Gulf Coast Beach Fun Pt-2
Though a bit more difficult for me now, with both of us sitting there naked, we continued to casually chat and flirt. In the beginning I stayed rock hard the whole time. The afternoon was really beginning to heat up now however, and once again as our casual banter continued, I began to find it easier to relax more in Delilah's presence. I never really entirely went soft though, except when we would jump in the water to cool off. The Gulf was still pretty brisk in temperature, which made the warm sun feel all that much better after we got out.
Since it was a distance of 200 feet or more from our shade to the water, we always put our suits back on for the trip, for it could be an additional 100 feet once you got out in the water before it was deep enough to relax in, to get well beyond the shore breakers. It was not at all unlikely that someone could come within sight while we were away from our towels, which we could use to quickly wrap up in if someone came along, especially the Beach Patrol. This was still pretty much the “Southern Bible Belt”, and one did not need to take unnecessary chances. And a patrol could slip up on you pretty quick on an ATV 4-wheeler.
Earlier in the day we did not really swim, as the currents there could be quite treacherous, especially in Spring, with the wind and tide whipping up a lot of big waves and rip currents. We mostly just squatted or splashed around in water about waist deep. In-between swims we would return to towels that we kept laid out in the full sun, peel our suits off, and lie down to warm up and dry off. Like a couple of big lizards, we would just lay there, soaking up the warmth and sunshine. After a bit, before we started to sweat again, we’d go back to our towel-draped chairs to relax in the shade, get a drink or snack, and just simply enjoy the day.
I was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable I was becoming with being naked around this amazing and beautiful woman. Once I warmed up again, I was nearly almost always in some state of arousal, but she took it all in stride and never made a thing about it. It all seemed perfectly natural after a while. At one point she told me about how she had lived in Europe for a few months, right after she got out of college. She explained to me how the culture there was much more casual about social nudity. “Americans are just so hung-up about the display of naked bodies,” she blurted out, “It just seems so silly!”
As the afternoon progressed we chanced to see porpoises go by several times, and occasionally they would frolic and leap out of the water. During one of these moments we both commented on how free they were with their play, and our eyes met. There was an undeniable spark at that juncture, much different than any other connection that we had made so far that day, as our gaze lingered for just a bit longer than usual.
Every time that we walked to the water and back, I took every opportunity I could to walk behind her… fumbling with something by the shade rig, or lollygagging in the water… I just could not get enough of that truly spectacular rearview, and she was a master at swinging those lovely hips of hers as she walked. I love a well-toned back, and I’ve always been a bit of an “Ass Man” as well (and a nice pair of legs almost always follows in those situations).
By now the afternoon was wearing on, and it was getting to the hottest part of the day. As we stood to go for a cooling splash in the water, I managed to ask her what she did to maintain such a lovely figure. She coyly looked over her shoulder as she strolled away toward the water and replied, “Yoga, swimming, and body sculpting.” The first one I knew something of, and the second I was very familiar with (which sure helped explain those magnificent shoulders, arms, and back that she had). I had no idea what “Body Sculpting” was, but whatever it was, I sure as hell was all for it!
I could not pinpoint exactly what it was, but even though her demeanor seemed very casual and unassuming, this woman was just too damn sexy… especially in her graceful movement. Each time we stood and I saw her move, I would start to get hard again. I would fumble with my erection in my shorts, to make it easier to walk to the water, which of course allowed me the delay I needed to get yet another opportunity to take in the sight of her walking in front of me. (Yes… I like to watch.)
This day seemed to be taking forever! I was loving every minute of it though. At this point in time I felt more comfortable with Delilah than any woman I’d ever met.
We entered the cool water, which had an immediate effect on my woody. Each time however, it was taking a little longer for the cool water to completely relax me. In the waning afternoon the waves now were little more than a gentle swell, so we were actually able to safely swim for a bit. When we returned to water that was just a bit over waist deep, we would squat down to rest and take in the beauty around us.
The water transitioned from the most amazing blue-green color that you could imagine, to a deep, dark blue, as you looked out over the Gulf. On the horizon this deep blue quickly melded into a grey line, and then up into a wall of fat, fluffy white clouds, filled with light and shadows, contrasting against the aqua water and bright blue sky above. There were times when it was difficult to tell exactly where the horizon line was, which would give the Gulf a rather surreal appearance. Looking back towards the shore provided a beautiful view of the brilliant white sand beach, backdropped by the similar dunes, which were accented with billowing sea oats, and various forms of bright green vegetation, all rich with Spring growth. It was a magical moment to behold.
We were half squatting next to each other, taking in the view, when without warning she grabbed my wrist and pulled herself into me, landing on my lap sitting sideways. She then quickly shifted her hold to grab my upper arm, while raising her other hand and snaking it behind my neck. I was absolutely startled, and my cock instantly began to harden again, despite the cool water. I instinctively held her waist in my grasp.
The swells gently bobbed us up and down, my feet intermittently connecting with the firm bottom sand. In this position I was nearly at eye level with her incredibly hard and long nipples (an extra benefit of the cool water), their thickness straining against the thin, wet material. I could not help but stare, and I wanted so badly to taste them. She got my attention again with a slight tug on my neck.
Once again she paused to let the sudden effect of her actions settle on me. With a slight tilt of her head she looked dreamily into my eyes. “You’re just too cute,” she purred, and she firmly pulled us together for a quick kiss. I could not have been more surprised at that moment, and had it not been for the coolness of the water, I probably would have cum right then and there!
As she pulled back, her expression took on a much more mischievous look, and she suddenly took her hand from behind my arm and plunged it into the water between our bodies, inside my shorts, and firmly grabbed my now fully hard cock. “Oh My!” she gasped, “Now That IS Impressive!” With a firm grip on my manhood she leaned in again, pressing our cheeks together, and in a husky voice breathed into my ear, “I may just have to do something about that later!”
She spun herself around now, so that she straddled my lap, firmly wrapping those wondrous legs around my waist. It was like she was a gymnast, and I was the “apparatus”. She let go of my cock and wrapped both arms around my neck. She slowly drew me into her for a very long and deep kiss, pressing our bodies together tightly with her legs, squeezing me firmly. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed back, a low moan vibrated from deep within her… I felt as if I was going to explode!
Up to this point in my life I had fairly limited experience with being sexually involved with others. My fantasy life was pretty active though, and I tend to be a pretty quick study. I paid close attention to her responses as our bodies were firmly locked together, and as she alternated the pressure of our lips… sometimes lightly brushing them together, sometimes pulling me in tight, then opening her mouth wide, our tongues dancing together wildly. She knew what she wanted, and she was in complete control. I followed along instinctively. The intensity of our urges ebbed and flowed, much like the swells that moved our bodies in the water.
The kissing seemed to last forever, and eventually I began to relax some, giving myself into it, just as she was giving herself to me. By the time she broke off the kiss, I was transported to another place. One so beautiful, that it is nearly impossible to find the words to describe it. I’ve now come to understand that a good kiss can be a very clear indicator of the quality of what can follow, and that in the right conditions a kiss can be even more erotic and sensual than sex itself. I’m still thankful to this day that I had someone like Delilah to set such a good example for me so early in my life.
She eased back, her head rolled around slightly as she let out a deep sigh, eventually making eye contact again. “Mmmm,” she purred, “that was nice!”
Being in a mostly stunned state, about all I could muster was a grunt, followed by some babbling that eventually ended up something like, “I thought that was great too.” Her body was totally relaxed as I held her. The pressure of her body against mine felt profoundly exquisite.
She unwrapped her firm legs from around my waist and disengaged from me. Standing up, she grabbed my hand and began to tow me out of the water. I was so weak-kneed that it was all I could do to stumble up the beach. By the time we reached dry sand, I had some of my composure back, but my baggy and wet suit clung to me and left nothing to the imagination as to what my state of arousal was.
Every few steps she would glance back over her shoulder with a sly smile as she continued to pull me back to our spot. Each time she would allow her gaze to drift down to my crotch, where her smile would widen slightly… occasionally licking her lips. And each time she turned to do this I would get a slightly better view of her extended nipples, and the lovely curve of the side of her breast. The teasing she was subjecting me to for the day seemed endless.
I felt a certain lewdness now as I stared at her backside. Her flesh was still slightly covered in goosebumps as the late afternoon air began to evaporate the saltwater off her body. Each time her foot firmly planted itself in the loose sand, her ass jiggled with a rippling effect that had me mesmerized. The thin, wet fabric of her nearly transparent suit clung tightly to her well-toned body. Even though I’d already seen her completely naked, my perception had now changed, and there was something about the scene before me that now added a whole new level of eroticism to the situation.
As we got back to the towels that lay in the sand next to the shade tarp, she spun around and pulled me into her with one, fluid motion. Once again, she wrapped her hand behind my neck and pulled me in for a quick, yet deep kiss. Just as suddenly, she pushed away from me and took a step back. Without any shyness at all she stared at my cock, straining against the wet fabric of my suit.
She gave a slight sigh, recaptured my gaze (which was more like a look of total bewilderment, I’d imagine), and in a throaty voice said, “Well, I suppose it is time that we did something about that, isn’t it?” I nodded dumbly in agreement.
Delilah stepped forward and slipped her thumbs inside the waistband of my trunks. In one motion she slid my suit down to my ankles and fell to her knees in front of me. On her way down, as my incredibly hard cock sprung out of my suit, it slapped her in the face. She giggled, and placed her forearms against my thighs, while at the same time grabbing my ass. She had me firmly in her grip and was once again in total control.
My cock was so hard that it stood nearly straight up. I nervously glanced up and down the beach to see if anyone was in sight. For the whole day we had seen no one, and there was still nobody visible. A bit unusual, but not unheard of for a weekday in mid-May… still, it is always best to keep an eye on the lookout. To get a better stance, I awkwardly stepped out of my trunks that covered my feet. She blew lightly against my cock… it twitched uncontrollably. I was getting weak in the knees again, and I was afraid if she did that again I might just erupt cum all over the place, on her face, and in her hair, everywhere. I concentrated desperately on not doing so.
She let out another giggle and took one last look into my eyes. I can only describe her expression as wicked abandonment. A sly grin crept across her face, and then her expression softened as she looked back to my cock and grunted.
Delilah then lunged her face forward and grabbed my cock with her lips. It stood up so straight that she could not reach the head with just her lips, so she worked her lips and tongue down the side of it, pressing it against me until she could get her mouth over the head. She gently held the bulging head of my cock in her lips and began to hum. My head rolled back and a guttural, animal moan began to emanate from deep within me, my knees began to shake. Were it not for her firm grasp on me, I likely would have toppled over, I was completely losing control… I felt that familiar tightening of my ball-sack as I got ready to cum.