The day was sunny at my favourite beach. I parked the car facing out towards the sea. The usual surf was replaced today by a flat mirror of water with only a slight swell sailing across it to swish up the beach, helplessly sliding back again.
It was a bit like how I was feeling.
I often came here to think during the off-season and had done so since I was a teenager. The tourists were gone, and locals were either walking their dogs or fishing. I turned off the engine and sat quietly. The engine made small pinging noises as it cooled. I thought of Doug, my husband, and how much I loved him.
Our love life was fine.
I guess?
It was routine, and I found it unfulfilling. I could not persuade him to move outside his comfort zone. Doug was away on business now, giving me some much-needed time to reflect.
Letting down the front side windows, I let the sea breeze blow gently across my face and upper body. I fled the house in emotional turmoil, seeking solace at my beach. I had left home clad only in an old, thin summer dress that I had worn during the summer over my swimsuit. Not even bothering with a bra or panties, as I was not intending to get out of the car.
I breathed in deeply, savouring the fresh briny smell of the sea. The warm breeze suddenly billowed out the front portion of my dress and blew across my brown nipples, causing them to swell. I took a deep breath, resisting the urge to touch them, instead gently resting my hands in my lap.
I reflected on how I met Alex online just under a month ago. He was clever and genuinely interested in hearing my opinions. Until recently, I hadn’t been ready to go beyond messaging. Anything more would seem like I was making an emotional commitment that could jeopardise my relationship with Doug.
Mmm, our relationship. My feelings needed to be resolved.
Up until now, it was something I was confident that I would never have to question.
I felt my eyes tear over.
Alex and I discovered quickly that we both loved the beach and other outdoor activities. Before long, we were enjoying one-on-one voice sex. I had to admit to myself that his voice aroused an unfulfilled urge within me. Alex put butterflies in my stomach and made me come alive so that I couldn’t wait for the next time he called, eager to hear him cum, yelling my name, ‘Tess’, before spurting his seed.
Shivers ran through my body as I thought of him.
He also sparked a new sense of sexuality in me as we experimented with different ways of making love. I was initially hesitant to accept this feeling. I also felt conflicted and guilty about betraying Doug. Despite my doubts, we began connecting over the phone every few days. The intense, passionate sex drew me in, as I had never experienced anything like it before.
We hadn’t even seen each other’s bodies.
I shook my head, finding it difficult to reconcile all these emotions.
There was nothing taboo between us. We openly discussed and enacted what brought us mutual pleasure. His soft, resonant voice coaxed me to new heights of soaking-wet rapture. He seemed to know just what to say to have me climbing towards ecstasy, holding me there, totally beside myself, before letting me spill over into body-shaking orgasms.
Alex released feelings that I had long suppressed.
I can hear him even now, as he purrs my name softly, his passion building in his deepening voice, begging for release. My legs involuntarily parted at the thought of him coming last night.
My hands drop between my open legs as I apply slight pressure to my clit. I recall how hot I had become, the slow, wet build as my clit grew more inflamed while he described what he wanted to do to me. Then, the explosive release as we both climaxed together.
I could hear the seagulls whirring above me, squawking like unsatisfied mistresses. The car park was empty. A lone woman walked her dog in the distance. I was having trouble seeing them; my eyes were growing moister as I contemplated my dilemma.
I questioned whether I wanted Alex more than Doug, both sexually and as a partner. Was I merely caught up in the secrecy and infatuation of the relationship?
If only that were all it was. Now, fantasy had become temptation.
During our last encounter, Alex had let slip his favourite beach, a beach I knew well.
The very beach where I now sat in my car.
He was a local!
Shit. Why did this have to happen and complicate everything?
I released the back of my seat, so I could lie flatter, trying to divorce myself from reality, even from my beloved sea.
Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, eventually dripping onto my breasts as self-pity engulfed me. My whole body shook as I sobbed, my arms stretched out between my legs. For some reason, I had begun cupping my pussy, consoling myself with gentle upward pressure. I could barely see above the dashboard, catching only the far horizon. Like the tide, my tears peaked and ebbed. A warmth and calm slowly spread over me; my overwhelming anxiety dissipated like fog.
Pulling up my thin dress, I ran my fingertip tentatively down over my mound and clit, just tickling them. A welcome wetness gathered, forming little jewelled droplets along my slit. As I watched, transfixed, they danced in the bright sunlight, their movements mirroring my own as I moved my hips. I relaxed into the seat and closed my eyes. Worries eased as I concentrated on the warmth spreading down my legs and slowly creeping up around my neck. I was floating on the warm sea, bathed in sunlight.
I placed a finger to my lips and slowly pushed it into my mouth, feeling my warm tongue swirl around it, then across the tip, finishing with a wet, sweet suck, all the while imagining it was Alex’s knob. I trailed the wet finger along my mound, gently parted my oozing labia, and slowly slid it down between my swollen slit before finally slipping into my love tunnel.
I pushed deeper, feeling the heat and urgency of my body as it embraced this welcome new tension. I could feel the lust-fuelled heat radiating off me as I delved deeper, my problems quickly fading into oblivion.
I ran a fingertip over one pert, hard nipple—a tingle spread deep into my breast, granting me another snatch of much-needed pleasure. I gasped, and a moan escaped my lips.
I felt so good for the first time that morning, unsure whether it was the result of crying or my heightened sexual arousal.
I opened my eyes and looked down, seeing my tears had carved numerous paths down my breasts. I rubbed the tears into my skin, then took a wet finger and smeared some of the tears over each nipple. As the breeze hit them, they hardened into wet brown peaks. I rubbed and squeezed them without thinking, instinctively seeking even more pleasure.
I flicked the switch to close my car windows, then shut my eyes.
As much as I needed to resolve my conflicted emotions, my thoughts drifted back to last night in the shower with Alex. It was the first time we had seen each other’s bodies.
I never thought it possible to have phone sex in the shower, but not after last night.
Oh no!
I smiled as I recalled our mutual ecstasy.
Alex had told me how to affix my phone to the vanity, facing the clear shower screen, so only the lower portion of my body would be visible. He had done likewise. I had lubed and placed my rubber friend onto the shower screen with a slap. I recalled inserting a finger, rubbing gently, and expanding my pussy, ready to take his forever-erect cock.
I no longer hid the black cock I kept in the top drawer by the bed. Sadly, I was not sure Doug even knew it existed. If he did, he had never said so.
I had pushed the soft knob down and then brushed it back and forth a few times over my awakening labia, coating it with my slippery pussy juice. Once I felt my vagina open a little, I lowered myself onto it, guiding it up and into me. As I had then and now, I moaned as I relived the sensation of engulfing the cock until it filled me. I had then rocked back and forth in front of the phone. Now I found myself thrusting my pelvis back and forth on the car seat.
I recalled how Alex had ‘eyeballed’ me as I pretended it was him, deep within, thrusting back and forth. I had squirted lubricant onto my breasts and the veiny shaft, squelching loudly with every stroke. My breasts tingled as I squashed them against the shower glass with each forward thrust of my pelvis.
In turn, I watched Alex as he formed a circle with his fingers and thrust his hard, thick cock back and forth, lubricant splashing in arcs with each thrust, as he pretended, no doubt, that it was my eager pussy. Our timing matched, his grunts of pleasure in sync with my moans as he thrust in, and I received him.
Our pace quickened. My cunt expanded, Alex’s cock loose within me as I crashed against it. I craved the exquisite release. I needed it NOW. I was lost in my orgasm as I remembered Alex shouting.
“I am coming. I cannot hold on, Tess… Oh God… Arrah.”
Transfixed, I had watched Alex’s knob expand, and long, ropy threads of cum spurted from his slit, first one way and then another. It pushed me over the precipice, and I climaxed, too.
“Oo… Fuck,” I had screamed, shaking and convulsing on Alex’s shaft, my vagina pushed hard against its base. My breasts were squashed against the clear glass shower panel.
I recalled pulling back, the knob just within me; it had felt like it was throbbing. It was hot and coated in my thick juices, its bulb stretching me fully as it tried to emerge. I reached down and lightly touched my clit.
“Arrr…Fu…K,” I moaned as I came again, my body vibrating on the knob, sucking it in as my pussy pulsed around it.
Our combined moans and grunts had reverberated around our respective bathrooms as we orgasmed.
As I reminisced, I realised I was moaning with the same pleasure once again. My fingers found my wet patch and thrust upwards as I tilted my pelvis. The mounting tension inside me, previously relieved by crying, had returned, but was different. This time, it was confined between my legs yet spreading rapidly. I knew it would expand throughout me before the final release could happen. I hoped it would.
I needed it.
Soon.
I moaned out to sea as my slick pussy tightened around my fingers. I squished a wet nipple with the other hand, sending me climbing to the very top of ecstasy … …holding … …holding, and then I pictured his cum spurting in long, fat ribbons from his knob again, my own sweet release suddenly peaking.
I let out a loud “Arh,” and shook violently, thrusting my pelvis jerkily forward, once and then again as the climax faded.
I basked in the euphoria, keeping my fingers embedded as the last faint contractions subsided. My bum cheeks and pussy were covered in my warm, sticky cum. I let out a soft, purring moan of contentment.
I could smell the musky odour of my sex. I savoured it. It made me feel so warm and cosy. I began to wipe my fingers, bum, and legs on my dress.
It had not been earth-shattering as orgasms go, but I felt much better for both the cry and the climax. My body felt wrapped in cotton wool; reality could not enter.
I continued to enjoy the afterglow, eyes closed, smiling as my body slowly returned to normal. Slumped in my seat, legs apart, I felt slippery juices continue to leak from me. Finally, I opened my eyes, all my tension gone, at peace with the world.
