It was a sweltering summer afternoon when I first met Aria. She was lying on the beach, her curly hair spread out on the sand, a tiny bikini barely containing her ample assets. I couldn’t help but stare.
I approached her, and we struck up a conversation. Her laugh was infectious, and I found myself drawn to her. We flirted, and I could see the desire in her eyes. I leaned in, and our lips met, our tongues dancing together.
We moved to her beach towel, and I trailed kisses down her neck, eliciting soft moans from her lips. I caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her bikini. She arched her back, urging me on.
I slid her bikini bottom to the side, revealing her wet and eager pussy. I bent down and licked her clit, and she cried out in pleasure. I slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned, urging me deeper.
She pulled me up and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. She undid my swim trunks, and my hard cock sprang free. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking me up and down.
She positioned herself on top of me, guiding my cock inside her. She rode me, her breasts bouncing in front of me. I reached up and squeezed her nipples, and she moaned louder.
We changed positions, and I took her from behind. I spanked her ass, leaving red handprints on her cheeks. She begged me for harder, faster, and I obliged.
We both reached our climax, and I filled her with my cum. We collapsed onto the towel, our bodies slick with sweat and sand.
We spent the rest of the summer exploring each other’s bodies, our desire for each other never waning. It was a summer of passion and pleasure, one that I would never forget.
