Last week this girl i really dig took a nighttime stroll with me onto the beach to lay by the water's edge and soak up the white-noise vibrations of the crashing shorebreak, and as the energy between us tends to leap from cool to hot and back again, we found ourselves grinding furiously and making out on a lonely-feeling expanse of sand at a time where most people would be out at bars, getting their major-league swerve on.
As the expansive tendency of heat would dictate, one thing led quickly to another and we found ourselves grinning evil grins and deciding that here and now would be as good a time and place as any to feel each other a little more deeply, with a little more abandon than our first time together. What is it about fleece tops, breaking waves, sarongs and outdoor sex?
One would need a machete to cut through the thick air of anticipation as we decided what must happen, will be.
She had abundant swell to ride, my tongue was flowing with her flooding tide. So we stripped our lower halves and got down to the pleasurable business of fucking, immediately signing on the dotted line. And despite the funky logistics of sex on the sand, she soon found her express train to lala land.
As she's cumming, these kids a few hundred feet away coincidentally, i should say simultaneously, fire off some bottle rockets into the water, unaware i think, of our presence. The 'bonus fireworks' synchronize quite nicely with her own internal show, and all is quite fine and dandy in her world.
We switch positions and i am just starting to find a comfortable rhythm, just starting to feel the potential flavor of fucking this awesome creature. Fucking like I Like To Fuck on my birthday thank you. Energy, synergy, chemistry, it's time to tear her asunder.
Out of the blackness a hovering police chopper decides it's time to supremely block my cock and ice my vibe by shining his spotlight on us, causing us naturally to get a couple more tasty pumps in before we scurry to pack up and roll. Uh-oh, naughty kids having public sex, beware the reach of the long arms of the law.
I have yet to properly fuck this woman, and it's driving me up the wall. I see my dick in the eerie glow of the helicopter spotlight, and wonder if i'll ever see it through a mosaic filter on Cops. We make light of the situation and return to the walking path. I now curse those blasted kids, only allowing me a teasing taste of her before spoiling my despoiling of her yummy body and vibe.
The reinforcements pour in as an ATV piloted by a uniformed protector of the peace comes in to question us as to our activity. When asked, the girl straight-up admits to having sex on the beach, shocking me and catching him off-guard. He then gets to the Meat of the Matter, catching us by suprise by asking us if we were The Ones Shooting Off Fireworks. We respond dumbfounded, wondering what sort of sexual acrobatics and zen mastery would be necessary to achieve both at the same time.
We point him in the vague general direction of the alleged perpretators and ask the cop for a light. He obviously has none and bodes us well as he slips into the darkness of the night, his two-stroke hum a laughing reminder of this funny episode. More like a another cosmic mocking from the mysterious origin: she gets an orgasm and fireworks, i get the romantic glow of helicopter spotlights.
