It was a sweltering hot summer afternoon when I first laid eyes on the beach god. His sun-kissed skin glistened with sweat as he playfully tossed a frisbee with a group of friends. A wavy pixie cut framed his chiseled jawline, and his crystal blue eyes sparkled with mischief. I couldn’t help but stare.
Over the next few days, I found myself frequenting the same beach, hoping for a chance encounter with the enchanting stranger. And one day, as I was lounging on my towel, he approached me.
“Hey, I’ve seen you here before,” he said, flashing me a dazzling smile. “I’m Mark.”
We struck up a conversation, and before I knew it, we were making plans to meet up later that evening.
We met at a cozy little bar near the beach. Our connection was palpable, and before long, we found ourselves back at my place.
Mark’s lips found mine in a passionate kiss, and I could feel the heat building between us. Our hands explored each other’s bodies, and I couldn’t help but run my fingers through his soft, cropped hair.
He trailed kisses down my neck, and I let out a soft moan as he nibbled on my earlobe. His fingers deftly unbuttoned my blouse, and he cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples with his thumbs.
I was eager to explore his body as well, and I slipped off his swim trunks, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. I wrapped my lips around him, savoring the taste of salt and musk.
Mark let out a low groan as I took him deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his tip, eliciting another moan from him. He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me to take him deeper still.
I could feel his hips bucking as he approached his climax. And with a final thrust, he came, filling my mouth with his warm, sticky cum. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him.
We lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. I knew then that this would be a summer fling I would never forget.
