Archive-name: Bondage/atbeach.mf

Archive-author: Matthew Barton

Archive-title: At the Beach





Here's an original work I wrote for a long since gone beau.

    Enjoy!   :)



     The breeze from the ocean gave the night air a fresh

salty scent. As we walk out of the restaurant it rejuvenates

us both from the stylish cigarette smoke that a few still

insist on breathing. We both breathe in deep, then cast an

anticipating glance at each other. An eager smile forms on our

faces simultaneously. "We'll come back for the car later," I

remark as we head towards the beach. The evening's events were

unfolding perfectly.

     You often told me how much you enjoy the beach, walking

from your house on evenings when you just need to relax. It is

so convenient to have such a recuperative place to use at your

leisure. Sitting alone to collect your thoughts in one of the

lifeguard stations. I always thought the situation had

definite possibilities.

     We both dressed light for the evening, something nice

enough for the restaurant, but sufficient for a stroll along

the beach to one particularly secluded lifeguard station. You

had told me of one almost in the middle of Red Reef Park, far

enough from the public access areas to grant some privacy to

an erotic rendezvous.

     Our walk along the beach, hand-in-hand starts calmly at

first, but quickens as we near the stand. "There it is," you

point with your free hand. We can just make it out in the

starlight. There is just a sliver of a moon showing, but only

enough to cast its reflection on the sea. We both turn to each

other and almost dare a kiss. Instead I squeeze your hand,

smile, and we both start a dash for it.

     You reach the lifeguard stand first, and scramble up the

four rungs of the ladder. I follow closely, admiring your

tight pants grappling with your tush. "Hmmmm, no panties," I

briefly think to myself, "She's really been waiting for this."

We fall into the wide bench seat, well wide enough for two, as

we catch our breath. One fleeting moment later our eyes meet

and we're into each other's arms. A fiery kiss envelops the

passion built up over dinner and the walk here. The kiss grows

into fondling, erotic caresses of each other. I stroke your

more than ample breasts through your blouse as you begin to

unbutton my shirt, but your impatience only allows the first

two to survive. You rip the remaining buttons from their holes

along with the shirt from my back. Soft hands now stroke my

hairy chest, my tightened midriff, down to my groin.

     Not to be left behind, I deftly unbutton your blouse and

"click" unfasten the sheer bra underneath. I've only

fantasized of your breasts before, and they are more beautiful

than I imagined. They taste oh so sweet too as I begin to lick

the nipples into excited and hardened forms. They are nice and

firm, stunning and seductive. The sight of them arouses me

immensely.

     But, all of this is progressing way too fast. We know

what turns us both on. It's one of the main reasons we decided

to meet to begin with. Ever since I found you on the Adult BBS

with your profile question "What turns you on the most?", and

the answer " ... being tied up ... ". I noticed when we first

climbed into the lifeguard stand that a buoy and some rope

were under the bench. It was nice soft cord too, not the usual

nautical nylon crap. Soft enough not to leave any nasty rope

burns. 

     Quickly, I grab under the bench. Got it! With one of your

hands held tight I swiftly circle it a few times and tie one,

two, three keen knots. You come to your senses then, "What

the...?" Too late! I already have the rope around one of the

roof supports pulling your arm to the corner. Once more around

the support and another knot secures it. 

     Sure you struggle a bit at first, just for effect.

Something to maintain that innocent girl pretense, but you

don't struggle that much. I soon have your other arm tied and

then bound to the opposite post. You're fairly helpless now,

but not completely defenseless. You still have one article of

clothing on - your pants. Not for long, darling.

     I wait for your naive struggling to calm down before I

get closer. You're not violent, but I want you to realize the

predicament you're in before I proceed, rather slowly I might

add. The building of anticipation makes it that much more

enjoyable for both of us. Finally, you stop squirming. I come

over beside you and cuddle one of your tits, massaging the

nipple between my thumb and forefinger while I slip a hand

into the front of your pants. I was right, no panties. Your

bush feels warm and damp as my fingers explore farther down.

Hot. Wet. Tight. Your pussy is a playground, and I have an

all-night pass.

     My hand retreats enough to unbutton your pants. I pause,

then continue unzipping them. I get up and stand before you,

lifting your hips up enough to slip the pants off. Your bare

ass comes down gently on the warm bench as they drop off from

your ankles. I grab what's left of the rope and continue. You

might as well give up struggling at this point. I harness an

ankle in a few loops, tie it tight, and fasten it to another

post, just far enough to keep you suspended but loose enough

so your firm ass can reach the bench. Last leg, lassoed,

lashed, and "Viola!", you are now spread-eagle in the

lifeguard stand with a nice view of the ocean. Examining you

in this predicament, I sure hope no-one else had personal

reservations for this stand.



     The night air is so refreshing. I just have to sit back

and relax a bit. "Honeeeee?", I hear from behind me, "what

about meee?" You're right, of course. How can I resist such a

darling little temptress tied helpless and naked in the

moonlight. 

     I come over and sit on the floor between your legs,

taking in the sight of your pussy spread so wide. The hair is

nice and trim, so I don't have to tussle with much to get at

your tasty pussy. You know how much I love to eat you. It just

that I take longer than you like to get around to it when

you're the prisoner. 

     Caressing the soft skin of your calves relaxes us both at

first, but builds the tension again as I move up your legs.

Once I'm at your knees I push them apart farther. I wish I had

some more rope to tie them back. Maybe I'll bring some more

next time. I continue massaging up, stroking the insides of

your thighs. The anticipation of touching your hot clit

increases your breathing as I massage your legs higher and

higher, closer and closer until I'm an inch away from it. But

I'm not going to touch you there. Not yet. I stop and stand

up. 

     The sight and smell, and the excitement have had their

effect on me. I unbutton my jeans, and pull them off revealing

a nice thick cock for you to enjoy. Who knows what plans I

have in store for it, how I'm going to use it to get you off.

How you are going to get me off. I think we'll try the first

thing that pops up, Ok? 

     I lean down between your legs, aiming my prick for your

pussy. I take it in hand and direct it right for your box. I

rub it a bit on your thigh again, watching you squirm some

more. Then, out of compassion, I start rubbing your clitoris

with the head. Up & down, left & right, never penetrating you.

Just playing with you, waiting for your response. I watch as

you tilt your head back and let out a low moan. So, I stop and

get up. You almost got it, but I think it's still to soon. Let

the tension build up in that hot pussy a bit longer. Let's try

something else. 

     I get up and stand next to you. You gaze up at me with a

look in your eyes saying, "Uh oh." You turn towards me

somewhat willingly as you're now face-to-cock with me. Open

your mouth and give me a gentle lick down the underside of my

cock. That's where I'm most sensitive. You know it. Lick me

from the balls up to the tip. Don't miss a spot. Then, take

the head in your mouth, running laps around the shaft with

your tongue. Suck me in deeper as I begin to stroke one of

your breasts. Jerk me off with your mouth as best you can. If

you please me I might just let you loose early. 

     Your pace becomes faster and faster, speedy for your

restrained position. I can feel the tingle of my orgasm begin

deep in my groin. It grows into a sensation igniting along my

shaft and tickling through my balls. Suddenly, you pull back

and stop. Ooooo, you're crafty! Even in your exposed position

you are not powerless. You've brought me to the brink, but

left me there with no choice. 

     I quickly come around to your pussy and without

hesitation, drive my cock inside. Your body shudders in

pleasure. Like a wind blowing a flame, I fan your fire,

pounding my meat deeper and deeper, just like you needed.

You'd love to wrap your arms and legs around me holding me in

until you reach orgasm but the ropes hold you back. So you

squeeze your muscles as snug as possible, increasing my lust

for your tight pussy. 

     I try to hold off as long as possible wanting to build

the final moment, but I can't hold out forever. I again feel

the tingle building in my cock and I start thrusting wildly.

I can feel your pussy begin to constrict around me as you

start climaxing with me. Your moans tell me we've reached it

together, and I can hold back no longer. The cum starts to

dribble a little at first then uncontrollably as spurts of

white jism gush deep into you. Afterwards, I pull back reeling

from the intense pleasure you've just given me. 

     I sit back for a spell catching my breath. You're sitting

there with a big smile across your face. You got what you

needed by tricking me into giving it to you. Sneaky little

girl! 



     As we gather ourselves, a gentle breeze blows across the

beach. A feather blows into the stand and lands in my open

hand. It's a nice soft feather probably from a small tern.

You're still sitting there with your smile as an idea quickly

forms. My smile slowly grows. 

     I come and sit beside you as your look wearily into my

eyes. Then, I hold up the feather for you to see. You glance

at it casually, thinking nothing much of it. If you only knew.

     I lean over and give you a passionate kiss for our just

past orgasm and ask, "ready for more?" You nod an eager YES.

Sooooo, I take the feather and start tracing your nipple with

the tip. It is a harmless act to start with, but as you begin

to feel the light sensation, it slowly grows into an arousal.

I wish I had two feathers, one for both of your breasts. The

nipple becomes rock hard, and I lean over to suck on it while

I switch the feather to your other breast. The feather lightly

strokes your breast in a circle around the flesh, closing in

smaller circles as I target in on the other nipple. As soon as

it is hard, I lick and suck it warmly. The feather works very

nicely. I kiss you again, perhaps in forgiveness for what I'm

about to do. 

     I get up and then sit between your legs again, feather in

hand. Touching you with nothing but the feather, I commence to

glazing your inner thighs with it. Short soft strokes, up &

down the skin. Again slowly closing in on your pussy. I can't

wait to dive in but I'll hold back as long as possible. I dare

a quick touch of your pussy. It lightly teases the hair

between your legs and you twitch from the sensation. I pause,

then touch it again, and you quiver. Hmmm, this is fun.

Perhaps I can get even for that crafty trick of yours earlier.

     I can see through your trimmed hair your clitoris

beginning to stand out again. A light brush of the feather

produces a nice spasm from your body. I touch it again ....

and again ... and again ... until I'm batting your clit up and

down with the feather. It's barely enough to feel but you know

it's there. I unexpectedly add to the sensation by blowing my

warm breath across your pussy. That was all you needed now.

You start to squirm in abandonment against your bindings. The

feather has driven you to the brink but wont get you off. You

need me to get you there. No little feather is going to do it.

You try and try to push your pussy closer to my face, hoping

for some REAL contact. Forget it. I know your game and I pull

back completely, resorting to stroking your thighs alone. 

     "Honeeee, please touch my clitoris! Please! Eat my pussy,

lick it all you want! Just help me get off PLEASE!!!!". I love

it when my acts compel you to begging. *Sigh*, and I am a

merciful lover as you well know. I just like to see you

pleading for my touch. 

     I kiss the inner thigh as I always do before a meal. With

the feather tossed aside (for now), I kiss my way up to your

pussy, pause, and then lightly lick your clit. A moan of

relief pours from you as I take the clit between my lips and

suck on it a bit. Holding it there, I tug at the flesh with my

lips before continuing on to lick the lips. The feather has

gotten you sooo wet and tasty I can't believe it. I'll have to

save that little toy for later. 

     The taste of your pussy is like sweet jelly to me. I

can't get enough of it. My tongue works all around, up & down,

and inside for more. Your moaning has become more lustful,

telling me your release may be soon. I focus my attention

solely to your clit and take it between my tongue and upper

lip, holding it tightly while my tongue is still inside of

you. My hands are holding your pussy lips spread wide so I

have complete access within. I begin to twitch them a bit just

to add to your sensation. But your clit is where I'm

concentrating. It is now being bombarded with my tongue,

rasping it across the sensitive tip, pulling on it, tugging it

from side to side. Your body shudders as I sense your orgasm

quickly building within your still bound body. A loud moan

prepares me for the gush of pleasure within you. I feel your

pussy constrict again, this time around my tongue. I love to

get you off this way. But I'm not done yet. 

     All of this teasing with the feather and the intense

cunnilingus have given me a new raging hard-on, and it is just

dying to cum out for seconds. I stand and grab you by the

waist with one hand, my cock in the other. I take aim and

plunge in to your still quivering pussy. "Aaahhhhng!" you moan

in delight, as you were so caught up in your orgasm you didn't

see it coming. The timing was perfect to swell you over into

a completely new orgasmic sensation. "Keep it coming!" you

beg, as my thrusting begins. The juices flowing out of your

pussy feel so warm and slippery around my shaft. It won't be

too long before I'm caught up with you and cumming myself. 

     I lean forward and untie your hands in turn from the roof

supports. You lean forward into my arms holding me close as

possible. You never want me to stop this time. You squeeze me

close and kiss me wildly, our tongues meshing together. Your

hands go down to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me

deeper into you. Each thrust is accented by your pulling me

from behind as if to split you apart. My balls begin to slap

against your ass, smacking the flesh as I again feel the

tingling build as a prelude to orgasm. I hold you by your

still tied and outstretched legs as I make these final strokes

count, until I can't hold back any longer. My cock explodes

within you, shooting my load of cum deep within you again. I

can still feel you cumming from before, and I try to prolong

mine with yours. At last my orgasm subsides and I slow my

thrusts with yours until we ease back, exhausted from the

performance. 

     I lean over to each leg and untie you, your legs wrapping

themselves around me in gentle appreciation. A tender kiss

seals the memory before we gather our clothes to head back for

the restaurant. 

     But out of the corner of my eye, I notice you bending

down to casually pick up the feather before you tuck it away.



I'd better keep an eye out for that feather ...



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