Moonless night. Dark the beach and the sea which was lovingly warm as Dena relished the way it streamed over her naked breasts as she swam, giving extra meaning to the term ‘breaststroke’. A good swimmer, this was Dena’s first experience of skinny-dipping.
Ray’s crafty idea. He’d wanted to have her naked body against his for so long. The three times they had fucked so far, had been in mostly hurried, partially clothed situations. For Dena it had been pleasant enough, yet she had been left with the sense that there should be more. Given her present mood, with nipples hardened, and sexual juices mixing with seawater, maybe tonight was the right time.
Feeling naughty, she had quickly stripped off blouse, skirt and panties, and being as teasing as possible, she’d raced, naked and chuckling, into the shadowy sea while he was still struggling out of his jeans. “Slow coach!” she yelled back into the darkness that veiled the beach.
She knew the red and yellow marker buoy was fifty yards from the beach. With one final stroke she reached out for it and grasped her fingers round its rim. Kicking her legs out behind her, Dena caught her breath and prepared to wait.
That was the moment that a pair of hands caught hold of her ankles. God, he had caught her up quicker than she had expected. The hands moved along each calf spreading her legs wider as they moved. She was unable to turn her head far enough back to see him.
Getting over her surprise, Dena became more excited. What was he intending? No words passed between them. She was still breathless and guessed he was too. But those hands were now moving along her inner thighs. Now, she told herself, her blood pumping faster, in the anticipation of knowing exactly what his target was.
Wrong. Although both sets of fingers trailed briefly along her soaked labia, thrilling her and having her longing for more, there was no lingering. The hands moved on to clutch over her buttocks causing Dena to gasp as they squeezed and one finger circled her anus. She had never been touched there before.
His body had moved up and she felt his penis against her thigh. And hell, the seawater must have had the same effect on his cock as it had on her nipples. It seemed enormous, much bigger than the last time she’d given him a blowjob. He pressed against her. This is what he had longed for, wasn’t it? Skin on skin? But his hands kept moving, up over the curve of her waist, then round her to cup each breast.
Amazingly larger than she remembered, the hands performed magic as they caressed each solid mound, and his fingers discovered the hazelnut swelling of her nipples, where they began nipping and pressing. Dena was aware of a mighty pressure of desire building inside her. She loved this kind of touching. But his intention suddenly became very clear as he swung his legs between her own.
There was momentary pressure from the tip of his cock along her labia. Doggy style? They had never done doggy style. But she knew inside herself that her whole body was so aflame now that she wouldn’t even need any foreplay. She was ready to take it any which way. Dena wondered if it was the effects of being in the sea.
He was lying along her back, his arm wrapped around her waist, probably to keep her afloat as he presented his cock at her eager entry. Tight at first, then it felt like a spring had released a driveshaft and the hardest of pricks shot up into the very heart of her, filling her with such elation that she orgasmed immediately, heart pounding madly.
His cock, hot and immense, fused her fevered channel. Had she ever experienced him expanding her so completely? The calm seas in their vicinity, became deeply disturbed by the frenzied action of their heaving bodies. Worried that she would sink if she released her hold on the buoy, Dena would have loved to use her hands on him.
His cock began to withdraw, then plunged, again and again. The smooth rigidity of it was so tantalising, that another orgasm enveloped her, urging her to try to heave her hips back at him, but it was difficult in the water.
Her attempts must have had some effect though, because his vigorous thrusts became firmer and faster, and she heard his suppressed grunts over the water splashing around them. She knew what was about to happen, and the renewed pressure of his shaft was driving her towards something massive.
Sure enough, within seconds, his cock withdrew but this time its wild return to the tip of her cervix was so forceful and then repeated, with equal force again and again, as his seed spurted into her eager cunt. Not just a small release, she was sure she could feel his cum pouring inside her. His actions sent Dena over that longed for edge, where previous orgasms were nothing compared to the frantic, blood-pounding, sky soaring, rapturous, flaming in her loins.
With a sense of such ecstatic proportions, she knew that she had never been penetrated so deeply and meaningfully before.
Slowly, unwillingly, she allowed her mind to settle, knowing it would take her body much longer. As she felt the intruding, bewitching rod soften and begin to slip away out of her, she heard a call from the beach, indistinct.
The figure withdrawn from above her, slid backwards and through the darkness she wasn’t sure of what kind of shape vanished into the water. Half turning, she made out ripples in the quiet waters. Nothing else.
The voice from the beach came again, much louder, more urgent, “Dena! Where the hell are you?” It was Ray’s voice.
