Newlyweds
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Chapter 23: Surfing Lessons & Waterfall
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23: Surfing Lessons & Waterfall - Ryan and Madison just got married, but don’t know anything about sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
Ryan and Madison strolled along the palm-lined sidewalk of Waikiki, the morning sun already warm on their bare shoulders. Madison’s wrap around skirt fluttered around her thighs, the thin fabric clinging to her curves with each step. Ryan carried their beach bag in one hand, his other arm draped loosely around her waist.
“I can’t believe you ordered while I was still brushing my hair,” Madison said, bumping her hip against his. “You’re so efficient.”
“I wanted to make sure everything was ready,” Ryan replied, grinning. “Besides, I know how long it takes you to get that hair perfect.”
They reached Island Vintage Coffee and found their order waiting at the pickup counter. Two Original Açaí Bowls sat in their cardboard carriers, the purple acai bases topped with fresh strawberries, blueberries, banana slices, granola, and a generous drizzle of Big Island honey. Ryan had added peanut butter to both bowls, the rich nutty flavor already melting into the cold mixture. Two Iced Island Lattes completed the order, the espresso drinks swirling with macadamia nut and coconut flavors.
They found a small table outside and dug in. Madison took her first bite and moaned softly. “Oh my god, the peanut butter makes it so much better.”
Ryan watched her lick a smear of acai from her lower lip, his eyes lingering on her mouth. “You have no idea how hot you look right now.”
Madison blushed but met his gaze. “You’re thinking about last night again, aren’t you?” “I’m always thinking about last night,” Ryan admitted. “Watching you come on my fingers while you read from that book ... fuck, Madison.”
She shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together.
They finished their bowls and lattes, the sweet and creamy flavors lingering on their tongues. Ryan gathered their trash and they continued toward the beach, fingers interlaced.
The sand was already warm beneath their feet when they claimed a spot near the water. Madison spread out their towels while Ryan dug the sunscreen from the beach bag. She peeled off her skirt and shirt, revealing the yellow bikini.
“Lie down,” Ryan said, squeezing a generous amount of lotion into his palm. “I want to make sure you’re completely covered.”
Madison stretched out on her stomach, and Ryan straddled her thighs. His hands moved slowly, spreading the sunscreen across her shoulders and down her back. He worked the lotion into her skin with firm strokes, his thumbs pressing along her spine.
“Mmm, that feels nice,” Madison murmured, her voice already breathy.
Ryan’s hands slid lower, cupping the globes of her ass. He worked the sunscreen into the side of each cheek slipping under the edge of her bikini. Madison arched slightly, pushing back against his touch.
“Ryan,” she whispered. “People can see.”
“I know.” His voice was low. “That’s what makes it fun.”
He finished her back and legs, then handed her the bottle. “Your turn.”
Madison sat up and squeezed lotion into her hands. She rubbed it across Ryan’s chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. When she reached the waistband of his swim trunks, she hesitated, then slipped her hand inside just far enough to coat the skin below his hip bones.
“Tease,” Ryan growled.
They settled onto their towels, Madison pulling out the well-worn copy of The Joy of Sex. She flipped through the pages, stopping at an illustration that made her eyes widen.
“Oh my god,” she giggled. “Fisting? Like ... the whole hand?”
Ryan leaned over to look. “That’s intense. Do you think people actually do that?”
“I don’t know,” Madison said, her cheeks pink. “It looks ... painful. But also kind of hot? The way she’s looking at him...”
They spent the next hour reading passages aloud to each other, gasping and laughing at the more outrageous entries. Madison’s hand found Ryan’s thigh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. Each touch sent sparks through him.
By noon, the sun was high and their stomachs were growling. They brushed off the sand, dressed, and walked to Heavenly Island Lifestyle. The restaurant was busy but they found a table on the patio.
Madison ordered lemonade while Ryan asked for water. They decided to share the Big Island Ginger Ahi Poke, the cubes of fresh tuna glistening with ginger and sesame. Ryan ordered the Garlic Shrimp Plate, the shrimp large and buttery, while Madison chose the Yuzu Miso Ahi Poke Bowl.
They ate slowly, savoring each bite. Madison’s foot found Ryan’s under the table, her toes sliding along his calf.
“I keep thinking about what we read,” she said quietly. “All those positions. All those ways to touch each other.”
They returned to the beach and stripped back down to swimsuits. Ryan refreshed Madison’s sunscreen, his hands lingering on her breasts this time, thumbs brushing over her nipples through the thin fabric. She gasped and pressed into his touch.
“Ryan,” she whispered. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to drag you back to the hotel right now.”
“Patience,” he teased, though his own restraint was hanging by a thread.
They walked three quarters of a mile down the beach, hand in hand, the conversation flowing easily. They talked about the wedding, the flight, the way everything felt new and exciting. Madison’s thumb stroked the back of Ryan’s hand, a constant reminder of the connection between them.
The instructor from the Hawaii Surfing Academy was waiting at lifeguard tower 2E, a friendly local named Kai who greeted them with leis and a wide smile. The semi-private lesson was perfect for just the two of them. Kai provided boards, rash guards, and plenty of instruction.
The afternoon passed in a blur of waves and laughter. Madison caught her first wave, standing up for three glorious seconds before tumbling into the water. Ryan cheered from his board, then wiped out spectacularly on his own attempt. They posed for photos between sets, the drone capturing their smiles and the stunning backdrop.
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