The story below is part of a collection of ten erotic, romantic short stories on the edge of exhibitionism. An amuse tush, if you will, for mature (age 18+) audiences only.
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“You really come prepared,” he said as I stabbed a tent stake into the sand.
He loitered in his flip-flops, looking unsure of what to do with himself despite nailing the beach day look. Over his trunks, he wore a crisp white shirt that fluttered in the wind, allowing peekaboo glimpses of his skin, glistening with a hint of sweat in the early evening sun.
“I live a few miles from the beach. It’s a rule that you have to keep your beach gear in the trunk of your car at all times.” I moved on to the next three stakes, pausing to throw him a very serious look over my shoulder. “You know, in case of an emergency beach day.”
He grinned and shook off his rigid stance. “Well, I’m glad to have you in this emergency.”
We shared a quiet smile before the tent ballooned up into shape, the front unzipped towards the shore. He pointed to the beachside bar at the edge of the parking lot where the sand met the pavement. “I’m going to grab us some drinks.”
“Could you get me something sweet?”
“You got it.”
After he left, I knelt and took a sweeping look at our setup. I unfolded a beach blanket to cover the sand under the opaque parachute material and brought the rest of our bags into the shade of the tent. Satisfied, my mind turned to his return. I slipped my coverup off over my head and stretched out on my stomach in my bikini. I wanted to give him a good view to guide him back to our spot – so I arched my back to stick out my ass, bent my knees, and gently swayed my feet in the air.
He wasn’t gone long and he sounded winded when he returned. “This looks… great.”
“What did you get?” I glanced casually over my shoulder as if I wasn’t clenching every one of my muscles for this pose. He stood slack-jawed in the sand, holding two plastic cups filled with colorful drinks. He snapped out of his stupor when he caught my gaze.
Worth it.
“Something sweet for someone sweet.” He approached the tent, knelt by my side, and handed me my cup. With his newly freed hand, he glided his fingertips from the back of my calf up to my thigh, his icy touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His fingers spread as he reached the curve of my ass, gently cupping the skin just under my bikini.
“Mmm.” I practically purred.
He squeezed before letting go. I immediately missed the soft weight of his grip.
I propped myself up and took a sip of the icy drink. “Thanks.”
He leaned down and caught my lips in his, the sugary liquid mingling with our tongues for several hot seconds. I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my throat. He traced a strand of hair along the side of my face and the restraint in his touch made me crave more.
But he pulled away. We were on a public beach, after all.
The sounds of people enjoying the surf drifted up and mixed with the waves. I turned onto my back. He stretched out next to me and propped himself up on his elbow.
I watched as his gaze dropped and fell over my body. He didn’t bother hiding the desire written plainly on his face. His free hand twitched as if he couldn’t help the urge to touch me. I crossed the space between us first, lifting my hand and entwining my fingers through his.
He took the encouragement as intended and trailed his fingertips up and down my arm. His voice was low and close when he spoke. “So what’s your favorite thing to do at the beach?”
“I usually bring a book but if I’m being honest, I rarely actually read on the beach. Mostly I lie out like a lizard and soak in the sun. Bring the book along as intellectual cover.”
He grinned. “What’s your cover today?”
I poked through the bag with my other hand and pulled out a paperback. “It’s a paranormal time-traveling romance set in Scotland.”
“So, like… Outlander?”
“Kind of.” I was impressed he knew that reference. “But this is a different paranormal time-traveling romance set in Scotland. Why, are you a Gabaldon fan?”
He shrugged. “I got a decent way into the first season of the show.” He flipped through the well-worn book to a page I’d dog-eared. “Ooh. This is steamy.”
I laughed. “Yes, it is.”
“They’re making out on a beach right now.”
“That’s relevant.” I had forgotten that scene existed. I sat up. “Let me see.”
I skimmed the pages he had open from over his shoulder. “They are not making out on a beach. They are definitely making out next to a bog.”
“Fine.” He snapped the book shut. “But the beach sounds better to me.”
I giggled. “That’s because you’re on a beach right now.”
He leaned closer as I lay back down, then reached across my midsection to stroke his fingertips over my other arm. “Have you ever made out on a beach?”
I had to think about that for a second. “Actually… no.”
He gasped and straightened. “Even though you live within just a few miles? There’s no rule that you have to make out on the beach when you live this close?”
I tilted my head and gave my most innocent look. “I guess I’m just an outlaw.”
Another giggle bubbled out of me as he rose onto his elbows, his warm arms bracketing me on either side, his chest coming up against mine. My hands fluttered to his shoulders.
“Admittedly, outlaws are sexy. But I can think of a solution to your predicament.” His leg slipped between mine, putting delicious pressure against the ache building up at my core.
I moaned and bit my lip – then hesitated. Although sounds carried up from the beach, we were obscured by the tent, with few people in our line of sight.
So I reached up my hands, sank my fingers into his hair, and ground my pelvis into him. He leaned in and took my lips in slow, indulgent strokes, his tongue gently coaxing my mouth open in a way that felt like melting. He pressed his thigh firmly against my center and I gasped for breath before we tangled in another round of leisurely kisses.
“Fuck,” I muttered the next time I came up for air. “The fact that I’ve missed out on beach make-outs for so long is a crime.”
He hummed against my skin as he pressed kisses down my neck. “For the record, I prefer the beach. But I’d still make out with you even if we were next to a bog.”
“Truly, romance is not dead.” I tried to go for sarcasm as I bit back a moan and squirmed underneath him, taking on the satisfying weight of his body. He groaned and stiffened. All over.
I rubbed up against his erection. “Oh, hello.”
“Careful there.” His breath brushed against my ear. “You’re playing with fire.”
I couldn’t help it. He was too irresistible not to tease. “But what if I like playing with fire?”
I wondered what he would do next. Would he call my bluff and up the ante?
Without a word, he reached over, grabbed the tent zipper, and slowly pulled it closed, insulating us from the eyes and sounds of the world.
And with that, my heart was off to the races. An electric awareness passed through my body, charging me up from my fingertips to my toes. I wanted him, bad. Here. Now.
He pulled down my bikini top until my breasts spilled over, kissing and suckling one nipple then the other, my breath hitching at the acute draw of his lips. When he came back up to kiss my mouth, I caressed the straining outline of his cock and tugged at the ties of his shorts. Once freed, he bounced heavily into my hands, hot and smooth and hard.
I slipped my other hand under my bikini bottoms, where I was slick in anticipation of him. I wet my fingers then gripped him, spreading the slickness over the head and shaft of his cock. He sucked in a hard breath as I stroked him with smooth, swirling pumps. I shimmed and lifted my hips to help him remove my bottoms. He positioned the tip of his cock between my legs, rubbing himself up and down the wet folds of my pussy.
This time I did moan, as quietly as I could manage. “Yes. God, yes.”
He entered me slowly, sweetly, until I was deliciously full with the whole of him. I bucked my hips to meet him, digging my feet into the sand. The rest of the world retreated as we found our rhythm, our quickening breaths the only thing that could give us away. The blood rushed in my ears and mixed with the sounds of the waves as a swell of pleasure carried me over one crest after another. He followed not long after, his own climax extending mine.
Our bodies rested against one another in the afterglow, our chests expanding, muscles relaxing, until we became vaguely aware of the world around us once again.
“You think anyone’s noticed us?” I whispered.
He gave me a mischievous smile as he lifted himself onto his forearms and kissed me on the forehead. “Nah. We’re just conscious of our UV exposure.”
I tried to sound serious. “That’s super reasonable.”
“Hey, the tent’s got a zipper to close the flap for a reason.”
I squeezed his ass cheeks. “I’m sure this is the reason, too.”
He chuckled. We untangled ourselves and righted our clothes. After exchanging a conspiratorial glance, we unzipped the tent flap. No one paid us any mind. The world went on, oblivious. He stood first, extended his hand to me, and we walked to meet the water.
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