How did I find myself in this delicious circumstance?
It started earlier that day when I was the first to arrive for a paddleboarding lesson. I pulled into a parking lot for a picnic area that also had a path through the mangroves to a secluded beach. The secluded beach was where the lesson was to be held. A casual glance at the expanse of mangroves lining the parking lot would not reveal the little-used, winding path leading down to the beach. The path opened to a small sandy beach that was large enough to accommodate about eight to ten paddleboarders.
It was easy to tell when the instructor arrived because she was driving a well-used minivan with racks completely stocked with paddleboards. As she got out of the van and began unloading, I walked over to her.
“Hello, I’m Jeff.”
“Hello Jeff, I’m Lori, your instructor.”
“Need any help?”
“That would be great – help is always appreciated. Do you know anything about surfing, sailing or paddleboarding?”
“About ten years ago I was a scuba diving instructor, but other than that, no experience.”
“OK, good enough – you can help me unload the van and get the boards to the beach.”
“If you like, I have a portable storage bench for shoes, towels and clothing that you want to keep from getting sandy. It also has a padded lid that is good for sitting on while wiping the sand off your feet before putting on dry-land feet coverings.”
“Perfect! Bring it down and I’ll let the other students know about it.”
The next vehicle to arrive brought two muscular good-looking hunks. They looked like surfers and did not look like they needed any lessons. As they got out of their car, Lori walked over and was happy to help them get outfitted with their boards. I was busy bringing Lori’s board and my board to the beach.
When I got back to the parking lot from bringing the boards to the beach, the next student was getting out of her car. I was startled by her beauty. She was standing between the mangroves and the van so I had to walk by her.
“Hi, I’m Jeff.”
“Hi, I’m Christine.”
I knew I should say something witty, but that was it. “Hi” was all I could think of to say. I just stood and stared at her.
The two hunks immediately descended on Christine with witty banter and very smooth flirting. I withdrew to help two elderly ladies who had arrived and were being ignored. The two ladies wanted to add paddleboarding to their bucket lists. I was more than pleased to help put them at ease, get them paddleboards that met with Lori’s approval, and get the boards to the beach. I made sure the ladies had good positions to see and hear the presentation and took a spot behind the other paddleboarders.
I wasn’t being altruistic by taking a spot behind the others. It gave me a great view of Christine! As things turned out, from a paddleboarding perspective, I should have paid more attention to the instruction than to Christine.
In my defense, Christine had an athletic body that was muscular with the right amount of feminine softness. Her two-piece bathing suit was almost a bikini, but it had ruffles on the bottom that suggested a micro frilly dress. The ruffles on the top accentuated her perfectly sized breasts, which had a balance between firmness and suppleness and bobbed fetchingly as she twisted and pivoted doing practice rowing exercises. As she lunged forward for the first part of the row, her buttocks’ curve peeked out from under the frilly fringe of her bathing suit. I had to wait until Lauri was looking at the other students to adjust my board shorts, so my excitement was less obvious.
With instructions and demonstrations complete, Lori asked us to enter the water and kneel on our boards in shallow water. Christine and the two hunks were first and I and the two ladies followed. We were then to stand up and begin paddling to a sandbar island across the inlet.
As luck would have it, I was the first to stand up. Lori then asked me to get back on my knees and demonstrate standing up for the others. Although apprehensive, I was able to first get the board moving forward, then get to one knee, rest the paddle across that knee, then push down and rise up and stand while keeping the board balanced and moving forward. Lori was narrating what I was doing, and why, while I was doing it. Soon everyone was standing and moving forward, so we were off across the inlet to the sandbar island.
I was feeling pretty good about myself right about then as we made it to the island for a rest before returning. My good feeling was not to last long. The problem was that I found Christine intoxicating, and I was old enough, and experienced enough that I thought no woman would any longer be able to have that kind of effect on me. On the way back from the sandbar, I lost what little macho-cool I may have accumulated on our paddle to the sandbar.
Christine managed to ditch the two hunks and pulled her paddleboard next to mine and we glided stroke for stroke for a bit. I was very pleased to have her company as she greeted me.
“Hey Jeff, you’re looking good!”
“You are looking pretty professional yourself, Christine,” I managed to stammer out as I was getting a bit excited but trying to act cool.
“You know, my friends call me Tina.”
“Well, hello Tina!”
“Hello Jeff, and I like your board shorts!”
I glanced down and my excitement was beginning to show, well, perhaps a bit more than beginning to show. I lost my concentration, hooked the blade of my paddle on the board, lost my balance, and flopped backwards off my board. When I broke the surface, after being completely submerged, I saw that Tina had gotten down on her knees for better balance and was giggling uncontrollably while looking at my plight!
The one bright side to my embarrassment was that the cold water was a total antidote for my board shorts bulge. However, Tina was now outright laughing.
“Were you just faking it so you could get your polo shirt soaked to reveal your manly chest muscles?” she asked as I hoisted myself onto my board. The twinkle in her eyes told me that Tina was really enjoying my discomfiture.
“How were you able to get that whole question out while totally laughing?” It was the best comeback I could think of while looking like a drowned rat clinging to a paddleboard.
“Hey, what can I say, you inspired me!” And the giggles continued, but the bright side was her breasts were jiggling as she was giggling. And the cold water was no longer working to stop my board shorts’ expansion. Tina noticed, which increased her giggling (and jiggling). She leaned forward, which I think she did purposefully, and gave me a beautiful view of her jiggling breasts restrained by the thin layer of frilly fabric.
At that moment the two hunks caught up with us and challenged Tina to a race to the beach. She was game and they were off. It looked like she might beat them since her form was perfect, rowing from her core, and the hunks were using only their arms to move the paddles.
I stood back up in my drenched polo shirt, which, when combined with the wind, chilled me to the bone. I began shivering. The polo shirt had to go so I took it off and bungie corded it to the front of the board.
I was the last person on shore, and the elderly ladies took great pleasure in pointing out that they had beaten me to the beach.
“Ladies! I’m willing to carry your boards up to Lori’s van. Are you sure this is how you want to treat me before you ask me to me to do that?”
“Oh, Jeff, you are so strong and manly!”
“You are so handsome! I want to introduce you to my daughter!”
Tina chimed in, “I’ve never seen anyone so accomplished!”
“OK OK – now you’re all starting to border on the completely unbelievable. I’ll carry your boards.”
I delivered the ladies’ boards to Lori, went back for my board, and delivered it to Lori. Turns out that the hunks had girlfriends who came to claim them. The ladies had also left. I turned around and almost bumped into Tina. She had a strange look on her face. It seemed to be a mixture of confusion, distraction and surprise.
“You’re not wearing a shirt,” was all she said. I smiled, shrugged and headed back to get my bench. For some reason, I could feel Tina’s eyes following me as I walked back to the beach.
My beach blanket and padded storage bench were the last things on the beach. I didn’t feel like folding up the blanket, so I sat down on the bench and rested.
Tina emerged from the mangroves and walked toward me. I stood up because that’s what my mom told me a gentleman should do when a lady approached.
“Well, how did you like our lesson?” she asked as she approached and stood facing me. She was close enough to me that I could feel the heat radiating from her body. My board shorts were once again displaying how I felt about her.
“Tina, seriously, with you standing this close to me, it is making it really hard for me to behave like a gentleman.”
“What makes you think I want you to behave like a gentleman?”
That was all the green light I needed! I took one step closer to her and my hard-on nuzzled into her lower abdomen, removing any possible doubt about how attractive I found her. I leaned down and she leaned up and our mouths found each other in an amazingly passionate kiss. Our tongues found each other through our parted lips and twined around each other. I lost my separate identity as our energies merged and we combined into one pulsing whole. It was unbelievable.
Her arms were on my shoulders clasped behind my neck. I traced a path with my fingernails lightly scratching her back, starting at the base of her spine and traveling up to the nape of her neck. Tina threw back her head, exposing her neck, and gasped, “I knew you’d be good.”
With her head back and neck exposed, I began giving her soft kisses from just below her ear, going down. Each kiss caused a shudder of pleasure. The knot holding her swimsuit top came undone when I drew my fingers up her spine so her beautiful breasts were exposed and begging to be caressed.
“Oh yes!! Oh yes!!” Tina exclaimed as my lips touched the outer boundary of her nipple.
With our energies merged, I was getting unspoken feelings for me to touch her just as she wanted, just where she wanted, and just when she wanted. Tina’s responses were electric!
She was frantically grinding her hips and pussy against my even harder cock. I didn’t think I could get this hard but her incessant need drew it out of me.
I licked. Tina spasmed. I pinched. Tina ground her hips and her legs began shaking. Tina’s vocabulary left her and she was simply making animal pleasure noises that drove me wild.
Her nipples became the center of my world. There was nothing else. We were rocking, spasming, and loving in a sea of bliss together.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get more intense, Tina’s entire body began quivering. I held her tighter, with my hands caressing every tender curve of her glistening body. I found my way to her inner thigh and inched toward her pussy. Her moans became more urgent as she thrust her pussy on my hand. I began stroking it. She was thrusting more and more intently against my hand and then with a violent shudder she began squirting and screaming.
I couldn’t tell if the screams were out loud or in our heads because at that moment, everything went white. There was no beach, no inlet, no sandbar – just us and whiteness. Well, and to be entirely accurate, also the shuddering, spasming, and quivering.
My board shorts and Tina’s swimsuit bottoms were coated in her essence of immortality. We collapsed into a heap on the blanket, panting and clinging to one another.
“Well, that was nice,” Tina whispered.
“NICE!!! NICE!!! That was all it was? I was blown away by the most incredible experience of my life!”
Tina was now curling up into a fetal position, covering her face with her hands and still quivering from her orgasm and giggling. “How can I say anything more. We’re not naked yet. I haven’t seen your cock. And, your board shorts are still bulging! We have to do something about…”
I cut short her sentence with a passionate kiss that she returned willingly. We pulled apart enough to remove what we were wearing. Our naked bodies then smashed against one another, trying to be as one. Our kissing became more passionate. Our energies once again began to merge.
Tina grabbed my cock and began using it to play with her pussy. She gyrated her hips to slide her pussy up and down my cock. I was completely covered with her pussy juices. I felt this overwhelming need to be inside of her as she directed my cock to the entrance of her pussy. I could feel my cock head just at her entrance.
She spasmed from the slight touch and I thrust my cock completely forward, causing her to spasm again and me to thrust again and again and again. I then stopped fully inside of her. I had this need to kiss Tina deeply. She returned the kiss and we fully merged our energies together again.
I started moving slowly, touching every part inside of her that demanded attention. The slow-motion fucking was unleashing unspeakable pleasure. I think I was on top, but I cannot be sure. All I know was we were moving together, causing more and more pleasure, without any boundaries between us, as we pressed our bodies together.
I know there was moaning and gasping for breath as our intensity increased. Tina then started quivering, which drove me wild and I began thrusting harder. With my increased thrusting, Tina began screaming and spasming. Her twitching excited my cock and she began squirting all over us. Suddenly every nerve ending in our bodies exploded on fire, sending us into an indescribable ecstasy. Everything went white again. I’m sure there was squirting, ejaculating, spasming, moaning, and everything else. It was unbelievable peak pleasure.
We collapsed together and Tina began weeping. I held her closer and cradled her in my arms, stroking her and caressing her while she still shuddered from the aftershocks of our orgasm. I couldn’t believe the overwhelming feelings of love and devotion that suddenly welled up within me as I held her. They were so intense that they were scary.
I don’t know how long we lay there cradling each other and rocking together, but it was going to have to end at some point. We moved slightly apart and my penis, which had shrunk to an embarrassingly small size, easily slid out of her pussy, accompanied by a look of sincere disappointment on Tina’s face.
Tina stroked my face and the back of my head. “That was wonderful, Jeff. Thank you!”
“No thank you, Tina. You are the most amazing and wonderful woman on the planet!”
I hesitated before saying this last part, “We could do with a little less sarcasm though.”
“I couldn’t help it. You looked so funny worried about anyone noticing your hard on and then falling into the drink. I kind of enjoyed having that effect on you.”
