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Below is an excerpt from Sotavento Beach, the latest story by Whitenoiz. It is an erotic story with a mystery/sci-fi theme, but above all, it has long, lingering, adventurous couple sex. The sex in this tale is so good that it makes the earth move!

“…… He removed his shirt and his slim, lithe body reacted well. Facing me as he was meant that although I was silhouetted so that the detail of my front was in shadow, Tim’s front was well lit. He shrugged out of his shorts and threw them over to join his shirt and my wet suit and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of his trunks. I moved toward him, my hands joining with his as the trunks went the way of the shorts. We kissed gently at first then more and more demandingly, our tongues lashing each other in their urgency. A lifetime passed before we broke away. He stood before me, his cock was fully alive, rampant and beautiful, twitching with a life of it’s own. I reached down and stroked his cock with the fingers of my left hand whilst my right teased across his chest tracing the circumference of his nipples, before lightly nipping them in turn to gauge the response.

The response was amazing and immediate; he shuddered violently as my fingers tweaked them in turn, the messages being instantly transmitted to his cock which twitched in sympathy and seemed to grow another inch, becoming harder and more even more impressive. My juices were flowing freely, I was wet and I imagined my juices running from my open demanding vagina, in anticipation of having this cock inside me …….”

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I needed some time alone to catch up on my writing, so I took a stroll down to my favourite beach. Although it was a warm day the wind was strong, hurling sand in the faces of the unprepared. But there’s a nice little shelter just below the cliffs, where sunbathers have built a low wall of stones, to keep out the wind and hide themselves from the glances of people walking by. Luckily it was unoccupied, so I set out my beach towel and my writing material and, pen in hand, I settled back and began to work on my story. Soon, the beach became empty, as walkers and swimmers gave up the fight against the prevailing wind. I was content. What better place to feed my imagination than a deserted, windswept beach?

After a while, I reached a complex part of my story that required more thought. I sat up a little and stretched myself, waiting for the seeds of inspiration to strike.

Then I saw them.

The couple were walking, arms entwined, along the shoreline, oblivious to the gusting wind, and with eyes only for each other. They must have been sharing a joke, because the girl suddenly burst out laughing, pulled away from the man and ran on ahead, taunting him to try and catch her. He gave her a knowing smile and then sprinted after her, quickly catching up. The girl giggled coquettishly and allowed him to grasp her around the waist and bring her tumbling down on top of him. Their laughter filled the air as they rolled over and over in the sand, then slowly the laughter changed to sighs and moans as their struggles became caresses.

They tumbled to a halt within a few yards of me, unaware that anyone was there, as I was completely hidden by the rocks and grass forming my barrier against the wind.

What was I to do? Stand up and announce my presence? But why should I? After all, I had a perfect right to be there. In any case, by this time I was spellbound, all thoughts of my novel having disappeared completely. I wanted to watch them and a part of me wanted to feel their desire.

Within seconds, the man had stripped his lover of her t-shirt, exposing her beautifully tanned breasts. She sighed as he leaned down and took a pert nipple in his mouth, and she stretched out her body, pushing her pubic bone up to meet his chest. Without moving his head away, the man deftly undid the girl’s jeans and slid them down her thighs, swiftly followed by her silk panties. She wriggled with delight and kicked jeans and panties off of her feet, discarding them in the sand, and then lent back, arching her body up to greet her lover’s tongue as he moved down from her breasts …… to her naval …… to her pubic mound.

A gasp escaped my own lips and I hoped that it was hidden by the gusting wind. But I had no need to worry, so wrapped up were the couple in their desire for each other. A warm glow emanated between my own thighs and my bikini pants began to feel wet. I touched myself tentatively, afraid that too much pressure would bring on cries of pleasure that would be hard to disguise. But it was impossible to resist the growing sweet tingle in my loins.

By this time the man had also discarded his clothing and his large, taut erection was a sight to behold! It hung commandingly between his legs as he nuzzled the girl’s pubes and forced his tongue in and out, in and out, of her pussy. She bucked and moaned under his ministrations, sounding close to orgasm. But the need to prolong this moment must have reached her through the clouds of pleasure, because she managed to stop moving, just for a moment, while she reached up and grasped his straining member, wiped the precum flowing from its eye onto her palm, and, using it as a lubricant, she rubbed his cock back and forth with deft and forceful strokes.

He shuddered as she forced him almost to the point of no return, then she dropped her hand, looked down at him, smiled, and then shifted again, so that she could take his cock in her mouth.

They writhed and moaned as they tasted deep of each other’s juices, and I felt my own pussy juice now soaking my pants. I slipped my hand under the waistband, pushing the tight material out of the way until my finger tips were inside my pussy and my fingers were pressed hard against my clit. Then I rubbed and touched, gently at first, but growing faster.

The tingle in my loins grew to immense proportions, until my whole body was encased in a cocoon of pleasure. Through half-closed eyes, I could see the couple had moved. He had thrown her onto her back and was ramming deep into her pussy with his throbbing member. Her cries now filled the air as she arched her body up to meet him, to take all she could inside her.

I heard their cries of release as my own orgasm filled my being, overwhelming me with its intensity. My vision grew dark as I rubbed my pussy even faster and my vagina pulsed in a dance of ecstasy.

Then there was nothing but deep pleasure.

I opened my eyes to see the couple lying, spent, in each other’s arms, and I sank back against the cliff wall, still gasping slightly as aftershocks of orgasm gripped me.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard a voice:

“Why didn’t you wait for me?”

I was shocked out of my reverie, but not frightened. I would have known that soft, sexy voice anywhere. But I couldn’t help but gasp, “What are you doing here?”

You smiled at my confusion and moved closer from your kneeling position behind the largest rock.

“The job finished a day early. I came straight back home and looked for you; guessed you would be here …….. but I didn’t guess what you’d be doing.”

I flushed. “Don’t talk too loud. They’ll hear.”

“What, those two?” You smiled, knowingly, “They’re well out of it. They had no idea I was walking down here …… then again, neither did you ……

“It’s so good to see you.” I rapidly changed the subject. “But if only you had been here a few minutes ago ……”

“That doesn’t matter.” You smiled. “In fact it’s good. Now I know you are all wet and ready for me.”

What more was there to say?

I reached up, wrapped my arms around your neck, and pulled you towards me.

We kissed, a long, lingering kiss. It seemed like ages since we had felt this pleasure. You slipped your tongue deep into my mouth, licking the backs of my teeth, seeking out the roof of my mouth and then probing near the top of my throat.

I retaliated, pushing my tongue between your teeth, skimming and thrusting and tasting.

We rolled over, off the towel and onto the sand. It dusted our bodies and caught in our hair, but we were past caring.

You tugged at your shirt and pulled it up and over your head, while I wrestled with the fastening of your jeans. Soon you were as unclothed as I, wearing nothing but tight boxer shorts, your clothes discarded in the sand and stones.

We hugged tight again, rolling in the sand and rubbing our bodies together, increasing our mutual yearning. I felt your cock, tight within your shorts, rubbing hard against my pussy and I moaned in anticipation.

My slit was soaking, making my bikini bottoms wet. I tore them off, not caring where they landed; I wanted you inside me so badly. I slipped my hands into the waistband of your shorts and went to pull them down, but you restrained me. Your cock had grown so large and swollen that more care was needed than I, in my haste, could offer.

You knelt up and carefully slipped your shorts down, and then slid them off, over your feet, then you lay down, fully on top of me, so that your cock pushed and slid between my thighs.

I cried, “Please put him inside me!”

But you waited and, instead, began to kiss my hair, my face, my lips, my breasts. I squealed with pleasure and wriggled so that your cock pushed hard against my pussy. I wriggled some more and felt the tip probe my pussy lips. I shuddered with bliss.

By now my face and breasts felt flushed with desire and my stomach tensed as you bent to run your tongue across it. But you couldn’t reach, so tightly had I clamped your cock between my legs, so you smiled and said, “I guess this is what you want ….”

And I felt you thrust your cock inside me, deep and wide, stretching my pussy walls and making my juices flow even more freely. My legs were still almost closed and I was able to feel your pubic bone grind against my clit. Pure, pure ecstasy.

All thought left me then. I was a writhing mass of physical sensations. My stomach clenched, my back arched, my clitoris throbbed hotly, and I came, with a crashing in my ears and a pulsing in my sex that drowned out the sound of the waves and obliterated everything but absolute, serene pleasure.

Slowly I felt my mind return. I laid back and opened my legs to dull the sharp, exquisite shocks your pubic bone was giving to my clitoris. Then I realised my selfishness. I had cum twice, in the space of minutes. What about you?

I pulled away from your cock, murmuring, “Be still; it’s okay.” to your moan of displeasure. Then I slid out from underneath you and knelt in the sand.

Your cock stood proud. Erect and firm and throbbing with life. I feasted my eyes upon it, as I always love to do, then I lent down and enveloped it in my mouth.

You groaned and sighed and I began to pleasure you. I slid my mouth the length of your member, wetting it soundly with my tongue. I pulled back, right to the tip, then repeated the action, again and again. I pulled right back, just for a second, and admired my work; a glistening, pulsating tower of delight. I grasped it tightly in my fist and rubbed it up and down its shaft. The wetness from my saliva joined the juices of your precum to make a powerful lubricant. Then, still rubbing repeatedly, I placed my lips back around your cock and slid my tongue around its tip, probing at its eye and making more wetness, more lovely slickness. I sucked while I rubbed and it grew bigger, and harder, and stronger.

Your breathing became faster and I rubbed and sucked rapidly, while I placed my fingers on each of your nipples and pinched them hard. You love that. I love to feel what it does to you.

I felt you shudder and I knew I had taken you there, to that point where only urgency exists. Your cock pounded in my hand and mouth. Then you groaned and a warm gush hit the back of my throat, wave after wave. I thought it would never stop. I swallowed greedily and licked my lips with satisfaction, as I held you gently now, to ease your cumming to pure bliss.

I lent down and kissed you then. You tasted you and me on my lips and kissed me harder.

Then we lay, spent, in the sand. No cares at all; just us and our fulfilled desire.

That’s all …… for now ….

You look at me with loving eyes.
I melt and hug you tight.
You kiss me softly on my lips.
I know this is so right.

You touch me lightly on my breasts.
I quiver with expectation.
You run your fingers down my back.
I shudder at the sensation.

You cup my buttocks in your palms.
I push my body closer.
You murmur sweet words in my ear.
I sigh and hug you tighter.

You kiss my arms, my breasts, my stomach.
I hear a moan escape me.
You kneel and kiss my pubic mound,
I feel the wetness flood me.

You gently lick and tease my clit.
I sense my legs bend weakly.
You bury your tongue deep in my sex.
I cry for you to take me.

You lay me down and stand and smile.
You know my need is great.
You spread my legs and enter me
and fill me; seal my fate.

You thrust and thrust, first slow then fast.
I thrust back, moaning louder.
Your breath comes fast.
I feel the beat of my orgasm grow stronger.

You cry, I moan,
You groan and thrust,
I feel cum spurt inside me.
You sigh,
I quiver and cry with pleasure
that nothing can deny me.

You kiss me
and we lay together,
tired out and spent.
For a little while
we have the chance
to rest here, happy and content.

I like to feel warm. When it is warm I can lie in the sun, stretching out my smooth, tanned body, feeling the warm sand beneath me and imagining your caresses. I feel your fingertips lightly touch my thighs, moving up, skimming my pubic mound, making me gasp with anticipation. But they still move up; tickling my stomach and making me tingle with delight; taunting my nipples with a feather-light touch; stroking my neck and then cupping my face, as you brush my lips with your lips. So very lightly.

Then the heat takes us over. Your lips bruise mine and I feel your heart beat strong in your chest. You lie down beside me and pull me on top of your firm, strong body. I feel your erection push hard against my stomach, and I plead with you to let me move down. Let me bury my head in your chest, licking and sucking your nipples as I go. Let me slide my tongue across your stomach, feeling its warmth mingle with my heat. Let me place my lips around your large, throbbing cock. Let me lick it and tease it. Let me squeeze it with my lips. Let my lips pulse around it and then take it, deep into my throat. Let me feel you fuck my mouth as I grasp and pinch your buttocks, holding them fast. There is no escape from my heat.

Will you let me do that? Then will you take me and lift me up, wrapping my legs around your hips while you stab my pussy with your cock, pushing me upwards so that I rise and then fall down again onto your hard cock, faster and faster, again and again. You are strong. I am your slave. Our heat will be insatiable.

Our bodies will pound together to the beat of our lust. The heat inside us will rise and grow until it overpowers us with its force. Our bodies will burst in an inferno of lust. We will cry out and fall; onto the sand and into a deep, warm sleep. Sated and spent. Until the rising tide cools us and wakes us.

Perhaps then we will feel the heat again?

I like to feel hot.