Lunch as the Beach

My good-looking man is so stressed out at the moment. He’s in line for a big promotion at work and is putting in some seriously long hours. It’s sadly having a detrimental effect on his usually enthusiastic libido – poor lad! And poor me as well. It’s not good.

So – I’ve planned a little treat for him. A picnic, some fresh air and scenery – and something special which I hope will perk him up a bit and put a smile on both of our faces.

One o’clock at last! Two packs of sandwiches and two bottles of beer which have been chilling in the fridge. Come on, sweetheart. Where are…….oh, there you are.

“Hey, honey” and a quick kiss. “I’m so glad you emailed. Let’s get out of here!”

“What’s up?”

“They’ve only gone and sprung a bloody presentation on me this afternoon with only four hours to prepare!”

“Oh. We can do this another day if it’s awkward.” Much as I’d be disappointed, I want him to be able to relax and enjoy himself, not be thinking about work.

“Not on your life! Drive, woman!” he growls at me and puts his hand on my thigh, patting it softly.

Someone somewhere must be smiling down on us today. The traffic’s quiet and I’ve had green lights all the way. Clear blue sky and warm summer sunshine. There’s a small, secluded beach only ten minutes’ drive away. It’s “our” place – where we first kissed. And a whole lot more! I hear him chuckle as he realises where we’re going.

“I hope you’re going to behave yourself. The first time we came here, you took my breath away, you naughty little minx!”

“Of course, I am,” I reply, in mock innocence. “And if I try any funny business, you can always fight me off – you know, like you did the first time,” I smile at him, loving the slight frown on his handsome – but stressed out – face.

“Hmm…” is all he mutters back at me.

I park the car, grab the food and a rug and walk towards the beach, knowing he’s watching me – putting two and two together about my not so innocent intentions. I spread the rug out and kneel down, ready to eat. He sits down wearily and ever so slightly wary. I throw him a pack of sandwiches and pass him a beer.

“Cheers, babe!” he says and clinks bottles with me, his eyes never leaving my face.

I watch as he eats his sandwiches with gusto and then I decide that it’s time for dessert. I kneel beside him, holding his gaze and slowly remove my blouse. He’s not saying a word but his eyes undress me further. I move to kneel behind him and start to massage his shoulders. He’s so tense, all knotted and taut.

“Mmmmm….that feels nice.” he says dreamily.

I plant butterfly kisses on his neck and teasingly stroke an ear. I press my breasts into his back and nuzzle his hair. He puts his beer down and reaches behind to grope my butt. I nibble his ears and hear his breathing start to deepen. I reach for his hands and raise them to my mouth. I kiss his palms and one by one slowly and suggestively suck each finger.

He sighs and his head slumps forward. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think I can do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and let go. Switch off and let go.” I move round to kneel between his legs and cup his chin in my hands. “Just…just…be with me and let me be with you. Just here and now.”

His hands rest on my waist and his eyes bore into me. Those eyes – darkest blue pools I could plunge into and never want to come up for air. His lids lower as he looks down at my breasts, gift-wrapped in pink silk and lace. When he looks up, I see tears glistening in his eyes. I can see he’s very upset – this wasn’t quite the reaction I expected. And for a moment, I don’t know what to do.

“No – don’t hold back. Let them come.” I press a finger to his lips then kiss him. I hold his head to my chest and hug him tight. Oh God, I feel so humbled, so very ashamed. I hadn’t realised quite how stressed he felt, how distressed he obviously is. I can feel him shaking as he cries, his tears falling on my skin. I feel my tears trickle down my face as I bury myself in his hair.

Suddenly, I feel soft kisses being placed on my neck and friendly, familiar hands on my bum. One hand travels up the length of my spine, snaking around each vertebra on its journey. Fingers coil themselves round a handful of hair and bring my face close to his. I hold him and my thumbs wipe his tears away. I kiss his face, tasting his salty residue. His lips are moist and inviting and I trail a thumb across. I take his bottom lip between mine and softly suck, releasing it slowly.

I move my hands down to loosen his tie as his hands explore my back. His hands are trembling as they release the clasp on my bra and free my breasts. I shiver slightly as the sea breeze hits them, making my nipples firm and erect. He’s so tender – almost afraid – as he cups them, fondling and stroking. I feel the moisture of his teardrops as he buries his head in my mounds of flesh. I undo the top few buttons on his shirt and push him onto his back. I lie on top of him, my elbows resting either side of his head. I kiss his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, his chin and finally his mouth. I’m overwhelmed with relief when he responds and kisses me back with equal passion and longing.

“Let me do this for you – for us. Please.”

I move down his body as he tilts his head back, in anticipation of the act of worship I’m about to perform. I undo his belt and trousers, teasing the zip down. I kiss down his legs as I lower his trousers, over his feet and place them on the rug, safely out of reach. I kiss my way back up, alternating between his athletic, muscled legs. I love his legs – long and lean but nicely toned. I linger at the knees, licking behind them. I lightly scratch his thighs as I move higher, nibbling and nipping.

I glance up and see a distinct movement in his shorts. It moves me more than I can explain, more than I can comprehend. But I don’t want to put any pressure on him to perform so I carry on kissing, stroking and licking his thighs. I take a few fingers higher and brush the front of his shorts – so softly, no more than a whisper. I sneak one in and feel him stirring into life. I hear him draw his breath in and his legs start to squirm.

I move up so I’m kneeling directly between his thighs. There’s a definite swelling – and it makes my heart swell too. We haven’t been intimate for over a month and I had begun to wonder if it was a sign of a greater problem. That maybe he didn’t want me anymore or he‘d found someone else. I move his shirt up and plant sloppy kisses on his stomach as my breasts press against his now semi-hard manhood.

I look up to see if he wants me to stop but his eyes are shut tight and there‘s the ghost of a smile on his lips. He’s in another place, giving me all the encouragement I need to join him there. I ease his shorts down, letting his delicious meat spring free. I fling them to one side and attack my task with relish.

I run my hands up his thighs until each thumb is massaging one of his balls. I lick all the way up from his knees to his groin. I tickle his inner thighs with only the very tip of my tongue and get rewarded with a throaty chuckle. I give his balls a luxurious tongue-bath, kissing and suckling each one. My tongue swirls round in a figure of eight motion, coating him with saliva. I purse my lips and gently blow, making the skin pucker. I can see the effect this is having – and hear it as well. Lovely, deep, sensual moans.

One of my fingers runs along the underside of his almost fully grown penis. I kiss and lick and nibble all round the base, gently pulling at his hair – still not taking him in. I want him to be more than ready – to almost beg me. I wrap my fingers round his shaft and rotate my palm over the smooth, velvety head. I sit up and start a slow, soft movement with my hands – one sliding up and down his ever-swelling penis, the other cupping his balls. I watch as he starts to squirm and he raises his hands to squeeze my breasts.

“Oh, dear! Please….oh..please…..” is all he can say, almost crying, barely audible.
It’s all I needed to hear.

I put my lips together and kiss the very tip, opening them to slide down and capture him completely. My lips slide back and forth, concentrating on his most sensitive sexual flesh. Back and forth as my tongue joins in the party, twirling and flicking the eye. I suck a few times – only very slightly – as my lips continue their descent down the entire length of his pole.

I take as much of him in as I can manage, teasing as I go with my tongue. I hold him there for a moment, listening to his tormented sighs and moans. Sucking harder, I move back up and resume oral ministrations on his tip. He’s already leaking pre-cum. Delicious, like nectar – I could drink him dry. Sliding, licking and kissing while my hand caresses his shaft, the thumb tantalisingly brushing the underside of his helmet.

I break away and kiss my way down each side of his shaft until I reach his balls. I take each one in turn and softly suck, releasing them to lick my way back up. I drag the very tip of my tongue up the ridge, barely touching. I steal a quick look and see that he’s gripping the rug, concentrating hard, prolonging the agony/ecstasy. I lean forward, setting him free. Resting one hand either side of his head, I look down at his face. His eyes open – heavy with a mixture of lust and pain.

“Do you want me to carry on?” I ask quietly.

He laughs, reaches up and kisses me. “If you don’t, I’ll finish the job myself!”

We look down and are greeted with a clear view
of one fully charged and raring to go a piece of masculinity. It’s highly excited and twitching away – and as I move back down, it keeps poking into me, making me giggle. I stop part way and massage it between my breasts. The sight of that glistening head cocooned in my warm, soft flesh, all safe and loved almost brings me to tears. Luckily, he’s drifted off again and doesn’t notice. The frown from earlier replaced by a dreamy smile which lights his whole face. He’s lost in the moment.

Smiling, I kiss my way down his stomach and prepare myself for the feast that’s coming my way! I sigh and lick my lips in anticipation. Moistening my lips, I take him in my mouth, take in as much of that quality meat as I can. I keep him still as I inhale deeply, breathing in the scent of this man. Up and down the full length of his shaft, my lips and tongue work as one – licking and sucking. Sliding silently, stealthy, deadly.

I sense his need for release and start to quicken the pace. His hands come down and guide my movements, my head rising and falling with his wishes. His fingers become entangled in my hair as his urgency takes control and his tumble into abandon begins. My hands work up and down his shaft in sequence with my sucks. I crouch down low, tucked tightly between his thighs as he wraps his legs around me.

At this moment, I feel utterly and totally invincible. Loving. Loved. Wanted. Desired. Needed. Held in place by a body I’m one with. His hands hold and guide me. His legs keep me close and protected. God, I love this man!

I press a finger at the back of his balls where I know he’s extremely sensitive and he raises his butt in response. His moaning is getting louder and his breathing is rapid. He tilts his head back, his eyelids fluttering. A steady flow of pre-cum floods my mouth and I know he’s close. But enough of the starters – I want the main course!

He won’t let go. He’s holding back. I momentarily release him.

“Let go!”

I take him back in, sucking hard, taking him deep. He’s writhing and squirming, struggling for breath. I free him again.

“Let go! Let it go!”

Deep again, holding him there, sucking and sucking. I know he’s on the brink of exploding, bursting with that hot, salty fluid. His head thrashes from side to side in his current state of delirium. I see his tears as he fights me, holding out. I feel my tears building and I can’t bear it any longer.

“Let it go! I LOVE YOU – NOW LET IT GO!!!” I scream at him and take him back in as I fight the tears back. Sliding up and down, sucking like my life depended on it. I hear him crying out as he bucks, pushing himself deeper. I almost gag but I squeeze his shaft tighter and tighter, stroking faster and faster. More pre-cum floods out. My jaw starts to ache; I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.

Hands grasp me, legs enfold me and his back arches as he finally gives in to his animal needs and surrenders to his orgasm with a series of loud, guttural screams. His delectable cum hits the back of my throat, the roof of my mouth, everywhere. I’m not swallowing it yet – I swirl it round my mouth, savouring it, my tongue pressing it into his shaft. He’s crying and screaming out his orgasm as his penis throbs and pulses between my lips with such ferocity it’s almost frightening. I can feel the tremors from his orgasm echoing down my neck. I shut my eyes and feel my tears falling.

It’s extremely difficult to cry when you’ve got a large, throbbing penis in your mouth!

Cum trickles out as he rests in my mouth and I softly suck and stroke, helping him subside. I stroke his legs as he holds me there. He’s still sobbing with the release, gasping, groaning and swearing. I set him free having swallowed all he’s blessed me with and rest my head on his abdomen – his happy but spent penis safely nested between my breasts. I glance down and see what a good fit we are. It’s a beautiful sight! I can’t put into words the connection I feel at the precise moment in time – emotional, physical and spiritual.

His hands are still entangled in my hair but I don’t care. I kiss his stomach and my tears begin to drop onto his skin. He sits up as I stay down there. It takes a few seconds for him to free his hands then he raises my face to look at him. He’s smiling, laughing and crying all at once – and so am I! His hands tremble as he strokes my face, kissing me. We’re both shaking and trembling with the strength of what’s just happened. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind – but it’s so much better!
“Oh, my word!  I going to do my presentation now, huh?” he jokes. And that’s all it takes to break the tension. I sit up and hug him tight as he kisses my neck and shoulders. “I would go lower but…….”

I laugh “Oh no you don’t!”

This was my gift – my gift to him. Well, to us really. To connect again.

His face is now buried in my cleavage. “What about you – your needs?” Soft kisses rain on my breasts.

“I’ve got what I needed – right here and now. That’s not to say that at some point in the future, I don’t expect more than a little reward for my efforts!”

He throws his head back and laughs. That’s the first time he’s laughed in such a long time. I’ve got him back!

Now I just have to get him tidied up and back to work – much as I would love to keep him here all afternoon and ravish him to within an inch of his life!