It was a sweltering summer afternoon when I first laid eyes on her. She was lying on a beach towel, soaking up the sun, wearing a push-up bra bikini that left little to the imagination. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her olive skin glistened with sunscreen. She was the epitome of a tropical temptress.
At first, I tried to resist the urge to approach her. I told myself she was out of my league, that she was probably already taken. But as the hours passed, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind, I decided to take a chance.
“Hi, I’m Mark,” I said, introducing myself as I approached her sun lounger. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the beach. You look like you’re having a great time.”
She looked up at me with piercing green eyes and smiled. “I am,” she said. “I’m Isabella. Nice to meet you, Mark.”
We hit it off immediately, chatting about our lives, our jobs, and our travels. As the sun began to set, I suggested we take a walk along the beach. She agreed, and we strolled along the shoreline, our feet sinking into the warm, damp sand.
As we walked, I couldn’t help but notice the way her bikini top cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together. I felt my cock stir in my shorts, and I knew I had to have her.
We found a secluded spot, hidden from view by a cluster of palm trees. I turned to face her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her deeply. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring my mouth as our bodies pressed together.
I reached behind her, unclasping her bikini top and letting it fall to the sand. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I had imagined, full and firm with dark, erect nipples. I bent my head, taking one nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair as I sucked and nibbled on her nipples.
I trailed my lips down her stomach, kissing and licking her smooth skin. I reached her bikini bottoms, and I could smell her arousal, sweet and musky. I hooked my fingers into the sides of her bottoms and pulled them down, revealing her bare pussy.
She was already wet, her lips glistening with her juices. I leaned in, inhaling her scent before I started to lick and suck on her clit. She tasted amazing, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her walls contract around it as I continued to lick and suck on her clit.
She was moaning loudly now, her hips bucking against my face as she got closer to her orgasm. I could feel her getting tighter, her muscles tensing as she reached her peak. She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure as she came hard.
I stood up, my cock straining against my shorts. She looked up at me, her eyes heavy with desire. “Fuck me, Mark,” she said, her voice husky with need.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I pulled off my shorts, revealing my hard cock. She reached out, taking it in her hand and stroking it gently. I groaned, my head falling back as she continued to touch me.
She guided me inside her, her pussy hot and wet. I started to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and harder as she urged me on. We were both moaning now, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt primal and instinctual.
I could feel myself getting closer to my orgasm, my balls tightening as I thrust deeper and harder. She cried out, her pussy clenching around my cock as she came again. I followed her over the edge, my cock pulsing inside her as I filled her with my cum.
We collapsed onto the sand, our bodies slick with sweat and sand. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of our encounter.
“That was amazing,” she said, looking up at me with a sated smile.
“It was,” I agreed, kissing her softly. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
And with that, we got dressed and walked back to the resort, already planning our next rendezvous.
