Unless jewelry counts as clothing, we were both completely nude. A heart-shaped diamond pendant, an 18th birthday gift, swung between her perfect breasts as we walked along the shore.
The naturist paradise of Charco del Luz on Lanzarote’s northeast coast was the place I’d chosen to see if what I thought was happening was real or just a wild fantasy.
Freedom comes in different flavours; there’s freedom to and freedom from.
Here we had the freedom to be ourselves and explore without limits. And freedom from the prudish disapproval of conventional society.
The age gap hardly raised an eyebrow amongst the others here, as, while not a swinger’s resort per se, our fellow nudists were an eclectic bunch, and the whole resort was charged with sexual tension. A forty-something cougar led her toyboy on a lead. A husband caged in chastity followed his young hotwife. Two gay men walked hand in hand, or two gay girls, or throuples, quadrouples, anything goes; all tastes and proclivities were accepted freely here.
She squeezed my hand and leant her head against my shoulder.
“Thank you, it’s magical here.”
“I knew you’d like it, baby. You’re enjoying being nude?”
“Loving it. It’s hard to put into words, but it’s just so…” she paused. “Liberating. Nothing between us and nature. I feel that here, I can truly be myself, free and unashamed.”
This time I squeezed her hand, and we turned to kiss. A gentle touch of our lips matched by a gentle touch of my heavy penis against her smooth, young mound.
Our tongues touched softly. I felt her hold me tighter and let out a little sigh. We broke the kiss but kept the embrace for longer, both conscious of the intimate contact between our legs and the significance it held.
Holding hands, we wandered back across the sand to our whitewashed beachside villa.
Late afternoon was a wonderful time of the day. The sun bathed the coastline in a golden light, and the temperature came down to about eighty, perfect for enjoying a last hour of tanning before ablutions, dinner, and bed.
She pulled her sun lounger out of the shade of the parasol, chucked me the bottle of sunscreen, and flopped down on her front, legs slightly parted, and her hair pulled up around her neck.
No verbal instructions were needed. I quickly covered her legs and back before moving onto the main event, the star of the show, her firm, plump bottom.
Both my hands lovingly kneading each cheek in turn, pulling them slightly apart to sneak a peek at her perfect pink rosebud before a final playful spank.
“Right, that’s you done.”
She turned her head slightly to check that she’d had the desired effect. I made no attempt to hide it, sitting on the side of my sunbed, legs wide apart and my penis vertical, long and thick, the skin pulled back to reveal the bulbous crown of my cockhead, its ridge protruding markedly from my shaft.
Her eyes flicked up to mine, and she flashed that cheeky smile that drove me wild. “Put some sunblock on it; we don’t want that getting burnt now, do we?”
I lay back and smoothed the lotion onto my body. Like her, I was completely smooth all over. So much easier to apply the sunblock, and so much more brazen to be totally bare and shamelessly showcase my nudity.
With my hard-on starting to subside, I drifted off to sleep filled with a sweet anticipation of what the evening might have in store.
****
When I woke up she was straddling me, her face a foot from mine, and her long blonde hair draped over my chest. Her eyes sparkled with playful mischief.
She had a purple popsicle ice lolly and, never taking her eyes off mine, she put it into her mouth, swirled her tongue around its tip, enveloped it in her lips, and began sucking on it noisily, moving up and down its frozen shaft, taking more and more of it into her mouth until eventually it hit her throat and made her gag.
“Oops, too deep.”
I could feel her pussy on the root of my cock as I rapidly hardened and thickened, my would-be erection smothered by her warmth and wetness. Feeling my growing hardness, she wriggled her hips and increased the tempo of her icy fellatio until, just as I thought she was going to mount me, she jumped off with a shriek, letting my cock slap up against my belly, rock hard and at its full dimensions.
“I’m off for a shower; suck on this.” She pushed the popsicle into my mouth as my dick throbbed and pulsed in vain.
It was all I could do not to jump up and follow her, but the little angel on my shoulder reminded me of my vow of patience; if it were to happen, it would be at her pace and at her instigation. There could be no other way.
I let ten minutes pass before wandering into the villa, making no attempt to conceal my giant hard-on, which proudly led the way.
Over the sound of the shower running, I could hear her sing along to Madonna’s ‘Like A Virgin’.
I thought back to the first time that we’d shared a shower. Under the pretence of being late for uni, she burst into my bathroom, and, with a delicious sense of knowing innocence, we soaped each other’s naked bodies, casually chatting about the day ahead, politely not mentioning the elephant in the room: my towering erection, which she thoroughly washed without a word.
The bathroom in the villa was an enormous open wetroom. She stood under the rainfall shower, the water cascading over the twin shelves of her protruding breasts and bottom.
Angel Falls, I thought to myself.
She smiled as I joined her, unsurprised and welcoming.
I went round behind her, the underside of my raging erection touching on her bum cleft as I reached around and cupped her two firm orbs in my hands, feeling their size and weight and marvelling at their gravity-defying firmness.
Letting out the faintest gasp, she pushed her bottom back against my meat and braced her hands against the wall.
We stayed like that for a minute or two. My cock moved in a steady rhythm, up and down between her cheeks, as my hands roamed over those gorgeous tits.
Her nipples stood proudly upright, and as I twisted and pulled them, she cried out, “Oh fuck, you know I love that,” and of course, she was quite right. I’d watched her please herself this way so many times when she’d ‘accidentally’ left her bedroom door ajar while masturbating.
I moved her feet apart with mine and changed the angle of my hips so that my big cock poked between her thighs and moved up against her bare young slit. The natural curve of my long, thick shaft meant that my bellend stroked her clitty.
Her legs began to shake and tremble as a climax wracked her body, and I had to hold her upright to stop her from collapsing to the floor.
Eventually, she regained her composure, and when she turned to face me, there was an expression in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. A recognition, an acceptance. We were to take this giant leap together, cross the Rubicon, and vault the chasm of convention.
She took my hand and led through to her bedroom, our bedroom now.
We stood together, silent, her hands moving across my chest and shoulders. A long look at me, a last look of innocence, and she dropped down to her knees.
“Such a good girl.” I stroked her hair.
One hand wrapped ’round the root of me while the other weighed my balls.
There was a curiosity to her movements, a sense of exploration. A thing so often dreamed about had finally come true.
She kissed my tip. The faintest flick of her tongue against its opening before she pushed her lips along my glans, stretching them wide to overcome my huge coronal ridge.
She moved her mouth back and forth like that over my swollen bulb for a few moments, savouring the size and texture of that most astonishing aspect of the male anatomy.
She started to work her way down my shaft, little by little, incrementally taking more of me each time until I could feel my cockhead touch her throat.
There were still three or four inches left remaining, but she seemed determined to swallow all of me, pushing her head forward until I could feel her windpipe bulging.
“Such a good girl.”
I held her head and gently pulled her onto me, but with only an inch to go, it proved too much. She choked and gagged and withdrew her head. Long strings of drool looped from my penis to her pretty mouth.
“Oops, too deep.”
A little giggle and the sparkle in her eyes.
I helped her to her feet and pushed her gently back onto the bed.
“My turn.”
Still with that angelic smile, she spread her legs.
Although I’d seen her nude a hundred times, nothing had prepared me for the sight that met my eyes.
The glory of her teenage cunt was a wonder to behold. The wet pink curtains were already parted to reveal a tiny tunnel and, above it, her pleasure pearl, bright purple and erect.
I closed my eyes to better concentrate on the perfume of her sex: the sweetest peaches with a syrup tang.
She raised her knees obligingly to let me encircle my arms around her legs, my fingers reaching up to twist her nipples.
As she had done with me, my first touch was just the faintest brush of my lips upon her glistening labia. She trembled and then cried out softly as my tongue probed the entrance to her womanhood.
After a period of worship – I couldn’t say how long – I raised my sodden face and looked into her eyes. Again, the sparkle of her love could never be mistaken, and I held her gaze as my tongue flicked up and over her love button, making her eyes roll back, and her mouth fall open in a silent scream of rapture.
Flicking and circling, swirling and teasing, her climax was almost immediate, her knuckles white as she clawed the sheets and thrashed around in ecstasy.
Gradually, her eruption abated, and I moved up to be above her, lowering my face for a kiss.
As our tongues made love inside our mouths, she wrapped her legs around my waist. Pulling me forward so that my crown pushed through her dripping lips and rested snug against her entrance.
She broke this kiss. I didn’t move.
“I’m a virgin. I waited for you; it could only be you.”
Then, quiet but decisive, “Fuck me, Daddy.”
