Surfs Up!
By Nandi Berry
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Copyright 2011 Nandi Berry
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Everyday I watch him from my balcony, as he sneaks a crossed my beach and yes it is mine. I pay a lot for this beach house on a private beach. Probably more than I should, but I love the sound of the waves in the cove. Apparently I'm not the only one who likes the waves here. The first time I saw him, it was midday, when the waves come in high off the sea. I was sitting on the deck as he walked alone over the sand, just him and his surf board. He stopped long enough to shed his shirt then trotted toward the water. My first thought was to call the cops, he was trespassing, but something stopped me. I just sat watching as he rode wave after wave with exquisite skill. He wasn't your typical surfer dude. His hair is dark, with sun kissed highlights. His skin has been darken by the sun, as well, making it a deep tan. I had to wonder if he had tan lines from those baggie swim trunk he always wears.
Each day he comes back, and I found myself waiting. Watching for him to sneak out, across my beach. He became my secret surfer dude. At night I would think about him, closing my eyes, I run my hands over my breasts, pinching my hard nipples. Pretending they were his hands caressing me. Sliding lower to slip between my thighs, stroking my wet core. Pumping a finger then two deep into my pussy, fantasizing it was him. I rocked my hips against my invisible lover, while fucking myself with my hand. Rubbing my clit against the palm of my hand, with a frenzied motion. I envision him pressed against me, his lips brushing mine. Tongues dueling. Grabbing my vibrator I pretend it's his cock filling my needy pussy. Yet the whirring plastic is a poor substitute for the real thing. I move it back and forth, plunging it in and out imagining. I come hard, my juices dripping over the vibrator and my hand. When the tremors pass. I lay, still wanting more. Needing a real cock in me.
In the morning I sit on the balcony waiting, watching and listening to the surf. When he sneaks out onto the beach I follow his every move. Today is different from other days, today I lay completely naked on my lounge chair. I wonder will he see me as he rides the waves.
Does he see my naked body laying completely exposed to everything? Would he see me fingering myself? Would it make him hot?
As I wonder my hand slides down to my weeping pussy. Who knew exposing myself would turn me on this much? His head turns toward me as he jogs out into the water. I notice he pauses ever so briefly before diving on to his board and paddling out toward the waves.
As I watch him ride in and paddled out my fingers toy with my swollen clit. Circling it idly, then running up one side and down the other. My other hand cups my breast, playing with a taunt nipple. Laying there, I decide to meet my secret surfer. A plan forms in my devious little mind.
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From the corner of my eye I see him coming down the tiny trail. His steps falter when he sees me. I lower my sun glasses and smile. Tentatively he comes closer. I can tell by his look, he knows he's been caught.
He clears his throat stabbing his board into the sand. “So you bought this place?”
“Mm hmm.” I glance up at him. “And you've been surfing on my beach.”
A sheepish grin crosses his handsome face. “If you minded, I'd be in jail.”
“True.” I shrug, nonchalantly. “Well don't let me stop you.”
“Ya sure?”
I nod, and he turns stripping off his shirt. Grabbing his board he runs toward the water. The sight is even better close up. Muscles rippled as he crossed the sand. For a brief second he glances back his eyes dancing over my bikini clad body, then he dives into the water. I wait, watching from behind my dark glasses as he catches a wave. I wait for the right moment to pick up my tanning lotion and untie my top. Casually tossing it to the side, I squeeze a big drop of lotion on my chest and rub it in. Taking my sweet time rubbing my hands over my breasts. I glance out at him, a smile on my lips as he fumbles and then wipes out. I tease my nipples, so they are hard when he staggers out of the water. Again he jabs his broad into the sand, he leans on it as if catching his breath while staring at me. I pretend not to notice, rubbing the oil in my arms, stomach, legs. I hear a strangled groan from his direction when I slip down my bottoms. Glancing at him, I smile. My little show has made me wet I smell my own musk mixing with the coconut scent of the lotion.
“Oh, Would you mind doing my back?”
He seems rooted to the spot. “I'm wet.” He mutters only just loud enough for me to hear.
So am I!
“No problem.” I toss a towel toward him.
Slowly he walks up the beach, leaving his board stuck in the sand. Snagging the towel he drys off then kneels next to me on the blanket. I hold up the lotion as his eye roam over my naked body. As he takes the bottle, I roll over.
He clears his throat. “Do you always sunbathe like this?”
“Sometimes.”
His hands spread the warm oil on my back, starting on my shoulders. My body turns to mush as he grows braver, moving lower. He pauses where my back rounds into my ass. I present it slightly, pushing up hoping he gets my silent offer. Then his hands move over first one cheek then the other. I shift spreading my thighs, I know he can smell me but will he get the hint. Tentatively he brushes his hand along the curve of ass, his fingers trace the line where my ass becomes thigh. The anticipation is almost killing me as he moves lower. I practically purr when his fingers slide between my slick folds.
Above me there's a low chuckle and I glance up to see him smiling downing at me. A gasp slips from my lips as he presses against my clit. Shifting his hand he glided a finger in me. Moving it in and out, he then added a second.
“Oh god.” I moan, pushing back against his hand. His thick fingers are so much better than my own slim digit’s. I whimper looking at him as he pulled his fingers from me. My body tensed as I waited for his next move. His tongue darts out licking my juices from his fingers.
He glances at me standing. “Roll over.”
The tone of his voice has me spinning to my back, baring myself to him. His shorts hit the ground with a wet noise. He steps out of them and onto my blanket, kneeling between my open legs. Slowly he ran his hands up and around my thighs, my leg brushed his hips. A strange combination of hot and cool skin met my touch. Hot from the sun, yet cool from his wet shorts. I gasped when the cool head of his cock meets my heated skin. He runs it along my folds, illiciting gasps of pleasure from me, before thrusting in. My hips jerked up impaling me farther on his shaft. His hands ran up my body as his hips set their own tempo. He squeezes my breast, then caressed them, playing with my nipples until they stand even harder.
I looked into his face, to see he fucked me with the same intent gaze he wore while surfing. A crooked smile flashed, before he bent to take one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue toyed with the sensitive flesh, while his hands continued to explore my body. With a quick nip, he moved on the the other side, giving that nipple the same attention. His hips move his cock in and out in a slow almost meticulous way, that keeps me right on the edge. I wriggled under him, arching my back.
“Please.” I begged, grabbing his hip trying to pull him even deeper.
With a chuckle he thrusts deeper, moving faster now. I looked up to see a look of intense concentration marring his face. Reaching between us I manipulated my clit, working it furiously to bring forth my pleasure at the same time or before he did. My climax took me by surprise drawing a cry from my lips as the muscles of my pussy clench and relaxed around the cock buried deep in me. I hear a groan and with a final thrust I felt my surf dude cum. For a long moment we lay still his cock twitching inside me as the climax ebbs, then he rolls off me. Snatching his shorts he shakes the sand off and pulls them on. Standing he trots over to his board yanks it from the sand, with a quick glance and crocked smile he plunges into the water. I watch him for a few minutes then take the extra towel from my bag and wrap it around me. Getting up I shake out the blanket and fold my sand covered bikini in it. Smoothing the sand with my foot I write. See you tomorrow, Surfer Dude.
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About the author:
Nanny is a stay at home mom, wife, friend, lover, reviewer, blogger, and a really long list of other stuff.
She's been writing for several years under various pen names.
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