Was this her intention? To have sex on the beach? With Adam? With Anya? With…me?
I was aghast. I had a girlfriend!
A glug of pre-cum seeped from my cock despite my attempt to cool the sexual fantasy brewing in my thoughts.
A minute or two later and the sea was in sight. Anya grabbed my hand and started to run towards the waves, then stopped a few yards short, dumped her rucksack and pulled off her T-shirt.
“Come on Chris,” she announced. “You can’t wear clothes on this beach.”
And with that she stripped completely and helped me unfasten my belt. She seemed eager, freeing the buckle swiftly and slipping my shorts off with a flourish. I was partially erect and a thin line of pre-cum started to dribble between my legs. Anya smiled at the sight of it. No kidding. She didn’t ignore it or make fun of it. She just gave a super cheeky smile.
Once naked we ran into the sea. After the heat of the walk, the cool water was so welcome. We swam a little and splashed each other as if we were kids.
I thought about giving her a hug in the water, but wasn’t sure how to play it. Christ, I could really fuck her, but what about Cally? Besides, I just couldn’t read the situation. Was she suggesting we fuck on the beach when she talked earlier? Or was she just stating the facts? Did she even fancy me?
Anya led the way out of the water and I saw her take a look at my cock. It was harder than when we entered the waves.
But then our eyes were distracted by the older couple who’d made it down to the cove.
They were a good thirty years older than us and had walking poles. Perhaps they needed them because of their age. Perhaps they were just experienced walkers and were more prepared.
They waved at us and walked to the other side of the beach.
We sat down on the pebbles and Anya dug around in her rucksack for some food. We dipped hunks of olive bread into a tub of taramasalata while sipping from a couple of cans of Mythos.
As we ate our gaze was drawn to the older couple. They were stripping off as if they were teenagers who’d just broken away from their parents and were desperate to make the most of a few moments together.
As we watched, they set up a tripod, clipped their mobile phone into it and, God’s honest truth, started to fuck each other. They rattled through positions. First she gave him a blow job, then he went down on her. Then he took her from behind. Christ—they were putting on quite a show.
I literally couldn’t take my eyes off them. Unsure of the etiquette of what to do after witnessing a live sex show, I glanced at Anya when they’d finished.
“That was fucking hot,” Anya remarked. “I can see you think so too,” she added looking at my nearly hard cock.
And it would appear the couple had noticed my erection too.
“Your turn,” the lady brazenly called over while her husband grinned, nodding encouragement.
I froze, shocked by their suggestion, but also, thrilled. I glanced again at Anya who gave me the most wicked smile.
“Well, don’t you think it would be rude not to?” Anya asked with a mischievous smile.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was she joking? I didn’t say anything, but my cock jerked as an involuntary flow of pre-cum made it clear what my body wanted to do.
“Well, what about it?” she asked.
So what the fuck was I to do? She wanted me. And it was more than evident that I wanted her. But fucking her would mean crossing a line.
Anya seemed to read my mind: “Come on, you only live once….”
Cally’s temper tantrum flashed in my mind and a decision was made.
Before I’d finished nodding, Anya grabbed my hand, “I think they’d appreciate a better view. Their eyesight probably isn’t as good as ours.”
With that she led me across the rocks so we were closer to them. No discussion. No talking likes and dislikes. No agreeing about boundaries—I guess that’s because with Anya, I now realise, there weren’t any.
From the moment Anya had suggested we fuck, a new line of silvery pre-cum had started flowing and my cock swayed between my legs as we walked.
What happened next shows just how fucking hot Anya is. She caught sight of the sticky streak, put her hand out as if she were catching a drip of maple syrup which had leaked from a bottle, wound it around her finger, put it in her mouth and licked it off.
Anya stopped about twenty yards from the couple, turned to me and we started to kiss. What surprised me was that it seemed so natural. We’d kissed each other on the cheek before, but nothing like this.
Anya wasted no time in slipping in her tongue and within moments I felt both her hands on my cock and she started pumping it. I was rock hard within a few jerks of her expert touch.
Having sex with such a confident woman was new to me. When Cally and I fuck she responds to my actions. Being led by Anya was fucking sensational and I remember thinking I had to take note of every move, savour every action of hers as this was something bloody special.
Seeming to know that I liked it, Anya cupped my balls with one hand as she continued to pump my shaft with the other.
Looking back I think I was too absorbed in receiving pleasure, because Anya took my hand and pushed it against her pussy. It was gloriously smooth and she was already moist around her lips.
She has the most sensational tits and I cupped them, mirroring how she had held my balls.
And if all that wasn’t hot enough, the magic happened. With a quick kiss to my chest while in transit downwards, she took my prick into her mouth. Cally can give a good blow job, don’t get me wrong, but Anya can give a bloody fabulous one.
Now, I don’t want to brag, but I’ve been told that I am on the big side when it comes to pricks. And my size has intimidated a few girlfriends when it comes to giving head. But Anya took me in her mouth without hesitation, then slowly took me in deeper, and deeper.
She was deep-throating
me—effortlessly. Never in my life had a girl taken my whole length into
her mouth. And it felt divine. I thanked the gods—the Greek ones—for
this moment of utter sexual bliss. I could feel things I’d never felt
before—her cheeks on the sides of my shaft, her throat on my helmet. She
pulled back a bit and started to suck me hard. Another new sensation.
Keen to keep up the momentum, Anya stood up, lifted a foot on to a rock
behind me and was now going to give me another treat by guiding my
length into her tight, warm and seriously wet pussy.
I thought at first she’d hitched up her leg to make it easier for me to enter her, but looking back I think it was as much to give the other couple the best possible view.
I know I need to be a bit careful when I start to fuck—it’s one of those things guys with bigger cocks learn fast—so I started super gently with simple, short thrusts, being careful to avoid going all the way into her pussy. And fuck I got this so right as she kept throwing her head back and mewling.
Still in total control, Anya turned round and guided me into her from behind. I sensed by this that she wanted me to push deeper into her cunt and that chimed with an urge that had been building within my groin since I’d first penetrated her.
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