It was a sweltering summer afternoon, and the sun blazed fiercely overhead. The azure sea stretched out as far as the eye could see, and the white sandy beach was dotted with sunbathers seeking refuge from the heat. Among them was a young Filipina woman named Althea, her lithe figure clad in a tiny red bikini that left little to the imagination.
Althea had been lounging on her beach towel, her eyes closed and her face turned towards the sun. She was lost in thought, her mind wandering to the illicit encounter she had had the night before. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled the way his hands had roamed over her body, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She could still feel the lingering sensation of his lips on her skin, and the way he had thrust into her with an urgency that had left her breathless.
Her reverie was broken by the sound of a throat being cleared nearby. Althea opened her eyes and looked up to see a tall, broad-shouldered man standing over her. He was dressed in a pair of navy blue swimming trunks and a white linen shirt, unbuttoned to reveal a tanned, muscular chest. His eyes were a piercing blue, and they seemed to strip her bare as they raked over her body.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked, indicating the empty space beside her on the towel.
Althea shook her head, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t believe the audacity of this stranger, approaching her in such a bold manner. But there was something about him that made her blood run hot, and she found herself unable to resist his charms.
“No, it’s not,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man settled himself beside her, his thigh brushing against hers. Althea could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she found herself growing increasingly aware of his presence. She shifted slightly, trying to create some distance between them, but he seemed to have other ideas.
He reached out and took her hand in his, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern on her palm. Althea shivered, her breath hitching in her throat. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so alive, so desired.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Althea,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Althea,” he repeated, savoring the sound of her name on his lips. “It’s a beautiful name, just like you.”
His words made her blush, and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. She couldn’t believe the way he was making her feel, as if she was the most desirable woman in the world.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.
“I want you, Althea,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “I want to taste every inch of your body, to make you scream with pleasure.”
His words sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she found herself unable to resist his advances. She turned to face him, her eyes locked on his.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Yes, I want that too.”
He wasted no time in claiming her lips, his tongue delving into her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples through the fabric of her bikini. Althea moaned, her body arching towards his, desperate for more.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her collarbone. He nipped at her skin, his teeth leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Althea whimpered, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
He reached behind her, unfastening her bikini top and letting it fall away. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples already hard and aching for his touch. He didn’t disappoint, his mouth closing around one nipple, his tongue swirling around it before he bit down gently. Althea cried out, her back arching off the towel as waves of pleasure washed over her.
He continued to lavish attention on her breasts, his hands cupping and squeezing them as he switched his attention from one nipple to the other. Althea was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body trembling with need.
He moved lower, his lips trailing down her stomach to the waistband of her bikini bottoms. He hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled them down, exposing her wet and eager pussy.
He wasted no time in diving in, his tongue parting her lips and flicking at her clit. Althea moaned, her hips bucking off the towel as he licked and sucked at her, his fingers probing her entrance.
He slid a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit. Althea moaned, her hands clutching at his hair as he started to move his finger in and out of her, building up a rhythm that had her panting and writhing beneath him.
He added a second finger, his thumb still working her clit as he fucked her with his fingers. Althea could feel the pressure building inside her, her orgasm just out of reach.
He sensed her nearing her peak and quickened his pace, his fingers thrusting in and out of her with an urgency that had her crying out his name.
“Yes, oh god, yes!” she screamed, her body shaking as she came hard, her juices flowing over his fingers.
He continued to lick and suck at her, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure until she begged him to stop.
He moved back up her body, his lips claiming hers in a deep and passionate kiss. Althea could taste herself on his lips, and the thought only served to heighten her arousal.
He broke the kiss, his eyes meeting hers.
“Are you ready for more?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Althea nodded, her body trembling with anticipation.
He stood up, his hand extended towards her.
“Come with me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Althea took his hand, allowing him to help her to her feet. He led her towards the edge of the beach, where the dunes rose up, providing a secluded spot for their illicit encounter.
He pushed her down onto the sand, his body covering hers as he claimed her lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Althea could feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh, and she reached down to stroke it through the fabric of his swimming trunks.
He groaned, his hips thrusting against her hand as she continued to stroke him. He reached down and pulled her bikini bottoms off, tossing them aside as he positioned himself between her thighs.
He entered her in one swift thrust, his cock filling her to the hilt. Althea moaned, her body arching off the sand as he began to move inside her, his thrusts hard and deep.
He reached down and began to play with her clit, his fingers circling and rubbing in time with his thrusts. Althea could feel the pressure building inside her once again, her orgasm just out of reach.
He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he drove into her. Althea could feel herself nearing the edge, her body trembling with pleasure.
He reached down and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up into a sitting position as he continued to thrust into her. Althea wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck as she kissed him hungrily.
He continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own release. Althea could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she prepared to fall over the edge.
He thrust into her one final time, his cock twitching as he came, filling her with his seed. Althea followed him over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, leaving her breathless and gasping for air.
He collapsed onto the sand beside her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Althea lay beside him, her body spent and sated.
They lay there for a few moments, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. And then, without a word, they stood up and walked back to the beach, their illicit encounter on the dunes forgotten as they returned to their lives.
But Althea would never forget the way he had made her feel, the way he had made her body sing with pleasure. And she knew that she would never be the same again.
