As I stepped out of the car into the blistering afternoon sun my heart missed a beat. The first meeting was always the worst. Awkward, if not painful. Not physically painful, but mentally painful. It was so agonising trying to communicate with someone you hardly knew. There are often long silences, followed by bouts of constant chattering. But that’s what happens when you know that persons intimate secrets; you know their every thought and dream; yet you have never met them. That’s the power of the Internet; you have a strong mental connection and hope that the physical one is just as robust.
My stomach churned as I flipped open the hatchback boot, took out the blue plastic coolbox and threw the Nike rucksack over my head so that the strap rested in between my bosoms. The sun teased me for having worn trousers and a black vest top in thirty degrees Celsius, a South Wales heat - wave. I felt perspiration glisten on my brow and quickly ran my fingers through my short auburn hair before flicking on the Ray Bans, turning the key in the lock and slowly ambling from the car park towards the beach. The food I’d spent hours agonising over weighed a tonne. My heart was fluttering wildly and felt like it was going to pupate from my chest and take flight.
How was I going to recognise you? The picture I’d downloaded and printed off was grainy and two years old. My feet were telling me to run away, back to the safety of the car and home but my head was forcing me to step ever closer to the beach to meet Steph. As soon as I turned the corner I saw you. Just as beautiful as I had imagined after typing away in the chat room night after night for the last month. Your long brown hair was shimmering in the intensity of the sun’s glare. It reflected the warmth of the smile that illuminated your freckled face as you saw me struggling up the path towards you, scorched white sand invading my shoes. I took a dry gulp and a meek “Hi!” escaped from my lips. It sounded like I’d been desert walking for three days and had only just reached an oasis.
You slowly removed your sunglasses to reveal the darkest brown eyes and replied in a velvety tone “Hello Toni. I thought you weren’t coming then. It feels like I have been standing here forever, but it’s probably only been five minutes. I’m glad that you’re here now.”
My skin bristled in anticipation as I felt the rucksack being taken from my shoulder and placed on yours. I smiled lightly as we turned towards the sound of waves folding against the shore and walked in serene silence to find a spot to sit. All around us kids were flashing past in neon swimming costumes, flicking the golden sand at each other or dribbling overheated ice creams onto the beach below.
As I predicted, the conversation was stilted at first but soon we were laughing and giggling like we’d known each other for eternity. I couldn’t help but stare at your beautiful body. I mentally traced every line and curve with my fingers. I longed to reach out and touch, caress that person whose mind I knew so well, but I restrained myself and forced my hazel eyes to avert their gaze.
Once or twice I’m sure you noticed but didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, you seemed to play on my obvious infatuation, slowly peeling off your white t –shirt and allowing the orb’s’ rays to absorb into your sun-kissed skin. After tying your hair in a knot you leant back on your forearms, allowing the aquatic breeze to rush over you.
Deciding to join in, I picked at the laces on my trainers, annoyed at myself for always tying impenetrable double knots. In the end I just wrenched them off, along with my vest top, exposing my new bikini top to the elements. I could feel your eyes following me from behind the relative comfort of shades. As I popped the clips on the cool box and withdrew strawberries and Champagne you grinned and turned to me. They were your favourite.
Sitting up, you dug through my rucksack and dragged out some sun cream. Dabbing a white blob on my nose, you noted “You don’t want to get your beautiful skin burnt now, do you?” I removed my sunnies and smiled as I felt soft hands cup my face and gently smooth the milky fluid over my forehead, cheeks and neck. I tried to focus on keeping my breathing even but I could hear it getting shallower with each minute movement of your fingers. But as soon as your touch had begun it was over. “Now its my turn!“ you murmured as you quickly laid out face down on the sand, curling arms underneath your head to form a human pillow.
As I willingly obliged, I gently kneaded the cream into your shoulders and felt a strong stirring of desire from within. Unable to control myself, I slowly bent over and feathered kisses on your upper back. An audible moan escaped from your lips as I traced my finger down the length of your spine, oblivious to the watchful eyes of parents and incomprehensible twitterings of toddlers building sandcastles in the damp sand on the shore.
Glancing up at me you smiled a knowing smile. My body tingled with excitement. I stroked the back of your hand and sighed “I can’t believe that this is finally happening. It seems like I’ve had to wait for the chance to see you for so long and now that you are here I don’t want to let you go.”
“Toni, I’m not going anywhere. You know that this is what I’ve wanted too. We’ve both waited patiently for weeks for this to happen and now that it has, we should make the most of the time we have. Come on, let’s get out of the heat for a while.” With that, you gracefully leapt to your feet and dragged me in the direction of the sand dunes behind.
I grabbed the champagne and we ran hand in hand, laughing and shouting like two teenagers. A shroud of sand dust billowed behind us as we weaved our way through long grasses and sand hills meticulously sculpted by the sea breeze. It was far cooler here and the only sounds that could be heard were the whispering of the wind through corridors and our ragged breathing as we ground to a halt in a small clearing. I caught my free arm around your waist and pulled you towards me forcefully. I couldn’t wait any more. My heart was pounding as I kissed your lips, lightly at first but as you pushed your tongue into my mouth we moaned simultaneously.
I kissed you harder, letting my tongue explore your mouth and intertwine with yours. I held you close and tight, my hand running down the length of your exposed back, feeling the softness and warmth of your skin that had been heated by the sun. I drew back a little to look at you. Your eyes were closed so I bent down and kissed you lightly on the neck. Your perfume was so alluring. I dropped the Moet on the floor and cupped your head in my hands, exploring your perfection. The bottle rolled down the slight incline onto my foot and I jolted at its coldness.
“Careful!” you cried, bending down to retrieve the sand encrusted bottle, “We don’t want to waste that now.”
“No that’s true,” I agreed “we should use it to celebrate the fact that this day has finally come. Sit down and I’ll pop the cork and we’ll have some. The glasses are back in the cool box but I’m quite happy without them as long as you are. I can go back and get them if you want.” As I took the bottle from your hand our fingers brushed and the hairs bristled on the back of my neck.
“ No don’t be silly,” you laughed “ We can manage without. I know exactly what you can drink that champagne out of and so should you!”
I looked quizzically at you as I struggled to rip the foil off, unwind the wire that held the top on and force the cork upwards. Meanwhile, you had taken your shorts off and laid face down on the sand amongst the grass that was dancing in the slight breeze that waltzed through the dunes. Suddenly, the cork launched itself from the bottle and flew upwards towards the sun that was beating down upon us. I had watched its flight, shielding my eyes from the sun’s glare and as I looked downwards once again I suddenly remembered what really turned you on - you had told me when we were chatting on the net a couple of weeks ago.
I sucked the froth from the top of the bottle and sauntered over to kneel by your side. You turned your head and gave me a look over my shoulder that seemed to say - do it now. You bent your knees so that a small crevice, almost like an elongated cup formed at the back of them. I gently poured some champagne into the crease and drove the bottle into the sand to keep it upright. Then I slowly lapped the bubbly liquid, ensuring that my tongue licked the fold of the inside of each knee every time, until the champagne had all gone and you were softly whimpering with pleasure. You had Goosebumps on the backs of your thighs and as I ran my fingers from your knees up to the tops of your thighs and across the small of your back I took a deep intake of fresh air to try and sedate myself. My stomach churned as you quickly flipped yourself over to face me, sat up and placed your arms around my shoulders.
I reached behind you and deftly undid the knot in your bikini top and let it fall, exposing your breasts. I took them gently in my hands as I felt yours running across my shoulder blades, nails scratching the surface. I gently stroked and teased your nipples with my thumbs, all the while staring into those gorgeous eyes; pushed you slowly to the ground, the dry grains of sand comforting your short fall. Your head rested gently on the base of the dune behind, as if nature had always intended to cradle you in this very spot. Your arms reached out to me, pulling me towards you, a look of lust in your eyes as they glint in the sun.
I stop myself from being completely pulled on top of you by digging my hands into the sand just above your shoulders and straddling your waist with my legs. You giggle nervously as I kneel up and begin to trace your collarbone with my fingernails and brush stray strands of sand from your face. My hands are trembling in excitement and trepidation. You notice this and catch hold of one of them and whisper “Are you ok? We don’t have to do this if you think it’s too much you know.”
I shook my head at the thought and declared “No, I have wanted to do this for so long now. You’ve filled my mind night and day for weeks. I haven’t been able to think about anything else. Since I’ve known that we were going to meet today, I haven’t been able to eat and I haven’t slept because I kept imagining that something like this would happen. And now that it has there’s no way that I am going to back off. I feel so much for you already, even though I have only just met you. I just wish I could show you how much I really do.”
“Well then show me Toni, show me that you feel just as much for me as I do for you.”
“You do?”
“Yes. And you know it. Everything I’ve said to you since we have been chatting on the net is the truth. Now that I finally get to stare at your fantastic body and gaze into those wonderful hazel eyes all I can think is that I want you right now”. With that, you take hold of my upper arms and draw me closer to you again. It was time for me to show you just how much I felt for you. In fact, I am sure that at this moment I fell completely in love with you there and then, in the sand dunes of Cefn Sidan beach on a hot Welsh sunny day.
My face was hovering just above yours now. I could feel your warm breath on my face. It was heavy and disjointed already. I gently kissed your forehead, eyes, cheekbones and chin. You tasted of suncream and salt. My hair fell forward into my eyes and as you brushed it out of the way I kissed each corner of your lips, all the while watching your expression, making sure that I wasn’t going too far.
I traced the shape of your lips with my tongue and listened to your slow intake of breath as you parted your lips. I kissed them each, separately, before finally kissing you full on on the lips. I felt my body begin to tingle with excitement as I kissed you harder and faster. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths, as if they were searching for each other. I heard myself groan as your hands brushed my back and with one swift move undid the clip to my bikini top and pulled it towards you. I lifted one hand off the sandy bed, then the other as you took it off completely. I was still kissing you, feverishly, almost in desperation.
My upper body shuddered as your fingers traced the shape of my breasts in a circular motion until they grazed my nipples that were already hard. You squeezed them gently between your thumb and forefinger as if you already instinctively knew what drove me wild. I wanted to please you so much. I moved downwards slowly until you could no longer reach; I could no longer kiss your lips anymore; I was now in total control. You let your hands fall to your sides, almost in a symbol of total surrender. I smiled a wry smile as I looked at your full and sumptuous breasts once again. They were just as flawless as the rest of your body and mind. I looked up at you again; this time you had your eyes closed in anticipation.
I heard you take a sharp intake of breath as I blew hot air on your left nipple. I kissed it, then gently flicked it with my tongue. “Oh God!” you murmured. I flicked it again and again with my tongue, only stopping to take it into my mouth and suck it lightly, sometimes grazing my teeth against it to make it more sensitive. I repeated this on your right nipple until I could feel you writhing beneath my legs. Your obvious enjoyment was really turning me on and I could feel my wetness already.
I supported most of my weight on my hands in the dry sand as I used my left leg to slowly push yours apart until I could kneel inside them. I moved upwards quickly and let my whole upper torso rest against yours. You were so warm and inviting. I kissed you on the lips again. Your eyes flickered open and as I slowly nuzzled your neck and traced a line with my tongue down the centre of your chest until it licked your navel, you pushed yourself up onto your forearms so you could watch me.
I was sitting up now. I ran my finger across your stomach, following the line of your bikini bottom from one hip to other to the other then back again. Then I used both hands and smoothed them down your thighs, reaching out behind me to raise your legs at the knees and run my fingers underneath them. I could see that you were wet, the dampness showed through. I ran my palms upwards again along the insides of your thighs that were jerking, almost pulsating from caresses. I let my right hand slip in between your legs and feel your sex. Your head fell backwards and your chest raised and fell very quickly as your breathing got shallower and faster. I touched you again and you moaned with obvious enjoyment, a sign that this is what you wanted me to do. I shuffled down in the sand to give me room to slide off your bikini bottoms until your whole body was exposed to me. You were so wet that the sun glistened on your wetness. I glided my forefinger gently up the length of your sex and your knees clamped around my hips as if you were ready to cum with just that one touch. I let the tip of my finger find your clitoris and encircled it as it gorged itself with your blood.
My heart was beating wildly, as I’m sure yours was. Suddenly I found myself toppling towards the ground as you had sat up and pushed me. I now lay next to you, laughing and breathing fast. I leant up on one forearm to face you and you did the same. We were so close that I could see myself in your pupils. As I used my free hand to squeeze and pinch your left nipple again you kissed me with such forcefulness that I cried in surprise and want. You undid the button and zip on my combat trousers and slipped your hand inside. All the while you were kissing me, firm and fast. Your eyes widened as you realised that I didn’t have any knickers on. Before I let you touch me, I intertwined my right leg with your left so that I would be able to reach you too.
As I let my fingers of my left hand slip in-between your legs, I forced myself onto my right elbow so that I could caress your right nipple and breast too. I shook as I felt your finger slide inside my lips and find my clitoris. I had never been so ready in my life. I slowly began to move my finger up and down over your clit. I felt my body tense as you did the same.
Soon we had developed a unified rhythm, running our fingers faster and faster over each other’s clits, still kissing each other feverishly and wantonly. I could feel you getting wetter. My head was spinning, heart pounding and my whole body was starting to shake but I forced myself to carry on and not let my orgasm happen before yours.
You moved your lips away from mine. Your pupils had dilated slightly and I could see more of myself in them now, working hard to control my innermost desire. “Oh yes!” You cried. “Oh my God!” Your eyes shut tight and I felt your right leg begin to shake beneath mine. As I looked down I could see that your whole body was beginning to tremble. This drove me to move my hand faster, more furiously and you responded by doing the same to me. I could see in your eyes that you were going to cum, yet you were still managing to work me to climax too.
We were both inhaling and exhaling hard through our mouths now. I could see the sweat beginning to form on your back and forehead. I felt a drip run down from my hairline onto my face. I closed my eyes as I felt my clitoris throb and throb. I couldn’t keep it back anymore. When you screamed “Oh yes” once again I opened them to see you bucking in time to the movement of my fingers and as you came I felt your wetness run down my hand and your legs vibrate and stiffen. You’re back arched again and again every time I massaged your clit.
This only turned me on even more and even though your fingers had stopped moving so much, the slightest movement was magnified by my sensitivity and very quickly I could feel myself reaching climax. A “shit” escaped from my lips. As soon as you realised that I was about to cum too you started to move two fingers at once up and down fast over my clit. I felt my stomach and thigh muscles tighten and a warmth rush over me. I moved my hand from between your legs and pulled you close to me, gripping you tightly as you still continued to get faster and faster. I fell onto my back pulling you with me as I came. My orgasm was so intense that I screamed in ecstasy as I came again and again. I squirmed in pure pleasure on the sand, my bodily fluids dampening the ground beneath me.
As the intensity subsided my muscles began to relax and as I held you tight you rested your head on my chest as if you were listening to my pounding heartbeat. I could hear it myself, beating fast like a drum and as we lay there I felt it slowing, dulling and calming. You looked up at me angelically as you brushed my stomach that was caked in sand that had congealed in my sweat. I ran my fingers through your soft silky hair that was peppered with white grains. I rested my eyes.
Coming from behind us there was a faint yet audible twittering. It was nothing like the squawking of a seagull but as it got closer and louder I instantly realised that it was the nonsense babbling of a young child. Our nakedness couldn’t be covered in time and a young mum rounded the corner hanging on for dear life to the hand of a little boy that was smeared from head to foot in chocolate ice cream. She looked up to see me zipping up my trousers and Steph pulling up her bikini bottoms. Both of our breasts were on full view. The mother’s mouth gaped and she gasped in surprise. The little boy just looked and pointed with a finger that dripped chocolate as he was whisked onto her hips and frog-marched back the way they had just come. I heard the mother mumble “Goodness me, what is the world coming to!” as they disappeared as fast as they had stumbled upon us.
We sniggered as we dressed. I didn’t really care that we had been caught and you didn’t seem to mind either. In fact you seemed to want to overtly show your affection and desire for me, without caring what other people thought. As we walked back to the beach, the sun setting on the horizon, your arm encircled my waist. The tide had begun its long journey up the beach and the families had packed up their kiddie’s buckets and spades and taken them home in preparation for another day. It was almost deserted. The waves had begun to lap at the cool box that had started to float away. I caught the handle and returned the champagne to the ice compartment that had long since melted.
We sat at the sea edge; your hand laced firmly in mine and listened to the waves roll and fall in silence, completely comfortable in one another’s other’s company. As you kissed my shoulder I smiled, rested my head against yours and looked out to watch the last rays of the sun illuminate the crests of the waves.