Beauty and the Beach... Again, a short story by Dragon Slayer. Date added: 2012-01-20. Times viewed: 5969.
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- Intro: A stranger watches a couple having sex on the beach and gives a solo performance of his own. F/M, Exhib, Voy, Solo M,
Beauty and the Beach… Again
The next day, we decided to return to the beach for some more sun and fun. My wife wore a thin, almost see-through white summer dress that buttoned all the way up the front hugging the curves of her breasts, outlining their fullness and shape perfectly. A lot of her cleavage peaked out of the plunging neckline. From the waist, the skirt section splayed outwards to just below her arse. It was obvious that she wore nothing else apart from her high heeled sandals. I wore only a pair of shorts and a pair of sandals. Apart from that, we had our beach bag containing our swim suits should we need them, two large beach towels, sun screen, our room key and money.
We set off just after lunch and the heat from the sun was quite overpowering so we decided to stop for a refreshing drink at the beach bar where I had sat and watched my wife seductively sunbathe the previous day. It was quite busy but we managed to find a spare table next to the bar.
“OK, so what do you want to drink?” I asked once we were seated comfortably.
“A Pimms with lots of ice would go down well,” she said, then leaned towards me and whispered, “but not as well as you going down, mind you.”
“Cheeky,” I replied with a smile, and went to the bar to order her drink and a cold beer for myself.
While I waited for our drinks I looked around the bar. There were two families at one end, but in the main it was mostly couples or small groups. At an adjacent table to us, a group of four lads, probably in their early twenties were boisterously laughing and joking about something. All of them, except for one, were facing away from our table, but I couldn't help notice that the fourth one was facing directly towards my wife. He was not joining in with his friend’s raucousness, but appeared to be taking more notice of my wife and looking straight at her. I noticed that my wife also caught him staring. He held his stare and my wife was forced to look away, but within a few seconds she found herself looking back at him, this time giving him a slight smile. The cheeky bastard smiled back, but returned to the conversation with his mates when I returned to our table with our drinks.
“You look a bit hot, darling,” I said.
“Mmm yes, a bit,” she replied, surreptitiously nodding her head towards her admirer when he was not looking.
“I saw,” I said.
We sat looking at the people on the beach and enjoying our cool refreshing drinks. Our glasses were soon very wet with condensation, and not realising it, some of the water dripped off the glass and landed, with absolute precision, on my wife’s right nipple. She let out a tiny yelp and raised her left arm to cover her breast and take away the shock of the cold. The shock didn't last long but, as she lowered her arm, we saw that the wet material was now sticking to her breast. Her nipple instantly became erect at the sudden coldness pushing against the wet and now translucent patch of her dress. The hard nipple and her surrounding dark areola could then be clearly seen through the thin dress.
“Wow, a wet dress competition; that’s a good idea,” I joked, “but I'm not complaining. Don't cover it up; leave it, darling, you look great.”
She did as I asked, but then noticed that her admirer on the next table was also looking at her, his eyes transfixed on her almost exposed nipple. She instinctively moved to cover up, but I took her hand and leant towards her and kissed her neck.
“No, leave it,” I whispered in her ear, “make his day and let him see you. What harm can it do?”
“Alright,” she said, “in another hour I'll be showing a hell of a lot more than this to the world.”
She sat up and proudly jutted her chest out making the material stretch tightly across her breasts, both nipples now erect and clearly outlined under the dress. She was now revelling in the fact that this complete stranger couldn't take his eyes off her. We continued to make small talk but both of us were fully aware of the additional attention she was getting from the young man. She loosened the top two buttons on her dress and it parted to reveal the deep valley between her breasts as they tried to push free of the garment.
“Watch him,” she whispered to me.
My wife swivelled slowly to face the man until her knees were pointing directly towards him. She shuffled on her chair to rest her feet on an unused chair and eased her dress up to just cover her pussy. Then, very slowly, she parted her knees, only an inch or two, but enough to sense the cool air on her inner thighs. While still making small talk with me, she glanced around but could see only one person looking her way, and he hadn't stopped since the water fell on her nipple. He smiled again at her, but she pretended that she hadn't noticed him. She then casually lowered her right leg to the side of the chair and dangled it there. This had the effect of making her dress ride up even more, not exposing her directly but it ensured that, from where the guy was sitting, he was looking directly at her pink, luscious labia lips. Now it was his turn to blush; he initially dropped his gaze, but when he realised that my wife hadn't moved, he was compelled to look back, savouring the view.
She stayed like that for two or three minutes, occasionally glancing in his direction with a girlish smirk on her face, and then turning back to me give me her full attention. Several times, she lovingly ran a hand down my face or chest, fully aware of the lustful attention she was receiving from the man at the next table. She glanced across one more time, gave a pleasant smile, and then stood up to stand close against me. She finished her drink and bent over to kiss me; I could not see whether my wife was flashing her tits or more of her pussy, but I did see the envy on his face.
“That was nice, what prompted that?” I asked.
“You know,” she replied with a smile.
I finished off my drink, and, taking my wife’s hand, I then led the way down onto the beach. As my wife passed the lad, she pulled me to a momentary stop.
“Enjoy the show?” she leant towards him and asked.
“You bet,” he replied.
“Good,” my wife replied, “now I'm going to make love to my husband.”
With that, she smiled and allowed me to continue to lead her out of the beach bar.
“You little cockteaser,” I chastised her, but with a smile on my face. “I can't take my eyes off you in public for a second, can I?”
My wife was still buzzing from the thrill of her antics. She couldn't help smiling but feigned remorse, lowering her head and sticking her bottom lip out, before breaking out into a broad grin.
We set off along the busy beach, walking hand in hand as the small waves lapped over our feet. It was quite a stroll before the beachgoers thinned out to an area of sand dunes often frequented by those who loved the freedom of being naked. There was a deep line of sand dunes running along the back of the wide beach and we climbed up the bank of one of the dunes.
We found a convenient hollow of sand, surrounded by tall grasses and placed our beach towels in the middle. Without bothering to look around, my wife lifted her dress up and over her head, and then stood there, naked in all her glory. I wasn't far behind her, discarding my shorts onto the sand. Then, stepping across the towels to reach her, I pulled her into me and gave her a hard, lingering kiss. When I finished, I gave her a playful smack on her bottom.
“That's for being a naughty girl,” I said and smacking her again, I added, “and that’s for being such a cock tease.”
“I promise I'll make up for it,” she said as she gave my hardening cock a stroke.
I retrieved the sun screen from the beach bag and squirted an ample amount onto my wife’s back and then spread it evenly, down to her bum cheeks. I always have my wife standing while I put it on her, it’s much more fun and I can admire her body glistening when I am finished. I applied more to those cheeks, massaging them with my now slippery hands, and then down the backs of both legs. After turning her around to face me, I placed the neck of the bottle over her left breast and slowly squeezed. A thin stream of cream slowly trickled down towards the nipple where it split into two, flowing around the proud, erect bud. I waited until it reached her stomach and then began to rub it in, starting from there and working up in the direction it started from, paying special attention to the soft skin of her breast; and then repeating the action with the other side. I then poured more sunscreen across her stomach and allowed it to flow down both legs before, again, working up from her ankles. When I reached the top of her legs, I went either side of her labia, smoothing my hands over her hips and avoiding any contact with her outer lips. Then, finally, I poured a small amount just above her pussy and spread the lotion down her parted legs, running the palm of my hands and my fingers around and over her lips, spending more time than was actually needed, but I enjoyed every moment; as did my wife.
She then took the bottle and completed her face before starting on me. She placed a hand on my shoulder, and turned my back to her. She poured the, now hot, lotion onto my shoulders and smoothed it all over my back and arms. More lotion was poured onto my lower back and it trickled down over and between my buttocks. She eagerly spread it over my taught bottom, feeling me tense as she slid a hand between my legs and pressed upwards and into my crease. She rubbed the lotion into the skin beneath the base of my balls before slathering my legs. I stood still as my wife walked around to face me. She poured a large amount onto my chest and sensuously massaged it into my chest and stomach, cheekily pinching my nipples and tickling my stomach with her fingernails. Finally, she poured an amount into her palms and massaged the lotion into my cock and balls, not finishing until my cock was rock hard and only seconds from cumming, with my chin resting on one of her shoulders.
I lay down on my towel and gazed up at my wife, standing to the side of me, so proud to be seen with her; I just loved everything about her.
“I love you so much,” I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her hard on the lips when she lay down beside me.
We spent an age like this, kissing and softly running our hands over each other's slippery skin, but not touching each other’s genitals. Soon we reached the point when we could no longer delay our lust for each other.
“Come on, I want this inside me… now,” my wife said taking my cock into her hand.
I moved to roll on top of her, but she stopped me and climbed on top herself. She sat on my upper thighs, not letting go of my cock, rubbing the oil that was on her hands up and down it. My foreskin rolled back easily and she pulled it down as far as it would go. Holding it upright, she wriggled forward so that her pussy was directly over it and then she placed the tip inside her labia and sat down. She stayed there, perfectly still, marvelling at the amazing design of our respective sex organs and the pleasure that we got from them. She lowered herself down onto me and idly looked around at the surrounding dunes, when she suddenly twitched.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“You'll never believe it,” she said, nodding in the general direction of the voyeur. “That guy from the beach bar is sat just over there, watching us.”
“Is he indeed?” I smirked, “you must have made quite an impression.”
I craned my neck around to see him sitting on a dune, not more than twenty feet away. He appeared to be well settled, his chest was bare and well toned. He must have arrived while we were cuddling on the blanket.
“Ignore the cocky bugger; if he wants to watch, let him.”
“And you call me an exhibitionist.” she laughed, “but hell, why not.”
She started to rock up and down on my cock, enjoying the feeling of it filling her up and rubbing against her clitoris. She clawed at my chest but I could tell that our voyeur was distracting her, she couldn't resist glancing around at her, not so secret, admirer.
I looked over to see him; he was still there, kneeling up and completely naked, his large, engorged cock standing upright in front of him. He made no attempt to cover up as we both watched him pull back his foreskin and wave his cock at us. This seemed to affect my wife as she started to vigorously ride me, fondling her breasts with her left hand and rubbing her clitoris with her other.
I lifted my wife off my cock and repositioned her on her hands and knees facing our voyeur. Kneeling behind her, I pushed two fingers into her pussy; she was soaking wet, her juices were saturating my hand and running down her leg. Grasping her hips with both hands I unceremoniously sank my full length into her cunt. Both of us could now watch the stranger as we fucked. Although he could not see my wife’s cunt being pounded by my cock, he did have a perfect view of her tits swinging freely beneath her.
The stranger was now vigorously wanking and even from a distance, I could see the large veins bulging and pumping blood into his cock, which I could now see was absolutely huge.
My wife was now gathering pace rocking and grinding back onto my cock to meet my thrusting but she held her head up, unable to remove her gaze from the other man. He was yanking his foreskin back with a force that nearly made me wince, his large menacing, purple cock head pointing prominently at us.
His pace got ever quicker and his spine arched back, making his cock look even bigger, if that was possible. My wife responded by rubbing her clitoris harder and faster, almost in time with him, as I ground into her.
The guy was still looking directly at my wife and she was transfixed on his enormous cock when, with one final thrust, he spurted his load into the air. It arched high and far before landing in the sand between us. He continued to pump several spurts until finally he sat back with his legs apart, fully exposing his still hard cock and huge balls that rested in the sand, still gazing at my wife.
Then it was her turn as her orgasm took hold of her, making her buck and grind into me. Her audible sigh, along with the muscle contractions in her cunt made me cum as I ejaculated my load deep inside her. Her arms collapsed and her head and tits crushed into the towel. When she'd finally recovered, she sat up and kissed me deeply.
She then glanced across to where her audience had been, but he had gone.
“So, do you think he enjoyed the performance?” my wife asked as she looked around for him.
"By the way he reacted, I'd say defiantly; and so did you.”
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