That an opportunity for the two of us to be together, face to face, seemed to me to be nothing short of a miracle. For months we had been chatting, teasing, learning, sharing and loving. I had resigned myself to never being able to actually meet her. After all, we lived in different countries, lived completely different life-styles, had no reason whatsoever to think that we would ever meet.
Yet here we were – together, alone. Not just alone, but alone on a deserted stretch of sandy, coastal beach that we had hiked a short distance to down through the rocks and cedars that towered above us. The sea was calm, no breeze to ruffle its surface. With the tide near the end of its ebb cycle, we could smell the salt in the air along with that of the exposed kelp, starfish and urchins – the smell of the sea. And of course, the smell of the forest at our backs. Such a lovely and natural environment to share on this God-given day. The wash of the light swell as it eased across the sand quietly added such a peaceful aural quality to our surroundings.
Everything happens for a reason and I suppose that was true of our opportunity to share a few hours on this beach. Who knows what that reason might be or might yet reveal? Certainly not I. Perhaps neither of us was meant to know the reason. And regardless, that reason is not the subject of this recollection.
On the drive to our 'stepping-off point, Kitty and I had talked happily of many things, little things. She had also 'teased' me (although I am confident that the teasing would have escalated to a lot more if the road into the bush hadn't been so rough) by resting her hand on my thigh, squeezing, teasing and more than once groping the bulge in my shorts. But this was here and now: alone with no obstacles to prevent us from doing anything we desired, no onlookers who might react badly or interrupt what was about to transpire.
I sat the backpack on the large, exposed rock in hopes of keeping any nosey creepy-crawlers out of it, and then reached to pull you close. Looking into your deep green eyes, I saw longing and love. Tenderness and desire. We kissed. Tentatively at first then, feeling our mutual hunger, the knowledge that now was the time - more deeply. Lips parting, tongues probing lightly then more insistently until we were both almost devouring each other. Hands sliding, searching, exploring as we held each other tightly. Chests, bellies, thighs pressed together yet moving, feeling the fabric of our clothing as encumbrances, barriers to our mutual need to touch, to feel skin against skin.
Kitty wasn’t holding back (but then she had told me she wouldn’t)…she had merely been waiting for me to make the first move). I could taste the hunger in her mouth as she took my hand and brought it to her breast, squeezing lightly to show me how. As it happened, I needed no instruction. Soft, pliable warm, heavy breast...I moaned. Kitty moaned. Yes - we were good - this was going to happen.
Reluctantly, I broke the kiss with a final slash of my tongue along her lower lip as I backed away. "One minute," I croaked as I turned to the backpack to find the blanket. I shook it out and spread it out on the sand. Kitty watched quietly, hands at her sides. I turned towards her then, and facing her, I flipped open the button at the waist of my shorts then pulled the zipper down quickly. My shorts immediately dropped to the sand, bunched around my ankles. My cock, unfettered by briefs, sprang free, waving happily at Kitty. She smiled and began to lift the skirt of her dress to take it off.
"No," I told her softly, "let me do that." I stepped close to her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her deeply once again as she pressed herself against my hardness. Soft moans mingling, I reached down to grasp the fabric of her dress at her hips and began to inch the material upwards. Kitty rested her hands lightly on my shoulders as I raised the hem of her dress to her hips and upwards. As her dress was pulled up above her belly, she pressed against me again, bumping my hard cock with her belly - I gasped at the sensation of my cock touching her naked flesh. We both moaned a little louder. Kitty was naked beneath her dress, just as she had told me she would be.
Kitty's breasts fell free of the dress as she raised her arms to allow me to lift it up and over her head. Holding the garment in one hand now, I wrapped my arms around her and, pressing ourselves tightly together, kissed her deeply once again. I think I was trembling a little at this point, so hungry for her, ravenous.
As so often happens with us - we both realized that we were rushing, getting ahead of ourselves. Not surprising, given the months that had passed while we built our relationship, fueled our desires. And while there certainly was nothing at all wrong with a "thunder fuck" to take the edge off, this was not what either of us wanted with our first time together. We broke our embrace and each took a step back, smiling happily. I turned to drop her dress on the blanket as she playfully flipped the hem of my t-shirt then slapped my naked ass. I laughed and took her hand, leading her naked, down to the waters edge.
The sand turned to wet, greasy gravel as we reached the water. We stood there, looking across the straits at the glass-like water, shimmering in the summer sun. A soft mist spouted in the distance as the whale exhaled and seconds later we heard the soft 'whoosh' of breath escaping. In silence, feeling the very real closeness of our bodies, we watched the whales progress until she raised the flukes of her gigantic tail in the air as a final farewell wave to us. Beside me, Kitty clapped her hands and jumped up and down excitedly, her heavy tits waving back at the whale - a most alluring display, believe me!
"That was amazing," Kitty cried, "I love a whales tale!" Her smile of pleasure outshone the sun, her green eyes out-sparkled the sea before us. A magical moment in a series of magical moments.
I chuckled at Kitty's excitement although I confess that I found the whale's display equally enjoyable. We stood there a few more moments, allowing the cool water to gently lap at our feet. The excitement of the whale was replaced by the excitement of being there together on the beach, naked. Well, almost naked. Kitty wrapped her arms around my waist, leaning in close, saying softly, "This is so good, Bill, but this t-shirt has to go."
I chuckled again, agreeing with her as she turned to face me, expertly pulling my shirt up and over my head. She tossed it up towards the blanket, then ran her hands over my chest, caressing my very sensitive nipples. She leaned in and kissed me warmly, lovingly, as I felt my cock respond to her and to the feeling of her breasts against my chest.
This time, Kitty took the lead, taking me by the hand and towing me willingly back up the beach to the blanket, her ass swaying seductively. Standing on the blanket we kissed: passionately, hard, deep...alternately fucking each others mouth with our tongues. I don't know if her knees were getting weak (I like to think they were) or if she was feeling the urgency of the moment but Kitty began to lower herself to her knees. She left me standing there as her hands slid down my chest, over my belly, out and over my hips, coming together again as she cupped my gear gently in her hands.
