Ocean Wave Fantasy

by Lusty

Lets start with a fantasy walk on the beach:  You like the beach with the soft winds,  and the rhythm of the waves?

As you walk along the beach, you glance up and down. No one else for as far as the eye can see.  The sun warms you, and you enjoy the warmth.   You enjoy wearing a loose cotton blouse and  a pair of shorts.

The sun feels good on your legs.  After a long day in the office, it feels good to be free of  that stress. You face the sun, and turn your  neck upward. The warmth on your neck and  breasts brings to mind a thought that startles  you.   No one is around.   You've never bared  yourself outside an enclosed room before.  But now you no longer want to be that conservative person the people at the office think they know.  Do you dare?

With nervous fingers, you cautiously open the first button, check for anyone watching, and then the next.  Slowly and shyly you open up the front of the shirt.   You don't open it, but wrap it tight, your  hands close to your breasts. As you rub your  hands over your tits, you imagine a lover, and  you think of him as you pinch the nipples through the layers of clothes,  Then in a quick "the world be dammed" motion you open the shirt to the sea and sun.
                                 
You glance down at the cleavage peeking above  your  plain white under-wire bra.  You  think to yourself that they  were something to behold in their prime.  "Perky"  they were once called, but what are they now:  Remove the bra, and all that perk, gone...

The  wind picks up and  you can hear the shifting sand blow around the beach dunes. As a shiver runs through you, it is followed by an odd sensation:   You feel young again, the salt air fills your  lungs, and you no longer feel worn down.  You have  taken a step back in time, and you know it.
 
Do you dare prove it?  Allowing the shirt to slip off to the sand, you reach back for  the clasps and undo the bra. Slipping it off your shoulders you hold it in your hand,  staring at it for just a minute, it is the old you, the part of you that you do not feel at this moment.  With a smooth arc you toss it into the waves, and feel better for it.  The transition is complete, nearly, you feel  fresh, and the sun warms areas that have never felt the direct rays before.  Before this present time, when gravity has taken it's toll, you had longed to present them round and full to the world to see,  you were too shy, modest, and lived by the standards of others, now it is too late.  You are momentarily lost in thought as you see that your shape has not changed, those glorious tits just hang there now, nice, rounded, and an set of nipples you know guys would kill for, but those days are past.

You are awaked from your thoughts by a soft voice behind you. Low and  husky, it tells you to stand still, and to not  be afraid.

For some reason, you don't panic. You feel comforted by this presence behind you. You  know it is male, and  you sense he is tall. He places his hands on your shoulder and  whispers in your ear.

"You want to have sex?"

The words are soothing when they should be shocking. You would never dare have sex with a man on the beach, and certainly never with a stranger. You are not  that kind of lady,  but you want him.   He drops his hands to the middle of your shoulder blades, then runs around the rib cage under  your arms, and then his fingers gently trace  the outline of your breasts. He cups them with  massive hands warm and smooth, they cover  completely and they are lifted toward the sky.  You feel a a  burning  sensation that begins in your heart, shoots out arms, travels down the spine, you feel it in your pussy, that old feeling that has not been felt for some time.  He lowers his hands, and your breasts are firm and full again.  The nipples are erect as the winds cools them after  the touch of his warm grasp

He bends down and smoothly, efficiently, he  lifts you from the ground and carries you back  to a spot on the dunes behind you.  For the  first time you see his face,  strong, with an   edge that should make you nervous.   The eyes  bear into yours, and he knows what you want,  what will give you pleasure. 
                                 
He comes to a rise on the dune, and now you  see why you didn't see him before, there  beyond, in a small depression is a blanket,  and a large log. 
                              
He lays you over  the log, your ass upended  and you are now starting to worry. You wanted to kiss, and make sweet love on the blanket.   With a swift move, your shorts are dropped to your ankles, panties and all.  You protest, but he grabs your hair and to  hold you in place while he slides his other hand over your ass, and between the cheeks.  His hand continues down and around under, and now he feeling out  your pussy.  Even you are surprised by the wetness.  His fingers rubbing on your pussy drives you wild.  With your hair in his grasp, you  feel helpless, and it surprises you that you  enjoy it.

As your juices flow, he lubricates your ass  hole and his thumb moves to circle the rim.  Then with a smooth motion his thumb is in your ass, and the other finger are  rubbing the clit, and sliding into your  love canal.  With a gasp, you feel his finger hitting your g-spot.   You had forgotten it was there, but it is there now.  You shudder, and your hips grind the log and his hand.
                                 
Out of nowhere he produces a section  of rope. Before you can say a word your wrists are bound and the other end is securely fastened to remaining limb on this ancient piece of driftwood.  You were helpless before, now you are terrified: This is not the fantasy you  dreamed of. 
                                 

With your wrists bound, and your shorts around  your ankles, you feel exposed, humiliated.  He steps back and stares at your nakedness.  After what feels like hours, he reaches down to a bag on the ground  and comes up a small bottle of oil.  It is poured on your back, and runs down your spine, the warmth of it spreading.  The scent is overpowering, a dark musk, a pleasing and arousing treat to the nose.  A slow  trickle moves between your ass cheeks, and  mixes with the wetness of your swollen pussy.
                                 
Now he is back to work on you, his hands massaging the oil into your back and then he spreads your cheeks and moves in behind you.  You yell out a "NO",  but only a whisper comes out.  Good girls don't take it in the ass, but the ropes leave you helpless.
                                 
He grabs you and you feel his cock slide between your ass, and then into your ass.  You've never felt that before, and you are surprised at  the intense feeling it creates.  He is stroking his cock in and out in slow simple  movements, keeping rhythm with the incoming tide. As he is  pumping, and you are softly moaning, calling out for a name you do not know. Your hips buck, and he holds on tight.  Before long you yell in ecstasy, and he is shuddering  as he  pumps cum deep into you.

 He continues to kiss you as he  reaches and releases the ropes. The two of you roll  to the blanket, and he removed the last of the shorts around  your  legs. Then with you on your back, he spreads your legs,  your pussy is open, wet  and waiting.  He slowly  rubs his huge cock  over your pussy until it is hard, and ready  again. Then he grasps your legs, places them over his shoulders, and drives his throbbing cock into waiting  your  glistening hole.  Your  pussy lips wrap around the shaft, and they seem to be making love by themselves to this miracle worker.  Again, your orgasm builds, as he  pumps, and drives his cock deep in and out, in  and out. You both cum together, and collapse into a deep passionate embrace.
                                                                   
You roll, over and he is gone. only wind blows, and you think it only a dream.  But there dangling in the wind is a short rope still wrapped around a random limb on a large ancient  log.

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