Beach Party with a Stranger, a short story by Dragon Slayer. Date added: 2011-10-01. Times viewed: 8645.
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- Intro: Inhibitions cast aside on holiday. Slutwife. F/M. Oral. Exhib/Voy.
BEACH PARTY WITH A STRANGER
Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve had hidden exhibitionist fantasies. Dreaming about deliberately exposing myself in public places to complete strangers always gets me damp and eager to fuck. I’ve never had the guts to act out these fantasies until now, however. I’m thirty two and married to Vincent. This summer my husband and I went on holiday to a Spanish island and while we were there, something happened that pushed me past my fear.
We had gone to one of the tourist nights that the hotel organised for their guests, a beach bonfire and barbeque party. Vinnie ate and drank way too much. Before long, he turned green and started vomiting. He said he would go back to the room and lie down. I said I understood but wanted to stay a while longer and enjoy the fun. Vinnie was happy for me to stay and enjoy myself as he would be better left alone in peace and quiet.
As the evening wore on, the older people started drifting away and the younger people that stayed started getting louder and rowdier. One girl started doing a fake striptease on the stage beside the DJ, lifting her skirt and flashing her legs, but she was wearing a bikini, which despite chanting pleas from those watching refused to take off. However I did see a few girls proudly displaying their breasts. That got me thinking and fantasising, daring myself to carry out my exhibitionist fantasy.
I was wearing a tiny bra and panty set that would easily pass as a bikini, as long as it stayed dry, with a wrap skirt over it. I moved away from the bonfire and down on the beach for a short walk, intending to go further than the young girls by slipping my panties off.
Walking away from the party and hotel, I noticed a movement in a shadowy area, concealed by a few trees. I stopped and looked closer. A tourist woman, about forty, who I had seen around our hotel, was kneeling on the sand beside a young local boy who looked to be in his twenties. The local lad was lying on his back on a blanket and the woman was giving him a blowjob. As I watched, the woman stood up and gathered her skirt around her waist and pushed her panties down to the sand. Wriggling, she removed them and then straddled the young man, facing his feet. I saw he was completely naked with a large erection pointing straight up. She settled herself over him, reaching behind herself to grasp his cock and guide it into her pussy. Then she started riding up and down with one hand under her skirt. Lust and envy surged up within me and I quickly removed my panties. After watching for a few more minutes, I turned away and looked back at the bonfire and dwindling party-goers on the beach.
I decided that I didn’t really have an opportunity to do anything naughty there, so I kept going down the beach, in the direction that I had been walking. I couldn’t get the image out of my mind of that older woman fucking a young stud out there on the beach. I checked that no one was close by so I took off my panties and tucked them into the waistband of my skirt. I rotated the waistband of my skirt around my waist so that the overlapping flap was against the front of my right leg. That way, when I walked, it kept opening up and showing a lot of leg. It also made it easy for me to slip my hand inside where I could touch myself or flip it open if I dared.
I came to a rocky outcrop that started part way up the beach and extended out into the water. I saw a large rock, smoothed by centuries of the sea washing over it and I sat down on it and untied my skirt. Now, if I held it, it stayed closed; but if I wanted to, I could open it up like a towel and sit on it completely naked except for my bikini top. I opened it up and closed it again a few times to get used to the idea while I was alone. It felt really great to be sitting out there naked, but it took some getting used to. I covered myself up a couple of times when people walked by.
Finally, I saw a man approaching. My skirt was already open and, with a deep breath and beating heart, I turned to face him with my right leg extended along the rock and my left leg dangled over the side. I wiggled my toes into the sand to steady my position. Reaching behind me, I unfastened my bra and took it off. Then I lay back on the rock, completely naked, and waited to see what would happen.
I saw the man change course and head directly towards me. My heart raced with both fear and anticipation as he approached me. Without saying a word, he knelt between my knees and spread my left leg out further. Then he lowered his head and gently kissed my thigh, just a few inches away from my pussy. From there, he nibbled and licked his way to my outer lips and into my wet pussy.
For a second I thought about Vinnie and pictured myself throwing a major tantrum if I ever walked in and saw another woman going down on him or vice versa. A shiver of guilt and shame mingled with a tingle of pure excitement washed over me as I realised I was at the mercy of this stranger; much further than I had intended to take the fantasy.
Waves of pleasure washed over me as this stranger’s tongue flicked lightly and rapidly over my clit. Then he did something that Vinnie had never done and it caused such an explosion of intensity that it pushed all other thoughts, sensations and awareness’s away. He put his lips over my clitoris and sucked it into his mouth. Then he rolled the bud with his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he sucked the shaft hard in and out, the way I like to suck a cock. I started cumming and cumming with one earth-shattering climax after another in endless waves. Each orgasm was more intense than the one before and I lost all control of my body. I could feel slick wetness running down my thighs into the crack of my arse in a steady flow. To this day, I don’t know if that was an unusually heavy flow of lubrication or if I lost control of my bladder. Anyway, I was shaking and trembling and my legs were jerking and my breasts were heaving as I gasped and struggled for air.
I think I may have passed out, because I don’t remember him changing positions or removing his shorts. The next thing I knew, both my legs were straddling the rock and he was lying on top of me, fucking me for all he was worth. The thought that I was giving myself to another man, without my husband’s knowledge or consent, filled me with strange feelings of hedonistic power and lust. A cool breeze reminded me that not only was I cheating on my husband, but that I was doing it in a public place, exposing my most private body parts to complete strangers.
I glanced around and got excited all over again to find that we had an audience of three other men and one woman. At that moment, I felt the man on top of me thrust extra deep, holding his cock deep inside me as he pumped me full of cum. The knowledge that a stranger’s cum was flooding my pussy, the stimulation of his pubic bone crashing into my clit and not least the appreciative noises from our audience brought me to another strong and noisy orgasm. I grabbed his arse and pulled him into me as my muscles squeezed his cock, trying to wring out every drop of cum and keep it inside me.
When he finished, he stood up and rather shakily, I noted with satisfaction, pulled up his shorts. As he was doing that, I took the opportunity to sit up and wrap my skirt around myself again, which seemed to discourage at least one hopeful spectator from initiating a repeat performance. As my audience slipped away, I put my bra and panties back on and returned nonchalantly back to the hotel room to find my poor husband snoring peacefully, fully clothed lying across the bed.
Sunbathing by the pool the next day, I saw my new lover approach me.
“Last night’s beach party was terrific,” he said, “I hope to see you there again tonight.”
With that, he sauntered off over to the other side of the pool.
“Who’s he?” Vinnie asked.
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