First Week

He rubbed the coconut oil on her firm, tan calves... down to her ankles, and onto her feet, smiling as he noticed the bright orange and yellow she'd chosen for her toes. They'd just settled in on the beach, set up a tent and chairs. She was laying on a towel, her blonde hair curly and bouncing on the soft curves of her shoulders.

She wore a black bikini revealing... well, everything.

He particularly enjoyed the sunburst tattoo around her belly button, sparkly from the diamond she'd placed in the piercing there.

He dutifully massaged her entire body, knowing they'd sit on the beach and drink and talk and sleep most of the day away.

His body was trim from running and somewhat toned and he looked much younger than his 45 years.

His hair was short and dark and he wore dark blue swim trunks that were now struggling to hide his early morning arousal.

She told him to lay on his stomach and she'd rub the oil on him. She was meticulous, thorough, attending to him in a way he greatly appreciated.

As she finished his back, she slid a hand under his waistband... onto his small but firm ass. He felt his cock jump. She slid a long finger between his ass, teased his anus, and whispered in his ear "I can't wait to suck your cock..."

He felt himself grow to full strength and he wanted to fuck the cool morning sand beneath him. He turned over and she could see the impact of her words and hands.

He checked the tent and with the towels hanging, it would be difficult for anyone to see inside. Maybe someone standing in the water could look in, but it'd be pretty obvious.

He eased down his shorts and her oiled hand cupped his balls as her mouth covered the fullness of his shaft... all the way down, back up, and down.. the smell of sea and coconut and desire surrounding them. Bodies already beginning to sweat from the heat. He leaned back, propped himself on his hands and arms, and relaxed... looking out at the water as her tongue and lips brought him closer and closer to heaven.

He closed his eyes, breathed deep, touched his phone to turn up the music, and let out a soft, low growl. Another... he felt the tension, and she felt the head of his cock grow full, hot, hard.

He spilled into her, and the flavor of his salty cum mixed with coconut and sand filled her mouth.

She leaned up, and another gentle spurt of orgasmic bliss reached her hand. She licked it all and then kissed his lips.

He offered her a drink, a mimosa he'd mixed in the room and brought down in the cooler.

They sat together, drinking, smiling, not saying a word.

That night, she'd wear a blue sundress to dinner, sandals, the bright orange and yellow of her toes shining against the tan of her feet. Her hair pulled back, lightly braided.

He noticed the other men noticing her... and he just smiled inside.

He reached under the table and pulled her foot to his chair, her sandal dropping to the floor. He leaned into her, whispering as he pressed his hot cock against the arch of her foot.

Back in the room, they sat on the balcony... the ocean breeze cooling off the day, the old-fashioneds he'd made warming their desire.

She kissed him, then stood, sat in his lap, facing the ocean... He lifted her dress and eased down his shorts. His cock was now between her ass, growing rock hard and leaving sticky pre-cum as he rubbed it against her. She lifted her body a bit, reached behind, and grabbed the pulsing member between his legs, held it against her folds, rubbed it on her clit, and then slid him into her.

They sat … just like that... hard, hot cock inside aching wet pussy... for what seemed like forever. Both looking out at the rhythm of the ocean, both fully aroused and fully relaxed. She started to rock slowly up and down and he fucked her back, gently, easy...

He told her to stand... and she bent over the balcony, leaning so she could see below, see the ocean and he thrust himself into her, kissed her neck, turned her face to him, devoured her lips, and began taking her. His fingers teased and pleasured her clit as he fucked her in a smooth, not-too-fast motion... The waves crashing as their bodies, warm, sweaty, smelling of salt and oil and lust, stuck together.

He grabbed her shoulders and held her tight and pushed into her hard and hard and harder.. and then he screamed and screamed and let out a deep grunt and his cum was inside her and dripping down her muscled thigh.

She turned to face him and he began tasting her, tasting him, tasting the mix of their lazy, urgent sex. She leaned back, looked at the sea, and he was lost in the sensation of her pleasure. He felt her thighs against his head, her hands in his hair, and he knew... and she exploded, his face slick and hot with her cum.

He pulled her back to the lounge chair, held her, offered her a drink... and they sat there, naked, warm, completely happy. Bodies sticking and sweating in the evening warmth. Waking hours later, moving to the bed, minds lost in dreams of that first day...and of the week to come … their first together....