She’s been sitting at that bar for ten minutes now. Beautiful as always, naturally. I like that dress on her. Of course it makes her tits look more amazing than usual. It’s our first attempt at public role playing. Strangers finding each other in a bar. Her drink is gone. I better go play my part.
As I start walking over a guy decides to try his luck and sits down next to her on the left. I go ahead and sit on her right but leave a seat between us.
He starts with “Hey there. How’s it going?”
Original. She responds with “I guess I’ll have to wait and see.” I love her. She’s so fun.
“Can I get you a drink while we wait?”
“Sure, if you can guess my drink.”
He takes an exaggerated questioning look at her. “Ok. But first what’s your name?” She takes a quick glance at me from the corner of her eye and with a grin so slight it could easily be missed she says “Lanie.”
“I’m Brad.” He sits back on his bar stool, puts his hand on his chin, and squinting a bit he says “l’m thinking sex on the beach.” Then smiles like it was clever. Man, this guy’s a tool. He has no idea how much of a waist of time this is for him.
“Is that a guess or a suggestion?” She asks.
“Take it as you will.”
Ok. I think it’s time to shut this guy down. Not looking up from a spot on the bar in front of me I say “So, is anyone allowed to make a guess?”
The grin falls from Brad’s face and he says “Hey, bud. We’re trying to have a private conversation here.”
She looks at me and says “Whatcha got?”
I turn my head toward her and stare into her eyes without expression for about five seconds then look over at the bartender. “Could she have another mojito?”
She smiles and says “Very good. I guess that means you win.” She turns left. “Sorry Brad. Better luck next time.”
He stands up, a bit pissed, and walks away glaring at me.
“So, handsome stranger, what brings you out tonight?”
“Well, I was sitting in my hotel room and thought to myself I should go down to the bar, find the hottest girl there, and cock block some dude.”
She chuckles and says “Well, mission accomplished on all fronts. What are you drinking tonight?”
“Sex on the beach sounded pretty good.”
Smiling “Is that a suggestion?”
“It’s an intention, but for now” turning toward the bartender “an old fashioned, please.”
We spend an hour or so talking, drinking, enjoying each other’s company. We didn’t notice when the false personas fell away. These times of just us, open, honest, loving each other are some of my favorite times in my life. She is so much more than I deserve.
I pay our tab and we walk out of the bar, through a corridor, and out the hotel door that leads directly onto the beach. When we reach the sand we take off our shoes and keep moving forward. We stop as we nearly make it to the water’s edge and take in the view. I step behind her, wrap my arms around her waist, and kiss the top of her head. The moon is a few nights shy of being full but it’s still putting off a lot of light. As it sits low in the night sky it shines across the rippling waves. We stand there for a lifetime listening to the ocean and watching the light dance. The view, the sound, the smell of Lanie mixed with the salt air, the feel of her leaning into me with all of her stresses and tensions melting away…….if there was ever a manifestation of heaven on earth……….
I kiss her head again. She turns to face me and just looks up at me, staring. It’s dark but I can still see her light shining in her eyes. It’s too bright to be reflection. It comes from deep within her. I don’t even have a choice anymore. My heart forces me to lean in and kiss her warm lips. We hold one another, our mouths pressed together, tongues searching each other. We are both beginning to breathe a little heavier. We pull apart and search our eyes. I turn to look behind me, then bend to pick up our shoes, take her by the hand, and walk to the open cabana we passed on our way to the water. I drop the shoes at the corner of it and lead her to the cushioned beach chair. I lower her down and lay myself almost on her, my leg draped between hers. I gently touch her face pulling it to mine for another deep kiss. My fingers caress her cheek then her neck under her jaw. She sets all five of my senses on fire. She stokes my neck, shoulder, and back, pulling me tight to her and releasing. If this was all I could ever have with her it would sustain me for life. Thankfully it’s not. She begins to press harder against me as she tugs at my butt. My hand slides down her hip and leg until it finds bare skin. The moment it does my every nerve ignites sending a light shutter through me. I don’t know if it’s in spite of or because of our years of marriage, but she can still make me feel like it’s my first time.
I move over, more centered over her. She opens her legs a bit more and lifts a knee. My hand slides up her leg moving over her hip and butt cheek. My kisses move down to the neck line of her dress and across her cleavage. We’re both breathing harder. She reaches between us to open my pants. When she does her hand slides in and wraps around my penis. My body stiffens and my breath stops for a moment. Her touch is a drug. I need it more than air. I tear myself from her just long enough to rip away my clothing, the barrier between us. As I do she takes the opportunity to pull off her panties. I cover her again as she moves her dress out of our way. I pause the kisses and lock eyes as I push into her. Her eyes close and her mouth opens as she pulls in a quick breath. She releases that breath with an “Oh…my…..God!”
Gently, slowly, but with strength I bury myself in her repeatedly. I am swollen to my limit. So much it almost hurts. She nearly sets me on fire she is so hot. Her wetness lets me slide into her with ease.
We are the only people on earth, becoming one. The vast ocean crashing at our feet seems small compared to the amount of passion between us.
She pulls me to the side to move me under her. Straddling me she slides my cock back into her. As she slides her velvety opening up and down my shaft she pulls her arms through the tiny straps of her dress. I reach and pull down the top just enough to expose her breasts. Her nipples are pebbles capping these soft mounds of beautiful flesh. I caress them gently at first. They make my mouth water. I sit up wrapping my arms around her pulling her tight to me and filling my mouth with her tit. Her legs wrap my hips as she uses them to pull in deeper.
My senses are heightened. The ocean raises to a roar only to be matched by the intensity of her groans. As it all builds she cries out, unhindered, full of nothing but passion and me. She lets loose her orgasm as I burst into her. My teeth clenched as tightly as my eyes. Now all I can see are the stars with which she fills my eyes, hear is the breath of her passion, taste is her skin, smell is her hair, feel is her wrapped around me. She is all of existence. She is why I live.
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