The last lights of a multi-hued Southern California sunset were being dragged into the ocean, but the moonlight had already been visible for several hours. The hungry waves lapped at the beach as we walked through Paradise Cove in Malibu. The hike along the coast became tricky at some points, with crossing rocks to access the more isolated parts of the coast beaches. The crowds that flocked to the coast in early summer had vanished with the temperature dropping and the sun disappearing.
Let me step back a little. I am Karla, in my early 40s, and in the company of a new friend, Jamie, whom I met that afternoon. Jamie was just shy of fifty years but had a much younger appearance and attitude. He had an athletic build with a light tan and was around six feet tall. I would describe myself physically as about five foot five inches with a medium build and DD breasts that are one of my best assets, aside from my green eyes, blond hair, and an ass that begs to be taken.
We may often talk about weekends when nothing happens, and we feel that time is lost. Then there are those other Saturdays and Sundays, like this one.
This memorable experience was something that I couldn’t wait to tell as soon as I arrived home after two days lost in passion. I arrived early at Paradise Cove by Uber for a late lunch with one of my friends. I wanted to have a chance to darken my tan a little before we were scheduled to meet. I put on my brilliant yellow string bikini and took up a place on the beach.
Being in Southern California, a Saturday in late May, it was warm and sunny with no clouds in sight. With a tube of sunscreen, I covered my body and put on a hat to shield myself from the sun. There was a slight breeze, but the sand was warm. Just a little tired, I dozed off for a few minutes and my phone rang.
It was my friend Sam-Samantha-she had been out the night before, forgot to make reservations, and was unable to come for our late lunch because she had met someone unreal with a super loft in Santa Monica. All that in a text. A SoCal way, maybe universal now, to tell you without having to face a possible unhappy person.
Without hesitation, I quickly went to one of the places to change, put on my white panties, red lace top that did double duty to hold my double Ds in place. My white shorts, covering my ass (just a little more than necessary) and a white short-sleeve blouse with a nice flower design completed my outfit. Grabbing my sandals, I walked through the sand to the restaurant.
I hoped a single table would be available, but half of Los Angeles appeared to have the same intentions. Talking with the hostess, she said there would be a two-hour wait for a table, because parties of two or more with reservations had precedence. I had no car, and I was at the beach. Relax.
Just as I was finishing my discussion with the hostess, a man, somewhat annoyed talking on his phone was completing a call with, “No problem, but it would have been polite to tell me in advance. Goodbye.”
He approached the hostess and said, “Jamie Ritter, table for two.”
The hostess asked if the other party was present because she was unable to seat him without the other person present.
Before he could say no, I stepped in and said, “Jamie, I didn’t expect you were coming. What a fantastic surprise.”
With that, we were escorted to our table, and I thought it was time for me to introduce myself.
“I’m Karla Boniface, and I hope I didn’t inconvenience you. I had no table reserved, and you apparently had no other person.”
He looked at me, puzzled, and finally said, “Thank you. She stood me up on a first date and I planned to use the table alone. As it turns out, that wasn’t possible, and instead, I wind up with a beautiful woman who is unafraid to speak her mind. No matter what happens, this ‘date’ will be memorable.”
His smile lit up, and we started to talk. We lived close to one another by LA standards; not more than 3 miles away. He was a researcher and worked at a hospital in one of the eastern cities of Los Angeles County. I told him that my present position was yet undefined. I had studied English at the university, but following a messy divorce, I was looking for a position in screenwriting, or if that was unavailable, to do technical writing.
Despite our differences in professional backgrounds, we had numerous interests in other areas. We both like museums, and the Getty Villa was one that we both liked to visit. Visiting natural wonders, such as the Grand Canyon and Yosemite National Park, was on our list of places we could visit multiple times. Hiking along the coast was also a favorite thing for us to do, even though we weren’t as yet doing that together. Photography was another shared pastime. Our favorite films were more often classic comedies—The Blues Brothers, Home Alone, Trading Places, and The Hangover.
In addition to those things, it slipped out that we both liked to go to nude beaches. Black’s Beach near San Diego was a location where, previously, we may have revealed more to each other than we had until now, at least concerning our bodies.
Okay, things almost went better than if we were paired with ourselves on Tinder. We ordered some tropical drinks. Those were hard to forget. I ordered a fresh Mango Boba Rum, and he ordered a Blue Paradise. They were so delicious! Time had passed rapidly, and now it was after 5 PM when we completed the meal, dessert, and two espressos.
After the late lunch, Jamie suggested we take a walk along the beach. I carried my beach bag with a towel and my bikini. It was still beautiful and warm. We took off our shoes and let the sand glide over our feet as we walked. However, long walks at this part of the coast require shoes when the beach turns into rocks that you need to walk over to get to more isolated, small beaches.
Navigating the rocks and sand, we came to a secluded beach and decided to watch the waves gently caress the shoreline. By now, it was after 6 PM, and the sun was getting lower. Nobody had come to the beach since we arrived, and with my large towel, we watched the sun go lower with the colors of the light clouds now providing pastels and colors that were stunning.
Although it was our first date, I was smitten. It was unlike any first date I had experienced. Jamie was great at conversation and good-looking. He had to have a major fault somewhere. Despite that worry, it was up to me to indicate subtly that I was open to more than just a slight kiss goodbye at the end of the day.
We were sitting on the beach watching nature close up shop for the evening. To heat things up a little, I ran my fingers up and down one of his arms.
As he turned toward me, our eyes froze. He smiled, and our heads glided magnetically. Our lips met and kissed for several seconds. I felt a charge between us, and his tongue parted my lips. Our tongues danced in circles, and Jamie’s hands held my shoulders. Moving his hands around my back, we hugged, and he kissed my neck.
My impression was that we had been together for months, and I wanted him, but I wasn’t sure if he felt the same. I moved down lower and slipped my right hand down the back of his pants to touch the top of his butt gently. Slipping out and moving my right hand toward the front, I grazed the lump in his pants, as if it were an error. The bulge was hard, and his lack of response led me to bring my hand back and softly touch that swollen member that hid underneath his clothing.
As I opened and closed my fist around his flesh staff, he moaned, and the sensation spread from my tongue to my pussy. His right hand found my majestic mounds, and my nipples crystalized as his hand massaged my tits.
When I started the day, I had no idea I could be fucking on a deserted beach. When Jamie kissed me again, almost breathless, I said, “Isn’t this like Black’s Beach.”
He answered, “Not the same geography, but why don’t we pretend?”
In an instant, he broke our contact, stood up, removed his polo shirt, and unbuttoned his shorts, which fell to the ground. He was almost nude except for his damn boxers and that tent in the front of his crotch was hiding a big treat.
This was not the time to hesitate, so I pulled the boxers down and his wonderful cock pointed up to the stars that were now coming up. Sitting and unable to resist, I moved to my knees and sucked on the head of his shaft. A forceful pulse of his manhood almost brought the head out of my mouth, but I kept it and had what I thought would be a great ice cream flavor, dick precum. Let Ben & Jerry market that flavor.
After a few minutes of sucking his flesh stick, I knew it was time to undress and offer my most precious gift to Jamie. Jamie sat down as I stood up and I removed my red silk lace undergarment slowly sliding it over my panties to expose my heaving tits ready to be fucked.
“Normally, I have music for this,” I said as I felt myself dripping wet.
I bent slightly and moved my white lace panties down from my pussy. As my hands descended, I pulled the silk away from my legs with the area between my slit wet with a steady flow of my love juice. If Jamie was ready, my pussy was too.
Still standing nude, Jamie moved closer and wanted to make sure I was not going to have any trouble with liquidity between my legs. He parted my legs as I stood with the light breeze caressing me. Moving between them, he caressed my legs, moving slowly towards my womanhood.
Jamie’s moist tongue touched my slit and moved up and down. He wetted his tongue more with my juice and he found the center of my pleasure, licking, then sucking, while a deft finger penetrated my love tunnel. I moved a little back and knew that I needed him inside me.
Although almost impossible, I moved away from him eating me with enthusiasm and skill. I laid down on the beach towel taking his cock in my hand. It was enough manipulation that he was at full erection, and I was on fire.
I wanted him missionary first, but as soon as he saw me with my legs splayed, he knelt between them and placed his seven-inch penis parting my slit. It was really thick, but with his precum and my wetness he moved it back and forth rubbing my clit with each stroke. That was almost enough, but I wanted his load so much.
With an easy movement, he slipped down, opened my hole with his member, and penetrated while he played with one of my breasts and held my head with the other hand. Stroking my neck, he made me even wetter, and it was only now I realized we were on a public beach fucking like it was in a bedroom somewhere. I didn’t care and became even wetter.
Jamie was also hot for me he was moaning with pleasure while I pleaded, “Fuck me hard and deep. I want your spunk in my cunt!”
As I completed my entreaty, my body convulsed in joy, with a copious release of my love juice. Simultaneously, I felt Jamie's shaft spasm multiple times. His creamy liquid flooded and mixed with my juice, making a passionate sauce.
We kissed deeply and his meaty shaft started to shrink, but my pussy held him tight. As his manhood sluggishly slipped out of my pussy, I shifted down to clean his leftover erection. My pussy slowly gave up his milk, but that would take some time to run out completely. After I cleansed his marvelous cock with my mouth and tongue, I moved back up and we kissed languidly.
It was another worldly experience. We could have been in prehistory or on a deserted island, but we were only ten miles from Los Angeles. Our concern now became finding our way back to Paradise Cove in the dark with a little bit of moonlight and starlight, and then deciding what to do, because I have no car. One thing is sure. I will never hear the name of the cocktail "Sex on the Beach" without becoming a little wet.
