At last, my fantasy come true!
It's dusk at the beach, not long before high tide and the last rays of sunlight have just disappeared, but it is still warm on the sand. My husband and I have just completed a nude photo shoot of me. The terrain is ideal, consisting of dunes, rocks, and areas of level beach to serve as backdrops for me. During the shoot, I had imagined a few strangers might come along. Perhaps things might get interesting, even a little out of hand, with me being the only woman on this nude beach. But it didn't happen, not this time. "Oh well, nice fantasy" I think.
We find a place to spend a little time together. My husband has patiently spent the day taking photos of me, and now it was time for his dessert. No towel, no swim suit, just cool sand on our skin. I lay there with Dave, sipping a vodka tonic and flirting. Over the course of several minutes, he begins to caress me. He cups a breast in one hand. He pinches a nipple. Gradually I am becoming aroused as his hands move to my inner thighs. I begin to breathe harder. He makes his way up my thigh, eventually to my wet pussy. Laying back, his fingers slipping in and out of me. I caress his hard cock, arching my back as an orgasm wells up within me. This goes on for several minutes until...
I hear a sound in the distance. Someone's coming!
My husband quickly slips out of me as I sit up slightly, propped up on my hands in a reclined position, my feet planted firmly on the ground.
Slightly dazed, I look around.
They come from behind some rocks a few hundred yards away. There are five dark men approaching. They could have been just walking by. They could have been watching all this time. I wonder....? I think I heard them before they heard our lovemaking, but I'm not completely sure. I think they were too far away to see much. How far could my moans have carried on this breeze?
They approach us and wave hello. They asked if they could join us. Dave, of course, invites them to sit down and offers them a drink. It turns out, they too have brought some booze. The sun is completely gone, and the cloud obscured moon does not yield enough light to really see by. The men are shadows for the most part, but I can just tell they have real dark skin, and like Dave and I, they are nude.
The men sit all around me. Introductions, hand shakes, and a couple of quick suggestive touches as they greet me. One man sits at my feet, leaning on one hand towards me. As he talks to me, he has direct view between my legs, as I sit facing him. I don't want to appear nervous so I didn't bother to close my legs. "Just act normal"; I'm thinking. I try to act calm, cool and confident. I really feel slightly vulnerable, but more important, I'm beginning to feel very turned on. My husband had inadvertently warmed me up, and now, here were these men. This seems more intimate than a daytime frolic would have been. And I'm not sure about these guys. I can't tell what they intend to do, where they came from and why they are here. That made my feelings even more intense and puts me on edge.
I try to calm down from the finger fucking my hubby had just given me. I'm sitting there trying not to imagine what these men might do. I try to maintain my composure. "Act casual"; I think again. Still, for the moment, I seem to be in control.
Several minutes pass. Several bottles are passed. The conversation gradually turns to sex, although not exclusively. Little hints are dropped here and there, accompanied by light touches to my arm, my hip, my thigh, followed by soft laughter. They break into their booze supply. They have everything, the good stuff. From Hot Damn 100 to something that looks like Everclear. I guess it's time to kick up the alcohol a notch!
The wind picks up a little, and the waves are breaking closer and closer. The men move in a little tighter for warmth. The casual touching intensifies. I don't resist, as it still seems innocent enough. The alcohol and our new companions keep me warm. The men seem to exhibit a gentle forcefulness, especially the one sitting at my feet. He seems quite jocular, and is not shy about touching my feet, my ankles, my calves, my knees...gently...softly...with his huge dark hands.
As the liquor is passed around, he offered me a shot of a clear almost tasteless beverage. I thanked him and he leaned over me handing me a shot glass. My heart jumps as I suddenly get a brief glimpse of his black cock. "Is it that big...or is it the booze?"; I wondered. His huge member hovered over me for a second as he handed me the glass. I take the shot and downed it. "Wow!"...The alcohol started to kick in and my heart began to race a little faster. I made a conscious effort not to allow my breasts to heave as my breathing increased. When he sat back down, it seemed as if he had moved closer. Now he was between my feet, his dark hand rested on the ground, between my spread legs, not far from my pussy. I tried not to let on that I was becoming aroused.
The waves crash closer. Now two of the other men begin caressing my thighs. One offered me a back rub but I declined. The leg rub continues unimpeded. My husband placed one hand on my knee, and opens my legs slightly.
The man sitting between my legs offers me another shot, which I quickly accepted. He leans toward me as he hands it to me. I take the shot. As the sexual tension increases, the man sitting behind me reaches around and briefly squeezes my breasts. I lean back and down the shot as dark hands gently massage my breasts while the other hands continue caressing my thighs.
Suddenly a wave crashes very close by. Seconds later, a flood of water a few inches deep unexpectedly sweeps over the group.
As the water washes around me, several anonymous hands grab my legs and hips. I feel myself slide toward the man sitting between my legs. I try to resist, but I only have wet sand to push against. The unexpected rush of water provides the perfect ice breaker for the men. My body slides easily toward the man and I feel his huge hands wrapped around my ass, pulling me to him. As I draw close, I can feel the head of his huge cock against my leg. The wave returns to the ocean, leaving me in a pool of water a couple of inches deep. The men are crowded around me, holding me, stroking, caressing and lightly touching me. I find myself lying on my back, so I lift myself slightly by resting on my elbows. My husband is sitting off to one side, silently watching and smiling.
As the wave receded, so did the clouds. The moon shown more brightly, and my wet warm skin glistened brightly in the silver light. Suddenly everyone could see where everyone was. Dark hands are all over me. It was as though I had been disrobed before them. I felt exposed. An intense rush of lust hit me as I see the men all around, touching me. I am totally exposed to them while they blend into the night.
The man between my legs leans over me. "It's ok" he whispers. He was calm and assuring. He reaches up and caresses my shoulders. My heart is pounding hard. I try desperately to control my breathing.
His hands move down to my titties. He moves in and gives me a kiss on the lips. Breathlessly my mouth opens. Before I can think, I circle my tongue around his and kiss him deeply. He kisses my neck and I pull back a little, wondering where this is going.
