It was a warm August afternoon, and Scarlet was sitting outside her favourite café, looking out over the Balearic Sea. The hot sun had baked her on her hike up the mountain to her favourite lookout spot, so she was now seeking some shade from the intense heat. Feeling the cooler air from the sea blowing around her legs and up her long flowing skirt was refreshing, she felt the cool soda in her hand quenching her thirst and helping to cool her down from the long hike. Her feet were hot; the walking boots and thick socks were probably not the best to wear on such hot days, but the terrain required something more study than a casual pair of shoes.
She sat with her current book, idly reading a few pages of the latest romantic novel that she liked to read. Her sex life was non-existent at the moment, fraternising with clients was strictly prohibited, and relationships among the staff were also frowned upon. The romance of the novels she read only increased her arousal levels, which she would occasionally tame with her finger when alone in her room.
The café’s tranquillity was only disturbed by the occasional vehicle on a nearby road, which only locals would use as it didn’t lead anywhere in particular. The occasional tourists walking along the well-trodden path also brought some distraction.
The waitress, another young girl like herself, brought her another ice-cold soda, and Scarlet thanked her and drank more of the chilled liquid.
The summer days were long and hot. She was working the summer as a tour guide at one of the popular hotels in the town. Most days saw her on various coach trips, escorting groups of tourists and dealing with their problems and questions. The pay was low and didn’t cover the hassle and rudeness of some clients, but the accommodation and food were included, so her outgoings were pretty much non-existent. Today was one of her rest days, so she took advantage of getting away from everyone and the busy town.
Two young males, probably in their mid-twenties, appeared on the path; they saw the Café and, like her, took advantage of the shade and some refreshment as they sat a few yards in front of her. Scarlet studied them, her gaze hidden behind her sunglasses. They were tanned, well-built, and spoke with a Portuguese accent. She compared them to one of the characters in the novel she was reading; he was tall, dark and handsome, and the married female lead tried her best to resist his charm but failed miserably.
She continued her book, occasionally looking over at the guys, though they didn’t once look at her. She imagined herself being the female lead from her book, having a romantic encounter with Juan, the name she had just given the guy in the tight white t-shirt sitting a few yards away from her. She felt her pulse quickening, her arousal increasing as she imagined laying back on his hotel bed, Juan moving above her, his hard cock in her hand and guiding him between her legs and into her aroused vagina.
She felt a tingle between her legs and knew she would relive this fictional encounter in her room later and bring some relief to her neglected body. Her thoughts and tranquillity were disturbed as the guys stood and paid the waitress, then walked off down the path and into the distance, never to be seen again. She sighed and closed her eyes, saving a mental image of them for use later tonight.
After an hour and a few more chapters of raw sex between the characters, she was thinking of leaving and wondering whether to head back to town or continue down the path. Her heightened level of arousal was leading her towards going back to the solitude of her hotel room and replaying her Juan fantasy while on her bed or in a cool, refreshing shower, adding him to scenes in her book.
She heard a motorcycle coming along the road, the loud noise eventually peaking and stopping outside the café. She heard voices getting louder, and a black, well-built guy dressed in jeans and a tight T-shirt walked around the corner carrying his crash helmet. He was followed by the waitress. From their conversation, she gathered they knew each other as she was asking about some other people.
Her Spanish was okay, and she could get by with her limited vocabulary, but they spoke too quickly and in a local dialect for her to fully understand.
She saw him occasionally looking over at her as she pretended to read her book, though she was studying every inch of his body, imprinting him firmly onto her mind for use later. The waitress went inside, and he placed his helmet on a nearby table.
“Hola, día caluroso hoy!” He said, refering to it being a warm day.
“Si, muy caliente,” she replied.
He nodded. “English?” he asked.
She removed her sunglasses and looked up at him, “Is my Spanish that bad?” she laughed.
“No, it’s good. Better my English,” he laughed. “May I sit?” he asked, pointing to the table next to her.
“Yes, of course,” she replied, putting on her sunglasses again so she could secretly study his body.
“Are you on vacation?” he asked.
“No, I’m here for the summer season; I’m working as a tour guide for a hotel in town,” she said, pointing down the hill towards the town, not giving her exact location away.
“Antonio,” he said, holding out his hand.
“Scarlet,” she replied, taking hold of his large, soft hand; the stark contrast of her tanned but white skin against his black skin was striking. They had a conversation as the waitress brought him a cool drink. He was local, living in a small town around twenty miles away and like her, he came up here for the view out over the sea.
“Have you been to Calafria? it’s near Aguilas,” he asked. “The beach is hidden with rocks, only local people know about it.”
“No, but it sounds wonderful. I like Aguilas; it’s a nice small town.”
He nodded, “Would you like to go now? I could take you there.” Her heartbeat raised. Was she seriously contemplating going somewhere with a total stranger? The waitress obviously knew him, which kind of made her feel safe, but she didn’t know him at all.
“I err…” she hesitated, wanting to go with him but knowing she probably shouldn’t.
“Sorry, I’m not bad person, Lucia, knows me. You will be safe with me, I can take you back to your hotel after the beach.”
“Lucia?” she asked, not knowing who Lucia was and wondering how she would know her.
“Lucia,” he said to the waitress, she looked up and walked over to us. At least she knew the waitress’s name now.
“I’ve asked Scarlett if we goes for ride on my bike,” he said in his broken English.
Lucia smiled at me, “You’ll be safe; I’ve known Antonio since we were nine or ten. You’ll be ok with him, he’s a good friend,” she said, reassuring her that she’d be safe with him.
“Okay,” she said, accepting his offer. Having grown up with two older brothers, she knew a thing or two about self-defence. If things turned ugly, a swift kick between his legs with her walking boots would disable him long enough for her to escape, but she wasn’t getting any negative vibes from him; he seemed like a nice guy.
“Have fun. Antonio will take care of you. See you again next time,” Lucia said with a warm smile.
She thanked Lucia and went with Antonio to his bike, her nervousness peaking as she prepared to ride off with this stranger.
“I only have one helmet. I’ll go slow, but you can wear it.”
“No, it’s okay. Just go slow,” she said.
He started the bike and climbed aboard. Scarlet then remembered she was wearing a long dress, not the best for getting on a bike with, but she managed it, placing her feet on the foot rests and tucking the dress under her legs.
“Okay?” he asked, looking back at her.
“Yes,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist to steady herself. He set off slowly, going down the hill towards the coast. It had been years since she had been on a bike; one of her ex-boyfriends had one until he crashed it while he was racing; she dumped him not long after that.
They rode through the countryside, the hot sun burning her legs, but the passing breeze helped to cool them off, thoughts of Juan and now Antonio were on her mind, adding more and more to her arousal. She was certainly going to spend a long time in her bed this evening, fantasising about today.
They arrived in Aguilas and rode through the familiar town, the warm summer breeze now blowing her dress around and exposing her legs to anyone they passed. He parked by the coast, and they got off, looking over the rocky sea wall to the beach in front of them; it was packed with tourists, all sat on beach chairs hiding from the sun under various sunshades, not as quiet as he had described, but none the less it looked beautiful.
“This way,” he said, leading her up the street away from the beach. They walked past various shops and down a small footpath towards the sea. It was quiet down here; nobody was around as Antonio started to climb up and over the rocks. She followed him, and he took her hand, helping her climb up and over some of the bigger rocks.
They reached the top, and they could see the sea. Rocks lay out in front of them, facing the water, as they stood and looked around at the view.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, looking around and then at Antonio. And so are you, she thought to herself, her mind wandering to whether the rumour about black guys being bigger was actually true.
“This way,” he said, holding out his hand. She took hold of him, and they scrambled over the rocks towards the sea. Once at the water’s edge, they walked further along it until they arrived at a small, secluded sandy area surrounded by rocks.
Antonio helped her down and they stood on the sand, it was clean and smooth, just the marks of the tide, the only footprints were theirs.
“Wow, this is great, how did you find this?” she asked.
“I used to fish here when I was a boy. Lucia came with me.” She nodded as they sat down on the sand, the water just a few meters away. “The sea is coming in soon, the sand will be gone soon,” he said.
Her feet were hot, so she removed her boots and socks, relieved by a warm, fresh breeze on her feet and the soft, warm sand working its way between her toes.
“Want to swim?” he asked.
“I’m not really dressed for swimming,” she smiled back at him.
He nodded, pulling off his t-shirt, revealing his muscle-contoured chest and abdomen; the sight sent a flutter through her body as she drank in his body.
“We could get undressed,” he said, looking at her.
She didn’t fancy undressing so close to other people; there was a busy town and a crowded beach not far away.
“I…,” she stumbled as she watched him remove his shoes and socks, his large dark feet contrasting against the light sand.
“You can leave your underwear on, they will dry quickly in the warm sun,” he said. He was right; the sun would soon dry them; she wanted to take off her dress, she wanted to show off her body to this handsome stranger, and she definitely wanted to see more of his. So, despite her reservations, she lifted her dress up and over her head, placing it on one of the rocks behind her. She was thankful she had put on some nice underwear today, not the usual plain but comfortable she wears while working.
Scarlet looked at Antonio. He was removing his trousers and cast a fleeting glance at her—nothing too obvious, but he was definitely looking at her body. They stood and looked at the water and walked towards it, the sand getting harder and damper beneath their feet as they moved closer to the water’s edge. A wave of refreshing warm water washed over her feet, bringing a sigh of satisfaction to her. They waded out a little deeper; the water was around their knees, and they felt each wave rise and fall up their legs.
Scarlet turned around and looked over at the rocks. She couldn’t see any signs of life. The only manmade structures were the tops of the roofs of some buildings. There were no people in sight. Not wanting to get her bra wet, she walked back to the beach and reached behind her, unfastening it and placing it on the rocks with her clothes.
She turned and walked back to the water again, conscious that Antonio was now looking at her breasts, which were now free to jiggle around on her chest. An afterthought about her sunglasses made her stop, and she removed those, placing them on her clothes, and then waded back into the water.
Antonio didn’t say anything but held out his hand as she approached; he looked at her, now dressed in just a pair of damp white panties. They held hands and moved deeper into the water, it was now around their waist, and she felt splashes of water on her boobs with each wave that hit her.
They splashed around a little, laughing as they splashed water onto each other for a moment, and then they stood face to face. Scarlet’s heart was racing as she visibly studied his body; now, her sunglasses were gone. Antonio could see where she was looking, and he looked at her full breasts as they moved up and down with her heavy breathing. He watched her hands move up his arms and across his chest, his own hands moving to her hips and holding her lightly as they stood face to face and looked at each other.
Scarlet moved closer, reached up onto tiptoes, and kissed him lightly, her heart fluttering as their lips met in the softest of kisses. After a brief kiss, she backed away slightly and splashed him again, sending a wall of water over him. He retaliated, his big arms sending a huge wave over her chest, soaking her boobs and neck completely.
They laughed and splashed each other for a while, and then Antonio leaned forward and picked her up in his arms, holding her out of the water.
“No, no, no,” she laughed as she felt him let go of her. She screamed as she hit the surface and was submerged completely in the warm, refreshing water. She surfaced, clearing the water from her face and hair and looked up at him. “That wasn’t fair; how can I get you back for that? There’s no way I can pick you up, “she laughed.
“Sorry,” he laughed, studying her now dripping wet body. She moved closer and reached up again, putting a hand behind his head and pulling his head down to hers, and they kissed, a long, strong, passionate kiss that sent shivers down her spine and centred directly onto her clit, making it tingle.
While he was distracted, she placed her hands on his chest, and with all her strength, she pushed him backwards, succeeding in getting him to lose his balance and drop below the surface, she laughed at the look of surprise on his face as he disappeared.
He stayed below the surface for a moment, and then she felt his hands on her legs, sliding up to her thighs as he surfaced in front of her. God, he’s hot, she thought to herself, as he stood in front of her and they kissed again, the water still running down his face as they kissed.
He picked her up again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed; she waited for him to drop her again, but he kept hold of her as they kissed. She moved a hand to his face, letting her grip go, which was a mistake as he dropped her, and under she went again, screaming again as her body hit the water. She stayed submerged and ran her hands up his strong, muscular legs, her wrist brushing against the large bulge in his shorts as she surfaced and stood before him.
They kissed again, and she pressed her body against his, feeling his large cock pressing into her abdomen as the waves crashed into them. She reached down and traced the outline of his stiff hard cock, with her fingertips; he felt huge, much bigger than she expected. Her hand made its way into his shorts, and her fingers instinctively wrapped around him, feeling every bump and protruding vein along his magnificent cock. They continued to kiss as she slowly explored his cock with her fingers, making a mental image of what he actually looked like.
She kissed him harder and moaned softly into his mouth when she felt his fingers moving her panties to one side and touching the outside of her swollen labia. His fingers explored her, running through the few damp hairs above her pussy and lightly circling her aroused and swollen clit.
His hands moved away from her, and he picked her up again. They kissed, and she fully expected to be dropped back into the water, but instead, he carried her out of the water and onto the beach, laying her down on the soft sand. He stood above her and removed his wet shorts, his bare cock now fully in view for her to see and digest. He was big, very big, just what she expected for such a big black guy.
She reached for her panties, and he helped her to remove them, peeling them off her legs and laying them on the sand next to his shorts. He moved on top of her, and they kissed, his cock sliding along her inner thighs as they. No words were spoken; they were not needed, she knew he wanted to fuck her, and he knew she wanted him to fuck her.
She spread her legs wide, feeling him move closer, as he supported his weight above her, her hand went to his face, and she held his cheeks, waiting for the touch of his cock on her swollen vagina. They looked into each other’s eyes; the world around them was shuttered out; their focus was on each other; his focus was on feeling her pussy on his cock, and her focus was entirely on him, wanting desperately to feel him stretching her underused pussy beyond its limits. She didn’t care how big he was. She just wanted his big cock inside her; she wanted to feel him open her up and force his way inside, making her cum.
Then they felt the first touch, the thick head of his cock nestled between her wet, exposed labia, sending electric shocks through both of their bodies as their intimate organs touched for the first time. Their eyes locked on each other as he pushed lightly, feeling her pussy open around his cock. She was wet, not just from the water but from her own arousal. Hours of reading her erotic novel and fantasising about Juan and Antonio had her in heat; her body had been preparing for sex for hours. Her labia were swollen and soaked with her fluids as they waited impatiently for a hard cock to penetrate them, and now that a hard cock was now pressing into her, the fluids were being released.
Maintaining their eye lock on each other, he felt her pussy opening and her tight lips wrapping snuggly around his cock; he could sense she was wet as the head of his cock slid into her easily, despite her tightness. The copious amount of fluid leaking out of her aided his entry, but he didn’t want to force his way in too quickly. He knew he was probably bigger than she was used to, so he took his time, wanting to make this last as long as possible. He saw her eyes lose focus a little as she struggled with his size, and then they opened wide in amazement as he pushed another inch into her welcoming body.
Scarlet felt her pussy being stretched open and her labia wrapping around his cock, the head forcing her wider than anything ever had before, but she didn’t want him to stop; she wanted him deeper; she wanted all of his wonderful hard cock. Her body was ready for it; it needed it; she needed him inside her, all of him. She felt him pause with a few inches inside her, but she craved more, her pussy grasping at him, trying to pull him deeper into her.
“Don’t stop,” she managed to say while not breaking eye contact with him. He pushed again, and he felt himself sliding into the most wonderfully tight and wet hole he had been in for a long time.
Scarlet lost focus as she felt him penetrate her deeply, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, losing eye contact with him for the first time as the head of his cock pushed across her cervix into the depths of her pussy.
“You feel so good,” he moaned, bringing her back to reality, her eyes focusing on him again.
She couldn’t speak, her senses were in overdrive as this thick black cock plundered deeper into her than anything ever had before. He started moving slowly; she felt as if her pussy was being pulled out with his cock when he slowly withdrew, and then a loud growl escaped her as he pushed back into her again, going deeper this time, if that was possible. She felt uncomfortable at his deep penetration, and then he pulled out again, relieving her of the pressure inside her.
She moved her hands to his ass and guided him back into her again, pulling lightly on his ass, feeling his muscles tense as he pushed deeply into her again, making her feel uncomfortable once more at her fullness.
She moved a hand to his head and pulled him closer to hers, “So fucking big,” she groaned, feeling him push deeply into her again, holding himself inside her. She lifted her head to his neck and growled, “Give it all to me.” Grabbing his ass and pulling herself up towards him, he pushed harder, sinking all his cock into her, his pelvis pressing against hers as he buried his cock into her.
He held himself still, feeling her gasp and groan beneath him, her pussy fluttering on his cock, grabbing hold of him tightly. “You feel so good. You have it all now,” he said.
Scarlet felt uncomfortable, his cock was pressing deep in her, but she needed it; she needed to be stretched and used by this big black stranger. The thought washed over her that she’d only known him for less than an hour. She knew nothing about him besides his first name, and that he used to fish here as a child with a waitress friend he’d known for years. But now, here she was, naked on a beach, with his big black cock wedged deep inside her complaining pussy.
She shuddered and pulled herself against him. “Cumming,” she cried, her back arching and her pussy grasping and squeezing his cock tightly.
Antonio felt her cumming on him; she really was a hot sexy girl, they had only just started, and she was coming already. This was going to be fun, he thought.
Scarlet let go of him, her body relaxing after her first much-needed climax; she had been waiting for a release like that for months. Now it had passed, she could concentrate on getting fucked by the wonderful cock. “Fuck me, give me all your cock,” she said hoarsely.
He started moving quicker, sliding in and out of her slick pussy; she felt wonderful, her muscles grabbing him as he pulled out of her as if her pussy was milking his cock, urging him to offload his seed into her.
He abruptly pulled out of her and lay on his back next to her. “Sit on me,” he commanded.
Scarlet quickly scrambled to her knees, seeing his hard black shaft shining in the sunlight, not believing it was covered completely in her juices. She straddled him and felt the cool refreshing breeze of the sea blowing over her hot back and over her hot, wet pussy. She lowered herself down, feeling his cock touching her pussy, and she pushed down, taking him back inside her.
His hands moved to her tits, holding them and tweaking her hard nipples, making her squirm even more on his rigid shaft.
Placing her hands on his hard chest, she began rocking on his cock, feeling him move around inside her, pressing into various parts of her pussy, some that had never felt the touch of a cock before. She shuddered and leaned forwards, raising herself up and powering her swollen pussy back down onto his hard shaft.
“I’m going to fuck your wonderful cock. It’s going to make me cum so hard,” she groaned as she repeatedly slammed him deep into her pussy. Her clit was tingling like she had never felt before, and then she realised his thick finger was pushing hard against it, making it super sensitive; she came hard, collapsing forwards, her body shaking as the emotions ran through her.
She rolled off him and lay back on the sand, catching her breath, her hand moving to her pussy, checking it was ok. She looked over at him with a glazed expression, admiring his hard, muscular body and his stiff cock that was still bouncing around. He leaned over her, and they kissed again, his hands moving around her body, teasing her nipples and then her pussy, pushing two thick fingers into her and rubbing the front wall, making her writhe in ecstasy.
She leaned back and concentrated on his fingers, working their magic on her g-spot, lightly toying with it, bringing the next orgasm closer by the second. She was close to cumming on his fingers again when he suddenly removed them, starving her pussy of another much-needed orgasm; a cry of desperation escaped her as her next release was stifled. Another cry left her, this time with satisfaction as she felt his cock enter her again, spreading her soaked labia once more and powering deep into her in one long movement.
She opened her eyes, seeing him kneeling between her widely outstretched legs; she looked down to see his cock frantically moving in and out of her welcoming pussy. She watched for a second, then lay back on the warm sand, enjoying him taking her pussy, using it as he wanted. She had no complaints at all; she just wanted him to fuck her and fuck her well.
He grabbed her hands, and their fingers entwined, squeezing their fingers tightly together as he repeatedly worked his cock deep into her now relaxed pussy. The uncomfortable feeling from before was gone; now it was just pure ecstasy, his large cock spearing into her making her cum again. She looked into his eyes as he quickly hammered into her, their fingers turning white as they gripped onto each other tightly
Scarlet was cumming again; the whole world closed off as she concentrated purely on him and his wonderful cock. His breathing was becoming ragged, and she knew his release was imminent. She wanted to feel it, feel his cock pumping his semen in her abused and sensitive pussy.
Antonio was looking down at her, seeing her body welcoming all of his cock into her. He couldn’t believe he was fucking this hot, sexy white girl that he had only just met. He didn’t expect her to come with him to the beach, he was always a little clumsy and awkward around girls, especially pretty ones like Scarlet, but now she was here, he was fucking her welcoming pussy, and he was about to cum.
Their fingers were still tightly meshed together, their breathing ragged and short as another orgasm swept over Scarlet, her pussy releasing more fluids, his cock now making audible noises each time he entered her. She knew he was about to cum; that’s all she wanted to know; she wanted him to cum, deep inside her. No words were spoken or needed; he saw a deep, searching look on her face, a face that was clearly desperate for them to cum together, which told him all he needed to know. He cried out and held himself fully inside her. She felt him stiffened and remain embedded deep inside her, and then she felt a hard initial pulse of his large cock. It surprised her with its intensity, and she felt the first hard volley of semen fire deep into her.
Her pussy exploded, her clit tingled and throbbed with each throb of his cock as more and more of his semen was injected deep into her. Their eyes remained fixed on each other, and studying their facial expressions as the intense feeling of them coming together swept over them.
His cock had stopped throbbing after eight or nine strong pulses, but he still felt Scarlet’s pussy squeezing and milking him as if it was trying to get the last drop of his semen into her.
He leaned over her, and they kissed hard for a moment before the intensity died down, and they transitioned into a more tender kiss.
“I’ve never cum that hard before. It was wonderful,” she sighed.
“Your body is awesome. I love fucking you,” he said, moving a few strands of hair that had stuck to her sweaty face.
She felt him move off her, his cock slowly sliding out of her, and a river of his cum flowed out and over her ass. She moved a hand down to her pussy, feeling the amount of cum flowing out of her.
“Wow, so much,” she chuckled, spreading it around her inner thighs.
“You turned me on,” he laughed.
They lay in silence for a moment; the only sounds were the gentle lapping of the waves and the breeze blowing over the rocks around them.
“I need to clean up,” she said, getting to her feet and feeling more of his cum running down her legs. She felt like a slut, a hot sexy slut that had just had the fuck of her life; she was happy, and her sexual urges were fulfilled, for now at least.
