An invitation to a beach…

An invitation to a beach…
Time: sundown

Intrigued you come, but no one is around, you sit on the shore watching the water waiting, then as if conjured up a woman appears out of the surf walking towards you, slow and methodic she seems like something magical, in that instant the clouds part and the moonlight highlights the figure. Recognition at last, you see me coming towards you and smile; the image of me is emblazoned on your mind, as I come close I reach out my hand inviting you into the water, you accept and remove your clothes, wading in slowly. Shortly after not willing to wait any longer, you turn me towards you and embrace me passionately, gentle as can be, you kiss my lips. “Good evening”   I smile but remain silent, lest my nerves betray me with a trembling voice. Further in, once again you take me firmly into your arms you look deeply into my amber colored eyes, this time aided by the buoyancy I climb up your body and wrap my legs around your waist, liquid heat makes you stand firm…  

Still silent, I kiss you with a soft firmness all my own. The kiss progressively grows deeper evermore hungry… the surf is gently lapping at us but we are oblivious of anything but the feel of each other’s body, your hands roam over my wet skin and everywhere they touch me, it feels like a thousand little fires ignite. Timidly my small hands respond in kind, touching everywhere they can reach, caresses that speak for themselves. You grasp the nape of my neck to position me the way you want, trailing kisses down my throat and around my neck (my ultimate weakness) you nibble and taste and a whispered moan escapes my lips. My body melts against you like molten lava, a riot has commenced within me that now will not be stopped. Your exploration of my body becomes ever bolder, the small sounds coming from me incite you proceed fearlessly…

Now I break away and slide into the water, an avid swimmer, this is my second home. I swim away, out of your reach; you stand breathing hard, and then feel my hands coming up your legs, gently kissing climbing ever further, slowly, with purpose and just before reaching the forbidden… I swim around and begin again from the back, a sweet torture you endure for the moment, patiently; it quickens your pulse and sets fire to your mind.  Once more I swim around, a quick breath, this time you feel my legs wrap around your ankles sitting on your feet for support, I am free to tend to your upper, outer thighs progressing slowly towards you inner thighs, a more sensitive part, your hands reach down to grasp my hair, swirling around you like a red cloud…  

You feel my soft little hands free you from your clothes for better access, languid kisses and soft caresses bring you to full rigidity, but I continue to ignore the evidence of your desire, wanting to take you to a heaven of passion that only comes with patience. My own desire is raging but I ignore it as well, to give you my full attention.  From your belly I trail wet kisses down to your hairline, my hands find every sensitive place and still your manhood is ignored, because I, empowered with secrets of sensual knowledge, know that once I touch you there you will spill your seed, so I prolong your sensuous torture as long as possible. Up and down, round and round zeroing in slowly on my target… I come up for air again and see the look sheer primal desire in your eyes and smile wickedly at you; words are not needed the language of lust is universal. Underwater once more, I go for my prize… kissing you ever so gently you pulse in my hands, I can feel your veins throb with want. Tongue strokes maddeningly slow from root to crown, encircling your corona finding the joining that is most sensitive…
lapping and suckling seeming to consume you entirely …  

Your hands in my hair now have become forceful and your legs strain to keep balance, I continue holding the envelope of your seed in my hands, to know just when you will release, in my mind I debate whether to let you climax or stop before you do. Either way the night is young and there are so many more delightful pleasures to explore. If I allow you to spill your seed you will be able endure our love play better, more patiently… decisions, decisions how wicked I am, all of this unbeknownst to you since you cannot see me. I make my choice and come up for air; smile and return to the task, now with fervor I undertake your pleasure,  taking your member fully into my mouth suckling intensely alternating grazing you with my teeth ever so gently to heighten your pleasure and your arousal. Feeling you come to your breaking point, your legs stiff and body rigid one more course and…

Yess there you are, I can hear you roar your release and taste its liquid heat… unwrapping myself from you I swim away then back, coming slowly out of the water to face you. Wanton desire evident on my face… I look deeply into your eyes where the fire within is easily seen licking my lips I smile ….

To Be Continued...
By Gypsy Red