Friday night at the beach house was quiet. Outside the waves lapped the sand and whispered a sweet melody of solitude. I knew I would be alone and dreaded it. You were miles away in Fort Worth, while I was here essentially losing my worth. On a long stroll by the water, gazing up at the moonlight, I thought of you. What were you doing now, I wondered, and were you also dwelling on our last meeting when things got heated and we ravaged each other, biting sheets and drilling deep? My hardness had pressed home again and again, taking you to the outer limits of orgasmic pleasure. Feeling my length hardening in my tiny swimsuit that wouldn’t be able to hold it for long, I spontaneously decided to go for a run in the sand, just me and my speedo, bouncing up and down as I ran.
This was not good. All I could think about was the time when my tongue was on your smooth skin, licking you from head to toe and pausing in between. You loved the pause in between. So did I, my wet tongue diving in your folds and enjoying every sweet drop of you as my hands spread your thighs wider. Then my meat, fresh and ravaging, drove deep into your core as I lifted your hips up to meet me and you dipped your head back over and over in rhythm with every thrust.
Damn, lady. You are the hottest woman I know, and then some. I was so horny and wanted you so badly. I had to have you. Right there on the beach. Behind the private shadow of a palm tree, I relieved my massive bulge, whipping it out and giving my raging hardness some fresh air. With a grip around the girth, I closed my eyes and thought of your body, your gorgeous hair, the stars in your eyes when we last recklessly attacked each other and came in orgasmic bursts of elation. Oh fuck.. oh… But it was getting late, and I wanted to call you at your hotel immediately, to finish in front of you what I had started here, so pulling up my speedo back over my raging hardness, I ran quickly back to the house.
Approaching the house, I paused. The lights were on in the living room! You had come back! Running up the wooden porch, I burst through the door and found you on the couch, half naked wearing only a blouse, already in the passionate process of pleasuring yourself. Apparently great minds think alike! When you saw me come in, you gasped and closed your legs with your hand still on your sex. You watched me for a second with surprise that I had come back so early, but then you smiled and bit your lip, satisfied at what you saw when you looked down. I smiled down at you as I watched with lustful moaning.
Slipping off my speedo, the raging hardness freed, you opened your legs again, this time inviting me in.
“Get over here!” you demanded.
Complying quickly, I slid down to you and scooped my arms around you, kissing you deep and long and wet-tongued. Not wanting to lose momentum, you reached for my shaft and drove it hard into your already fully wet warmth. We both gasped and shuddered as it entered.
This was going to be one Friday night I’ll never forget!