your sun

the natural fence of weather-worn rocks and lush vegetation created a provocative veil of secrecy. through gaps in the foliage, you caught glimpses of tanned bodies moving freely, no longer tangled in synthetic pieces of swimwear.

curiosity and… excitement.

“going for a walk!” you called to your friends, but they were too engrossed in their volleyball game to hear your words.

without a second thought, your feet carried you along the waterline until you reached the edge of the rocky barrier. a narrow path wound between two large boulders, partially hidden by overhanging palm branches. your heart hammered against your ribs as you slipped through, emerging on the other side shortly after.

the nudist beach was smaller than your resort’s stretch of sand, more intimate, with clusters of bare sunbathers scattered along the shore. most paid you no mind — just another lost tourist, they probably assumed.

but one man noticed you.

he lay on a striped towel close to the rocky parting, propped up on his elbows, a lazy smile playing on his rosy lips. his purple hair caught the sunlight like a fresh iris, and his dual-coloured eyes gleamed with mischief as they traveled the length of your clothed body. he was beautiful, ethereal in a way only mythical sirens were —sharp cheekbones, a jaw that could cut glass, and a lean yet elegant physique that spoke of someone who spent considerable time caring for his body.

your gaze traveled downwards despite your best restraints, following the scarce happy trail… and your mouth went dry.

even soft, what was between his thighs was impressive — a thick cock nestled in a drizzle of fine, purple hairs, heavy and undeniable against his muscular thigh. the sight of it, together with a faint twitch, sent a bolt of scorching heat straight to your cunt, and you felt your bikini bottoms grow damp from something that wasn’t sea water.

he beckoned you to step closer, to venture deeper into the nudist beach… away from the crowded shoreline and closer to his more reclusive patch of sand.

“well, well, well.” he called out when you were finally close enough, his voice a smooth, melodic tune that lulled you in. “what do we have here? a little voyeur who lost her way?”

you should have turned around at that accusation. should have apologized for your disrespect and retreated to the safety of your friends, your resort and your boring, clothed existence.

instead, you took a step closer, swiping your tongue over your dry lips to speak up.

“i… was just curious.” you managed, hating how breathless you sounded under his powerful, unmoving gaze.

“curious.” he repeated, extending both arms and pushing upwards, sitting up fully. the movement made his cock shift against his thigh, and you watched it, transfixed. “curious about what, exactly? about how it feels to be free of garments? or about how it feels to be watched?”

he rose to his feet with fluid grace, completely comfortable in his nakedness. the breeze caught his hair, and he ran a hand through it casually, his body movements open and unrestricted.

he was on display for everyone.

and, especially, on display for you.

“i’m rafayel... and i think you’re a very naughty girl, wandering over here when you know you shouldn’t.”

he took a step closer, and then another, his soft cock rocking along his trotting legs, walking towards you until you could smell the salt of the sea and the aromatics of the shining sun rays on his skin.

your flesh tingled with awareness, goosebumps almost blooming all over.

“tell me.” he murmured, reaching out to trace the strap of your bikini top with one finger. bold, uncaring, as if he knew you wouldn’t push him away. “do you always stare at strangers’ cocks like that? or am i just special?”

“rafayel–”

“that’s right, cutie! i am honestly shocked you remembered my name… with you being soooo distracted.” he chuckled lightly, coating the insult in his sugary voice. “i like the way it sounds on your lips.” his hand trailed up your throat, following the curve of your neck and landing on your chin. slowly caressing your lower lip with his thumb.

“i saw you watching me from over there. saw you literally shiver when you looked at my cock. is that why you’re here?” he leaned in, face tilting downwards into your ear, whispering the key questions. “you wanted to touch it, didn’t you? wanted to put your mouth on a stranger’s dick.”

you should have protested. you should have been offended by rafayel’s assumptions, slapping his daring hand away and running back to your friends.

yet you nodded, thinking with your pussy instead of your brain, leaning into his hand and parting your lips. maintaining eye contact with him, you engulfed his thumb and sucked — drawing a beautiful moan from rafayel’s own hungry lips.

his groan was low and pleased. “such an honest little thing... i like that.” his other hand cupped the swell of your breast through the thin fabric of your swimwear, digit circling your nipple until it pebbled against the material. “i will be honest too– i can’t wait to see those beautiful tits properly.”

“h–here?” you stammered, glancing around, suddenly aware of the public setting that would be perceiving you. there were people scattered along the shoreline, and some were close enough to see you two messing around, if they looked thoroughly.

you will be exposed too and–

“don’t worry about them, cutie.” rafayel reassured, his voice dropping to a brooding, dangerous whisper, his words between comfort and threat. “they’re all too absorbed in their own pleasure to care about ours. but there is something... thrilling about the possibility, isn’t there?”

“ahh–”

you gasped and you could see him grinning wider at your reaction, sharp teeth peeking beautifully from beneath. “the possibility of someone looking over and seeing you slutted out for a stranger?”

“that’s…”

his hands slid away and up to your shoulders, applying gentle pressure and redirecting your posture. “you want it, no? on your knees, then. show me how much you crave my cock.”

with that gentle push, you dropped to your knees in the warm sand, looking up at him with your doe eyes and flushed cheeks. from this angle, his cock was even more imposing — heavy yet still soft against his balls, the head partially visible beneath the foreskin. your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, of feeling him grow hard on your tongue.

particularly now, in public.

“go on.” he encouraged, his voice soft but commanding. “see if it was worth sneaking in here.”

you leaned forward, your hands finding his strong thighs for balance. the skin was warm from the sun, the muscle firm beneath your palms. you pressed a tentative kiss to the inside of his thigh first, and he let out a small, pleased sound.

“such a good girl.” he praised. “and so needy, too. how long have you wanted this, hm? since you first stepped onto the nudist beach?”

you hummed in approval, your mouth already hovering near his cock, lips wet and warm with excitement. the scent of him filled your senses — the salt, his sun-kissed skin, the faint musk of arousal, all mingled together in a mesmerizing aroma.

“use your words.” he prompted, one hand threading through your hair, nails scraping at your scalp. “tell me what you want.”

“i want your cock in my mouth.” you answered, the words coming out breathless. “please.” and with that you nuzzled into his thigh, rubbing your cheek as you begged for rafayel to give into your desires.

or his desires.

“mhmm, polite too. i’m impressed.” his grip in your hair tightened just slightly, dragging you a tad closer to his cock. “go ahead then, make me feel good, pretty girl.”

you took him into your mouth without a second thought, encapsulating him between your lips and slurping it inside your warm mouth. he was impossibly soft against your tongue, but he grew harder as you sucked, his length filling your mouth as your tongue traced along the sides.

“nmph.”

the hard weight of him was exquisite, and you moaned around him, your own arousal spiking as it became more and more difficult to breath with him fully erect down your airpipe.

“look at you.” he murmured, his voice low and rough, affected by your eagerness to please. his chest rumbled with every swipe of your tongue, with every hollowing of your cheeks, groans and moans joining the wet noises of your mouth.

“sucking a stranger’s cock like it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted. so eager. so desperate.”

his hand left your hair to work at the knot of your bikini top behind your neck. the strings gave way easily under his dexterous fingers, and the fabric fell away, baring your breasts to the warm sea air and the possibility of any wandering eyes.

“there we go.” he breathed, his fingers finding your naked nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, giving it the treatment it deserved since the beginning. “stunning. i knew they’d be perfect.”

you moaned around his cock, throat constricting tighter around it with each pinch and tumble of your nipples. the heaviness of rafayel on your tongue, together with his nimble digits toying with your tits created an overwhelming flash of pleasure. and fuck, if it wasn’t exactly what you were chasing — the thrill of a summer adventure.

“ngh– ra–f–el.”

he was painfully hard now, straining against your tongue, blocking it from full articulation, and you could feel the pulse of his boiling blood through the sensitive flesh.

ringing alongside your own throbbing clit.

“fuck, you’re divine.” he purred, his voice dark with pleasure, eyes condescendingly admiring your knelt form. “naked on a nudist beach, sucking a stranger’s cock, and hoping someone sees you… aren’t you? you want them to see what a slut you are.”

his words should have offended you. but instead, they created electrifying sparks all over your skin, and you moaned in agreement around his bullying cock.

“haha–” he laughed, a sound wicked yet delighted, so very pleased by your servitude and neediness. “knew it. you’re a naughty one, aren’t you? parading around in that tiny bikini, pretending you don’t want to be naked. but you do.”

“ugh– ye–shit–”

“you want them all to see what i’m doing to you.”

his hips began to move, a restless, unmeasured thrusting that pressed his cock deeper down your throat. his hand flew back into your hair, grasping at the roots and making you mold after his needs, letting him take what he wanted.

“that’s it.” he tutted, satisfied by the way your lips gaped around his cock, loving how your saliva and his precum was frothing at your mouth. “you take it so well, pretty. like you were made for this. made to be on your knees for a stranger who truly appreciates you.”

the hand on your breast squeezed harder, and your nipple ached sweetly beneath it. he pinched it tighter, and you gasped around his cock, squeezing your cheeks and creating a harsher suction around him.

“you like that?” he asked, pinching again, making your thighs quiver in the sand from the pleasure. “you like when i play with your pretty tits while you suck me off? tell me, cutie.”

you nodded frantically, unable to speak with your mouth full of cock. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he pushed deeper, your throat working wonders around him as your nose hit his happy trail.

“such a slut.” he muttered between moans, his voice strained now with his own pleasure. “so beautiful, on your knees in the sand, taking every inch i give you. i’m going to cum down your throat, cutie, and you’re going to swallow every drop like the good girl you are.”

“ra’af– ngh–”

“we wouldn’t want to litter at the beach, would we?”

the sensation built between your legs, your thighs clenching together as you sucked him harder, bobbing your head in tandem with his own thrusts. the rough texture of his fingers on your nipples, the saltiness of him on your tongue, the openness of it all — the potential for anyone to see you like this — it was all too much.

your dominant hand abandoned its spot on his thigh and travelled into your bikini bottoms.

“s–shit, you’re touching yourself, aren’t you?” he laughed breathlessly, head lolling back from how hot you were. “just from sucking my cock? what a perfect little thing you are.”

his hips thrusted forward one last time, and, with a shudder, he spilled load after load, hot and thick, down your bruised throat. the feeling of his thick, creamy cum sent you over the edge, your body quivering to orgasm, your ecstatic moans muffled around his spent cock.

he held you glued to his navel for a moment more, his hand gentle in your hair, before sliding out with a wet pop. with disheveled hair, stained lips and glossy eyes, you looked up at him, following the way his sloppy cock exited your mouth.

you were sooo dazed with lust.

“not bad for a first meeting, cutie.” he breathed out, his smirk no longer smug, shaking from the amazing orgasm you gave him. “how about i return the favour? give that sopping wet pussy what it deserves?”

you nodded absentmindedly, your voice gone, your head now spinning with the promise of more pleasure. oh, to have this handsome stranger’s mouth on your cunt? or, even better, to feel his cock deep inside your guts, kissing your cer–

“but we do it on your beach.”

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