There is a dark corner just beyond the reach of the street lamps that ring the perimeter of the foreshore along queenscliff beach. In the dark there is only the sound of your approach that announces any other presence. I've asked for you to meet by the bench seat at the top of the small rise that overlooks the bay. I've waited patiently and you've remained true to your word. I remain unmoving even as you get close enough that I can sense your aroma drifting on the rise sea breeze. You stop in front of me. I'm seated and gaze straight ahead. You move across to fill the arc of my gaze and we remain still and silent and allow the sea heavy night air to wash around us. I nod my head and you step forward. My arm reaches out to meet your movement, my hand between your legs and pressed to your soft smooth thigh. We pause, and the ocean appears to grow louder and you crease at the knee. Your folds press against my hand. Your seam balanced along the edge of my fore finger, as if perfectly shaped to cradle its presence. You're moist but without being drenched. But there is enough there to offer me effortless entry. You can feel my digit parting you.
Hooking into you and pulling you towards me. You inch forward until you are standing between my legs, close enough to me so that I can freely wrap my arms around your legs and slowly trace the back of your thighs to the round of your arse. Each hand clasps a cheek and you can feel the weight of my movements parting your arse, opening you and filling you you a particular vulnerability. I drag you towards me and bury my face into your belly, trying to breath through the fabric of your dress and the depth of your body . Your hands stroke my hair , guiding me towards the bridge of your crotch. I wait intently and your hands move from my head to the hem of your dress, raising it slowly.
I drop from the bench seat to my knees, lowering my head far enough so that you can straddle me. My mouth is poised and your folds meet my enquiring tongue, a pointed excursion inside you. You drip as my tongue traces the arc of your sex. Parting you brings a erotic rain upon my mouth and I drink you in, savouring every mouthful. Your musk permeates my skin, I am bathing in you and gulp at your bead like a drowning man bites at air. I pull your bead into my mouth then push it out with my tongue. I repeat this in a steady rhythm and you are unable to deny me. In my desperation I'm again pawing at your arse , feeling for as much of you as my hands can entertain. And you ache to be felt all over, to be devoured, for in this moment we are base and perfect in our desperation.
You have pushed the straps of your dress from your shoulders, exposing your ample breasts which the moon paints in a faint blue hue. I caress them, warm and supple, a bounty for the staving. And as always my hunger is too great for restraint. My hands tug at my jeans, rushing to release my hard sex, which has ached for an age. It springs free and in an Instant you sense it's liberation and step away to gaze upon it, a pale edifice dressed in the same blue moonlight that caressed your body. You care to taste, to have it rolling in your mouth, now, food for your craving. On all fours you straddle my legs, your head poised above my tip. A tentative pause masking a far greater abandon.. You fill your mouth, trepidation having evaporated upon your initial tasting. I can feel my cock slide deep into your mouth, filling your throat, your breath heavy with effort. I dissolve and reach to cup your breasts as you feast. They are soft and full and perfect in every way. I squeeze them just to feel your giving skin. I care to feel every part of you, to map every inch of you in the way of an exploring discovering a new world. Your mouth works my shaft, your tongue feeling the swell of my vein, knowing the contents it carries, wanting to draw it free and to drink it all in. I can feel my issue rising. I push your head away and your are attuned to my wants. Rising up onto your knees you move forward until my cock is poised at your threshold.. We are caught in the grace of a shared desire. You drop onto my cock, and I slide into you. You are dripping and my cock moves effortless, the muted slap of wet skin rising up from us . You buck in my lap, your face buried in my chest, trying to immerse yourself in me as I wrap my arms around you. We a fucking in short, sharp punctuated stabs, our desperation doesn't afford us the resolve to show any control.
My mouth is full with your hair and I bite at it, wanting to taste more of your . Your heavy moans are buried into my chest . My hands are again upon your arse, lifting and dropping your hips onto my cock, my lap painted in your shimmering wetness. I lift you again and hold you just above me. You intuitively reach down and guide my cock to the rim of your hole and I slowly release you. Your legs grow tense as you feel my bulb opening you, stretching you wide. You bite my shoulder as my head disappears inside your arse. My shaft moves into you with a steady upward thrust. You welcome my entire length, it's presence wilfully bringing you the sweetest ache. You grind on me feeling every motion stretching you wider still. I can feel the cum rising in me and again immerse my face in your hair. The sea is roaring, as if in concert with our lust. I push my hips hard up into you and you let out a heavy groan, and I can feel your legs begin to shake. This compels me to drive harder into you and you shudder by dent of the first wave of your undoing. I thrust again and you surrender to a multitude of ripples. I pull on your hair with enough force to drag back your head. Your neck stretched and taunt. I kiss at it, lick at it tasting your sweat and the sea salt air . I thrust again and again in a wild flurry. And with each motion I pull harder on your mane.. You cum in a final exhalation of air. I follow.. A think heavy stream issuing inside you. My spine dissolves and I grunt then similarly exhale. But all the while I continue to thrust , daring myself to keep issuing until all of me has turned to fluid and passed into you..
You lift yourself onto your knees and my half heavy cock slides from you. I place my hand under you and wait for my spill. It trickles, warm and viscose into my palm. A final offering, a last sup. I lift it to your mouth and you bring it to your lips start to lap.