Confession of Sex on the Beach at Sunset

I’m telling it now because every time I close my eyes and go back to that afternoon, I can still feel the heat striking my skin, the salt drying on my shoulders, and that mixture of nerves and arousal that left me trembling. We had chosen a secluded cove to spend the day, one of those small beaches where at first there are too many people and, when the sun goes down, only those in no hurry to leave remain. We were adults, we had been together for some time, and we knew each other well, but what happened there had something different about it—dirtier, riskier, more alive.

I had gotten out of the water before she did. I walked between the towels with my swim trunks clinging to my body and the sand burning the soles of my feet. When I reached our spot, I stood there watching her for a few seconds. She was lying on her back on the towel, her dark bikini tight against her curves, her skin already golden and gleaming with sunscreen, her eyes closed behind her sunglasses.

I don’t know what excited me more about her at that point in our relationship: her body or the way she always seemed to know what was happening inside me. I crouched down slowly, brushed a lock of hair from her face, and grazed her lips with mine.

“Wake up, beautiful,” I murmured in her ear.

She let out a sigh, smiled faintly, and sought my mouth with her eyes still closed.

“You left without me,” she said softly, noticing the cold water dripping from my chest and wetting her neck.

“Just a quick swim. I didn’t want to wake you.”

I kissed her again, this time for longer. She raised one hand, stroked the back of my neck, and finished opening her eyes. The way she looked at me was enough for me to feel myself getting hard again inside my trunks, as if I’d been holding myself back all day and one smile from her was enough to set me alight.

We stayed like that for a while, kissing without hurrying, sharing the warmth of the afternoon and laughing at any little thing. The beach gradually emptied. Distant voices faded, the children disappeared, and the umbrellas closed one by one. In the end, only a few people walking along the shore remained, along with a couple far away near some rocks.

“One last swim and then we’ll go back to the hotel,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows.

I nodded, although I was actually thinking about something else. I helped her up, and we started walking toward the sea. She went ahead, moving her hips with the naturalness that drove me crazy, and I followed, swallowing hard, watching the bottoms of her bikini cling to her ass while the orange light of sunset outlined her silhouette.

We entered the warm water slowly. First our ankles, then our knees, then our thighs. The sea was so calm it looked like an enormous swimming pool. We splashed each other, pretended to play, and went a little farther until the water reached our chests. From there, the shore looked distant and nearly empty.

I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She rested her back against my chest without resisting. She turned her face toward me, and for a second we simply looked at each other in silence, breathing the same air. Then I kissed her. Softly at first. Then with more hunger.

Her mouth opened at once. Our tongues met while my hands began to move beneath the water, tracing her stomach, moving up to her ribs, then down to her hips again. She ran her hands over my back and lightly dug her nails into me, just enough to make my breathing quicken.

“You’re getting filthy,” she whispered, biting my lower lip.

“And you know it.”

I smacked her under the water. It wasn’t hard, just a sharp slap, with that muffled sound a wet hand makes against flesh. She gave a breathless laugh and looked at me with a face that was no longer innocent at all. She grabbed me by the neck and kissed me again more intensely, pressing her body against mine until she could feel the hard erection pushing against my trunks.

I looked around instinctively. The shore was far enough away, and the few people who remained weren’t looking in our direction. Even so, the risk was still there, and that risk was precisely what finally got us truly hot.

She slid one hand down my chest, brushed my stomach, and continued until she found the bulge beneath the fabric. She closed her fingers around my cock over my trunks and squeezed slowly.

“Fuck,” escaped me in a gasp.

“I like feeling you this way,” she said, without stopping her caress. “Hard for me.”

I licked her neck and bit her earlobe while she stroked me with increasing determination. The movement of her hand, held back by the fabric and the water, was driving me crazy. I lowered my hand down her back, slipping my fingers between her ass and the bottom of her bikini. I squeezed one cheek, spread it slightly, and felt her tense with pleasure.

“Don’t look at me like that or I won’t be responsible for myself,” I told her.

“Then don’t be.”

Her words gave me permission for everything. I untied the top of her bikini and slid the fabric down beneath the water. Her tits came free between us, heavy and wet, their nipples stiff from the mix of salt, wind, and arousal. She drew a deep breath, looked toward the shore again, and instead of covering herself, grabbed my head and pushed me toward her chest.

I took one nipple into my mouth and began sucking it eagerly. The water rocked us gently while I alternated between one breast and the other, licking, sucking, and gently biting. She moaned through her teeth and buried her fingers in my hair.

“Don’t stop… like that… fuck, like that.”

Her hand slipped inside the waistband of my trunks. She pulled the fabric down just enough to free my cock, which emerged taut, hard, and sensitive against the water. As soon as she grabbed it, I had to clench my teeth. She began jerking me off slowly, from base to tip, using the water to make her hand slide more easily.

“Look at you,” she whispered near my mouth. “You’re desperate.”

“Because of you.”

“Then hold out.”

I didn’t want to hold out worth a damn. I slipped my hand between her thighs and pushed her bikini bottom to one side. As soon as my fingers touched her pussy, I felt that she was truly soaked, not just from the sea. Her lips were swollen and hot. I stroked her clit with my fingertip in short circles, and she threw her head back, trembling.

“Fuck… yes…” she moaned.

I kept rubbing her while her hand continued pumping my cock. Then I inserted one finger. It went in easily. Very easily. She spread her legs wider beneath the water and gave me full access. I slipped in a second finger, curling them inside her pussy, searching for that spot I knew how to recognize as soon as her body tensed.

I found it immediately. Her breathing stopped, and she clenched her jaw.

“There. Don’t change. Don’t change, you bastard.”

I laughed against her neck, aroused by her tone, and kept the rhythm. Two fingers inside her, moving in and out, brushing the exact spot while the palm of my hand softly struck her clit with every movement. She was jerking me off faster now, looking over my shoulder, aware that anyone could appear in the distance and catch sight of us.

“It turns me on so much that it’s here,” she admitted in a broken voice. “Knowing they might see us.”

“Me too. Seeing you like this is driving me crazy.”

I kissed her hungrily. The kiss was dirty, open, breathless. When we separated our mouths, she was redder, more agitated, more lost in desire. She let go of my cock for a second, pulled her bikini bottom all the way down, and let the fabric float against her thigh. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth to my ear.

“Fuck me,” she said very clearly. “Right here.”

A lash of sensation shot straight up my back. I grabbed her waist and turned her with her back to me. She obeyed without hesitation, spread her legs in the water, and arched her back slightly. I placed one hand on her stomach to hold her steady and used the other to guide my cock between her thighs until it brushed the entrance to her pussy.

The tip moved a couple of times between her lips, up and down, getting smeared with her juices. She let out a hoarse moan, moving her hips backward and asking for it in an almost animal way.

“Put it in already,” she panted.

I pushed slowly at first. The head entered, and my whole body went taut. Her pussy was hot, tight, and so wet that my cock slid in with obscene ease. I kept moving forward until I was buried completely inside her. When I reached the bottom, we both moaned at the same time.

“Fuck…” I said, resting my forehead against her shoulder. “You squeeze me so well.”

“Move. Don’t leave me like this.”

I began with short thrusts. The water slowed the movement, but it also made it heavier, deeper. Every time I pulled her back toward me and pushed in again, I felt her buttocks striking my pelvis beneath the surface. The sound was dull, mingled with the sea’s faint splashing around us.

I grabbed one of her tits with my left hand and her neck with my right, keeping her pressed against me while I fucked her pussy without hurrying, prolonging the penetration, pulling almost my entire cock out and then driving it back in to the hilt. She moaned without disguising it, her mouth open and her nipples stiff, pointing toward the orange sky of sunset.

“Like that… like that… don’t stop,” she kept repeating.

I bit her shoulder and increased the pace. The water splashed a little more now, giving away every thrust. She clung to my forearms and spread her legs even wider to give me a better angle. I felt her pussy swallowing my cock again and again, wetter, more open, hotter each time.

I slipped one hand between her legs and searched for her clit while continuing to fuck her. As soon as I started rubbing it, she lost control of her breathing.

“No… no, I can’t hold out like this,” she said, even though she thrust her ass backward so I wouldn’t stop.

“That’s what you want. To come like this.”

“Yes… yes, fuck. Yes.”

I squeezed her breast, gently tugged one of her nipples, and sped up. My hips were colliding harder against her ass now. My cock throbbed inside her pussy, hard, sensitive, on the verge of losing control, but I still wanted more. I wanted to feel her come first. I wanted to bring on that trembling that always rose through her legs before she orgasmed.

I turned her slightly, just enough to kiss her cheek and speak into her ear between gasps.

“Tell me how you like it.”

“Harder.”

I obeyed. I pulled on her waist and thrust into her with more fury, without pulling all the way out so that every stroke landed right on the spot that made her moan the loudest. She threw her head back and offered me her neck. I kissed it, licked it, and bit it while I kept fucking her.

“I love feeling your cock inside me,” she murmured, shattered with pleasure. “I love you fucking me here.”

“And I love watching you get like this.”

She lowered her hand and touched her clit herself, rubbing desperately while I kept thrusting. Seeing that finally turned me feral. I grabbed her wrist, moved her hand away, and replaced it with mine, setting a firmer, more precise rhythm. Her body responded instantly.

She contracted around my cock. Once. Then again. I clenched my teeth to keep from coming right then.

“You’re close,” I told her.

“Yes… yes… I’m going to come.”

“Then come. Do it on my cock.”

She let out a long moan, almost a muffled scream, and began to tremble. I kept penetrating her without easing up, again and again, while rubbing her clit hard. Her orgasm hit her all at once. Her thighs went rigid, she squeezed my forearm with brutal strength, and her pussy trapped me in wet, intense, desperate contractions.

“I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming!” she cried, completely losing her composure.

“Yes… like that… squeeze me like that,” I moaned.

I felt her truly come, without doubt or restraint. Her whole body abandoned itself against mine while the contractions squeezed my cock again and again. It was too much. Pleasure shot up through my stomach like a blunt blow, and I knew I wouldn’t last another five thrusts.

“I’m going to come,” I warned her, already breathless.

She barely turned her face, still trembling from her orgasm.

“Come inside me.”

That order finished me. I held her waist tighter and fucked her a little longer, hard and deep, completely lost. I felt my balls tense and my cock throb inside her pussy before I released my load. I emptied myself in thick spasms, coming inside her while I moaned against her neck and held her pinned to my body.

The orgasm shook me from head to toe. I stayed buried in her pussy for a few seconds, breathing like an animal, feeling my semen mixing inside her with the heat she still held despite the water.

Little by little, I loosened my embrace. She remained still, letting me catch my breath, her legs still spread and her ass resting against my pelvis. Then she moved slowly. My cock slid out of her pussy with a wet, slippery sensation that drew another short moan from me. Some of my cum escaped between her lips and disappeared at once into the sea.

She turned to face me. Her face was flushed, her hair stuck to her cheeks, and she wore a tired, satisfied, beautiful smile. I must have had a similar expression, because when she saw me she let out a very quiet laugh.

“That last swim turned out better than planned,” she said.

“Much better.”

I put the top of her bikini back over her breasts, more out of reflex than modesty, and helped her pull her bikini bottom back into place beneath the water. Then we kissed. Not with the urgency of before, but with that heavy slowness that remains after a good orgasm, when the body is still sensitive and the mind seems empty.

We stayed embraced for another moment, with the water barely moving around us and the sun sinking behind the boats on the horizon. The beach was still almost empty. From the outside, we must have looked like nothing more than a couple enjoying the sunset, calm, pressed together, silent. No one would have imagined what had just happened a few yards offshore.

We returned to shore slowly, our legs still weak. We gathered the towels, the bag, and the sandals without saying much. There was no need. Every time our eyes met, we smiled like two accomplices who had just gotten away with something.

On the way back to the hotel, she brushed my hand and whispered in my ear:

“Tonight, when we close the door, I want you to do it to me again. But without water, without rushing, and without clothes in the way.”

I swallowed and looked at her sideways. She kept walking as though nothing had happened, with her usual calm, but I knew she was carrying the same fire inside her that I was.

And if I’m telling this confession, it’s because of that: I’ve fucked many times, in many places, but few scenes stayed buried so deeply in me as that one. The still sea, the orange sky, the nearly empty beach, her wet body pressed against mine, and that brutal feeling of doing something indecent in exactly the right place, at exactly the right moment. Even today, when I smell salt on someone’s skin or hear the gentle slap of waves at dusk, I get hard remembering how she asked me, without lowering her voice, to fuck her right there.