It was a hot spring day. The air conditioner at work was not working properly and offered little relief. It was one of those days that made you sticky all day, a day where clothes cling to bodies like saran wrap. Chelsea looked at the clock. She had an hour before her lunch break. The office was miserable. There wasn’t a lot of work to be done so she decided to take the rest of the day off.
Chelsea drove to her townhouse and stripped off her clothes the minute she got through the door. Her body glistened with perspiration. The cool air made her get gooseflesh and her nipples hardened. She had decided to head to the beach for the afternoon. First she had to take a shower. Then she would pack her beach bag, get dressed and get on the road.
As soon as she got on the freeway, Chelsea decided against using the air conditioner in her car. She needed fresh air, and the coastal breeze was cool. After she put down the top on her convertible, she pulled back onto the freeway.
There wasn’t much traffic at this time of day. She turned up the stereo and relaxed in the driver’s seat. It didn’t take long before the effects of the sun; breeze and good music hit Chelsea.
The thin halter top and wrap around skirt caressed her skin. She reached down between her legs and her fingers found her smooth mound. She just teased it, savoring the excitement of arousal.
Just as she had rubbed the hard nodule between her folds, sending currents coursing through her body, an 18-wheeler passed her. The driver honked his horn and gave her the thumbs up sign. Chelsea just smiled.
The exhibitionist in her did not mind the stranger’s intrusion, not one bit. In fact, it made her even more exited and anxious to get to the beach and find a secluded area.
Chelsea pressed her foot down on the accelerator. The wind whipped through her long mane and danced across her torso. Though the sun was warm, she finally began to feel relief from the stifling heat. “It won’t be much longer,” she thought.
In less than a half hour, she exited the freeway and made her way to the parking lot at the beach. It was practically empty and finding a spot was not difficult. She raised the top on her car, grabbed her beach bag, locked her car and set the alarm.
“It shouldn’t be too hard to find a nice secluded spot,” Chelsea thought. She walked down the shoreline, the waves rushing up to cool her feet. Humming to herself, she walked until she came to a spot just past some rocks. There wasn’t another soul in sight. She opened her bag, pulled out a beach blanket and spread it out.
She untied the halter top she wore letting it casually fall from her breasts. The halter was then replaced by a bikini top, which accentuated Chelsea’s full, round, firm breasts. Next, Chelsea untied the wrap around skirt and bent over to grab her bikini bottom from her bag as the skirt cascaded to the ground. The breeze blew between her legs blowing gently on her rear end and into her soft, moist folds.
Chelsea finished unpacking her bag then settled into the spot she’d found on the beach. She rubbed tanning oil everywhere she could reach then laid back to sunbathe.
She turned on the radio and opened a bottle of cold water. She also set the timer she brought with her to avoid burning. When it rang, she would turn over. Smiling to herself she thought, “It’s kind of like basting a turkey!”
Soon, Chelsea started getting drowsy. The sun and the cool breeze could do that to a relaxed person. Her eyelids started getting heavy so she decided to take a swim to wake herself up.
Chelsea was a graceful swimmer; she swam out several hundred yards then let the waves bring her back toward the shore. She did not notice the man standing just beyond the rocks and the spot she had staked out for herself.
He stood there watching her, as her arms sliced through the water and then her breasts bobbing along the top of the water as she floated back to shore. She rubbed her wet skin, wiping the water from it, as she walked out of the water and back up on the beach.
She glanced around, and saw no one. She took her wet bikini off and wrung it out then spread it out on a nearby bush. Unaware of her audience, Chelsea smoothed more oil on her body and lay down on her blanket again.
Still aroused, she lazily traced her body lightly with her fingers. She flicked her taut nipples with a finger she had moistened in her mouth. Using both her hands, she explored her own body. As she did, she breathed faster and more shallowly. She took her time, savoring the exquisite sensations caused by her surroundings as well as her hands.
Chelsea began to moan. She didn’t even think about someone hearing her. Her moans became louder and higher pitched as she worked herself into frenzy as she used one hand to spread her lips and the other to rub her clitoris in circles. Her finger increased in speed and applied more pressure as she came closer and closer to an orgasm.
Beyond the rocks, the man watched Chelsea with awe. She was a beautiful sight. Her tan skin glistened in the sunlight. Beads of perspiration bejeweled her forehead. Full lips lay under a straight nose. Her long hair fanned out around her head on the ground.
Between her full, round, firm breasts and her smooth mound, a flat, hard stomach heaved with each breath. Her arms danced along side of her as her hands worked their magic. Long, lean legs flexed as her feet dug into the sand. The man could not resist, he crept towards her quietly so as not to disturb her.
Before he reached her, she cried out with joy as her back arched and her pussy spit out its juices. Almost as quickly, she rolled onto her stomach and started to doze. The sun warmed her backside and she spread her legs slightly to ensure an even tan.
Chelsea had no idea of how long she lay there. It didn’t seem like very long and almost suddenly, she could feel the sun being blocked. She paid no mind to this, the clouds would block out the sun quite frequently during the day.
Her arms were stretched out, palms down. She spread her legs even farther apart. The man could clearly see her shaved pussy and the wetness still covering it. He was close enough to smell her had the brine not diluted her scent. He had the overpowering urge to touch her, taste her...he kneeled down between her feet and walked on his knees to get between her legs. Chelsea did not move, except the air in her lungs raising her torso slightly off the ground.
The man hesitated only a moment. He was already naked just as she was. His swimming trunks lay in a heap just beyond the edge of her blanket. He reached out his hand slowly, not wanting to startle her. He ran a finger, ever so lightly, up the inside of her thigh.
He saw her butt wriggle its approval. As he got closer to her mound, she unconsciously raised her hips. He traced the folds of her pussy with his finger then dipped it into her well. It was hot and wet. He could feel the walls of her vagina clamp down on his finger. Chelsea softly moaned as he moved his finger in and out of her hole.
It was as wet as a tongue when he pulled it out and started massaging her clit. Chelsea raised her ass even higher into the air. The stranger’s member was standing at attention. His need was demanding as he continued to work Chelsea’s hard little nodule.
Tingling strands of fire struck deep within her as a quiet moan of pleasure escaped her lips, the first sign of acknowledgement. She felt his hands move over her back. He could feel the movement of her firm muscles. His hands moved down her back. He pushed her forward slightly and spread her cheeks to fully expose her anxious, moist opening, and then he bent down to taste her warm salt. Chelsea gasped as his tongue reached forward and found her erect clit peeking out from behind her folds. She pulled her knees under her and raised her ass up in the air.
He prodded and nuzzled after she moved to give him easier access, then he dipped deep into her well, tasting and exploring her depths. Chelsea was hardly aware of anything except the hot pulses of sensations coursing through her. Chelsea wasn’t sure if her excitement was heightened by the location or the uncertainty of the man who fondled and licked her so expertly. Every spot he kissed or touched burned like fire. She burned down deep to that ultimate spot that tingled with desire.
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