I had gone to the beach for a break. I don't go often, but I should go more. I staked some ground out with a beach chair and umbrella. There was eye candy everywhere. I lay down and took in the sights. I could feel my limp noodle stiffen, pleasantly, as bikini after bikini strolled by.

And then I saw her. Flawless. She couldn't have been more than 5'4 or 5'5, maybe a hundred pounds. I was a giant compared to her. I could lift her up and wrap my tongue around her whole body. She had the perfect combination of muscle tone and softness. She wore a black and red bikini that complemented her red hair and pale skin. The top hugged a set of perfect, voluptuous breasts. The bottom properly framed her V trimmed and graced an absolutely fine ass, without being vulgar. She wore a light see through wrap over the bikini and the wind blew its edges to attract the eye to the spectacular beauty under it. She wore strappy sandals on her beautiful legs.

She stopped near me. The gods of pussy were kind to me. I drank her in. My sunglasses hid the fact that I was staring. She was intimidating but I could not not give it my best shot. I rose and tucked my little man down so as not to offend. I approached her. She glanced my way. She took in the older man approaching her but did not flinch. She raised an eyebrow.

"Hello!," I said, perhaps a little over eagerly. "May I buy you a drink at the stand, perhaps a taco?"

She paused for a moment. Looked at me. Lifted her sunglasses to her brow and looked at me again. "Thank you." she replied.

"I'm Laura. And you are?". She let her sentence dangle in the hot still air. My mouth dried. My balls tightened.

"Steve," I said, blushing, though not sure why. That gaze was intense. "I'm Steve," I repeated.

"Steve, I'll have a mango smoothie and a fish taco, if you would."

"Of course, Laura" I said. "Have a seat. I'll be right back. I ran off to the stand. When I returned, I found her stretched out on my chair. Her wrap was open and the sun bore down on her beautiful exposed skin. I knelt beside the chair and offered her the drink. I held the taco for her.

"Give me a bite, would you," she said in a sultry voice. I leaned over and held the taco to her beautiful lips. I watched, entranced as she opened her mouth and her tiny pink tongue came out and she took a bite.

She rested a perfectly manicured yet strong hand on mine to steady it. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of soap, skin and coconut butter. I nearly swooned. And she knew it.

She ate and drank slowly. And I watched her take each bike. I couldn't move, pasralyzed by her beauty and her glance.

"It's a little hot here, wouldn't you say," she said, breaking into my reverie. "Perhaps we should hit the water and cool off," she added, glancing at my trunks. The little man was tenting my suit. "Adorable," she finished as she rose.

We walked side by side to the water. I couldn't believe she had chosen me over all the beefcake on the beach. Every guy within 50 feet was looking at me in jealousy with his jaw hanging open. I saw a couple other girls slap their boys when they caught them looking. I have to say my chest puffed alittle with pride.

Her hand touched mine every once in a while as we walked. It was soft and warm and it drove me crazy. And she knew it.

We splashed into the water and before I could react she dove into the coming waves. I dove in after her. She swan with strong, smooth strokes out a few dozen yards. I stood and the water came to my neck. She could not stand here. She surfaced and turned to face me treading water a few feet away from me. She smiled and that smile lit up the sky. Her eyes twinkled with sea water. She was the picture of a water nymph.

She reached for me and floated into my arms. She hugged me tight and wrapped her legs around me. She was weightless. I could have died and gone to heaven as a happy man. The most beautiful woman in the world had literally just thrown herself at me. I shyly wrapped my arms tighly around her, ducked my head and kissed her gently. She tasted of the sea and we both felt my shaft harden between us.

She reached back behind her and then suddenly I felt her pull her bikini bottom off. I felt her shove it into the pocket of my board shorts as she unzipped me. Suddenly she turned around and with her back to me, facing the crowded beach, she mounted me. I sank into her hot, tight pussy and crushed her to me as I kissed and nibbled her neck. She raised her arms like she was flying and cried her delight. I danced around with her still impaled on my shaft. To the people watching her it looked like we were just fooling around in the water. Slowly, she bucked up and down on me as we spun. Then she lifted off and I nearly cried out as her hot envelope left me bare. She turned around to face me once again. Again, she wrapped her legs around me and I re-entered her. She stared into my eyes.

"C'mon boy," she said in a guttural groan, "Give it to me." I stood on tip toes in the deep water and tried to lift myself into her. And then she settled down onto me and holding my neck she ground her pelvis into mine. I kissed her neck and breasts and her manicured fingers scraped my nipples. Up and down, she drove herself, closing her eyes and beating her upper body against me.

And then, I felt it. Her tight pussy clamped down on me and her body spasmed and quivered against me. I held her tight as she seized and shuddered. She rose one more time. She looked right into my eyes. She grabbed a nipple. "Now," she said and she pinched my nipple. She grabbed my ears and as my balls emptied four then five times into her she locked her lips to mine and I could only breathe the air she gave me as my orgasm passed between us.

I held her tight and we kissed gently as we both settled. The crowds were getting closer. She climbed off of me. I felt her reach into my pocket for her suit and she settled it onto her lovely ass with great grace.

We strode from the water, this time hand in hand. Again, all eyes were upon her as he was now radiant from the sun, the sea and our lovemaking. When we reached my chair, I wrapped her in my towel. I checked my phone for messages. She took it as she put her wrap on and entered her number into it as I stared at her beauty.

"Call me," she said as she strolled away. I looked down and saw, that she had written, "Sea Nymph, 606-555-1234" I burned that number into my brain.