Its dusk at the beach, not long before high tide and the last rays of sunlight have just disappeared, but it is still warm on the sand. My husband and I have just completed a nude photo shoot of me. The terrain is ideal, consisting of dunes, rocks, and areas of level beach to serve as backdrops for me. During the shoot, I had imagined a few strangers might come along. Perhaps things might get interesting, even a little out of hand, with me being the only woman on this nude beach. But it didnt happen, not this time. "Oh well, nice fantasy" I think.
We find a place to spend a little time together. My husband has patiently spent the day taking photos of me, and now it was time for his dessert. No towel, no swim suit, just cool sand on our skin. I lay there with Dave, sipping a vodka tonic and flirting. Over the course of several minutes, he begins to caress me. He cups a breast in one hand. He pinches a nipple. Gradually I am becoming aroused as his hands move to my inner thighs. I begin to breathe harder. He makes his way up my thigh, eventually to my wet pussy. Laying back, his fingers slipping in and out of me. I caress his hard cock, arching my back as an orgasm wells up within me. This goes on for several minutes until...
I hear a sound in the distance. Someones coming!
My husband quickly slips out of me as I sit up slightly, propped up on my hands in a reclined position, my feet planted firmly on the ground.
Slightly dazed, I look around.
They come from behind some rocks a few hundred yards away. There are five dark men approaching. They could have been just walking by. They could have been watching all this time. I wonder....? I think I heard them before they heard our lovemaking, but Im not completely sure. I think they were too far away to see much. How far could my moans have carried on this breeze?
They approach us and wave hello. They asked if they could join us. Dave, of course, invites them to sit down and offers them a drink. It turns... Læs hele novellen
