A Sensual Trip to the Beach (L)

It is a brilliant blue sunshine-filled fall morning. I pull from the garage to our front door in my Mazda Miata with the top down. You open the door and breeze down the walkway to the car. You are stunning in your short, dark blue Fredericks of Hollywood “fuck me” dress with thin shoulder straps. Your body is tanned the color of bronze and you wear sandals with leather tie straps wrapped around your ankles.

You are my wife—the epitome of beauty, fitness, health, and sex.

I reach across and open the door for you, commenting on how ravishing you look. In response, I receive a hug and a long deep kiss. As your arms drop from my neck your hand brushes gently across my crotch. Your sensuous presence and your scent permeates and blends with the smell of the car—Shalimar and leather and you. You settle into the feel of the interior as I accelerate and thrust through the gearbox.

Best of Springsteen is in the CD player, and “Hungry Heart” begins to play. We head toward the barrier island beach some ten miles from our home. Both absorbed in the music, we relish the sense of total freedom as the wind blows our hair. We smell the freshness of the salty air and feel the warmth of the sun on our faces.

I look at you and smile a big Cheshire grin. I know that I am a lucky man to have a woman like you beside me. I reach over and tenderly move my hand up your forearm, tickling the inside of your upper and lower arm. As I approach your shoulder, I cup your breast. It feels so firm. I rotate my thumb and forefinger around your nipple until it gets hard, then begin to pinch it until you start to squirm.

We take the turn for Island Beach State Park. Approaching the entrance, we notice that we’re one of the few cars on this beautiful mid-week September morning. I get bolder as we enter the park, slowly caressing your thigh and starting to lift up your dress. I reach underneath to feel the soft silk of your thong. Ever so slowly, I slide the thong down your legs until it’s clutched in my hand. You look over at me with a naughty look in your eyes and ask, “Now what, handsome?”

I bring your red thong up to my nose and smell it as I drive. There is a musky scent, quite fragrant and stimulating. I lick the inside of the crotch and can taste your juices. This gets me highly aroused, and you reach over to fondle the erection forming in my pants. I reach over to you with the thong in my hand, and you too smell and lick the crotch. Then I lower my hand back between your legs, probing your labia with my fingers and feeling the softness of your downy pubic hair.

I gently stimulate and rub the area around your clitoris. You let out a moan and tug at my hand, encouraging me to directly touch your clit. I hesitate, letting the sexual tension build within you. You reach over and rub my crotch through my pants, finding me rigid and hard as you stroke the full shaft of my dick.

Your clit is wet as I touch you where you like it. But you sense now that I need some help. So you join in with your right hand and rub your fingertips along the lips of your pussy. My fingers begin working your clit as yours caress the edges of your opening. You lose all inhibition, grabbing and tugging at me with your left hand. At the same time, you finger-fuck yourself with your right.

I pull into one of the remote oceanside parking lots mainly used by fishermen, parking as quickly as I can. Together, we both get you off as you scream, “Yes….Yes!….Yes!!….”

Then you lay back in the passenger seat to catch your breath. After a few moments, I head to the trunk for a soft comforter that we keep there. I walk over to your door and open it, caressing you and giving you a deep French kiss, before walking you toward the back of the car. Once there, I help you up to sit on the trunk with your feet on the bumper.

Next, I take the straps of your dress and lower the top to your waist. Tenderly, I fondle your breasts, sucking and licking them as you sit on the trunk. Then I lick my way down from your breasts to your navel while feeling my way up from your thighs to your pussy. Your dress is bunched up at your waist as I begin to lick your pussy lips. They taste so good! I move up to put my tongue on your clit and flick it back and forth.

Your fingers apply pressure above your pubic bone to expose your clit to my licking. I place your clit between my lips and suck, suck, suck; I know that drives you crazy with desire. As I do, I insert one and then two fingers into your vagina, pumping slowly at first and then faster and harder. Your hips reciprocate each thrust.

Now we are both ready to fuck. I pull you to the edge of the trunk, take off my pants, and place my rock hard penis at the opening of your pussy. At the same time, our pelvises lunge toward each other. I penetrate you in one strong impulsion.

With my cock buried inside you, we rock back and forth and grind our crotches together in ecstasy. We inevitably start the pumping that we both want so much—sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes tender, sometimes hard. We orchestrate the sexual tension to a frenzy. Finally, neither of us can’t stand it any longer, and we fuck each other harder and faster. Our breathing is rapid and our bodies are sweaty. We bring each other to orgasmic bliss and collapse in each other’s arms.

After we regain our composure, we get dressed. I take your hand and the comforter and we head for the pathway to the beach.