock?” she purred, molding a thick, crude shaft over my groin, bigger than mine, her fingers teasing the real thing beneath. “An upgrade—think it’d stretch my coco better?” She squeezed me through the sand, and I groaned, my dick throbbing under her touch.

“Fuck, Coco,” I rasped, retaliating by burying her up to her waist, sculpting sandy tits over her, tweaking her real nipples through the grit.

“My turn,” I said, leaning close, voice low. “What about your popo? Ever let someone bury that deep?”

She blushed, sand clinging to her thighs, but her eyes sparkled with heat.

“Oh, I’ve thought about it—your cock sliding into my popo, all tight and dirty. But I’m not there yet—too wild, even for me. Need more trust.”