Beach Ballin’

When we were newly married, K and I took an excursion to the Canary Islands. Anyone who has ever been there knows they have beautiful beaches. Late one night, after an afternoon of flirting and drinking followed by a light dinner and more drinks, we decided to take a romantic stroll along the beach. It was magnificent. The soothing sounds of the surf, the balmy temperature, the trade winds, and the adult beverages we had enjoyed all day all combined to put us in the mood – me, in particular. There is something about being close to the water, especially oceans, that puts my hormones into overdrive.

At first, we walked hand in hand along the dark beach. We had made our way some distance away from the lights of the nearby hotels. Then hand in hand became hand on each other’s ass. That evolved into hands traveling up and down each other’s back. We were still walking – actually somewhat stumbling, lol. That led to a stop to admire the beauty of the ocean. The romance of being newly married was overwhelming. We embraced one another right there on the beach and began making out.

Dropping to our knees in the sand, I assertively pushed K onto his back as I got on top of my man. We kissed deeply, our tongues dancing together. He reached down and pulled over my head the skimpy little coverall I was wearing. I had no bra or panties on. I was naked on the sand, French-kissing my husband. Working my way down his chest and tummy with my lips and tongue, I stopped long enough to pull out his cock. It was hard and ready to go! After a few moments of enjoying his dick, I shifted positions so we could 69 for a while. The combination of his penis in my mouth and his tongue exploring my clit was driving me crazy-horny.

Shifting positions again, I got on my back. I spread my legs for him and asked him to make love to me right there on the beach. It was late, it was dark, and there was no one in sight. So we did it right there. I can’t express the beauty and romance of making love beside the ocean. The scent of the salty sea air and the sounds of the gentle surf were intoxicating. It was like we were one with nature. Everything was perfect with the world as I wrapped my arms and legs around K and passionately kissed him. I savored the sensation of his penis working slowly in and out of my pussy. We were one, in perfect rhythm with the universe and each other right there on the beach. That is until a blinding spotlight illuminated us.

We didn’t know what was happening. Our senses were somewhat dulled by the erotic feelings of the moment and the lingering effects of our drinks. I remember K pulling out as we quickly stopped and stood up. All I remember was standing there in the nude, facing the spotlight. Why I didn’t cower and quickly put my coverall back on, I will never know. Fight or flight, I guess.

As the light got closer, it became apparent it was a high powered flashlight. A man wearing a uniform held it. In the Canary Islands, they are called “Federals.” He shined the light into my face, then into K’s face. Then it traveled down my nude body. I’m not sure if he did the same to my husband. He was close enough that we could make out his dark complexion and well-manicured little mustache. He and I looked at each other for a few moments, neither one saying a word. Finally, the gentleman broke out into a huge grin and said something to us in Spanish. Neither K nor I speak Spanish.

I was still standing there naked, facing him full on. Then he started laughing and pointed his flashlight to my coverall on the sand. At that point, I realized I was nude. Quickly, I grabbed the coverall and, turning my back to him, put it back on.

When I turned around, he was still smiling and pointed back towards the line of hotels we came from. He kept gesturing and pointing until finally, we understood. Instead of busting us for having sex on the beach, he was giving us a break and telling us to go back to our hotel. He didn’t have to tell us twice. K and I both said, “Gracias.” Hand in hand, we began our trek back towards our lodgings. I turned around to wave goodbye once more. I saw his flashlight working its way further down the beach in the opposite direction.

We were now jolted back to reality by our encounter with local law enforcement. When our hotel came into view, it hit me. I stopped and said to K, “How long do you think he watched us making love on the beach before turning his light on us?” We pondered that image for a few seconds, then both started laughing as we made our way back to our hotel. Back in our room, we finished what we started.