Fantasy on the Beach at Sunset

Yesterday I drove to the coast with an obsession clinging to my body. It wasn’t the sea, although it always calms me. It wasn’t the sunset, although there are few things I like more than that violet light falling over the water. It was you, lodged in my head from the moment I turned the car key.

I imagined you in the driver’s seat, one firm hand on the wheel and the other changing gears, focused and calm, unaware that I was going to go crazy watching you. The music playing softly, the road almost empty, the sun coming in sideways through the window. And my hand slowly moving toward your thigh, as though testing a boundary I had actually wanted to cross for far too long.

At first I would barely brush against you. My palm open, my fingers slowly moving up the fabric of your pants, squeezing every now and then. Just to feel the hard muscle beneath. Just to see you breathe more deeply without taking your eyes off the road.

In my head, you glanced at me and smiled the way you do when you know exactly what you’re provoking. I kept moving my hand higher, slow, fucking slow, until it was a handspan from your crotch. Close enough to feel the heat. Close enough to see your cock take shape as it hardened, even though I still hadn’t really done anything.

“Don’t keep playing if you don’t plan to finish it,” you’d say in that low voice that undoes me.

And of course I wanted to finish it. I wanted to unbutton your pants right there, pull down the zipper, and take out your cock to watch it grow even harder between my fingers. I wanted to stroke it with my wet hand, slowly up and down, to watch you bite your lip while you tried to keep driving as though nothing was happening.

The fantasy became so vivid that I had to roll the window down a little. I needed air. Because I didn’t stop there. I never stop there with you, not even when I’m only thinking about you.

In my mind I tied my hair back without taking my eyes off your face. You knew what that gesture meant. I leaned over your lap, moved the fabric aside, and took you into my mouth all at once, feeling the hot weight of your cock on my tongue, the taste, the way your abdomen tensed when I started sucking you for real.

I would suck you deep, shamelessly, gripping you at the base with one hand while squeezing your thigh with the other. I would feel you growing harder and harder, barely pushing against my mouth, holding yourself back because you were still at the wheel but already breathing raggedly. And I would get wet just from hearing you. Just from knowing you were seconds from coming and still obeying when I whispered no, not yet.

In that fantasy I would ask you to take the first turnoff. To stop somewhere no one would be around. To pull me out of the car in a hurry and bend me over the hood, still hot from the engine.

I saw you doing it so clearly that my legs trembled. Your fingers holding my wrists behind my back, your other hand parting my legs, pulling my thong aside until my pussy was exposed to the air. Shoving two fingers inside me to find out how soaked I was before letting out a rough laugh.

“That’s how I like you,” you’d say. “Dripping before I fuck you.”

And I would ask you for more. Not gently, not sweetly. More. Your cock entering in a single thrust, the cold metal of the car beneath my belly and your body pinning me against the sheet metal while you fucked me hard, pulling moans from me that I wouldn’t bother to hold back. I would imagine you stopping just as I was about to come, only to thrust harder again until you drove me crazy.

That image stayed with me the entire drive. I reached the beach with my pulse racing and my panties stuck to my body. The sea was calm, almost motionless, and the sky was beginning to turn orange and violet. The strange thing was that there was no one there.

No one on the sand. No one on the promenade. No one near the water.

Perfect, I thought. And at that moment you stopped being only an idea.

You arrived a few minutes later in your dark pickup, just as we’d arranged, and got out looking at me with that calm of yours that always makes things worse for me. You were wearing a light-colored T-shirt, your hair tousled by the wind, and a small, almost restrained smile, as if you already knew everything I had done with you in my head during the drive.

“You look like trouble,” you said as you came closer.

“No. I look horny.”

Your smile widened. You didn’t ask anything else. With you, you never need much.

We walked barefoot to the shore, feeling the cold sand where the sun no longer reached. I took off my clothes and was left wearing only the bottom of my bikini, because beneath my T-shirt I had nothing else on. You noticed immediately. Your eyes dropped to my breasts, outlined by the fabric dampened by the air, and then returned to my face.

“If you go into the water with me, that has to go too.”

You said it like a gentle order, not a joke. And obeying you turned me on. I looked around again. The beach was still empty. The sound of the sea filled everything.

I took off my bikini bottoms in front of you and let them fall onto the sand. You didn’t look away. Your gaze dipped for barely a second, just long enough to slowly travel over my naked body, and you exhaled as if keeping calm was difficult for you too.

We entered the water hand in hand. It was cold, but I didn’t care. I plunged straight in up to my waist and then my shoulders, letting it bite my skin. You went a little farther and splashed water over your face, neck, and chest. I stood watching you, soaking up that image just as I had soaked up my fantasies in the car.

We played for a while as if we really wanted to pretend innocence. You splashed me. I splashed you back. You came closer and moved away. You dipped under a little and came back up smiling. When I finally managed to grab you around the waist to claim some ridiculous revenge, I bit your ass underwater and burst out laughing.

“One–zero,” I said, raising my arms.

You didn’t let me celebrate for long. In a second you had caught me again. This time you didn’t dunk me or splash me. You turned me firmly until I was facing you and pulled my hands behind my back, holding them with one hand above my tailbone. Your other hand gripped the back of my neck.

You kissed me slowly at first. Just the pressure of lips. Then your mouth opened, your tongue went in, and the whole game changed. The water rocked us gently, but your hold was hard and possessive, and that heated me more than the sun had all day.

“One–one,” you murmured against my mouth.

I held your gaze. You knew what that look meant in me. You knew that from then on there was no turning back.

“Ready to lose?” you whispered.

“If I lose like this, yes.”

Your hand left my wrists and moved down my back to my ass. You squeezed it hard, barely parting my cheeks, and I moaned against your lips. It didn’t take you long to slide your other hand between our bodies. Your fingers found my pussy immediately, open and wet, and you gave a deep laugh when you felt how much.

“Look at you,” you said. “I haven’t even started and you’re already dripping all over my hand.”

You slipped one finger in first, slowly, all the way to the hilt. You drew it out with deliberate slowness. Then you pushed it back in with another, opening me up in the water warmed by our bodies, and I grabbed your shoulders so I wouldn’t lose my balance. The contrast between the cold sea outside and your hot fingers inside made me arch my whole body.

“Like that,” I told you, panting. “Don’t stop.”

You didn’t stop. You kissed me while your fingers fucked me with a measured rhythm, searching for that spot you know far too well. Every time you brushed it, my thighs trembled. Every time you insisted there, another moan escaped me, dirtier and less controlled.

“You like that, don’t you?” you said in my ear. “Having me open you with my fingers and make you come right here.”

I nodded because I couldn’t do anything else. My face was hot, my tits hard from the air and the water, and my pussy pulsed around your hand. You watched me without looking away while you worked me inside, as if you wanted to see the exact moment I stopped holding out.

When you put in a third finger and rubbed my clit with your thumb, I folded over you. I let out a hoarse moan, the kind that no longer has any shame, and came trembling between your hands. The orgasm rushed up, closed my throat, and left me clinging to your neck while the water softly struck us at the waist.

“Fuck,” I murmured, still shuddering. “You make me come too soon again.”

“That wasn’t soon,” you replied. “That was just to loosen you up.”

You didn’t give me time to answer. I had already grabbed your face to kiss you again, hungry, my legs still weak but my desire greater than before. I felt your hard cock against my belly. I lowered my hand between us to grab it and stroked you slowly, enjoying the way your jaw tightened.

“I want to suck you,” I told you.

You led me a few steps farther, to a place where the water came up to our hips, and I didn’t hesitate. I knelt in front of you in the sea, the water striking my chest, and pulled out your cock with both hands. It was truly hard, heavy, gleaming with salt water and with moisture at the tip.

I kissed the head first, just to hear you exhale through your nose. Then I stuck out my tongue and ran it from the bottom to the top. The salty taste of the water mixed with you aroused me even more. I opened my mouth and began to take you in little by little, letting you fill my tongue and throat while I held your hips.

“Look at me,” you ordered.

I obeyed without taking you from my mouth. I raised my eyes to you as I moved my head up and down, sucking you deeper each time. Your expression changed. I saw you grit your teeth, restraining the urge to thrust into me, and that made me squeeze you harder with my lips. I liked having you like that, on the edge, hard, tense, half-crazy.

One of your hands went into my wet hair and pushed it back. You weren’t forcing me. You were only setting the rhythm. I followed it gladly, masturbating the part that wouldn’t fit in my mouth with my hand, letting saliva run down the shaft of your cock. The sea struck us around me, and I kept sucking you the way I had fantasized about all day, without hurry and without mercy.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to come,” you said, your voice breaking.

I took you out for a second to answer.

“No. I want you to save it for fucking me.”

I put you back in my mouth and sped up a little just to torture you. Enough to make you moan. Enough to see you lose the calm you had brought with you when you arrived.

You pulled me up suddenly. Your mouth crashed onto mine hungrily and you wrapped your arms around my waist to lift me. I wound my legs around your body almost instinctively. I felt the tip of your cock searching between my swollen pussy lips and pushed my hips downward, desperate.

“Put it in me now.”

It sounded like a plea, but I knew it was an order too. And you like it when I ask you that way.

You entered me in a single thrust. All the way in. Deep, hard, without warning. My moan came out mixed with an insult and your name. I grabbed your shoulders while you held me suspended, buried inside me, and for a second we stayed still just to feel how perfectly we fit.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” you said.

You began moving me on your cock, your hands on my ass, lifting and lowering me forcefully. I matched the rhythm with my hips, letting myself drop again and again until I felt you strike deep inside me. The water softened some of the movement, but not the intensity. Every thrust made me pant against your neck.

It didn’t take long for me to get even wetter. You could tell from the way you slid inside me. Your fingers dug into my buttocks. My body tensed whenever you found that exact angle. You kissed me at times, bit my mouth, and then pulled away just to watch yourself fuck me.

“Tell me,” you asked.

“Fuck me harder.”

You did. You backed up a little until my feet touched the bottom. You turned me without letting go and bent me forward, so the water covered me almost to my chest while you stood behind me. One hand held my waist, and with the other you opened my ass wider to enter me again from that angle.

I let out a short cry when you put it in me like that. Even deeper. Rougher. The sensation was so intense that I had to brace my hands against the water, almost swimming in place, while you thrust into me with sharp movements of your hips. The sound of the sea was now only a distant backdrop behind our panting.

“This is how you wanted me to find you in the car, isn’t it?” you said, close against my ear. “Unable to play the good girl while I fill your pussy.”

I went cold for a second from sheer arousal.

“Yes,” I answered through clenched teeth. “Like this. Exactly like this.”

You fucked me with an irregular rhythm on purpose. Three quick thrusts, one slow one all the way in, another very deep. You were taking me to the edge again without giving me the end. Every time I thought you were going to let me come, you changed the rhythm or pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in. You had me desperate.

“Don’t tease me anymore,” I begged. “I’m going to come.”

“Not yet.”

The hand on my waist moved down to my clitoris and began rubbing me exactly where I was most sensitive. That was when I lost every last scrap of pride. I threw my head back against your shoulder and began truly begging you. Not to stop. To fuck me. To make me come. Everything mixed with moans and broken breaths.

Your hand worked me in front while your cock opened me from behind with increasingly hard thrusts. I felt my thighs tense. My belly contract. The orgasm rose through me again, stronger than the first, dirtier, fed by the exhibition, the risk, by having you inside me in the middle of the open sea.

“Now,” you said. “Come now.”

I came with a brutal spasm, squeezing you inside me, trembling from head to toe. My knees buckled and you held me firmly while the orgasm moved through me in waves. I moaned without being able to keep quiet, my face burning and my body utterly spent.

You felt it. And that finally released you too.

You stayed inside me for one more second, thrusting deep, and then began pounding without control, with no more games, no more restraint. Your breathing turned harsh. You gripped my waist harder and fucked me as if you needed to finish breaking the breath from my body.

“I’m going to come,” you growled.

“Do it. Come inside me.”

Two thrusts later, you came. I felt it unmistakably. Your body tensed behind mine, your fingers dug into my skin, and you released inside me with a rough moan that made me tighten around your cock again. You came deep, without pulling out, letting me feel that thick heat filling me while the water barely rocked us.

We stayed still for a few seconds, breathing as if we had just come to the surface after a minute underwater. You were still inside me. I was leaning forward, my pulse racing and wearing a foolish smile I couldn’t stop.

When I finally turned around, you had the same expression I did. That mixture of boldness, relief, and shared madness. Like two adults who had just done something reckless and would do it again without thinking twice.

“In the end, you did lose,” you said.

“If losing means ending up like this, I plan to lose every time.”

We came out of the water slowly. The air against my wet skin raised goosebumps all over me, but I was still hot inside. I could feel semen running between my thighs as we walked toward the towels, and that detail alone was almost enough to make me want to start all over again.

We lay down on the sand without drying off. The sun was already very low, grazing the horizon. Your body glistened with moisture, finally relaxed. You rested your head on one arm and looked at me with that peaceful satisfaction that always leaves me melting.

I settled beside you, resting one hand on your chest. The sea was still just as beautiful, but it was no longer what filled my eyes most. It was you after fucking me in the water the way I had wanted all along. You, breathing slowly, your hair wet, and that little smile on your face.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked.

I stroked your abdomen, moving slowly downward until I stopped just before your crotch.

“That next time I don’t want to wait until we reach the beach.”

You laughed. You turned your face toward me and kissed me again, more softly, but with that dirty promise lingering between us. The sun disappeared completely, and I kept looking at you with the exact feeling of being where I wanted to be: salty, naked, satisfied, and with a new fantasy already beginning to burn in my head.