MY FAVORITE PLACE IN THE WORLD

My favorite place in the world to be is the beach.  The soft sand tingles and massages my feet and the sun warms my whole body.  The water is the best part.  The dark blue expanse reminds me of the sky at night, twinkly and everlasting.

On this particular day I had been on the beach for about two hours, soaking up the sun next to one of the lifeguard stands.  There was hardly anyone there and I had on my favorite swimsuit, a red string bikini with colorful butterflies on them.  I had noticed a group of guys walking towards the lifeguard stand.  One of them stood out to me, the thinner one with dark brown hair and blue eyes that I could see into from a distance.  It was as if he was an extension of the ocean and by looking into his eyes I would feel tranquil and weightless.  He caught me staring at him and smiled, making me blush and look away.  The group laughed and chatted with the girls life guarding and I wondered what would make the man I had noticed laugh with me that way.

Looking away, I took a deep breath and remembered why I was there.  My love life was extremely uneventful.  In a city full of beach ready bodies I felt a little insecure, a small fish in a big pond.  It was a city of quick transactions in finance, real estate, and love.  I hadn't met anyone I was attracted to either.  The beach was calm and relaxing, and people usually left each other alone.  Most of the men here were too obvious, too flashy or just too stupid.  But there was something about the man I had noticed.  I looked back over his way to observe his body language.  He was thin but toned and looked comfortable and confident.  He laughed a lot, seemed to be very in sync with his friends.

I wondered what he would be like in bed, what he looked like naked and whether he would be attentive or rushed.  I imagined that a guy who wasn't the most muscular or best looking in his group of friends would be forced to become a more imaginative or sensual lover.  I imagined us together.  We would laugh over secret jokes and hold hands.  He would put my face in his hands, lean forward and kiss me.  I saw us in a passionate kiss, our tongues massaging each other and creating waves of relaxation and pleasure throughout our bodies.  He grabbed my ass, pulling me closer towards him and making me want him inside me.  I ran my hands over his arms, feeling the strength in his body that my feminine frame didn't have.  I felt safe, and wanted, and alive.  I licked his neck, nibbled on it, while my hands played with his nipples.  I adored his naked chest, his heart and the thin trail of hair that started underneath his belly button and ended where that I wanted to be.  Reaching behind my neck, I untied my bikini top.  My breasts bounced out of the thin fabric and my nippled silently screamed to be paid attention to.  He heard their call, laying me down on my back to lick and kiss my boobs.  I have always liked my tits; they are big and full and are my best physical feature.  I always feel a little insulted when a man doesn't pay attention to them because they are my pride and joy.  This man loved them, kissing them, licking them and using his hands to support them, cuddle them.

He stopped, looked right into my eyes and reached into my bikini bottoms. 

I arched my back in anticipation and desire and I didn't know if I could hold his intense gaze.  It was his eyes, the ocean and universe inside those eyes that kept me in place that kept me from running away in fear that I wouldn't be able to make him feel as good as I did.  His fingers started to work on me, spreading my lips apart and swimming in the wetness that was there.  I wanted him right then and I reached down to take his dick out of his shorts.  It was so hard and wet at the tip.  He pulled down his shorts and tossed them aside, then began work on getting me naked too.  He pulled off my bikini bottom, leaving me naked and vulnerable.  He spread my legs apart and started to lick me.  He knew exactly what he was doing; not to hard or too soft and he waited until I was on the verge of orgasm to put his fingers inside me.  The last heavy breath escaped my lips, and I looked down at him.  He knew what I wanted now; the fastest way to make me want to fuck was to go down on me.  And he had just done that.

He moved up, his chin shining from my orgasm.  Kissing me, I could taste myself mixed with him and it tasted good.  Again he held my breasts in his hands and squeezed my nipples with his fingers.  Go inside me, I whispered.  He smiled and kissed me again, reaching down to guide himself. I was wet and aroused but his dick felt like it was too big to go inside me.

I stopped him for a second, giving myself time to get used to him.  Pain or no pain, we both wanted to fuck each other's brains out.  I flipped him over onto his back and took control.  I lowered myself onto him slowly.  He put his hands on my hips and guided me, making me feel full and strong.  I began to rub my clit with my hands, rhythmically grinding my hips into his. He reached up for a nipple and pinched.  I felt so alive.

He lifted me up off of him and eased me onto my hands and knees.  I knew he would come in this position because it's every man's favorite.  He entered me again and it seemed that he was a little less controlled than before.  He grunted, fucking me harder.  I squeezed so that he would feel me all around him, making him moan louder.  He thrusted and held onto my hips, pulling me and pushing me.  I felt an orgasm arise from inside me and I moaned loudly. 

Our animal natures had taken over and we fucked like dogs.  I am gonna come, he said, and he pulled out to spill all over my ass and back.  We collapsed, exhausted and glowing.

I smiled.  Can people tell when you are fantasizing about them?  Do people get turned on when someone masturbates to thoughts of them naked?  The guys walked away from the lifeguard stand and walked my way.  One of the guys looked at me.  "Are you Rachel Carabelo?  The realtor?"  I knew who he was talking about; people mistook me for the girl on posters and billboards all the time. "No, I'm not."  The guy smiled and I took the moment of attention to sit up and put my boobs on display for the man who I was already wet for.

"Oh, sorry.  You look just like her."  And they kept walking.  Damn.