That’s also when it clicked. That’s how I met Donald before. He was a lifeguard at a hotel pool, the one where I took this bikini for its first swim. The pool where I was floating around for a while as he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. The embarrassment that I felt like half an hour later when I realised why he, and quite a few other men, were so interested in me. That bikini. My face felt flushed when I looked at him, he was smiling. It was not the kind of bathing suit I was hoping for, nonetheless it felt like a better choice than wearing my normal clothes, so I had Donald show me the changing rooms.
Learning to surf was actually quite fun, my bikini notwithstanding. I did get quite some attention indeed. The bikini became rather transparent, but more troublesome was that the top did not stay in place really well. I was constantly readjusting it, and that of course made onlookers focus on my tits even more. I’m sure Donald was enjoying what was on display, at least his eyes were glued to me. Well, that’s where his eyes should be anyway as he was teaching me how to surf, and to his credit was doing that very professionally.
I did the best I could by ignoring it and just going with the flow, not wanting to attract even more attention. It was just too embarrassing, even though the attention was also a bit of a turn-on. I can’t deny that. I was particularly pleased that Donald liked the view, as I was quite sure he had more plans for me. I was also looking forward to seeing more of this well shaped piece of male hotness.
The surfing went well, and thanks to Donald’s coaching I was quickly able to stand for a while riding some small waves. We surfed the afternoon away and as the sun was getting low we called it a day and went back to the tapas bar. Donald ordered us a nice dinner with some sparkly, it was delicious and I must admit to having had a glass or two too many. The drinks and his manners made me loosen up and fully soothed my nerves. The sun slowly set over the ocean, turning the sky orange, then red, and finally black leaving just a small moon shining over us.
The bar slowly got empty, and Donald also got up.
“Time to go, they’re about to close.”
I grabbed the hand he extended to me and pulled myself up, almost making him lose his balance and fall onto me. Giggling I followed him out, not feeling all too steady on my legs, wondering where he would take me. I didn’t have to wonder long, as we walked straight into the dunes. First along the path, but soon he left the path and we walked over the sand. I felt excited, aroused, as I knew what was next. For the same reason I was a bit nervous. Would he be nice to me? Take good care of me?
“Here’s my favourite place,” he said. “A nice pan, private and sheltered. I often spend the night here, no need to go home and waste time I could spend surfing.”
It was so dark I could hardly see him. I really wondered how he knew where we were, how he could find this place in the dark, even considering he must have been here many times.
He sat down on the sand, and the moment I sat down next to him he grabbed me and pulled me towards him. His lips found mine, and as we kissed he dropped on his back on the sand pulling me with him. He felt strong, taking control, firmly but gently. I felt his tongue trying to enter my mouth and opened up to welcome him. His hands started to push up my top, and soon he was massaging my back. It felt good, my excitement started to rise quickly. The whole day had been such an erotic adventure!
He pulled up my top further. I sat up, straddling him, and allowing him to pull my top over my head, leaving me topless. He pulled himself up, and started kissing my breasts. I curved my chest forward, and held his head with one hand as I balanced myself with the other. He kissed, sucked and nibbled first one, then the other nipple. It felt very good.
His treatment got me really horny and wanting. I fumbled in between us, found his pants, and pushed them down releasing his cock. He was really hard already, I stroked my hand up and down a few times as he continued to suck my nipples.
Then without further ado I moved off of him just enough to get one leg out of my pants leaving them dangling on my other thigh, and then planted myself right on top of him. I was too horny, and after half a day worth of foreplay I just wanted to feel a cock inside of me. It felt great. He dropped back onto the sand as I rode him slowly. Before he was in control, now it was my turn.
It was a good position to take him really deep, and considering his grunts he enjoyed it as well. Slowly I fucked him. I was so excited, so turned on. I hoped he could last, but wasn’t too sure after the arousal he got, looking at me all the time, expecting this. I knew I for one wouldn’t take long to come. I slowly increased the pace, but then he started to play with my nipples and I couldn’t stop myself any more. I fucked him hard, coming quickly on his hard cock, making him come as well, shooting his load deep inside of me. A hard, quick, urgent fuck between two very horny people eager for release.
After sitting on his slowly deflating cock for a while I slid off, and lay myself down in the still warm sand next to him.
We didn’t say anything for a while, as we both lay there in bliss. I was thinking about what just happened. I just had sex with a bloke that I barely knew, and I loved it. Half the beach had seen my nearly naked body, that bikini was not leaving much to the imagination, and it was exciting, all thanks to Donald whom I somehow knew would keep me safe, and my loving hubby who arranged all this.
A gentle wind blew, and I shivered, suddenly feeling a bit cold.
“Are you cold?” Donald asked.
“Yes, a bit. It’s getting fresh.”
“You want to go home? I can take you.”
“That may be a good idea,” I replied. Home, bed, shower. Sounded just like what I needed to get rid of the sand, salt, and sweat from today’s activities.
Donald drove me home. My place, not his. He had still a few hours left with me which he did not let go to waste. A bed is definitely far more comfortable than a dune, it was nice and warm under the blankets.
He made me scream, big time. It was a good night.
Donald left with the clothes I wore when I met him and the bikini, handing me an envelope in return, containing a paper with the clue written on it. The first two digits of the code.
I had a long hot shower, and then went to bed. It took me a while to fall asleep, thinking back to all the emotions of the day, and I didn’t wake up until late the next morning, feeling rather refreshed, but at the same time a bit worried. How would I be able to get through the next week, as I was about to lose more and more of my clothes, some of which were seemingly too sheer to wear in public without anything under it to begin with, leaving me in the end with nothing more than what I normally sleep in!