Clear blue water. He’s about to come back. I feel sexy.

I stand at the beach, my toes sinking into the water. I untie my bikini top. In that moment, he appears, walking around the corner. His strong arms carry the board. He strides toward me. His smile twists into a smirk as my bikini drops into the sand.

I do not care what other beachgoers think about my undressing. I just need to free my breasts from the tight mesh.

"You look like you’re ready to go," he says, and kisses me.

We place the stand-up board in the water, load our gear, and wade out. He steps onto the board and starts to paddle. I kneel in front of him, stabilizing the board against the beach waves. I lean forward, my hands on the deck, my back arched, cheeks prominent. I know he loves this view of my butt in my black thong bikini bottom. I soak up the sun and enjoy the feel of my tits swinging with the gentle rocking of the board.

Once we reach the open water, I turn around, sit on my butt, and watch my man row. The muscles in his powerful arms flex as the paddle cuts the water. I feel his gaze on my breasts, and my belly starts to tickle. I push my chest forward and slowly spread my knees. His shorts pull tight as his boner is growing.

"Time to take it off," I say, smiling up at him.

He offers a cool smile in return. "If that's what my queen wishes for," he says, stopping paddling to push down his pants.

His fully erect cock points beautifully into the air, right at my face.

This time, it is not salty water that wets my pussy. I know he likes my plum juicy, so I start to slowly pull down my panties. Once the thong is off, I turn back onto my knees, now facing him. My lips are only centimeters from the head of his cock. I keep my eyes on his as I move my face closer. I slide my tongue out and gently lick along his shaft. I hear his soft moan. He holds my gaze and tries to keep rowing.

Not just my lust, but also the water waves grow bigger. The paddleboard shakes more. "Honey," he laughs, "I love this. And if you continue, we are going to fall off."

"Are you afraid to get wet?" I ask in a deep voice and with a provocative smile. "'Cause if you want to enter that pussy, you're definitely going to get wet."

"Oh, hun," he moans. "I can't get wet often enough in your ocean."

We stare into each other's eyes a moment longer. Then he lifts his view. "Let's take it to that beach up there, see it? It looks like a lonely island."

I shift my eyes from his beautiful cock to the shore. It is a deserted piece of coast, cut off from land by a rocky area. "Do you promise to fuck me there?" I ask, massaging my breasts.

"Not only once," he promises.

About five minutes later, we reach the beach. We pull the board out and walk toward a big flat rock. My tits gently swing with every step I take on the rocky ground. I lie down on the rock, looking up at my man. He stands over me, his cock pointing right into my face again. I start to gently stroke its length with my hand.

There is not a single soul or animal on this beach. We only see a few fishing boats on the horizon. They are too far away to see any details of what is happening here. And even if they were closer, what could they do but enjoy the show?

His fingers squeezing my nipples bring me back to the present moment. My love now kneels in front of me, his hands moving my knees apart. He sees my wet pussy right in front of his face, his mouth curving into a lustful smirk. I watch his tongue move closer.

In anticipation, I close my eyes, leaning my head back. My whole body is laid out like an open book. A book burning in anticipation of being read.

A hot flash rushes through me as I feel his tongue on my pearl. I release a deep moan. I feel ready to fully surrender to whatever magic he is doing to my body. The tip of his tongue circles my clit, his lips nibble my labia, and he strokes along my entire pussy with the full width of his tongue. His fingers widen my lips.

"Fuuuuuck, Baby," I moan. "This is just what I need."

He spreads wider, licks faster, gifting me a magic interplay of his fingers and his tongue. My breath intensifies. I lean my head back, turning it to the left, trying to release some of the tension building up in my body. I open my eyes.

The sensations are so intense—I feel like I am in a trance. It takes a few seconds for my vision to clear. Then I realize I am seeing a person. She is standing on the big rocks to the left of the beach, about thirty meters away, clearly watching us.

The waves of lust rushing through my body intensify, and I cannot stop staring at her. My brain has completely shut off. I surrender entirely to my pussy. This must be heaven! I feel completely safe. My loving man's hands hold my legs while his tongue drives my wet hole crazy. I truly enjoy the excitement of that woman watching me being eaten by my man.

He starts to suck my clit. My body releases a loud moan from deep within. I feel one of his hands wander up, massaging my breast, while the other keeps spreading my labia. His tongue jumps back and forth between licking my clit and pushing into my wet hole. Stronger. Faster. Deeper breaths. My moans grow louder, and then he pushes me over the edge. I cannot help but yell from the deepest part of my body.

Silence. Light. Ease. I am flying.

I do not know how long I am in this state of awe before turning back to reality. My man made me fly. The excitement of being watched so openly by that woman intensified my experience.

As my perception slowly drifts back to earth, I realize my love lies next to me, holding me in his arms. I feel completely safe.

He smiles at me and gently strokes my cheek. "You knew she was watching us, and you liked it, right, honey?"

I feel heat rushing through my body and this immediate impulse to deny. But his warm smile reminds me that I fully trust him. I smile. "Yes, I did. I didn't know I did, but I fucking loved it."

His smile turns into the hottest smirk I have ever seen on a man's face. "She's still standing there, watching us. I guess she enjoyed it, too. How about we ask her to come closer?" he suggests.

I take a moment to tune in and check how I feel. This whole day seems to be an adventure. "Let's do it," I say, a slightly nervous out-breath underlying my words.

My man moves into a sitting position, still holding my hand. He waves his arm, signaling her to come around. I turn my head to watch her reaction. She seems to ponder for a moment, then she starts to move towards us.

She wears a climbing harness over her bikini and holds a camera. Now she is only a few steps away. "Wow!" she says. "Uhm, I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. The two of you are just so aesthetic. I just couldn't stop looking once I had spotted you. You pulled me into your spell."

"Oh, thank you," my man replies.

I look at her, scanning her body, admiring her beautiful breasts, her well-shaped hips. Silence stretches for a moment. She lifts the camera. "Hey, uhm, do you mind if I take some pictures of you?"

Only then do I realize I am fully naked. We are both fully naked. A stranger is asking to take our picture. That is what happens in my head. My body… I sense a tickle, some excitement. I do not feel uncomfortable in her presence, but… sexy. I decide to follow my body. "Well, that could be fun," I say, looking at my man.

"Oh, honey," he moans in his deep voice. He raises his hand and gently brushes my right breast. I hear the clicking of her camera. I feel my man's fingers on my body. I sense my pussy waking up again. And with her, a courage inside me awakens that I did not know before.

"Love, what do you think—do we look better while I am blowing you or when you are fucking me?" I ask.

He grabs my breast stronger. I feel his boner stroking my leg, and I know the answer: "And."