We met on a beach in the Philippians, two travelers from different countries drawn together by the sun, the crystal clear blue ocean, sandy beaches, and the desire to experience life.

Laying on our bamboo mats waves hit the shore in rhythmic regularity, we shared our thoughts, dreams, and fantasies. The connection was magical, intense, and extremely sensual. You left and I didn’t know if we would meet again.

I took a break from the heat and lay down in one of the many hammocks under the palm trees, taking shelter from the afternoon sun. I closed my eyes and dreamed of you. We were in bed making love, my cock driving into your sexy pussy.

A hand on my shoulder woke me from my fantasies, and you smiled down at me. Your hazel eyes mesmerized me with your innocent beauty. Reaching out, I pulled you to me, your body on top of mine. I loved how you followed the local customs, and your bare breasts caressed my chest. Our eyes locked; no words necessary. My hand traced your beautiful face, and I memorized every detail; never wanting to forget you.

Softly I whispered to you all the things I wanted to do to you. Your eyes delved deep, right into my soul. My hands slid down your back, and I gently drew you closer to become part of me. My touch traveled lower to your suntanned cheeks exposed by the white thong you wore; such a sexy ass, so soft, tender, so full, and so kissable.

You reached between us and freed my hard cock from my shorts. My eyes grew in surprise as your hands urgently squeezed and stroked me. You shifted a bit to one side, and I slipped inside your moist opening. My heat joined yours and we meshed together.

I checked to see if anyone noticed us, but the dozens of tourists on the beach frolicked in the ocean or lay sun tanning on mats.

Locked in our rhythm, we were oblivious to all around us; experiencing sex in a public place, so forbidden, yet so erotic.

I felt the urge to change positions, to drive deep into you, but the hammock was too unstable, and I couldn’t bear to take the chance of losing you or being caught.

A couple walked by, and we heard the woman say to her husband or boyfriend, “why don’t you ever hold me like that?” They never realized we embraced fully joined in carnal pleasure. I whispered in your ear I would tell them what we were doing. For a second, you thought I would; your face filled with anxiety.

Then it was your turn to tease me as you slowly clenched down on me, so hard I couldn’t believe it was your pussy and not your mouth. The way you looked at me, with those big, wide eyes filled with lust and excitement, it was like you were daring me to make a sound.

You began to ride me, bouncing gently up and down, making sure to hit all the right spots. My hands gripped the ropes of the hammock, knuckles white with the effort of holding back my moans. Your breasts bounced with every movement, and the sight was pure ecstasy. Each time you slammed down onto my cock, your ass smacked against me with a sound that was music to my ears. We moved together in a silent symphony of passion, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge of pure bliss.

The tension grew, the sounds of the beach fading into a distant buzz as we focused solely on the rhythmic dance of our bodies. My willpower yielded and the moment arrived. Our eyes locked together and I saw you were coming at the same time. Your sweet moans slipped from your tightened lips and we climaxed together, as if we had rehearsed this a thousand times.

Our breaths grew shallow, and your body shivered against mine as the waves of pleasure subsided. We remained intertwined, my cock buried deep within you, savoring the closeness that only two people sharing such an intimate moment can experience.

Sated, we lay in each other’s arms, your cheek against my chest, my hand massaged in gentle circles as you made the sounds of a contented woman. The surf noises lulled us asleep, my cock still buried inside you. Sleep captures us until we awoke to make love again, this time in the moonlight on the sandy beach.