It was Saturday, Date Night, on Fort Lauderdale beach. Greg was taking me out to dinner and drinks at Beach Place at the north end of the strip. I was thankful it was a casual date, so we didn't have to dress up. Greg wore a shirt and khakis, and I wore a denim skirt and vest with a little top. I knew that catching a glimpse of my cheeks under the short skirt would get his attention, and the sight of my braless titties jiggling under my top would get him hard, but when he found out I shaved for him, he would go wild.

We split an order of Havana Nachos at Sloppy Joe's for dinner, before going next door to Howl at the Moon for a few drinks. Watching the musicians play dueling pianos at the piano bar was a blast. They played everything from Elton John and The Beatles to Beethoven and Jerry Lee Lewis. They encouraged audience participation, with customers singing, dancing and making requests.

At midnight, they played Time Warp from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. All the female bar staff got up on the tables, the bar and even the pianos to sing and dance. I got up to dance on our table and made sure Greg got a good look up my skirt. My red lace thong hid nothing as I crouched down in front of him and gave him a sloppy, wet kiss. I got off the table and straddled his lap, pushing my tongue in his ear, whispering, "Take me home," my wet thong grinding against his bulge.

Greg couldn't get out of there fast enough. The server dancing next to me cashed him out while I went to the restroom. It was packed, but by the time I got out of there, he was ready to go. I was certain that we wouldn't make it to the parking garage before he fucked my brains out, but instead of going to the elevator, he took my hand and led me out the front doors and down the staircase to the street.

We ran across the street to the beach, rendered nearly invisible by the bright lights along A1A. When we crossed over to the beach, it seemed like we were in a different world. The full moon filled the starry, summer sky over Fort Lauderdale beach with an ethereal, romantic light, laying a shimmering path of silver across the calm Atlantic. The salt air was warm and thick, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and ocean spray as the silver orb hung like a spotlight over the deserted beach.

We ran towards the water, downhill from the street. Greg turned and scooped me up into his arms, our mouths crashing together in a frantic soul kiss. Greg dropped to his knees, facing the street, and laid me back in the sand. When I realized that my life-long fantasy would finally be fulfilled, I cried out. Greg covered my mouth with his, kneeling over me, and pushed my top up around my throat, his big hands pawing my swollen titties.

He pulled his mouth off mine, "God, Cathy, look how hot you are. You're desperate for cock." Oh, I loved this game. I loved how he talked dirty to me.

"Only if you're man enough to take it," I said, struggling to push him off me, knowing I never could.

"Beg for it, you little slut, tell me how bad you want it." He slapped me just hard enough to make my pussy gush.

"Do it, motherfucker, fuck me... fuck me... fuck me."

He grabbed my throat and pinned me down, reaching under my skirt.

"Mmm... you shaved," he said as he grabbed the lace and ripped my panties off, shoving them in my mouth.

"That ought to shut you up, you little fucking wildcat."

"Mmmm... mmm," was my response.

He reached down to free his cock and dragged the head up and down my slick, hairless pussy, pushing it inside in one long, slow stretch that drove me out of my mind. I struggled beneath him as he bottomed out, but that just turned him on even more.

"Your bare pussy is so smooth."

"Mmmm... mmm!" I moaned.

He held me tight and started thrusting, slow at first, my pussy gripping him so tight it felt like he was turning me inside out when he withdrew, then pushing back into me again, filling the void. This was it, this is what I needed, to be taken on the beach like his little fucking wildcat.

"Mmmm... mmm."

He put my legs over his shoulders and pounded me relentlessly. I wrapped myself around him and held on for dear life. I felt him swell, his thrusts jerky and erratic, and I knew he was close.

"Here it comes, slut. Just what you begged for." I squeezed his cock with all my might and milked him, both of us groaning as he pumped pulse after pulse of hot, creamy ball batter inside me.

My bucking hips and spasming legs joined my clutching pussy as my body overloaded, his cum splattering against my cervix, acting as the spark that ignited my orgasm as my mind went blank. When I came to, I was seeing stars as my body twitched with aftershocks. I realized my eyes were open, looking at the sky, my panties no longer in my mouth.

Greg held me as we sat together in the sand, watching the ocean.

"Your fantasy, we did it," he whispered, his voice a low vibration against my ear that sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

I leaned my head back on his shoulder, watching the moonlight dance on the water.

"You did it, baby. I love you."

END