Naked Underwater

The beach had perfect white sand, soft grains that felt like sugar under our feet. The crystalline expanse of blue began less than 20 feet from our beach chairs. It wasn't too crowded, and there wasn't a single kid. D wandered out into the surf until he was so far away I could just make out his head bobbing in the ocean. And then it struck me.

I waded out as quickly as I could, leaving our friends behind sipping their frozen fruity drinks and reading their trashy beach novels. D turned and saw me coming, but it seemed like he was drifting further and further away. The water was chest deep and the occasional wave would lift my feet off the bottom. The sand was just as soft as on the beach. The water was beautiful and clear.

At last I caught D and wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, pulling into him for a salty kiss.

"You'd better put those fingers where it counts," I demanded.

He slipped inside my bikini bottoms and two fingers slid into my pussy. I'd wanted to get off before we left for the beach but we were too disorganized. I held on tight with his fingers working deep inside. The excitement of starting to fuck in the open, at a very public beach, was getting to me.

I reached down to feel his hardening cock through his board shorts and fumbled with the ties.

"There's velcro," he helpfully informed me. I didn't know where or how to negotiate said velcro, and then suddenly his cock popped out. I slipped my bottoms off one leg and slid him inside. The water was still at our chests, and we were far enough out that we couldn't make out individual faces anymore. Arms and legs wrapped around, I slid over him as he thrust, moving almost entirely from the waist down. From our chests up I thought we just looked like we were cuddling. Or maybe not.

We were fucking in the ocean in broad daylight with dozens of strangers (and a few friends) a handful of yards away.

Determining that no one could make out the details of what we were doing, I popped my tits out of my top, and they floated, full and pale, pressed together by the edges of the bikini. My nipples hardened between D's fingers. I was ready to come. Two fingers on my clit pulled the first orgasm. I struggled to stay somewhat quiet as it rolled through me.

A few minutes later the second one came, and as I was cresting a large wave crashed on us and we slipped apart. The sudden emptiness in my cunt coupled with the motion of the wave yielded a powerful contraction and what felt like a warm gush from my pussy.

Before we joined up again D held me away from him, looking at my mostly naked body underwater. He remarked on the wank material it was going to provide down the road. I felt small, weightless, and incredibly beautiful in the shimmering aqua waves.

I hung on for two more orgasms, again helped by the waves. There wasn't enough friction for D to come, despite our long ocean-going sojourn.

We had a dream/hope of having sex on the beach during this vacation. This experience grabbed that dream by the throat and beat it to a bloody pulp. And the best part? No uncomfortable sand in those tender parts. Which left them nice and tender for the fuck that gave the D the orgasm he deserved later.

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