Beach Encounter

    My car moves slowly down the winding road, the overhanging ficus trees 
looming overhead. This is the Beach road, the one I have used for years, the 
one I have bicycled, run, and driven down many, many times over the last 
decade. It looks different at night; the intermittent streetlights cast a 
yellow pall that is mostly blocked by the thickly leaved branches of the 
trees. My headlights illuminate the pavement ahead, and I see the sign…. 
“Public Beach Access”. My heart leaps with anticipation and nervous 
excitement, as I guide the car past the sign, into the parking lot. All at 
once, I see it; your car parked dark and quiet on the far side of the lot. I 
heave a sigh of relief as I pull around to it. I slowly guide my car into 
the space next to it and put the gearshift to park, then shut off the 
engine. I take a second to gaze into the front seat of the car, and I see 
that you’re not in it.
I open my door and step out onto the hard pavement of the parking lot. The 
warm ocean air hits my nostrils immediately; I love that smell, the salty, 
heavy scent that tells me that I am near the wonder that I love, the sea. 
The warm, salt- heavy ocean air hits my nostrils and immediately triggers 
old thoughts, plans, hopes and dreams; old memories of losing myself in the 
contemplation of the oceans vast blueness, its endless ripples and 
variations. The memories flood back of the days of my drinking, when it 
hypnotized me for hours; the bitter taste of the beer transformed my 
thoughts into idealistic fairy tales, and bitter schemes. It is only now 
that I realize that through all of the changes that I have gone through, it 
had stayed the same; constant, always the best listener, never offering 
advice or rendering judgment, just being there- a relaxing presence, an 
objective passivity. It is why I chose it to oversee my encounter with you, 
the object of my desires.
     I open the back door, reach in, and pull the backpack from the floor. 
Next to it is a small, weathered case containing my mandolin. I grab it too. 
I sling the pack over one shoulder, and, taking the mandolin in one hand, 
start to make my way toward the wooden pavilion. There are no lights here 
but my eyes quickly adjust to the darkness. There is a full moon tonight and 
as my eyes acclimate, I realize that I can see quite well in the openness. I 
strain my eyes but cannot see you under the shade of the pavilion.
    “You there?” I call out, in a rough whisper.
I bend my head, straining to hear a response over the constant roar of the 
night surf.
     “ Yes.. I’m here!”
Your words make my heart jump and my eyes focus on your silhouette sitting 
on the one of the picnic benches. I move toward you, setting the mandolin 
case and the pack on the table gently. We fall into each other’s arms, the 
long wait over, the immediate joy of the long awaited joining of our 
physical selves overcoming us.
“Oh God, its so good to see you!” I say in a low voice into your ear.
“Yes, my darling. I waited for you.”
I pull back, and smile at you, making out your features in the darkness, 
feeling your warm breath on face. I gaze at your long, dark hair, the 
familiar pretty face that I love so much, and those warm, soft lips smiling 
at me. Your wearing a white button-up blouse, tied in a knot at the center, 
and a pair of jean shorts, your soft legs uncovered all the way down to your 
deck sneakers. Immediately, I feel the stirrings of arousal in my loins, the 
power of our mutual attraction making me flush hot with anticipation. I bend 
my head to yours, and press my warm lips to yours, the kiss, the moment that 
I have longed for. I feel your body pressing against mine, and wrap my arms 
around you, pulling you closer to me. The kiss lingers for a few moments, 
breaking softly, our moist lips clinging.
    “Lets walk.” I say
I take your hand in mine, and pick up the pack with the other, slinging it 
to my shoulder. Together we walk toward the steps that lead down to the 
sandy beach. At the last step, we sit, and remove our sneakers, placing them 
into the pack. I stand, take your hand again, and together we move out onto 
the wide, soft expanse of the beach, our toes sinking in the cool and damp 
sand with each step. You lose your balance slightly, and lean into me as we 
walk, both of us laughing as we make our way down to the edge of the sea 
where the sand is firmer.
The moon shines brightly, illuminating the features of the beach, allowing 
us to make out the shapes of debris and clumps of tangled seaweed at various 
spots, as we walk slowly, aimlessly, simply enjoying the peaceful roar of 
the waves. The smell of the sea is intoxicating, and we are both in awe of 
the natural beauty of this place. Small groups of sandpipers dart around our 
feet as they continue their endless race up and down the beach, barely 
avoiding the wetness of each receding wave. I see a clear spot on the sand 
ahead, and I make my way to it, pulling you along behind me.
     I drop the pack to the sand from my shoulder, opening the flapped top. 
Reaching in, I pull out a folded blanket, which I shake out, handing you one 
corner. Together, we spread it out fully, the strong ocean breeze catching 
it and pulling it, and drop it to the sand. Together, we plop to our knees 
on the blanket, then down onto our butts, snuggling in close to each other. 
I reach in to the pack again and withdraw a small bottle of wine and two 
small glasses. Opening the bottle, I pour us each a small amount, and 
together we sip, as we gaze out into the solemn darkness of the sea. I set 
my glass down in the sand, then turn and open my mandolin case, pulling the 
instrument from its place. I lightly begin to pick at the strings, and 
softly begin to sing. You gradually recognize the tune; it’s “When you say 
Nothing at All”, by Alison Krauss. You start to sing along with me in a 
soft, almost undetectable voice. The music that comes from us takes on an 
almost ethereal quality; the sheer beauty of that song, and this moment here 
in this paradise, suddenly overwhelm us. Setting my mandolin down in its 
case, I turn my head to face you.
     “Thank you for coming here with me.”
You smile.
     “Thank you… It’s beautiful here.”
There is a short silence between us as we share a look of deep 
understanding, and mutual need.
I bend my head, and kiss your soft lips.
You press yours against them.
      I can taste the almost imperceptible hint of salt from the air, as my 
tongue lightly traces the inside of them, my passion rising as I feel your 
breath against my own. I reach up and place my hand on your shoulder, 
drawing you nearer to me. We lose ourselves in a longing embrace, our minds 
and bodies melting together as one. I gently rock, letting both of our 
bodies fall onto the blanket, our hands caressing each other. I raise my 
upper body over yours so that I am looking down at you, into your eyes. I 
lower my head, and kiss your eyelids, your cheeks, kisses that become more 
and more passionate with each passing moment. My hand moves up your body, 
and gently cups your right breast through the material of your blouse, my 
fingers finding their way to your hardening nipple. They make slow, gentle 
circles around it, as I kiss the soft skin of your neck. I slowly, and 
slightly awkwardly, untie the knot in your blouse, your shirt falling open, 
exposing your breasts to the cool ocean breeze. My hand moves back to your 
breasts, and the touch of my fingers sends electricity through your entire 
body. Your nipples are very hard now, and your body is writhing against 
mine.
My kisses cover your neck, and move slowly down the soft skin of your chest. 
I move lower, and, extending my tongue, lick the very tip of your nipples 
with it, making circles around the end. I hear you moan softly, and I feel 
you arch your back toward me. I lower my head, and take the entire nipple 
into my mouth, starting a persistent sucking, as my tongue darts against it.
     My hand reaches down, and unsnaps my jeans; roughly pull them down over 
my ass with one hand, my hardening cock crying for release from its 
confines. I kick them off into the sand, my cock bouncing in the night air, 
rigid with lust. I unbutton my shirt, opening, it, exposing my chest to your 
wandering hands. My hand then slides down your tummy, unsnapping your tight 
jean shorts, and opening them. You help me slide them down over your ass and 
legs.
     We are both naked now, except for your open blouse, and my open shirt. 
We fall into each other, our bodies meeting in an incredibly passionate 
embrace, my knees interlocking with your spread legs. I can feel the wetness 
of your pussy against my leg, and I know that you are ready. My hand finds 
its way to your wetness, my fingers sliding between your pussy lips, probing 
inside of you, persistently. Your body, at first, stiffens at this 
intrusion, then begins to move with my hand, as if welcoming it, then begins 
a wanton writhing. Your moaning increases to a fever pitch as your first 
orgasm approaches, your body tensing in my arms, legs spread widely, wetness 
dripping over my fingers. I smile at you as I feel the surge of it, and I 
kiss you softly, so happy to bring you such joy.
You then get up, and push me back on the blanket. I fall to my back, looking 
up at you, my hard cock sticking straight up in the night air.  You give me 
a wide, wanton leer, as your hands touch my turgid hardness. My body jumps 
at your touch, and you wrap both hands around it, squeezing it gently the 
head swollen above your fingers.
     “Ohhhh God.” I moan
     “Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” you say, in a rough, throaty voice.
     “Yessss.. Please.”
You bend your head, and stick your tongue out, touching the tip to the hole 
of my cock, so gently.
     “OOOOHHH!”
The tip of your tongue pushes inside, and starts to make slow circles, as 
your hands slowly stroke the shaft slowly. My body quivers with lust, and my 
hips arch toward you. My cock swells to a deep purple, the head swelling 
even more.You continue this for a while, enjoying my writhing pleasure, then 
stop. Y
You then lower your hands, and slowly take the entire head of my swollen 
cock into your mouth, closing your lips over it in a tight seal.
     You begin to suck.
The feeling of pleasure consumes my entire being, as your mouth begins its 
slow rhythm, up and down, your cheeks caved in with the suction. My hips 
writhing wildly now, my moans become uncontrollable.
     “Ohhh God… Stop!”
     “Im going to cum!”
You keep the slow, methodical rhythm up, stroking, sucking hard, wanting to 
please me with your whole being, wanting to be one with me.
I start to cum.
My body shakes with wild abandon.
Your hand finds my swollen balls, and massages them gently, your suction, 
your hand stroking the shaft as you feel it start to quiver, as you feel my 
hard swollen cock start to pump ropes of hot white cum into your waiting 
mouth.
     “Oooohhh.. My God.”
My eyes clenched shut, I feel one wave of pleasure after another, as my cock 
empties into your hungry mouth. You continue sucking until well after my 
last spasm, your tongue working my softening organ, as if trying to wring 
every ounce of pleasure from it. You then lick it completely clean, all up 
and down the shaft. I get up on my knees, and pull you to me. I pull your 
head to mine, and kiss you deeply, tasting my own cum in the kiss.
     I then lower your body down to the blanket, onto your back, your eager 
eyes looking up at me in anticipation. I smile at you, and move down your 
body, pushing your legs apart. Bending my head, I kiss the skin of your soft 
legs, caressing it. I can smell your arousal, the strong scent of female 
passion that brings out the animal lust in me. I lower my head, and kiss the 
soft lips of your pussy, tasting you. Your body jumps at the initial touch 
of my tongue, and I can feel your legs quivering. I push my tongue into you 
deeper, caressing your clitoris with it, enjoying the scent, breathing it 
in.
Much to my amazement, I feel my cock starting to harden again. Your legs 
soon begin to tremble, and I know that this is another fast approaching 
orgasm. This arouses me even more, knowing that I am bringing you so much 
pleasure. I hold your ass and thighs tightly, as the waves of pleasure wash 
over you, my mouth clamped over your pussy tightly. I continue to lick and 
suck your wetness until you stop shaking, and your body relaxes.
Feeling my cock hardening again, I slide up your body, kissing you. I raise 
my upper body up on my arms, and slide my hard cock into you, slowly, your 
pussy inviting me in, the muscles contracting, and pulling.
     “Ohhhh GOD!” you moan.
     “Urrrrgg!”
      I start my rhythm, my hips moving, my hard cock sliding in and out of 
your wet pussy. I look down into your eyes, smiling, loving this moment of 
communion, our bodies locked together in animal passion. The warm ocean 
breeze blows through your hair, and I think, at that moment, that you are 
the most beautiful creature on earth. My hips pound against you, moving your 
whole body with each thrust, my passion and lust building more and more. 
Your moans grow even louder, as my hard cock brings you closer and closer to 
yet another release.
“Ohh God, I’m cumming!” you moan
At the same time, I feel my orgasm building, growing closer with each long, 
deep thrust.
“OOOOHHH God!” I moan, as the familiar pleasure washes over me, and my cock 
surges with release. Our bodies move together, lost in absolute pleasure. I 
hold you close, as I pump into you, my lips locked to yours.
     As the pleasure subsides, I roll off of you, and we both gaze at the 
stars, lost in the silence of utter relaxation.
     “ There are so many stars.” You say, in a soft voice.
     “Yes. They are the only witnesses to our beach encounter.”
You smile at me, and I return it with, “I love you.”
Together we get dressed, and, arm in arm, walk back toward the pavilion, the 
sky turning the rose red of dawn.


Patrick4022@hotmail.com

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