**I was contacted through my Literotica email to write a ghost story for someone who wanted to present his girlfriend with an erotic story based on their fantasies. I have never written from a male perspective before and really know nothing about this couple. I was given a few ideas and I just let my imagination run wild. I am pleased that they were not disappointed and they agreed to let me post it on here as their real names have not been used.**
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The scent of the ocean breeze assaulted our nostrils as we drove to our rented townhouse in my sporty new Spyder Convertible. The sun makes your hair shimmer like diamonds and you look so sexy with your hair blowing in the wind, your full, soft lips curved in an upward smile with anticipation of our weekend at Coogee Beach.
I reach over and squeeze your hand lightly and you immediately place it on your creamy alabaster thigh. Your short jean shorts barely cover your heart-shaped ass and the coral colored tank top you have on stretches alluringly over your full, ample breasts. I cannot believe how much you turn me on every time I look at you. Already I can feel myself hardening and aching for your touch.
Almost breathlessly you speak, "Oh Michael, I can hardly wait, how much longer?"
"Won't be long lover, not long at all," I reply, sliding my hand toward your inner thigh and giving you a light squeeze.
Turning the corner, the scene is breathtakingly gorgeous, though it pales in comparison to your beauty. I hear your audible intake of breath as the full scene comes into view.
"It's perfect," you say.
"Just like you Clara," I reply with my whole heart just bursting with pride that you like what you see.
The sun is glinting brilliantly off the water and the beach is loaded with people. We can see the areas of the famous coast walk; the one that stretches from North Bondi south to Maroubra. You walk around the cliffs and past the beautiful beaches of Tamarama, Bronte, Clovelly, Coogee and finally onto Maroubra. You ask about it.
"It takes about 2-3 hours to walk it honey, if you are up to it, we should do it when we wake on Sunday," I reply.
You nod and smile; still taking in all the beauty that surrounds us. I pull the Spyder into the driveway of the townhouse we will be staying in. It's beachfront property overlooking the walk. I kill the engine and you turn toward me, taking your sunglasses off. Without a word, our lips meet and our tongues find each other to dance the exciting slow dance that only we know the steps to.
It is almost impossible to pull ourselves apart to get out of the car, but we finally do and I grab our luggage and lead the way to the front door. I reach into my pocket for the key and can feel my raging hard-on stretching the material of my shorts. I fumble with the key in the lock, my only thoughts are of getting you alone and naked.
Entering the townhouse, I promptly dump our bags on the floor of the entryway and scoop you up into my arms. We don't really see anything about where we will be staying as I race you to the bedroom. I place you gently on the bed and in frenzy; we begin to undress one another. Clothes are flying to the floor as fast as we can get them peeled off. We are panting and moaning, our need and lust turning into animalistic passion.