Nude beach gets very hot!

SHYLA GETS WET.

I had asked Shyla, a hot chick I had met at Kennedy Airport recently to join me for a day trip to Monmouth Park race trace. I told her the best part was getting there which, indeed, it was. Only I didn’t tell her all the reasons why.

As agreed, we met at the South Street Seaport where we planned to board the NY Waterways hydrofoil to Monmouth with a bus connection at the end.
Shyla looked great! She wore a red and white polka-dot halter top revealing succulent cleavage and a thigh-length pair of white denim shorts, cut tight at the crotch. The boat was loaded with women of all ages but none could boast Shyla’s blatant come-hither look. And I wasn’t the only one who noticed. From the crew to the crew cuts, guys licked their chops at the thought of manhandling those mounds and fingering that pussy. And the girls? My guess was more than a few wouldn’t have minded nursing on those tits.

My cock stirred in my jean cut-offs as we began sailing. Bouncing along in the wind-swept sunshine was pleasant enough. Looking down Shyla’s blouse and watching her tits bounce was its own reward. My hand ‘accidentally’ reached down and massaged my hardening cock. I knew that this might be all the action I would get that day. Her stimulation was going to be simulation, and that’s all.

After about 20 minutes, a crew member announced, “First stop, Sandy Hook. Sandy Hook.” I pretended I forgot there was a stop along the way, but suggested we get off to explore. There was plenty of time till race time and we could pick up the next boat passing. “I’ve heard about this place. This peninsula is an historic military post from the Revolutionary War,” I said, “and it could be interesting. I just bought a new digital camera,” pointing to the picnic basket at my feet, “and I’d like to try it out.”

Shyla seemed agreeable and we debarked along with perhaps two dozen mostly couples. While a few wandered off to the left, almost all the others headed directly for a school bus parked nearby. “Shyla, could you watch the while I go find out what’s up?” She smiled and nodded sure.

I walked over to the bus and quickly returned. “They said the bus goes to an incredibly beautiful beach, with a great view of downtown Manhattan in the distance. And the ride is only five minutes.” “OK,” she replied, “but I can’t really do anything; I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”

We boarded the bus and both noticed the multiple sets of tits in all sizes and shapes hanging snugly in their bikini tops among the well-tanned travelers. “Boy,” Shyla said, “these girls must all use tanning machines, because I don’t see tan lines on any of them.”

In no time the bus arrived at the beach which was known as Gunderson. As we headed closer and closer toward the water, Shyla suddenly reeled back in shock. She grabbed my arm: “Hey, these people are freaking naked! Look at ’em!”

I paused and pretended to share her sudden revelation. “God, I had no idea.” I figured less was more in the talk department at this point so as not to give it away by laughing. After appropriate silence, I asked,” Have you ever been to one?” “Yes,” replied Shyla, reddening in the face, “but not with you!” By that time my cock had reached a semi-hard state more than doubling in size. Pressing against my jeans, it was roaring for release. I began to fantasize about the feel of Shyla’s silky hands touching it; and her sweet wet mouth sucking it.

As a result my brain froze trying to come up with the most convincing reply. Instead, the best I was able to deliver was a steady barrage from Bartlett’s Convenient Clichés.
“Well,” I said, “when in Rome…” As of that wasn’t bad enough, I followed with, “Shyla, we are both adults and know that nothing will happen.”

“Well, I do like to admire good bodies…” Shyla said fatalistically, her voice trailing off. “And huge cocks,” she whispered to herself. “But let’s go to a remote place. I can’t afford to be seen naked with a guy.” We picked up the basket and headed off to the least crowded area of the beach, back toward the dunes.

Once there, I opened the basked and pulled out the large, queen-sized blanket, saying,
“There, this’ll give each of us plenty of room to sun tan. Good thing I brought lotion — just in case we sat in the sun at Monmouth.”

Somewhat shyly, and giving me a mock-disapproving stare, Shyla stood up and unbuttoned her halter top. Her tits, clad in a lacey black bra, were ready to burst forth. I pretended not to react but my cock stood at attention and pointed directly at her. She then started doing a pretend striptease, easing out her shorts.
“What about you, love?” she smiled provocatively. My package was usually a major selling point, so I wasn’t at all shy showing it off. I stood, slowly opening my zipper and sliding the jeans down. Momentarily, Shyla stopped disrobing and stared. “My god,” she said, as my semi-hard cock appeared, “it’s huge!” “Well, it’s been measured a few times and they tell me when it’s hard it’s 9″ long and about 5″ around. Right now, I’d say we’re about half-way there.”

“Hey, how come you’re not wearing any underwear?” she asked suspiciously. “Did you know about this place before?” “No,” I lied, “sometimes on hot days, my cock likes the free-hanging feeling and the fresh air of just shorts.” I hoped that would do it.

Shyla continued disrobing. Stepping out of her shorts she wore a matching black thong, pulled tight against her crotch. “Can I see the back?” I asked. She turned to reveal a sumptuous set of soft buttocks with the thong neatly nestled between them. Her entire body was tanned and I couldn’t see any marks.

Her back still to me, she undid her bra. I couldn’t wait to see the mounds I had waited all day to see. She slowly turned around, covering her tits with her arms– one of the sexiest fucking poses a woman can fucking make!

I lay back, smiling, and as casually as I could with my stiffening cock belying my tone of voice, “Well, when do I get to see the crown jewels?” “Here,” said Shyla, pulling back her arms and revealing the most beautiful set of flesh on God’s earth. “Holy shit!” said I, “they are fantastic.” “No wonder you’re been a guy-magnet.”

This seems to calm her and she was more casual about removing her thong. I pretended to be the same, but secretly stole a stare at her tanned pussy, barely covered with light-brown hair. Fucking wonderful. I could easily imagine myself parking my beef bus in that tuna town.

“Wanna get wet?” I asked helpfully – and hopefully. She scanned the horizon and replied, “OK, as long as we’re not near too many people.” We started off across the beach with me trailing behind. She was fabulous to watch! Bouncing breasts and buttocks, long tanned body, the essence of a woman born to be fucked. We passed several couples on the way to the water, some quite attractive, others that made you wish for nightfall — or blindness.
However, I did notice that Shyla checked out one very attractive couple. They looked European to me. She, long, lean and model-like beautiful, stretched on her stomach clothed in nothing but the tiniest, chocolate brown string bikini bottom. Fabulous. Got a dick cheer from me.
The guy, however, was what attracted most of Shyla’s attention. His lay on his back, his immense cock, dressed right pointing toward his woman, had to be at least 10″ and, I must admit, somewhat handsome looking. Uncircumcised, it looked like a hungry snake in hiding waiting to jump its prey. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine; and he draped on the cover of a porno mag.
At any rate, both were great eye-candy. We hit the water and once wet, Shyla became even hotter looking. Water bathed her body glistening in the sun and rolling down to–and off– her voluptuous nipples. They looked like two very drinkable waterfalls. We frolicked together for a short while, all the time my trying, and somewha
t succeeding, to touch that hot fucking body. Her teenage boobs had special appeal for me, my
being a tried and true tit man. Besides, they were the easiest body part to “bump into.” As the saying goes, they were real, and they were fantastic.

As we walked back up the beach, the guy half of the European couple we had passed was awake and gobbled up Shyla with his eyes. Perfect 10 is that what he thinks as he sees her kissable breasts and hot pussy bounding towards him. For her part, Shyla, the bitch who earlier wanted to stay away from people, walked so close to their blanket that, one more step and you’d have thought they were a threesome. “Bonjour,” he sang out as we approached. “Oh hello,” meowed Shyla, standing over them, mesmerized by his huge hood-covered cock. At this, the woman turned over, revealing her flawless body. Small, perky breasts, dark nipples that matched her minimal bottom and dark brown hair to match her eyes. She looked up, bored. As much as I didn’t want to, I stepped up and joined them. Seeing my cock from below created a shadow which covered almost her entire face – and got her attention. They were from France, frequented nude beaches around the world and blah, blah, blah. I wanted to fuck Shyla, he wanted to fuck Shyla, it was kind of a stand-off. The French chick? Hell, I’d throw her into the pile and see whose genitalia she wound up with. The question was who, if anyone, Shyla wanted to fuck. I had no idea whether she had any sexual experience with women.

Finally back at the blanket, about out of sight of the other couple, Shyla sat down, knees pulled up in front her chest revealing the pussy crack between her legs.
“I can put lotion on your back if you like,” I offered innocently. “It’s a hot day and it’s getting to be prime sunburn time. I saw showers back there where we can rinse off later.”
“Okay,” said Shyla, “but watch the hands, because I will be.”

She lay down on her stomach revealing her arched back, ample buttocks and muscular thighs. I leaned over and began spilling the lotion down the middle of her back. “I smell strawberries,” said Shyla “is that strawberry suntan lotion?”
“Yes, I lied, “it’s a new product.”

My hands began massaging her tight back working their way around and into her muscles. The sides of her beautiful tits poked through between her back and arms but I knew not to approach them – yet.
“Ummmmm…are you applying or massaging?” she asked. “Come to think of it, they both feel good.”

I worked the lotion deeply into her skin until it was time for more. This time I dripped it on the extremely sensitive small of her back, knowing these nerve endings were connected directly to the vagina. I pushed in gently and, as I did, saw and felt Shyla involuntarily begin grinding her hips into the blanket. No words were coming from her, only whispers and murmurs. Keeping one hand working the small of her back I slowly and gently moved the other with fresh lotion to her beige-hewed ass cheeks, keeping safely away from the crack, lest I interrupt the mood by being too aggressive.

Wish to give her multiple sensations, I moved one hand back to her shoulders and, taking two fingers ran them forcefully down each side of her spinal column, releasing her tension. She moaned again, this time louder and without inhibition. At the same time, my other hand was in full control of her buttocks, moving from one to the other, pausing to lightly pass over the crack.

With calculated caution, I asked, “Could you open your legs a little bit, so I can put lotion there?” With a delicate sigh, she spread them enough to reveal just a hint of her two holes. My cock, now resting on my right calf, became solid, lifting itself into the air, and began to throb. As my cock grew, my balls began to tighten. The tip rubbed the side of her thigh and its message to my brain was clear: “Fuck the bitch – now!”

One hand continued to stretch and relax her spine—to the accompaniment of sighs, moans and groans, my other started making an up and down motion on the crack of her ass. No resistance. If anything I could feel her ass muscles relaxing, suggesting perhaps I was being invited in. Yummy!

I decided to go for it. Working her lower back and her ass simultaneously, I ran my hand down to the outside of her pussy and gently brushed against it. She moaned again and again. “Oh God, that feels so fucking good. But we shouldn’t.”
“I’m only making you feel good, don’t worry, nothing’s gonna happen. ” As I said this, my index finger thrust cleanly but forcefully into her pussy. Wet. Juicy. Welcoming. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Goodddddddddd, that’s good.” I worked one finger, and then two in and out of her pussy as my other hand continued massaging the back of her thighs, joining the coordinated assault. With dizzying speed and interchangeably, they worked her lower body. One, then the other alternatively fucking, pushing in and out of her pussy. The other, mashing the deep musculature of her upper thighs. She spread her legs wide now, permitting easier and deeper penetration, forgoing any pretense that “We shouldn’t.” It was only a question of how far she was willing to go – or how far I could take her.

Now three fingers were jamming in and out of her cunt, her lips swollen, her juices flooding her lower body. I took my wet fingers from her pussy, brought them up to her face and said, “Here, taste yourself.” Eagerly she opened her mouth and I shoved two cunt-marinated fingers into it. She sucked and sucked, moaning uncontrollably as she did. I took the back of her head and forced her mouth down on my fingers, thus pushing them further down her throat. By now, her moans were becoming so loud I had to look around to see if we were attracting attention.
But by this point, I was beginning not to give a shit. My cock was throbbing up and down like a fucking yo-yo, its entire length and girth wanting to plow into
Shyla –anywhere… everywhere!!! Just to fuck her!

What happened next was truly amazing and almost made me cum just seeing it. Having had my fingers sucked dry in her wonderful, welcoming mouth, I decided to move the finger-fucking to full throttle. I took three fingers from each hand and began plowing them into Shyla’s cunt, at jack hammer speed, stretching it out. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she yelled, “What are you doing to me?!” “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” As she was shouting these words of ecstasy, and taking care to keep my fingers deep inside her, she raised herself to her knees, sticking her ass in the air, doggy style. My heart leaped, witnessing the most erotic pose I’ve ever seen. Shyla’s head was on the blanket, her delectable breasts bouncing back and forth in answer to my rapid-fire finger fucking, and her light brown nipples hardened from rubbing the blanket. Her pussy and ass were sticking up in the air begging to get fucked. And on a fucking nude beach! She was showing herself to the entire fucking world. Anyone passing by would see that fucking heifer in heat begging for it.

“Oh god, I’m coming,” she screamed, ramming her pussy back onto my hands, using them as a giant dildo. “I’m coming, coming, uggghhhhhhhhhhh, yes, aaahhhhhhhhhhh, ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Her convulsions went on and on as she kept pushed herself back on me. At this moment I took one hand from her pussy, wet with her juices and began circling and lubing her asshole. Browned and tight, it contracted to my touch, showing Shyla’s involuntary response to not knowing what would be coming next: pain… or pleasure…. Or both.

I was a little late with this move as she was finishing up her multiple orgasms just as I was about to explore her inner ass. I had wanted to do it in the throes of her passion when I could have gotten a lot further with less – or no – resistance. My expert analysis of her anal situation was that, though no virgin in the forest, it was not in such constant use that one could drop in anytime for dinner – without an invitation.

She rolled over on her back revealing her beautiful nude body with an incredible uninhibited smile on her lovely
, suddenly girlish, face. “That was won-der-ful,” she cooed. “You are
one sexy man.” She then reached out, pulled me toward her and gave me a slow, passionate kiss. Our lips and tongues intermingled comfortably. The sweet taste of her pussy juice lubricated both of our mouths. Instead of the awkwardness that so often accompanies first kissing, these were relaxed, satisfying. They combined the excitement of something new and surprising with that of trust and security. Tough to explain but easy to feel.
TO BE CONTINUED?