The moon is full and golden, riding high in the almost cloudless sky as we grab our blankets and coolers from the trunk of the car and make our way down the dark beach. There is a luminscent blue path of moonlight on the calm expanse of the Long Island Sound, the tiny waves occasionally hissing and splashing as they slap upon the shore.
The beach is deserted, which is pretty much what the four of us had hoped. We're here to go skinny dipping and drink some beer, activities that are not exactly legal in this place, but once we've walked about a half mile along the shore, we're safe from prying eyes.
After spreading the blankets, our talk becomes small and obviously nervous, the ice broken when your friend Laura is the first to strip. She's dark haired, of Nicaraguan descent, her thick locks neatly tied back, about 5-foot-two with a muscular swimmer's body. She's cute, too, and as I pretend to fiddle with our cooler, I sneak glances at her as her t-shirt comes off over her head, exposing sexy breasts with big round dark nipples. She unfastens her jean shorts and yanks them down her hips. Her panties come with them and I see that her pussy is completely shaved.
"Nice," says her boyfriend Greg, who is sipping a beer and admiring her.
"You like it?" she asks, stepping out of her shorts and standing before us, hands on her hips, her legs slightly spread. I figure that you won't mind me looking. She's asking for an opinion.
"I got a full Brazilian," she continues.
"Did it hurt?" you ask.
"Oh, yeah, but I think it'll be worth it," Laura smiles, looking at Greg, who nods. "They say it makes sex feel even better, especially oral sex."
"Think I should get one?" you ask me as you stand up and unfasten your cotton floral print skirt.
"If you want," I say, not wanting to offend you by suggesting that I don't love you as you are, but still secretly hoping you'll decided to shave yourself clean. I've never had a woman with a completely bald pussy and I'd love to know if what they say is true.
You nonchalantly drop your skirt on the blanket and then pull down your pale blue panties. You have a sweet, soft full bush of red hair between your thighs that I love to nuzzle, but I'll gladly do without for the sake of adventure.
"I'm kind of hairy under here," you say, turning to Laura and putting one foot up on the cooler so she has a full view of your pussy lips. I notice Greg is admiring your ass.
"They can take care of that," Laura says as you unbutton your blouse, peel it off your shoulders and daintly drop it on top of your skirt. Your body fairly glows in the moonlight, with your small, pert breasts and bottom-heavy, hip-py figure. I like that you are keeping your sandals on.
"Well?" you ask me and Greg as your fingers nimbly tie your hair back.
"Yeah, gotta show us yours. We showed you ours," Laura giggles.
Greg and I glance at each other a little sheepishly. We've all been friends for years, but this is the first time we've ever done this together. Obviously, you and Laura are very comfortable with each other -- you're about as close as friends can get, even to the point of flirting with each other. But after taking a couple of swigs of beer, I set my bottle down and peel off my t-shirt and then my shorts. I pause before lowering my briefs. My cock is half-hard, but I drop them anyway.
"Ooooh," Laura giggles. "You're right. He does have a nice one."
Then Greg unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down, underwear and all. His completely shaved, circumsized cock is long and thick and not even hard.
"I guess he wins," I sigh as I notice you two gazing at it while he takes off his shirt.
"Now, now," you laugh.
And so we spend the next hour or so sitting crosslegged, drinking beer, chatting and enjoying the quiet night's breeze. There doesn't seem to be any mosquitoes out, which is good, because they'd have a feast. It feels so good to be naked in the warm night air, and the scenery is gorgeous, especially you and Laura.
Finally, after we've all had three or four brews, Laura stands up and asks Greg, "Want to take a walk?"
"Sure," he says. And off they go down the beach, beers in hand.
"Want to go for a swim?" you ask, rising so your sweet pussy is at eye level.
"Sure," I say, although there are things I'd rather do. But I follow you down to the water, admiring the movement of your ass as you walk through the pebbly sand.
The waves are about ankle high and the water is very warm, and we are quickly up to our waists in that long patch of moonlight. You grab handfuls of water, splash them on your face and hair, and then you turn to me. I take you in my arms and kiss you, pressing our nude bodies together. My stiffening cock meets your moist patch and I feel you press against me. Then you spin away and playfully dive under the water.
After floating idly and swimming a bit, I move closer to shore and kneel in the water so it is just washing over my thighs. I watch you coming toward me, naked and wet, your tits bouncing, your hips swaying, and my cock begins to stiffen again. You notice.
Smiling slyly, you drop to your knees, lean forward and softly take the head of my penis in your mouth. Your tongue moves slowly on the sensitive underside as your hand grips the shaft, squeezing me to full hardness. After sucking for a while, you look up and smile.
"Oh, yeah," is all I can say as you take my erection back in your mouth with a soft moan of pleasure.
Looking down the beach, I see Laura and Greg in the distance. They are embracing and kissing at the water's edge. You are are bringing me closer to orgasm, stroking my cock and licking at the slit in the head with the very tip of your tongue. It all looks so gorgeously surreal in this moonlight.
"Come on," you say almost urgently, standing and taking my hand. "I want to fuck."
I follow you back to the blanket, my erection bobbing, and you lie down, spreading your legs and pulling me to you as I come down. I kiss your lips, your neck, your breasts, licking the salt off them as I grind my cock into you. Your hand guides me to your pussy and I slide in easily. The wet warmth is sheer ecstasy and I pump slowly and evenly, watching the lust and pleasure growing in your eyes.
"Well, look at you two lovebirds," I hear Laura say. She and Greg are standing over us, watching.
I've never had sex in front of anyone before, but I am so turned on and this just pushes me to the top. You, too. Your moans and the way you are pulling my hips toward you, taking my cock as deep as you can, make me fight the urge to come.
I gaze at the moon for a few seconds to regain control, but it isn't easy. Laura is stroking Greg's huge erection. Dropping to his knees,he kisses his way down her stomach as her hands cup the back of his head, spreading her legs wider and ultimately guiding his face to her nude pussy.
"Oh, god," she moans as his mouth covers it, and pushing her hips hard against his face as he licks.
This is too intense. All boundaries, all reservations and inhibitions are being crossed on this wave of lust and drink. I feel hornier than ever before in my life and have to look away, but your cries of pleasure are so exciting I don't have much chance to cool down. When I look again, Laura is lying on her side on the blanket next to us, and she guides Greg's erection into her from behind, and from there they watch us intently while he slowly fucks her.
