I was sitting in the shack, waiting for my burger. A breezy, cloudy day. I was in this hippie beach town, away from all the fuckness of the drudgery of the rat-race life. Fuck it, I am not going back. I was mewing over the suffocation of it all, when I saw the most ethereal girl. My mundane eyes fell on her. Her eyes like the turquoise ocean on a cloudy day. Her hair like sand falling above her waist in loose curls over a what looked like a toned back. Wearing a beige t-shirt that fell softly over her perky tits. I did not even notice when my burger arrived. My appetite for food was done, I was mesmerised. She saw me looking and gave a smile. Good sign. I was about to get up to make a move, but she left. I was definitely not going anywhere now.

I forgot all about my sorrows and went surfing. After that I looked around, saw a shell I thought she might like. Was gold and pink, like her. Will tease her with this. I sometimes consider myself and atheist but God! She was beautiful.

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Next evening, I was strolling on the beach. I just had a shower in the waterfall nearby. No t-shirt and an awfully tanned body. Would she like it, me I mean? I did have abs and a decent dick I suppose. I was hungry again, but then I saw her. And again, just her. With her back to me, I could not forget those hair even if I tired. The only thought in my mind was that I want to run my finger on that smooth back, down to her legs, and toes. She was sprawling, my starfish. I took my eyes off for a moment to catch my breath, the miss sea breeze was off again. Like my hunger for food. What a torture. She won't get away next time.

With no belle to compare, I looked at the fiery water of the sunset. The palms relaxing in the breeze and the people just hanging out. I could stay like this, here. I'll stay here till my money runs out. How often does one turn 21. I have at least this much.

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I strolled the beach till midnight, I was sure... And she appeared. She wore a white lace cover. A white lace cover with nothing underneath. I was sitting there, looking at the moon. She smiled and sat by me. "I..". "Don't", she said and put her lips on mine. Soft, like sea foam.

I turned aside, hovering over her as she half lay, supporting herself on her left arm. My fingers entangled in her smooth hair as she wrapped her arm around my shoulders. I pushed her chin down to make way, and she parted her lips. I ran my tongue over them.

I parted her hair to her right side and licked under her left ear - she shuddered, my hands pulled the lace covers down, now draped below her nipples. She put her tongue inside my mouth as we kissed, and I put it back. She pulled my hair so I tugged her back, to make way for her swam neck. I kissed and kissed as I went down her throat to her chest. Her perky nipples waiting to be wet by my tongue.

She pushed my shorts down and started stroking my dick gently. Soft up and down motions with her hand. Then both her hands. She held it firmly, rubbing from the balls to the tip, every inch. She then stroked it faster. Gripped it a little harder. My dick was rock hard now. Her tits jiggled as she jerked it up and down.

I put her left nipple in my mouth and put my right hand on her pussy, stroking it. The waves were lightly lapping near us, and the sand was moaning along. The moonlight glistened on the parts where I sucked and licked her. I took her nipple out of my mouth, then jammed it in, and out and in again. She moaned. It turned me on even more.

I pulled apart to look at her. She pleaded with her eyes. She needed me. I looked at her puzzled. "Please", she whispered. Smirk. I pretended to hand her the seashell. She brought her hand forward, and I ran it down her back slowly, the cold, pink pointed tip grazing against her skin. I then run it between her breasts and followed it with my moist licks. Circled her belly button with the cold shell, and then with my soft, warm tongue.

I pushed my fingers inside her, and started fingering her. She looked at me with her ocean eyes, the moon reflecting in them, and I fingered her harder. She arched her back and I could hear the sand shifting. A wave came and drenched us both a little. She laughed like a clear sky and pushed me below her. Held my dick in her dainty seashell hands and put it inside her moist pussy.

She moved her waist in circles, a laminar flow. Her sweaty waist made me want to bite it. I took a little of it between my fingers and pinched. She smacked my face. I bent up and tugged her right nipple with my teeth. She moaned so hard and pushed me on my back. Fuck.

I held her waist and she grinded, now jumping up and down my throbbing dick. I pushed into her. I wanted her so bad. Fully and now. Panting. She under me. I lifted her legs so that her pelvis was off the land and thrust in. Thrust. Faster. Faster, faster and harder. My hands digging into her thighs, like I was holding a cliff. Another wave. I can't control. Now she went on her fours and I rammed her with all my strength. I pulled at her nipples and smacked her tight and small ass.

We both came.
We lay threaded in each other's arms, on the same place. We kissed. Our bodies half covered with sand and wet. With salt and seawater.

Next day I woke up, and she was gone.