A gorgeous, all-American girl climbs out of her eight-year old Mustang in a brief, well worn, two-piece bathing suit and leans back in to gather her beach things. Lovely body. C-cup breasts, small waist, shapely legs, firm but full butt which is now sticking out into the traffic lane. An empty traffic lane, fortunately. Dark red hair cut short and shaggy, blue eyes, a face that's more girl-next-door cute than beautiful with a scattering of freckles over the nose. She straightens, locks the car door and starts up over the low hill covered with scraggly growth. At the top she looks down to the beach and ocean, perhaps a hundred yards ahead and thirty feet lower. She heads toward the beach but stops short, spreads out her large beach towel and lays down on her stomach to tan.
She's almost to the beach, still a little above it. She's laying in a slight depression and can only be seen from directly below on the beach or directly above, further up the slope. After just a minute or so she stands, looks up and down the beach and sees it completely deserted. No one in sight. It's early spring. Too early for the beach. But it's an unusually nice day. She removes her top and lays back down. Again, after only a minute or so she stands, looks around again, reassuring herself that she's alone, then bends and steps out of her suit bottom, too. Now naked, for line-less tanning, she lays down again on her towel.
Down the beach a full mile or slightly more, a young man comes out of a house, moves down to water's edge and starts jogging. Roughly 5'10", a trim body but not from any excessive workouts, just a natural healthy shape, he's better than average looking with straight, dark hair and wearing only a boxer-style bathing suit.
Without realizing it, the all-American girl has spread her towel over several pieces of the low growth on what is essentially an aging sand dune. A small knuckle or root creates an intrusive bump under her towel, directly against her now nude genital labia, almost hitting her clitoris. She lies on her stomach, planning on relaxing and getting more of a tan. She barely feels the intrusion under her. But she does feel it. She moves her hips slightly. Which causes her pussy lips to rub back and forth on the root. Almost subconsciously, she smiles and feels a very slight arousal. She moves her hips again, getting another slight stimulation. She relaxes for a moment, smiling. Without meaning to, her mind begins thinking of sex. Specifically her frustration with not having any recent sexual activities. She rubs herself against the node several more times.
Smiling but sighing, she rolls over and re-centers herself on the towel. She bends her knees and brings them up towards her some, then lets them fall off to each side as she reaches down and gets a couple fingers into herself. She lies there with her eyes closed, smiling, as she starts to seriously masturbate.
His attention caught by a movement or sound, the young man jogging up the beach looks inland and sees the naked girl masturbating. He changes his direction and heads up toward her. The closer he gets, the more he realizes how attractive she is. And the more he can see her fingers moving, her now juicy pussy fully exposed to him. Several feet away he stops and steps out of his trunks and moves to her, now naked himself.
His shadow or movement catches the girls attention through her self-absorption in her pussy and she opens her eyes just as he is kneeling down, about at her feet. Her hand stops its movement as his presence slowly works its way through her sexually aroused conscience. She is about to react, either by yelling or jumping up or both, when he leans forward and replaces her fingers with his tongue. The feeling of his tongue pushing itself into her vagina is so unique -- it has never happened to her before -- and so desirable that she pauses. Then as he licks up and down, even flicking quickly on her clit, she becomes more and more aroused, even puts her hand on his head to hold him to her so he'll continue. Which he does. Her other hand starts squeezing a nipple on one breast and her breathing becomes faster and louder.
He has both hands under her butt cheeks, lifting her slightly so that he can get his mouth to her entire bottom. He licks and sucks everywhere from her anus to her clit, then centers on her clit, sucking on it and pulling on it with his lips. She has the greatest orgasm of her young life, not even quite realizing what it is but experiencing more than she ever has before. Fluids gush out and he licks and sucks as if he's trying to swallow her whole pussy. As he sits back, she almost collapses. He moves his body up over hers, pausing briefly to lick and suck on a nipple, then with practiced care he aims his very erect penis into her genital lips and starts pushing his way into her.
It takes some force to push his erection through her tight canal an inch or so at a time. Slowly he's fully into her, their bodies tight against one another. He starts pulling out slightly then pushing back in. She puts her arms up around him, lifts her knees up on either side, silently urging him on. His actions slowly increase in both speed and strength as her lubrication makes his movements easier. As he pounds into her, her breaths came in "ouffs" with each push. Both are oblivious to the world around them, fully rapt on their activity. It might be only a few minutes or it might be eternity that their arousals build and build. She climaxes first, for her second time, something she has never before experienced. As he continues to pound into her it's like her orgasm just holds on, even grows, and then she feels him push even harder then stay in her as warm ejaculation pulses against her insides. She wraps her legs up around him to hold him in her.
Eventually he starts to pull back and she lowers her legs. She has never felt exactly like this before. It's more emotion than she's ever experienced. In her foggy state, almost ready to collapse from overload, she knows even as she says it that it's not quite right but it's how she feels. "Thank you,"she says. He brings his lips to hers and they kiss. She feels completely fulfilled, even tired. They kiss again and again. Her legs come down from around him and he slowly pulls out and off her.
She wakes. She's alone. She stands up, looks up and down the beach. She's definitely alone. Was it just a dream? No, the stickiness running out onto her thigh isn't from a dream. The stains on her towel aren't from a dream. She sits down on the towel. Out loud she almost yells, "Fuck!" The greatest sex of her life. Eventually she puts her suit back on and walks up and then down the beach, looking for the guy. As she does, she realizes that she might not even recognize him. He never said a word, not a sound. Nothing. She found no one that could possibly be him.
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Over a week later, the same gorgeous all-American girl with the lush body is in the same minimal bathing suit, stomach down, the suit top loose, on a chaise longue in her back yard. She can hear the lawn mower next door. The mower sound stops and her neighbor steps through a gate in the hedge. "Hi, Nancy," he says.
