It was early morning, and I was alone on the beach, hunting for fossils after a heavy storm the night before. Rich pickings could be found if you knew where to look. But the treasure I found was far beyond my wildest dreams.
I was focused on the world directly around me, rocks, stones, loose shards. I did not bother to look up. I wandered along the coastline for an hour or so. It was deserted; there was no one else there but me. Who would be on a rocky shoreline at this time of day but a wanderer looking for treasure?
But suddenly there she was, a vision in blue not more than a few yards from me. I rubbed my eyes – could this be real? A beautiful woman, naked but for an azure sheet wrapped around her waist, reclining against the cliff face, brown hair falling over her shoulders, eyes watching me as I approached.
I looked again. She was still there. So beautiful. Still watching me. I stood motionless, the only sounds I could hear the lapping of the waves against the shore and my own breathing.
She moved, arching her back, stretching her arms above her head. It was a sexual act, there was no doubt about it. My mind flickered over fantastical thoughts – mermaid, siren, naiad – myths and legends I knew did not exist.
She was real.
I approached her and she moved, swaying and turning, smiling and beguiling. I stood before her and dared not breathe. She reached out to stroke my face with her hands, her smile shining down on me brighter than the sun.
She ran a finger over my face, and between my parted lips. Then traced my saliva over her lips, down her neck, over her breasts and around her nipples. I watched, spellbound, not daring to speak.
She took my hand and held it to her face, licked my finger softly, traced it down to her breast, smearing her saliva over her nipple. She took my other hand then and held them both to her breasts, leaning forward to kiss me. When her tongue found mine, I came alive. My hands fell from her breasts and wrapped around her body, pulling her close to me, as I kissed her passionately.
She stepped back, smiling again, and reached for the knot of her azure wrap, undoing it and letting it fall. Naked before me, her body was smooth and flawless. Perfection.
She came to me then, her hands reaching for my cock, feeling me through my pants, feeling my hardness, kneading me, making me stiffer. She unzipped my pants and I took off my shirt. I kicked off my sneakers and she knelt to pull my pants down, helping me step out of them.
Facing me, she took me in her hand and pulled on my shaft, milking me gently, teasingly. I reached for her pussy, fingers searching for her groove, finding her wet, lips parting to my touch. She pulled me to her, guiding me between her legs, eyes burning into mine, head of my cock pressed against her clit, her juices wetting me.
She took my hand, lifted her leg and made me hold her thigh up, using her own hand to stroke me against her pussy. Her labia folded over my shaft, I was almost inside her.
She pulled away, turning to face the cliff, her arms reaching up to the rock as she bent over, her gorgeous ass there for the taking. She looked at me over her shoulder intently, communicating what she wanted. I stepped to her, my hands reaching out to clutch her ass cheeks, squeeze them, pull them open. I heard her sharp intake of breath, felt her push back against me.
My cock was between her thighs and then I was entering her, gripping her hips, thrusting in. She was so tight, so wet, so yielding. I entered her fully, sliding in with ease, her pussy opening to me like a lock to a key.
She reached back, held my ass with one hand, watched me with intense eyes, pulled me into her. Deeper. She wanted me deeper. I fucked her as deep as I could, a slave to her grind. Without a word spoken, she told me how hard, how deep, how fast.
She walked her hands down the cliff face, bending further over, her ass pushing back against me even harder, her breathing faster, her eyes always watching me.
I felt her climax, her pussy tensing, gripping me like a fist, holding me deep inside her, flexing and clenching, weaves of orgasm pulsing through her. She gasped, but no sound other than her hard, sharp intakes of breath came from her.
Then she pushed me away. I was afraid she had finished with me. That I would be left wanting so much more.
But she came to me, her eyes always on mine, so close, burning with intense desire. Her hand found me, stroked me, milked me. I came, great spurts of semen firing over her belly and thighs, over her wrist and arm.
Her smile widened, pleased with me. Her hand opened, rubbing me, feeling my balls, spreading my semen over my shaft. Toying with me as I calmed.
She left me there to gather my thoughts, wrapping her shawl around her nakedness, walking away from me along the beach, never once looking back.
I dressed alone and walked away, dazed.
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