Mad River Madness

Two hours have passed, several conversations have died, the Sun was beginning to set, and I pushed her down against the sand with my palms feeling her smooth and slippery thighs. This wasn't about her funny story about her beat up truck, wasn't about her Super Mario Brothers' ring tone, or wasn't even about her love for salsa dance. This was about us drawn to one another, like any other love story, on a warm beach and under a beautiful sunset.

She caught my eyes long ago on the dance floor. Always beaufitul on the dance floor, she has a shy smile, awkward eyes, fair skin tone, and a pair of breathtaking long legs. Every reggaeton we danced, I had held her close without permission, and felt her little resistance and massive acceptance. She was inviting, but never gave in. After long waiting, the chance has come and now my tongue was behind her lips, and my fingers were stringing on her sculpture like body.

Where was the shyness that she possessed? I didn't know. But I did rememberhow she began to melt under my touches. I remembered how her body trembled as my suction was atop of her perky spots. I remembered how she reacted with a little scream every time they were bitten. Under her shorts my fingers slipped in searching for the passage of pleasure. I teased her, and she wanted no more, no more teases. She wanted parts of me inside of her, inside of where I could barely slipped on of my bones in. She was begging for harder thrusting, which I wouldn't give. Because I wanted her to wait and earn her orgasm. She was still begging, with a mesmerizing moans and watery eyes. I, again, refused to bow down to her requests. Pulling out of her slippery warmness, I commanded what might have excited her the most. It wasn't hard to find while being so mych more hardened. I circled my finger tips on it while whispering the most erotic words to further seduce this young and inexperienced soul. I wanted her to be a slut but for me only.

Beach crowd had been walking along the breaking waves. Have they noticed this pervertion? I hoped they had. I hoped they would be enjoying this scene. This was a tango between love and lust, morality and eroticism, and pleasure and law. We were achieving everything that people only dare to write, under the broad daylight. We were enjoying every second of it.

Have I had enough? No, and neither does she. Grabbing my circling finger, she stab it against her moist dip again and this time I could thrust her with two. She was flooding with fresh and clean stickiness, and I was giving it hard. I was all over her sensual spots, biting, pintching, fingering, which led to her increasingly louder moans. They got louder until she snapped, and my fingers were sensing tightening pulsing and a hard gush. With her still panting, I dipped those pulled out, honey-covered fingers beyond both of our lips. She looked at me with a peachy smile, as if everything wasn't over yet. She had a plan to make me feel the same way she did. So she sat on me, dusted sand all over me, reached into my pants for the standing and sauceful pole. She had it, and had it firmly gripped in her sandy hand. I was laying back and let her touch me from up and down, again and again. The little particles in her hand were increasing the excitement, and with every squeeze, she took me one step closer to an eruption. She whispered in my ears, and wanted me to surrander under her wickedness. So I did, as my panting grown into groaning, ejected none but the hottest love onto her. And I could tell, from her look, that she was finally smiled.

If this was considered as morally degrading, then let me descend to the deepest Pit in exchange for more of this. I enjoyed it. Enjoyed the tonguing, enjoyed the caresses, and enjoyed the orgasm. I swear, when she juiced my love handle with that devilish smile, I wanted to keep her a little longer, or maybe forever. Even though we didn't keep each other for more than a week.

Was it pure lust, or was there a little love involved? I still couldn't find any answer.

Now the Sun has set, and we strolled over toward what took us here.