Some time ago I had to travel down to Cape Town for business. As it
was on a Friday, I
decided to book my flight back for the Sunday afternoon rather than
the same day so that I
could spend the weekend down there. I have a small place in one of the
little coastal holiday
towns to the east of Cape Town, and my plan was to spend the weekend
there to get some
peace and quiet.
While I was sitting in the lounge at Durban airport, I suddenly heard
someone calling my
name. I looked up and saw it was a colleague who, as it turned out,
also had an appointment
in Cape Town. We ended up sitting next to each other in the aeroplane,
talking about work-
related things for most of the two-hour flight.
When we landed in Cape Town, we both headed for the rental car desk. Since our
appointments were in close proximity and likely to be of more or less
the same duration, we
cancelled the one vehicle to save cost. I would drop her off at her
destination and pick her up
again later.
A few hours later, I'd picked her up after her engagement and we were
headed back to the
airport. I told her that I was not going to park the car, but just
drop her off as I was heading
further east to my holiday home. She was immediately very interested,
asking lots of questions
about the town and my place. Before I knew what was happening, she had
invited herself
along, and was already on her cell phone to the travel agent, changing
her booking to the
same flight as mine. I was not exactly over the moon with the idea.
Although she was quite a
pretty little thing, and I would be less than honest if I said that
I've only had noble thoughts
about her tight little body, we had never been anything more than
colleagues. She was my
subordinate by two levels, making any relationship not strictly
professional undesirable. I had
been looking forward to a weekend by myself to recharge my batteries,
and now I had gained
an unexpected and undesired companion. However, she was in such
infectious high spirits
that it was impossible to remain depressed.
We arrived at the house and before sundown, went for a quick stroll
along the rocky part of
the beach after opening all the windows and removing the dust covers
from the furniture. We
had an uneventful dinner at a small restaurant, talking mostly about
work and the industry, as
is almost unavoidable whenever two colleagues get together. After
walking home, we retired to
bed, with me taking the main bedroom and she one of the others.
The next morning I was up very early, planning to have a quick
breakfast and then a solitary
walk along the long sandy beach. I love walking in the mornings with
the beach all to myself,
alone with my thoughts and was therefore a little disappointed when
she got up shortly after
me, clearly intent upon tagging along. At least she was ready in a
jiffy, not taking forever like
most women.
We started out from the swimming beach, but soon left the early
morning bathers behind us.
The rising sun was right ahead of us, struggling to break through the
slight bank of fog that
had blown in from the sea during the night, hovering like a luminous,
crimson balloon over
the horizon. The morning chill was still in the air, but because there
was no wind, it wasn't
cold. The damp sand was ice cold and very loose, causing our feet to
go numb and sink to the
ankles with every step, so we walked mostly in silence as it was hard
going and we were
breathing hard.
"This loose sand is killing my calf muscles. Do you really have to set
such a murderous pace?"
she started complaining.
Just what I needed! Who invited her along in the first place? "The
sand is always this loose at
high tide, but it has great benefits."
"And what are those supposed to be? I just find it a royal pain in the
calf muscle!"
I told her that it was normal for this beach to be that loose at high
tide, but that it had the
benefit of giving one a very good workout, as well as almost
guaranteed solitude. In fact, I
said, if one were so inclined, one could easily go naked, because you
can see for miles in
either direction, with the sea on one side and dunes with very dense
vegetation on the other,
with more than enough time to get dressed if anybody approached. I
immediately regretted
saying this, as I realized that I had taken the conversation into a
direction that would be
difficult to reverse.
I was right. She was immediately very interested, and wanted to know
whether I had ever done
it. I realized that I got myself into this fix, and there was no
turning back. I had walked along
this beach in my birthday suit hundreds of times before, and I had no
choice but to tell her so.
For a while we walked in silence, but I just knew that lots of wheels
were turning in her head.
She was an energetic one, and always up to a challenge. I would have
been very surprised if
she were to drop the topic.
Suddenly she said, "Let's do it!" I tried to act stupid and pretend
that I did not know what she
was referring to, but she was like a bulldog and wouldn't let go. I
tried to convince her that
due to our professional relationship it would be a bad idea, but to no
avail. She'd made up
her mind, and wasn't going to be distracted. She quickly turned the
whole thing into a kind of
dare, and my male ego inevitably got the better of my judgment.
It had been my habit when walking on the beach in the nude, to hide
most of my clothes
under a bush, carrying only a pair of shorts in my hand so that I
could cover up if anybody
approached too closely. I therefore proceeded to the dunes, and shoved
our sandals, which
I'd been carrying until then, under the nearest bush. "OK ," I said.
"Last one naked is a rotten
egg!" still clinging to the vague hope that she would chicken out at
the last minute. She did not
frantically start to undress to be the first one naked, but she did
immediately start unbuttoning
her blouse. There was only one thing to do, so I quickly pulled my
shirt over my head, and
pulled my rods and underwear off in one smooth movement.
By then, she had only just removed her blouse, and I had nothing to do
but stand and watch
as her tight young body slowly appeared from the confines of her
clothes, emerging into the
morning sunlight. She unhooked her bra, and leaned slightly forward as
she freed her
medium-sized breasts from the cups. I did not get a good opportunity
to appreciate what they
looked like, as she remained in a bent forward position to remove
first her skirt and then a
brief pair of white panties with pink flowers on them before she stood
up and looked straight
at me for the first time.
Her body was a beautiful golden brown, except for the two white areas
where her bikini has
obviously always hidden the skin from the sun. Her pure white breasts
were perfectly shaped,
and sagged only enough to show that they were real, her nipples
pointing slightly upwards in
that rare 'stargazers' fashion. They were dark brown and stood in
stark contrast to the pearl
white skin of her breasts. Either the excitement of being naked or the
coolness of the ocean
breeze made them stand proud, fully erect at an improbable 20mm long,
and unusually thick
as well, casting shadows over her skin in the oblique morning light.
Her private parts were clean shaven, without even the customary
'landing strip', but I could
not see much more due to my superior height. I had a theory about her
smoothness that
explained her unbridled enthusiasm for getting naked. I guessed she
has always been a born
naturist and exhibitionist, but has never had the opportunity to
practice her natural
preference. The shaven pussy was in a way a compromise, allowing her
to be 'naked' without
taking her clothes off.
While I was examining her body, her eyes was not idle, either. They
grew perceptibly wider as
they took in my clean-shaven (or rather clean-plucked - I hate the
stubble that goes with
shaving) privates. The stirring I had felt down there as I was eyeing
her glorious body may
have had something to do with it too. That was just as well, because
the cool morning air was
not conducive to a great first impression. Not that it really
mattered, but still.
I pushed my shirt under the bush with my sandals, took my shorts in my
one hand and said,
"Let's go get some colour on your white bits!" expecting her to do the
same. Instead, she put
all of her clothes with my shirt, looked up at me and asked, "Why are
you keeping your pants?"
I explained the necessity of being able to cover up when other
beachgoers come near, but
she was unimpressed. "It sounds cowardly! Where's the excitement in
that? I thought you just
brave it in your birthday suit and duck for cover when necessary!"
This was rapidly turning into much more than I expected it to be. I'd
walked on this beach
without a stitch of clothing more times than I could remember, but
doing it without having
something ready? This was going to be very new. I did not even try to
dissuade her, knowing
before I started that it would be futile. What I had here was a
natural exhibitionist and nudist
who had been set free, and once given her freedom, she was going to
embrace it with
unbridled enthusiasm. That was very clear. I sheepishly pushed my
shorts under the bush with
the rest of our clothing, together with my last hope of modesty. "OK"
I said, "Let's go!"
We ran the thirty meters or so back to the beach, into the shallow
breakers. We were like two
little children coming to the ocean for the very first time, and we
frolicked and playfully
splashed water at each other. I had to admit that it was a new feeling
of total freedom, and I
couldn't believe what a difference simply dropping your last bit of
insurance made. I guess her
spontaneous nature also made a big difference, and the ten year age
difference seemed to
disappear altogether (to me at least). I felt younger and more
energetic than I had done for
many years.
We soon started walking along the beach again, and I stopped
frequently to look at stuff
washed up on the beach. Although one does find the odd interesting
thing on the beach, my
real reason was to have an excuse to fall behind slightly, and while
catching up with her again,
having lots of time to ogle her beautiful body and jiggling arse. The
sight was enough to keep
my penis in a permanent state of semi-erection, causing it to flip
left and right as I walked,
slapping my legs alternately, keeping a steady rhythm as we walked.
This seemed to amuse her
no end, and she kept looking down at my crotch, finally asking if
'that thing' ever relaxed.
On a number of occasions, we had to make a dash for the bushes on the
dunes when other
people appeared, but because one can see so far up and down the beach,
we always had
enough time to get to cover. After a while, we started to get hungry,
and decided to turn back.
Not long after that, a group of teenagers suddenly appeared from
around a slight curvature of
the beach, and we had to make a mad dash for the dunes. By chance, we
found a good
hiding spot amongst a couple of low bushes, and crouched there
silently, waiting for the
group to pass, but we were out of luck. The kids decided to pick the
spot against the slope of
the dune, directly in front of our hiding place, to settle down. They
were clearly planning on
staying there for a while, because they had cooler boxes with cold
drinks and lots of snacks
with them. We were peering at them through the lower branches of the
bushes separating us,
standing on hands and knees and crouching down very low. I retreated
into the open sandy
spot amongst the bushes when I realized that they were going to stay
there for a while. She
was still looking at them from under the bushes, with her head low to
the ground and her
perfect heart-shaped arse sticking up into the air. Her puckered brown
anus was on display
and below that, her plump little pussy was pouting sulkily at me, her
inner folds spilling out
from her smooth outer lips. I just love "outies"! I just stared at it
for a while to enjoy the sight,
while my semi-erection went rigidly to attention for the pure beauty
of it. I simply could not
resist. I licked my index and middle finger, and ran them up her
vagina in one smooth stroke.
As it turned out, the licking wasn' t even necessary. She was already
as slippery as you could
wish for, which made me suspect that all that arse-in-the -air stuff
was purely for my benefit,
and definitely no innocent coincidence. The fact that she did not even
look back at me, but
just stuck her fist in her mouth to stop the cry of pleasure,
confirmed my suspicions.
I seized the opportunity and gave her pussy a good work-out ,
alternating between rubbing
the inside of her vagina, ramming my fingers in and out and teasing
her now erect and sizable
clitoris. I briefly took my fingers out of her vagina to move my arm
around the front of her
body so that I could reach her clitoris more easily, and also pushed
my groin right up against
her buttocks, using my left hand to reach for her breasts. While my
left hand was kneading
and massaging those gorgeous mounds, rolling those monster nipples
between my fingers,
pulling and teasing them till they were like 9mm bullets, my right was
rubbing her button and
fingering her pussy.
All of a sudden I felt her body go rigid against mine, her pelvis
pushing forward, grinding her
pussy against my hand. Her vagina contracted so tightly around my
fingers that I could
scarcely move them, while waves of rippling contractions flooded
through her pussy. She still
had her fist in her mouth to stifle her moans, but some guttural
animal noises did escape, and
I heard one of the kids say, "What was that?"
After her orgasm that must have set some kind of record for duration,
she wanted to collapse
in the sand, but I was having none of it and kept her in the kneeling
position, positioned my
penis at her entrance without even having to guide it with my hand,
and rammed home. Her
tunnel was extremely slippery from all the love juices she'd secreted,
but somehow the
squelching and slurping noises did not carry to the teenagers, who
just carried on talking and
laughing. My dick had been aching for this moment, but due to the
slipperiness of her cunt, I
was lasting much longer than I expected to, and it wasn't long before
she orgasmed again,
struggling to keep her cries of pleasure down. The ripples of the
contractions in her vaginal
walls had a milking action on my member, but I was so impressed with
my own staying power
that I set myself the goal of making her come a third time. I nearly
did not make it and as soon
as I saw her stick her fist in her mouth again, my whole body started
jerking, my nuts pulled
up into my stomach and I flooded her vagina with semen, the excess
running down the
insides of her thighs and dripping from my ball sack, coagulating in
the sand. Finally, her legs
gave way and we collapsed in an untidy heap.
The frantic sex, combined with the exhilaration of the danger of
discovery had exhausted us,
and we lay tangled together, breathing hard, with the teenage party
carrying on in front of us
all the while. After five minutes or so, I rolled off her onto my
back, and she turned over as
well, lying on her back next to me. She turned her head towards me and
kissed me on the
mouth. Our tongues feverishly sought each other, and somehow our hands
got together, our
fingers locking. While I probed her mouth, I thought how strange it
was to get naked with a
girl and have great sex before I'd even kissed her or held hands!
When she finally pulled her mouth away, she whispered that she'd got
some sand in her
pussy, causing intense discomfort. This was a bit of a problem, as we
had no means of rinsing
it out. There was only one solution, so I buried my head between her
thighs and licked her
clean, spitting out the sand. I enjoy going down on a girl and love
the taste, but I'd never
done it after sex, so the spunk and pussy juice cocktail was very new
to me, but not altogether
unpleasant.
Once I had all the sand out, I carried on licking her, and her stifled
moans told me that my
efforts were appreciated. For a long time, I just licked around her
lips, tracing down the silky
skin of the insides of her thighs, brushing her lips very lightly just
every now and again, and
lightly flicking her very prominent clit. Her whole body was bucking
all the time, and she kept
lifting her arse off the sand, trying to push herself deeper into my
mouth. I started licking her
outer lips in earnest, sucking her smaller folds in and out, while
licking them every time they
were sucked into my mouth. Then my tongue started darting in and out
of her vagina, pushing
in as far as I could reach and licking her inside in circles, flicking
her clit with the tip of my nose.
She started pushing my head into her moistness, her fingers tangled in
my hair. Changing
tactics, I moved all my attention to her engorged clitoris, which
looked just like a miniature
penis by now, the hood fully retracted. I sucked it in and out of my
mouth, my tongue doing
laps around it, massaging its sensitive head. When she came, it was as
if the spasms totally
consumed her cunt, the ripples running from her vagina to her lips,
her nub jerking like an
ejaculating penis. A jet of fluid squirted onto my chin, and I quickly
moved down to catch it in
my mouth, as it was followed by a second and a third. This time a cry
did escape past her fist,
but luckily, just then a roar of laughter erupted from the group,
probably following a joke
someone told.
I moved up onto her body, kissing her gently on the mouth,
transferring the taste of her own
secretions to her tongue while entering her, my dick like a battering
ram again. Having
orgasmed only minutes before, I knew I wouldn't come quickly, and I
settled into a slow
rhythmic fuck. However, having recently come a number of times did not
appear to have any
effect on her ability to climax again, as she had orgasms roughly
every five minutes. Most of
them were relatively weak, but the others necessitated her stifling
her moans again. I moved
my head slightly downwards, and for the first time took those amazing
nipples in my mouth,
rolling them with my tongue, sucking them deep into my mouth together
with the areolas and
gently nibbling them with my teeth, and incredibly, they grew larger
still until they were like
champagne corks. I was in a feeding frenzy, using my fingers to stuff
more tit into my mouth,
sucking and chewing on them until they were raw, all the while spurred
on by her moans of
ecstasy.
It was an amazing experience. The sun was shining warmly on my arse
cheeks and back, my
dick magically remained rock hard, I was screwing this beautiful woman
without stopping,
while she came and came and came, the rippling contractions of each
climax adding to the
pleasure my dick was feeling. When after a long time my leg and arm
muscles started
protesting, I increased the pace. I lifted her legs and hooked them
over my shoulders, putting
her pussy at an angle where I could get maximum penetration, and
started fucking her hard.
With each thrust I shoved in as far as I could, my balls making
slapping sounds against her
arse. How on earth the kids did not notice, I don't know. After fifty
or so thrusts, she had
another massive orgasm, and must have ejaculated again, for suddenly
copious amounts of
juices squirted out with every thrust. The rippling contractions of
her climax pushed me over
the edge. I pulled out of her and squirted jet after jet onto her
belly and chest, which she
proceeded to massage into her tits, licking her fingers afterwards. I
dropped down on my back
next to her, struggling to breathe evenly.
I was hoping to get some rest by now, but this girl had other plans.
No sooner had I laid
down, or she was on her knees between my legs, trying to (literally)
blow new life into my dick.
At first nothing happened, but she was determined and wrapped her
titties around my dick.
Amazingly, it did the trick and slowly life returned to my trusted
friend. Once he was back to a
respectable size, she let go with her tits and returned to sucking.
She was no beginner at this
and knew exactly what to do. The one minute her head was bobbing up
and down as she
took me in and out, taking almost my full length on every down stroke,
the next she was
sucking my glans while running her tongue around and around, sending
waves of exquisite
pleasure through my entire body. Then my balls got the same treatment
as she took then the
one smooth ball, then the other, sometimes both into her mouth, her
tongue doing laps like a
trained long distance athlete. She also gave me the surprise of the
afternoon when she
suddenly stuck a finger into my arsehole, angling it upward to massage
my prostate, never
missing a stroke or a lick with my penis. I did not last long after
this, and my balls rode up as I
pumped the first load of semen into her waiting mouth, the second one
hitting her on the one
eyebrow as she accidentally let me slip from her mouth. The rest went
into her mouth again as
she sucked and milked me until I was done. She sat up and smiled at
me, her lips shining with
semen, and some running down her chin. The glob that hit her on the
eyebrow was running
into her eye, and she brushed it away with the back of her hand. She
leaned forward and
kissed me passionately, tasting of my own semen.