Beach Vacation
By Woody
Your bags are packed, every item double-checked and neatly tucked away. You glance around the room one last time, ensuring nothing has been forgotten. Everything is ready. Now, all that’s left is the wait.
I still can’t believe he planned this trip. He’s incredible… how did I get so lucky? The thought makes you smile as you finish getting ready for bed. Tomorrow, at this time, you’ll be on a secluded beach with the most romantic, sexy man you’ve ever known. You switch off the lights, pulling the blanket up to your chin, but sleep feels far away.
Your mind races, replaying every detail of how he surprised you. You’d talked about a getaway before—maybe a bed and breakfast nearby—but this? This was more than you’d ever imagined. His smile flashes in your memory, that mischievous curve of his lips. You can almost see him now, standing on a beach, shirtless, the sun glinting off his skin as you wrap your arms around him from behind. Your fingers drift to the soft hair on his chest in your mind, and suddenly you feel the warmth spreading through you, heat pooling low in your belly.
Your breath catches. The memory shifts to something more vivid: his touch, his body against yours, the raw passion in the way he loves you. Without thinking, your fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pajamas, and you gasp softly as your fingertips find the sensitive bundle of nerves. The vision of him grows sharper—his strong, erect cock, the way he moves inside you, the way he moans your name. Your fingers work in steady, desperate circles, and it doesn’t take long before the wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your body trembles with release, every muscle relaxing as you exhale slowly, the tension melting away. The world fades into soft, blissful darkness, and you drift to sleep dreaming of him.
The morning comes quicker than expected. You wake feeling refreshed, the excitement bubbling in your chest. After a quick shower, you apply just enough makeup to feel polished, then run a brush through your hair. A glance in the mirror tells you everything is perfect.
The door opens, and his voice fills the space.
“Hey! Ready to go?”
You spin toward him, bounding into his arms and kissing him deeply. His warmth envelops you, and the day suddenly feels brighter.
The next few hours blur into a haze of travel and happiness. The taxi finally pulls up to your destination—a cozy, secluded cabin perched at the edge of a pristine white-sand beach. The sound of the waves greets you, rolling softly against the shore.
He hands you the keys while grabbing the bags. Inside, the cabin is a dream—rustic yet modern, with a small kitchenette, a spacious bed, and a glass wall that opens onto a sprawling deck. The view takes your breath away: the endless ocean, the soft golden sand, and the promise of privacy.
Stepping onto the deck, you notice the setup: a grill and sink on one side, a large hot tub in the center, and a cozy sitting area on the other. The gentle ocean breeze brushes your skin, carrying the salty tang of the sea.
He turns to you with a playful grin. “How about a dip to freshen up?”
You nod, already picturing the cool water against your skin. As you move to grab your bikini, his voice stops you.
“Don’t forget, there’s no one else here,” he teases, pulling off his shirt with a wink.
Your cheeks flush as you glance around. He’s right, but the thought of undressing here feels both thrilling and nerve-wracking. After a moment of hesitation, you take a deep breath and pull off your top. His gaze lands on you, warm and appreciative, and you can’t help but smile under his attention.
“You’re stunning,” he says softly, stepping closer. His hand tilts your chin, drawing your eyes to his. The kiss that follows is slow and deep, his arms wrapping around you as though he never wants to let go.
The beach feels like something out of a dream. The sand is warm beneath your feet, the sun high in the sky, tempered by a gentle breeze. You wade into the surf hand in hand, the cool water lapping at your legs.
Time passes unnoticed as you laugh, splash, and lose yourselves in the beauty of the moment. By the time you step back onto the sand, the sun hangs low on the horizon, casting everything in shades of gold and amber.
Back at the deck, two chaise lounges await, draped with soft, linen-covered cushions. You settle into yours, letting the last rays of sunlight warm your skin. The stillness feels perfect—just the two of you, the sound of the waves, and the weight of his presence beside you.
Your gaze drifts to him, and a daring thought forms in your mind. A long-held fantasy. The privacy here makes it tantalizingly possible.
Carefully, you crawl over to his lounger, your heart pounding. He’s relaxed, his head tilted back, eyes closed. Slowly, you lean down, your tongue tracing the soft length of his cock.
His body stirs instantly, and you smile at his soft groan. “Oh, this is a surprise,” he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure.
You meet his gaze, holding it as you take him into your mouth. He hardens quickly, filling you, and you relish every moment, every reaction. But you want more. Pulling back, you whisper, “I need you, baby. Now. I need you to fuck me.”
Turning, you lower yourself onto your elbows, presenting yourself to him. The heat of his gaze sears your skin as he rises, his hands tracing a slow path down your back.
When he enters you, the world falls away. The rhythm of his thrusts mirrors the waves rolling to shore, the connection between you deep and unyielding. The sunset bathes you both in golden light, painting this moment with a kind of magic that feels almost unreal.
The pleasure builds, intensifies, until it overtakes you completely. His shuddering release follows yours, and you collapse into each other, tangled and breathless.
As the first stars appear above, you lie together, his arms wrapped around you, and you know this is where you belong—in his arms, on this beach, in this moment that feels infinite.
2024-11-17 23:34:53 +0000 UTC
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