As they began to walk together and continued talking, he reached with his right hand and touched her left hand.
She grabbed his hand fully. “Okay, we both like walking on the beach, and sunsets over the ocean. What’s your name?”
He looked at her and grinned. “Two people meet while walking on the beach. We talk a little, find things in common, and are talked out. Let’s keep it a mystery.”
“We’re talked out. What do we do from here?”
He stopped and looked back over the trail they had taken. Seeing no one, he took the towel wrapped around his neck a laid it on the sand beside them. “I think we know where it goes from here.”
The two sat cross-legged on the beach facing one another. She took the initiative and kissed him. He had suspected, but his suspicions were confirmed as she struggled to keep the dress from revealing that but for the dress, she wore nothing underneath.
As they sat, he gently pushed her back and she was lying flat on the sand, with the towel underneath her lower half. He turned her so that she laid on her right side as he pulled himself down to her bare foot. Starting at the outside sole of her left foot, he ran his tongue all along the edge. She feigned indifference and remained motionless.
Without her pulling away, he ran his tongue along the skin just below her ankle. He continued circling the bump of her ankle and moved on to her calf. He licked past her knee and up the outside of her thigh. He kissed it and playfully bit her. Not missing a moment in the play, his tongue continued up from where he had nipped her.
She turned to lay flat on her back, motionless as her blood ran to her folds.
He carefully moved, so his mouth always touched her. The path went from the outside of her thigh to the inside. As he gently licked the tendon on her inner thigh, he continued up to her mound but stopped. He clasped her tendon between his incisors.
She softly moaned with anticipation.
When he released the tendon, his tongue continued up the path. He did not yet travel to her swelling clit. Instead, his tongue traced the skin just outside the short, wiry hairs guarding the forbidden treasure. He licked her belly.
The man licked a circle around her belly button and continued upwards to the bottom of her left breast. Unlike the earlier teasing, his mouth went straight to her hardened nipple. He suckled and caressed it with his tongue. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, he sought to swallow her bud wholly. Then, pulling his tongue away, he left the nipple, licked the top of her breast, and continued up to her left collarbone.
Then, as sexual excitement continued, his tongue’s destination changed to her left arm. He traced the front of her shoulder. Then to her bicep, where he playfully bit and continued to the inside of her forearm. He took her left hand with his right hand, straightened her index and middle fingers, and stuck them into his mouth. Again, she moaned in anticipation.
He pulled her fingers out of his mouth and separated them. He repeated the path back up her arm, but this time he licked the brittle stubble underneath. He could taste the soap but could taste her too. It was naughty and pleasured both.
He followed her skin to her neck. The tongue play turned to nibbles on the neck tendons and kisses tickling her ear. Gently chewing on her ears was soon replaced by passionate, full mouth kisses.
“No more foreplay!” she demanded.
While she whispered the demand, her body shouted it out, and she put her hands on his head and guided him to her pussy.
He pushed his face into her valley. His tongue spread broadly, and he licked her labia from side to side, then outside to inside. Acting as if his tongue was ten inches long, he pushed it into her gash.
For him, the taste was sex!
Her hips rose. His tongue navigated her channel, as if he knew her every space. He returned to taste sex where her inner folds came together. He licked her vertically with short, tender strokes.
The hood on her clit retracted, and he found the treasure. Pursing his lips around her clit, he began to suck on it as if he were giving her a blow job. Her breathing deepened, and she grasped his head on each side.
Then, she let go of his head, and she arched her back.
He returned to licking her with a steady rhythm. Her hips moved up and down, matching his strokes. Her breathing became labored, and she began to exhale with soft moans.
He positioned his upper teeth, so they rested just above her opening. He returned to licking her clit, upward with the tip of his tongue and downward with the bottom.
As her moans became more assertive, he knew she was close. Experience had taught him not to change a thing. For him, her breathing said more than words. He could tell she was not a screamer.
Then a long, steady exhale and moan came from her as her hips rose from the towel. He thought she would crush his skull like a walnut as she clenched his head between her thighs and squeezed him throughout her orgasm.
When she released him, his tongue returned to broad, soft strokes of after play. Her breath steadied.
“You are the best,” she whispered.
“It takes two,” he said back.