On the Beach, II A lanky, dark haired young man with a beard and a studious look, and a thin but muscular blond woman with a twinkle in her eyes are hiking along the Mediterranean coastline as the sun begins to warm the air. The sea is calm with an occasional swell causing small waves to break on the sand. The two stop and take off their backpacks, stacking them against each other on the beach. They rumage around in the packs until they find towels to spread on the sand and then sit to remove their shoes and socks. He remains sitting on the towel and looks far out to sea. She stands behind him, slipping out of her hiking shorts and pulling her tee shirt over her head, revealing a mist of spun golden hairs flowing down her spine to meet twin rows of muscle that disappear into a bright red bikini bottom. The nipples on her firm breasts point towards the horizon. She bends and kisses him on the back of the neck, then runs to jump into a breaking wavelet with a squeel of delight. He stands and pulls off his shirt, then drops his shorts around his legs onto the towel and steps out of them. A brush of fine dark hair runs down his chest and stomach meeting a large bulge underneath his black streach bikini underwear. He tosses the shirt on top of the shorts and runs down to meet her in the next wave. They stand in the knee deep water, jumping with feigned surprise when waves wash higher. He digs up handfuls of silty brown sand and, starting at her shoulders, spreads it over her body, down her back and over her thighs. She poses statue-still until a moment after he has completely covered her with the sand and then throws herself backwards into the water with a yell. Splashing around, she washes off his sand bath and comes up for air. They frolic in the thigh deep surf for a while longer. Then she suddenly pulls herself towards him and kisses him pasionately holding him close with her arm around his waist. His back is to the beach, hers to the open sea. She hooks her ankles around his calves and falls backwards pulling them into deeper water, up to his waist. She giggles, stands on the sea floor and kisses his neck. He turns his head to the beach, but no one is watching them that he can see. She wraps her legs around his hips and pushes her crotch agains his. He laughs and looks towards shore again. She pulls his head around and kisses him again pushing her tongue as far into his mouth as she can. Holding onto his neck with one arm she pushes her hand under the fabric of his suit at his back and slides it around to find his partially erect penis. With a lacivious laugh she takes a deep breath and pulls herself down into the water by wrapping her forearm underneath and between his legs, grabbing the top of the back of his suit. She floats prone there nuzzling the head of his dick with her lips and the tip of her tongue. When he tries to back away she pulls herself to him with her arm entangled between his legs. They are moving further from shore as she comes up for air and ducks down for another nibble. His rod has grown achingly hard. The foreskin is pulled fully back to display it's luscious red tip. This time she pushes her free hand down over her stomach and hooks it under her suit. Slowly she strokes two fingers around her clitoris and then pushes further, slipping her middle finger into her vagina for a moment. As she bobs up for another quick gasp of air she pushes her suit bottom down around her knees. Pulling her knees up to her chest and kicking twice she frees herself from the suit. Standing on her feet she slides her hand back from between his legs to gently but firmly grip his balls. He tries to pull away but she tightens her grip meaningfully. She waves the red suit bottom overhead like a flag and loops the leg hole over his head and around his neck. As he once more looks towards shore for embarassing signs of interest, she takes advantage of a small wave to float higher towards him. She wraps her legs around his waist, loops her thumb and forefinger around the base of his penis and, as if she had done it a thousand times before, slides herself down around it in one motion. Entwining her ankles behind his thighs and arching her back she lays back into the water facing him. Her free hand floats languorously at her side as her brests bob in and out of the cool water. In this quiet moment she notices that her nipples are painfully erect. She says, "Thrust or be thrust upon," and gives the suit bottom a little tug for emphasis. Now he realizes that he has no choice and stops checking the beach for observers. He brushes one hand across her nipples, stopping to gently pinch each one, and then down her stomach to rest on her tight belly. His thumb slips down through their mingled pubic hair and comes to rest on her clit. He reaches the other hand behind the small of her back and holds her lower body to him. He emits a low growl, which could be a laugh, and begins, finally, to follow her instructions. She continues to hold onto her suit around his neck but otherwise floats, supported by the water and his body. The waves rock her in a pleasant rhythm, which he detects and follows. His hand on her clitoris, combined with the situation, works a magic and she begins to moan almost immediately. Suddenly she arches herself up towards him, gives a sharp shreik and comes, squeezing his penis repeatedly within her. Her estaic response drives him over the edge and he comes into her throbing and then quivering body. She lifts herself up, wraps both her arms around his neck, takes a deep breath and pulls him over into the water on top of her. They float there for a few seconds, with her body supporting him like a life vest. When she is almost out of breath she kisses him on the throat and uses her arms and legs to push away from him, sliding her steaming cunt off of his cock. The sudden cool water almost makes him come again. Without the support of her body his head dunks under water, and she giggles and splashes him when he surfaces. He stands dazed, staring at her. She swims to him, hooks one hand through her suit, which is still around his neck, and the other through his, now nearly around his knees. She carefully pulls his suit up over his still erect penis, bends to lick both of his nipples, and then flips her suit off over his head. Floating on her back in the water facing him, smiling, she slowly licks her lips and loops her legs through the holes in the red cloth, sliding it home over her hips with a slow satisfied kick. XXX (c) 1993 M. I. Smith