“Hi, me. Can we meet? ”
“I’m free Friday night and most of Saturday…”
“Good. So am I”
“Excellent… Plan on an overnight adventure then”
“What time can we meet?”
“Ok. Bottom gate?”
“Yes. See you there”
As soon as we stopped, the roar of the early morning tide permeated the car. We sat in silence for a moment listening to the sound, punctuated by ticking from the cooling engine. The leather of Ryans’ jacket creaked as he leaned toward me, sliding one hand between my thighs, the other behind my head. His long fingers twined through my hair, drawing my head toward his, flicking his tongue between my lips in a teasing kiss which quickly became more intense. I reached under his jacket, smoothing my hand across his t-shirt, tracing his stomach and chest with a firm pressure, deliberately catching a nipple as I reached up to clutch at his shoulder. His moan broke the kiss, and we moved reluctantly apart, newly aware of our surroundings.
Gathering towels, a blanket and the esky from the rear seat, we locked the car, and headed toward the dunes. The bright moonlight which had sent shadows scurrying before the car on our journey through the countryside, now illuminated the steep wooden steps leading down to the beach, before shimmering across the waves below. The night exuded a magical feel, as Ryan led the way, his long hair bouncing and lifting with each cat like stride, finer strands lifting in the sea breeze. The same breeze stiffened my nipples beneath the t-shirt I wore. Knowing I was meeting Ryan, I hadn’t bothered with a bra, a matter that had not gone unnoticed on the three hour journey down here…
We had stopped along the way, taking time to shelter in an empty truck lay-by for a grope that turned into a fast fuck. It had been six days since we’d been together, and we were both primed and ready. Before his fingers thrust into my swollen cunt, he was hard, and as soon as I saw he was hard I pushed his fingers to one side, pulled my jeans further down below my knees and surged onto his erect cock. In response he drove into me, fingers digging into my arse, even as my cunt muscles quivered and clutched his shaft. With one hand I rubbed my clit, while the other clutched the side of his head as I bit and sucked his shoulders and neck near his jawline.
It was over quickly, urgent desire making us drive frantically on to orgasm, rather than prolong the act…
A cursory glance around the beach confirmed what the car park had already suggested, we were alone here. Depositing the blanket, towels and esky under some scrub which shadowed the last rise, we shed our clothes and headed toward the water, laughing with delight at the crunch and give of the sand beneath our bare feet, avoiding the dark patches of seaweed, scattered near the tideline. At the edge of the water I paused.
“Yes.” he said turning to look at me. “What’s up?”
“I can’t swim.”
Seeing my anxiety, Ryan suggested that I simply remain in the shallows while he went out further into the waves for a quick swim. Knee deep in water I watched nervously as he ventured down the path of the moonlight. He was a strong swimmer but eventually my anxieties got the better of me and I urged him to return. Emerging from the waves, water and moonlight streaming down his angular body, he cajoled me a little deeper, until I stood nervously in water just above waist height, breasts raising and lifting with the slap of incoming waves. Turning me so we both faced out to sea, he held me firmly with one arm across my chest while he ran his other hand over my breasts and stomach, then, feeling me beginning to relax against him, reached beneath the water to fondle and cup my mound. Despite the coolness of the water, his cock began to stir, although I could feel how the chill had contracted his balls. With each surge of the incoming water, my body was rocked back against his length. We stayed there peacefully for a little while, until the wind freshened, and hunger bit, encouraging us to head back up the beach to our belongings.
We remained at the beach for the remainder of the night, naked but snug in a scrub hide -away. The sound of the ocean alternately urged us to couple, then lulled us to sleep, despite the brilliance of the moonlight, which would ordinarily have made us wakeful. When dawn brought the sound of other people to the beach, we dressed quietly and discretely returned to the car. It was the first of several late night visits to that beach, each preceded by a quick telephone call, but we never again managed to time it so that we encountered such perfection of moonlight. The moonlight did, however, accompany us on several more adventures a little closer to where we then lived. But these are stories for another time.
The erotic poems, which were an early post on this blog refer to that time, although the photographs are more recent and are of a different beach. Sadly, these days I would not venture barefoot across that beach, even in daylight.
To see who else is sharing the moonlight, or making assignations on the phone click on the links below.