We arrived from the store and put the weekend staples away. It was about 11:30 p.m. and a fine time to take in the scenery of waves crashing onto the shore. I decided to pack a beach bag containing wine, a towel, my favorite sex toy, a blanket and bug repellent granules to sprinkle on the ground around us.
“Hey babe, you wanna go to the beach now?” I asked in my innocent voice.
“I sure do. I’m ready when you’re ready,” she said enthusiastically.
I smiled. We both placed our valuables in the safe in the closet, and changed into our bathing suits for some late night skinny dipping. M grabbed her towel and headed to the door. I quickly followed her grinning all the way as I worshiped her perfectly shaped ass. We proceeded to the beach.
The sand was beautiful, white, and pristine. No trash, no debris, and most importantly, no people. This was going to be a night to remember. I could just tell. We followed the boardwalk until we go to the sand, then we took off our shoes. M commented on how soft the sand was. I shook my head in agreement. This side of the state was so much prettier in my opinion than the East Coast. It’s less populated, and the beaches are so much nicer. We walked until we found the perfect spot. It was far from the houses, condos, and cottages in the little beach rental community. We found a patch of grass where we could hide. I had nasty, erotic things planned and the fewer distractions the better. Once we get some liquid courage in our systems, anything goes.
After I put my bag down, we both pulled out the blanket to lay it down without getting it full of sand. It was a challenge, but nothing was too much for M. I wanted to make sure she was comfortable. After getting everything set up, we sat down, popped open the bottle of wine from my belongings along with a pair of wine glasses and filled them. We toasted under the moonlight to celebrate our brief time together, as well as finally reaching our beautiful destination. As the waves crashed the shore, the warm night air blew, and the moon shined bright…..I felt like getting naked. It’s something about being topless on the beach any time of the day, but especially at night. There is also something about possibly being seen by voyeurs. I like to bless people, and I felt like it was the perfect time to bless potential beach goers. I stripped my two-piece swimsuit off, dropping the top first. M gasped, unable to speak.
“What are you doing woman?” M asked excitedly.
“Getting ready to go skinny dipping” I said with a bad girl smirk. “C’mon, let’s go,” I whispered before charging to the water.
The water was cold on my pussy, but it felt soooooo good. I shrieked as the water crept up my back until my body became used to the coolness. As the water reached my tits, I screamed in horror. All awhile, M sat from the shore marveling at my boldness. I waved back at her for her to come join me. She stood up and began to strip off her swim suit. M did her sex sway to the water. I turned around so that she was able to see the moonlight shining onto my tits. M loved my tits. They were the keys to her pussy. I smiled as she came towards me. M shrieked as the water hit her ass. She growled and grimaced as the water continued up her back. M was tall, so it took a while for her to reach the depth where the water hit her tits. By the time she reached my body, the water was hitting her breast. She gave one more shriek before she got comfortable with the water temperature. I extended my arms to her. She grabbed my body, giving me the biggest hug. Our breast touching each other.
As we began to embrace, an unsuspecting couple taking a midnight stroll passed us. They quickly walked by, respecting our need for privacy. M and I held each other tightly underneath the moonlight as we began to kiss. Kissing her is so different than kissing my husband or any man for that matter. Her kisses are usually so soft and tender. But at that very moment, her kiss meant everything. It consumed my entire being. I could feel my body heating up, and I could feel my pussy starting to throb. M cupped my tits and I just melted. She rubbed her thumbs gently across each of my nipples which sent my body shivering.
“That feels good as fuck,” I said in a faint voice.
“I love you,” M whispered into my ear. “Don’t you forget that either,” she exclaimed.
“My pussy is getting wet babe,” I said.
“Well, I am not doing my job then am I,” as she ran her fingers from my breast to my sopping wet hot pussy.
I let out the loudest sigh. It was so exhilarating to be naked outside alone with all the things God created. The earth. The wind. The water. A sexy, gentle woman who knew exactly how to send my body into a frenzy. I leaned my head back as she used her fingers on my pussy to make melodies come from my mouth. I didn’t want to cum that way. I wanted her to eat my pussy on the beach. She grabbed a mouth full of tits with my nipples as the main meal.
“Oh baby……that shit is so good. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I whimpered.
“You want me to eat my pussy now,” M whispered in my ear.
Weak from the moment all I could do was nod my head to concede and agree to the good tongue thrashing coming my way. M took my hand and led me out of the ocean to our beach blanket. As our pussies came out of the water, we both had pussy juices dripping, thick like aloe running from a broken aloe leaf. We reached our blanket, and M pulled me towards her for a long passionate kiss. I grabbed her ass and squeezed it as we kissed and embraced. I pulled away from M and laid in the middle of the blanket, spread eagle for the entire world to see. M got down on her knees in the perfect position so she would able to rub my tits and nipples while eating out of my sugar bowl. She pinched my nipples as she made her way down to my pussy.
“Gasp”, I exhaled.
She began eating my pussy. Back and forth, with just the right amount of pressure and motion to make me forget about all the worries and cares of the world for a brief moment. It felt so fuckin good to be with the one I loved, making love on the beach, butt-assed naked. The moment was a memory of a lifetime. I screamed, and moaned in excitement as I felt my pussy getting ready to cum. I started rolling my pussy into M’s face until I exploded in ecstasy. I must have cum for 2 minutes. I had chills from the wind gently blowing across my nipples. I reached down to her and pulled her on top of me and thanked her for the orgasm.
“Now it’s your time baby,” I said to M.
She smiled as we exchanged positions. I reached into our beach bag and grabbed my favorite sex toy. I had a few more nuts inside of me, and I haven’t squirted for her in a while. Tonight would be a perfect moment to squirt all over her lovely face. She loved when I squirted. She loved it more when I squirted on her. We assumed our respective positions and commenced to pleasing each other. M was so wet. Her pussy had gotten even wetter since leaving the ocean. Her juices smothered my face as I happily lapped them up like a dog at a water bowl after a run on scorching hot day. I ran my tongue up and down her pussy. I couldn’t get to her tits like she liked me to in order to make her cum, so we switched from the 69 position to a sideways 69 type position for better access to each others’ body parts. I was able to reach her tits as she hashed her leg up so that I could reach her hot, pink pussy. She continued to lick my pussy and as I started moaning more, she turned on the sex toy to the highest speed with irregular pulsating vibrations.
I was feeling so good, and she knew it. As we moaned and grinded, an occasional passerby would get an eyeful. Unbeknownst to M, one gentleman decided to perch himself away from us hiding in the sand dunes in between some high grasses in order to catch the show. Two women getting it on in public on the beach at midnight is the thing some men’s wildest dreams are made of. I made sure we gave him a great show. As we got hotter, we made more noise. M came first, cumming loudly and violently. Her body thrashed around the blanked. I grabbed her so I could continue to eat her pussy and rub her tits with hopes of getting another nut out off her.
After her orgasm afterglow subsided, she began working on my pussy again. She resumed her same position, and turned the vibrator up on the highest speed. M put the vibrator in the exact position she knew would guarantee a squirting orgasm. I was paralyzed in ecstasy, encouraging her to stay in that spot. She placed her face as close as she could get it to my pussy in that position until I began to stiffen and scream in sheer delight. She moved the vibrator just a little, making my pussy erupt with squirt. I squirted over and over again. She kept the vibrator in the same spot as I continue to scream. My body convulsed and shrieked loudly like a cat in heat. I squirted all over M’s face and neck. She watched in awe as my body squirted and convulsed while I screamed in delight more.
“Your body is so amazing,” M said.
I could see the gentleman in the sand dunes. He had been jerking off so hard. He was really getting off watching us. When I squirted, the gentleman movie goer had jerked off for the third time. It was pretty cool getting laid and being an exhibitionist. Another item checked from my bucket list as I smiled and continued to roll my pussy and rub M’s other hand that was rubbing my nipple. I continued to squirt for what seemed to be 10 minutes. My stomach was starting to get cramps for tensing up so much.
The blanket was so wet from all of the pussy juices and squirt juices released from our bodies. M and I sat up, laughed, hugged each other and found a dry spot to embrace and cuddle as we enjoyed the after glow of making love outside for the first time. Another first with a woman for me. M and I would be in each other’s personal history books. I quietly told M about our voyeur perched in the sand dunes near us. She was happy. She loves exhibition. She was glad I didn’t tell her. She wanted it to be organic and not over-exaggerated. Indeed it was. Boy did he get a show. I wonder how many times he came? I wondered if he considered joining us. We will never know.
The stranger got up after the movie ended, and went on his way walking in the opposite direction to ensure he wouldn’t be fingered as a night voyeur, not that we cared.
We hugged and embraced for about an hour completely naked soaking up the moment, as our weekend would soon come to an end. We talked about our future, life, men, women, our sexual fantasies, and possibly telling our husbands about our newfound bisexuality in an effort to seek approval and perhaps include them in our relationship before we eventually began to doze off. It was 3 a.m., and we didn’t want to run the risk of being caught in the nude at sunrise. Besides, the beach was very uncomfortable without additional cushioning. We decided to fold up our blanket, pack our bag and head back to the cottage. We decided to walk back to our rooms naked for shock value, and because it just felt so darn good. There is nothing like the fresh air blowing across your ass and tits. We wanted to soak it all in. As M and I made it back to our cottage, we hopped into the shower and went to bed for the night. We took a bottle of wine and some glasses to sip on as we marinated in the thoughts of our sexual escapades of the previous day. We dosed off cradled in each other’s arms like newborn babies.
The next day………………………..
The next day, we got up, showered brushed our teeth and made ourselves breakfast. We decided we wanted to spend our final hours in bed together cuddling, snuggling, and getting everything we missed at home. It was our time, and we were going to make the most of it. By mid-day, like most days, I began to get sad. I loved M and I loved being with her. As the time neared for us to depart, I began to get quiet. The hugs grew more frequent. The silence grew louder. The tears flowed a little faster. M and I hugged and embraced before deciding that being inside was not good for us. We put on our swimsuits and decided to enjoy the last day on the beach as friends, as lovers, and as a temporary couple. I wonder if people suspected we were lovers. There was nothing really overtly obvious about us being a couple, but who knows.
We headed for the door to enjoy our final hours together alone before real life hits us in the face like a hard slap. The realities like bills, and responsibilities such as spouses, house chores, children, jobs, and all the things that prevent women from enjoying themselves and their sexuality. We reveled in the moments as the end neared. M and I were happy to be together, sad when we were apart. We had something to be happy about though, and that was our next girlfriend getaway.
The girlfriend getaway was coming to an end, but there were many more in our future together. More sexy experiences, more fun, more romance, and more living life to the fullest. It’s our secret to enjoy, as well as the occasional voyeur.
Copyright 2018. All rights reserved. Marley K
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Girlfriend Getaway Part 2: https://medium.com/@marleyk/girlfriend-getaway-part-2-3a7671a25503
Girlfriend Getaway Part 1: https://medium.com/@marleyk/girlfriend-getaway-part-i-1c2ee998560e