Vacation Day 01
(Travel day)
Autumn at the beach was always a nice escape from being back home in north Georgia. The warm sun of the Florida Gulf Coast was a welcome comfort. The evenings were cool enough for a light jacket and a cuddle, while the days were warm enough for a nice stroll on the beach. Ben and Ellie were excited to get away from the daily grind. They needed some time to relax on a well-deserved vacation.
Ben and Ellie loaded their bags in the car, prepared some snacks, and headed south. Other than stopping for gas and lunch, they planned on driving straight through, but would not get to the condo until after dark. Ben didn’t mind long road trips, as long as he had something to keep him from getting bored. During the seven-hour drive, they would alternate between listening to music and a few podcasts.
After they stopped for lunch, they were both a little tired of the podcasts, so Ellie suggested they switch it up and start an audiobook that she was excited about. Ben assumed it was a romance novel, or something related to Ellie’s latest kick regarding food and nutrition, but he didn’t mind.
The book was about a pioneer woman in the late 1800s in the western territories of the United States, trying to survive on her own after her husband was killed. For the first hour or so, the author explained the backstory and built the setting around the main character. The author described the network of people in the nearby community and what life was like for the struggling widow in such a harsh environment.
The woman would occasionally call on a few men from the town to help her with certain chores around the house. The ranch hand would help mend her fences and tend to the garden, the horse, and the few cattle she had. The deputy would check on her to make sure she was safe, and the carpenter would address any repairs the house might need. As the author described how lonely the woman was, and how she fantasized about the men while watching them work around her home, Ben figured out just what kind of book he and Ellie were listening to.
The ranch hand had just finished securing the horse in the barn, and walked down to the creek to rinse off the dust and sweat before heading back to town. The woman was standing in the window of her house, watching him as he undressed and walked naked into the creek to wash himself. She yearned for a man’s touch after being alone for over a year. The ranch hand kept his back to the house as he began to soap himself in the water. The woman let her eyes roam all over the man's naked body, soaking in how strong he looked. He had broad shoulders and thick arms that rippled and flexed as he rubbed the soap across his chest and abs. Her cheeks flushed bright red when he moved his soapy hands down and began to wash his upper thighs and between his legs.
She felt ashamed standing there, secretly spying on him, but she could not look away. It had been so long since she had seen a naked man, and it excited her more than she had expected. As if she was willing him to do so, he turned and continued washing. She looked on in amazement, with a clear view as he held his soapy manhood with one hand, slowly stroking it, and used the other to lather the soap all across his abdomen. After a few seconds, he moved his hands back up across his chest and neck, but she was mesmerized by his soapy cock, and how it swung between his legs when he moved about washing himself.
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Ellie was feeling pretty horny listening to the story and found herself looking at Ben’s package in his shorts. The thought of reaching over and touching Ben while he drove made her excited, and she felt the tingle between her legs continuing to build. Ellie resisted the urge to touch him for a while longer, as she tried to continue listening to the book, but she could see Ben’s cock getting hard in his shorts, and she was getting too turned on to pay attention to the book.
Ellie casually reached over and rested her hand on Ben’s thigh. Her fingers were less than an inch away from the bulge in his shorts. Ben looked at her and smiled, but did not react. He was concentrating on driving and trying to act like he wasn't getting turned on. Ellie began gently rubbing Ben’s thigh, which created the response she was looking for. She noticed his breathing change, and as he squirmed in his seat, she could tell he was uncomfortable with the growing member between his legs that had nowhere to go. Ellie alternated between using soft touches with her fingertips and light squeezing pressure with her whole hand to rub Ben’s thigh. She would get close, but would stop just before touching the goods. Ellie wanted to see Ben’s cock grow in his shorts. She liked feeling him harden in her hands or in her mouth during foreplay, and she could tell from the tent that was forming in the thin shorts that he was aroused.
As Ben’s cock stiffened, he became more uncomfortable. At first, he was okay with the confinement of his clothing, as it only allowed him to get partially hard while listening to the steamy audiobook. Then with Ellie obviously trying to turn him on more, Ben tried shifting in the driver's seat to make more room in his shorts for his cock, but he felt no relief. If he could adjust his shaft to the side so that it was pointing down his thigh, rather than against the inseam of his shorts, it would have room to expand. Ben reached down to reposition himself, and Ellie slapped his hand away.
“Both hands on the wheel, big boy,” Ellie said, with a grin.
Ben felt like his cock was in a cage, and he wanted to free it from the pressure that was building. He considered pulling the car over and taking her right then and there, but they were on the interstate, and there was no safe place to pull over. He felt like her toy, a plaything for a bored and horny housewife, and he loved it. His job at the moment was to drive the car and let Ellie grope him. Ellie began tracing her fingernails up his thigh and across the then-visible bulge between Ben’s legs and back down his thigh. Ben would lift his hips to push against her hand, but Ellie would stop touching him until he quit moving, then she would resume.
Ellie could tell that Ben was uncomfortable, so she decided to have pity and give him some relief. She unbuckled her seatbelt so she could sit somewhat sideways, facing Ben, and leaned forward towards him. Ellie placed her hand on Ben’s bare thigh, just below the hem of his shorts, and slid her fingers under the fabric. Ellie then slid her fingers inside the leg of Ben’s boxers up to the top of his thigh, which made Ben gasp.
Ben shifted in his seat, raised his hips, and straightened his leg as much as possible to give Ellie access. Ellie gently slid her hand across Ben’s lower abdomen, through his soft pubic hair, until she felt the base of his cock. It was warm and thick, pressing into the front of his shorts. Ellie softly wrapped her fingers around Ben’s shaft, loosening it from its cage, and moved it so it was pointing down his right thigh. She held it in her hand, and no longer restrained, she felt it expand to its full length and stiffen. Ellie resisted the urge to stroke him and, instead, enjoyed Ben’s warmth and hardness, knowing she was in control.
Ben loved it when Ellie touched his cock. He loved to watch Ellie stroke him and take him into her mouth. The hunger and passion Ellie displayed when doing it made Ben feel like he was her personal sex-toy. Ben waited eagerly for what Ellie was going to do, but to Ben’s disappointment, Ellie suddenly released her grip.
Ellie slid her hand out from inside his shorts, adjusted the fabric to cover his cock, and settled back in the passenger seat. She sat back and marveled at what she had created. She bit her lower lip, looking at the thick rod extending down his thigh, covered by the leg of his shorts. At that moment, Ellie felt like the pioneer woman. They were both fantasizing about straddling the men they were looking at and sitting on their thick cocks. Ellie wanted to feel it pressed against her, probing her, trying to enter her slippery wetness, as Ben’s strong hands held her ass cheeks, while she ground herself against it.
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The pioneer woman leaned slightly forward, hands on the table, watching the man in the creek as if she were in a trance. She was so overcome with desire that she did not realize that she had been rubbing and grinding herself against the corner of the table she was leaning on. The layers of fabric from her dress and petticoat limited her to just feeling the pressure against her pubic area. The table was at just the right height for her to grind herself on the hard edge. She imagined the ranch hand was sitting naked beneath her, and the pressure she was feeling from humping the table was his hard cock.
Suddenly, the ranch hand turned and seemed to be looking back at her. Thinking she had been caught spying on him, she quickly moved away from the window. She leaned against the wall, shaking with a mixture of emotions. If he’d actually seen her, then he would have known she’d been basically masturbating while watching him in the creek. This both terrified her and excited her. She knew from being outside during that time of day, that reflections on the glass would have made it impossible for him to see her, but she was still trembling just the same. She slowly moved away from the wall and turned to look out at the creek again, but the ranch hand had gotten out of the water and was standing, drying in the sun, with his back to the house.
She wrestled with her thoughts for a moment. Torn between resisting and giving in to her desires and urges, she decided she wanted to get a better look and gathered some bread she had cooked earlier in the day and some fresh water from the well. She put it into a basket and made her way down to the creek. She thought bringing him the basket would be a good cover, in case he saw her sneaking around.
She slowly crept toward the barn, trying not to make any noise. As she looked around the corner of the barn towards the creek, she was disappointed that he was not standing where he had been a few moments ago. She took a few steps forward and was startled to see him standing by a tree, only ten feet away.
He was completely naked and looking right at her.
She stood, frozen for a moment, unable to move, but also unable to look away from his naked body. She could see his manhood begin to stiffen, and it seemed to pulse with each heartbeat, becoming fuller and thicker, protruding out from the dark patch of hair below his waist. He didn’t seem shy or surprised. He didn’t try to cover himself or move away. He just stood there, looking back at her with what appeared to be a slight grin.
Suddenly aware that she was still staring at him, and feeling her chest and neck flush with arousal, she attempted to hide her lust by looking away. She quickly babbled an incoherent apology, dropped the basket, and ran back into the house. She immediately went to the window to try to see him again. She was both sad and relieved to see the ranch hand get dressed, gather the bread and water, and mount his horse for the ride back into town. As he rode away, he glanced back at the house and gave a subtle wave.
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Ellie reached over and began tracing the outline of Ben’s shaft from base to tip and back to the base again. She could feel the ridge where the head expanded from the shaft and slid her fingers along it. Ben was subtly thrusting his hips to increase the pressure of her touch, almost humping against her hand.
“Be still if you want more,” Ellie whispered.
As Ben stopped his gyrations, Ellie turned off the audiobook so she could give her full attention to the object before her. She began squeezing Ben’s cock between her index finger and thumb. She moved from the tip to the base, squeezing and feeling its thickness. She was not stroking or rubbing, but more like examining the firmness and length of him.
Ellie was consumed with thoughts of what she could do with his cock. She imagined gripping the base and directing it to her mouth, rubbing the tip across her lips and tongue. She imagined feeling it slide into her mouth and guiding it to the back of her throat. She loved the feeling of his wet cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She imagined it between her legs, thrusting between her wet folds, pushing into her opening until it was buried deep inside of her. She liked feeling him behind her, pulling his cock all the way out and then feeding the full length of it deeply inside of her, until his hips pressed her forward. She was imagining that she was leaning over the hood of the car, her shorts and panties down around her ankles, and Ben behind her, pounding her wet pussy hard enough that she could feel his balls slapping against her clit and the car rocking under her.
Ellie was pulled out of her fantasy by the rhythmic bumping of the car tires as they rolled over the reflective markers on the road, indicating that Ben was drifting out of his lane. Ben was trying to concentrate on driving, but found it very difficult. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Ellie had begun pinching her nipples with her free hand as she played with his cock through his shorts. She was staring hungrily at his cock as she played with it. She had a look of carnal desire and urgency. Ellie was sitting with one leg bent under her and was grinding herself against the heel of her foot. Ellie realised she was getting carried away, and Ben was trying to watch both her and the road, so she stopped touching herself to concentrate on Ben.
Ellie lifted the hem of Ben’s shorts and began working it up his thigh. Little by little, she revealed half of his throbbing shaft. She noticed that the tip was glistening with pre-cum and there was a wet spot on Ben’s leg. Ellie used her index finger and thumb to squeeze and massage the tip of Ben’s cock, which was, by then, slippery and dripping.
With Ben’s cock held in place by the hem of his shorts, Ellie was focused solely on the sensitive head of Ben’s member. Ben began thrusting his hips to push his dick harder against Ellie’s grasp. Ellie could tell by Ben’s movements and how swollen his cock was that he was getting close to cumming. She looked around for something to catch the eruption of semen before it was too late, and found one of Ben’s old t-shirts in the backseat. Ellie quickly grabbed the shirt and held it over the tip of Ben’s throbbing shaft with one hand and continued massaging the tip of Ben’s cock with her thumb and index finger. Ellie immediately felt the contractions from Ben’s orgasm as he shot streams of hot cum into the shirt. Ellie held the tip of Ben's cock and could feel each blast course through the length of him and out into the fabric. Ben grunted loudly with each wave, as chill bumps ran over his entire body.
As Ben settled down, Ellie used the shirt to clean them both up, adjusted Ben’s shorts to cover his exposed cock, and settled back into the passenger seat. While Ben felt satisfied, Ellie was hornier and wetter than ever, and badly needed relief. She knew Ben would need some time to recover before he could get hard again, but she so desperately needed him inside of her.
They drove on into the evening, the sun had set, and the moon was nowhere to be found. Other than the light from the car’s instrument panel and radio, the only light was from the other vehicles on the highway. They had started listening to the audiobook again, which reignited the smoldering heat between Ellie’s legs. Ellie was trying to act normal, but was a bit jealous that Ben had been able to get some relief.
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As the pioneer woman was lying in bed that night, all she could think about was the sight of the naked ranch hand. She was trying to remember every inch of his firm, tanned skin, replaying each second from watching him when he had been in the creek to when she’d been standing in front of him. She felt shame and embarrassment for having stared at the naked ranch hand as his erection grew, but she couldn't look away. Instead, she had taken in his obvious arousal, hungrily watching it manifest between his legs. She had wanted him to have taken her and to have had his way with her, controlled her, and to have done whatever he wanted with her. The shame made her feel dirty, and only made her want him inside of her even more.
When she was young and could not sleep at night, she would lie quietly in her bed, face down, and place a pillow between her legs. She would squeeze her thighs together and press her hips into the pillow. Grinding her sensitive, swollen clit into the pillow would bring her to a shaking orgasm. She couldn't sleep this night either, so she rolled over, face down, and bundled up her pillow between her legs. She let her mind run wild. Imagining the ranch hand was lying under her, she rubbed hard against the pillow and moaned into her mattress.
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The thrill of getting caught doing something dirty was an especially erotic one that always made Ellie tingle with excitement. Ellie decided to give in to the lust and try to have a moment to herself, but do it discreetly in the backseat. Without saying anything, Ellie unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed between the two front seats into the rear of the car. Ben could not clearly see what she was doing, so he asked what she was up to. Ellie explained that she was uncomfortable sitting in the front seat and needed to stretch out a bit and might even take a nap.
Ellie made herself as comfortable as she could across the backseat and covered herself with a fleece blanket they had packed for just such a situation. They both sat quietly listening to the audiobook. Ben drove the car down the highway, completely unaware that Ellie was quietly rubbing herself in the backseat. Ben heard the sound of the zipper on Ellie’s overnight bag, and then silence. Ben assumed Ellie was getting some lip gloss, which she frequently used.
As with all their overnight trips, Ellie had packed more than just clothes. She brought several toys and some lube for their intimate moments, as they both liked to use them to spice things up. When Ellie opened her bag, she was not looking for lip gloss; she wanted her favorite toy. Earlier that year, Ben had gotten her a small rechargeable silicone, rose-shaped, vibrating clit sucker, which she enjoyed very much. While Ben drove down the highway, listening to the audiobook, Ellie had slipped her shorts and panties off as quietly as possible, uncovering herself from the waist down. If Ben turned to look at her, he would only see her clothed upper half, and not what she was doing down below. When Ellie had peeled her panties off, she noticed they were hot and wet with her juices, and her pussy was aching to be touched, penetrated, and used by something, anything.
Ellie found it especially erotic to be exposed and touching herself so close to Ben without him knowing what she was doing. The memory of holding Ben’s stiff cock was still fresh in her mind, and helped fuel her urgency to get some relief. Lying on her back, with her head against the rear-passenger door, Ellie propped one foot up on the opposite door and rested the other foot on the floorboard behind the driver's seat. This position naturally held her thighs apart and made her pussy easily accessible. She started by spreading her slippery wetness across her labia and her sensitive clit. She would trace her fingers downward, just slightly parting her lips, then sliding them back up to do a few laps around her clit. Over and over, she repeated this movement, each time, dipping her fingers deeper and deeper into her opening, only to bring them back out and run them in circles around her clit.
Needing added stimulation, Ellie pushed the button of her rose toy to activate it and paused to see if Ben heard it. He did not look around, or seem to notice, as he was evidently lost in the audiobook. Ellie was so turned on by trying to get off without Ben noticing that she was almost trembling. Her heart was racing, and she was scared he would catch her, which made it even more exciting. Using her left hand to hold her labia apart, Ellie gently placed the opening of the rose around her aroused clit. The sensation caused Ellie to let out a soft squeal as she felt the buzzing toy latch on to her clit and gently pull at it. Fearing that Ben had heard her, she stayed perfectly still and watched for any sign that Ben was aware of what she was doing, but once again, he did not move.
The combination of the vibrations, suction, and pressure of the rose, along with the hours of pent-up sexual energy, had Ellie on the brink of an orgasm within minutes. As the wave of pleasure began to crash over her, Ellie lifted her hips off the seat, pressing against the rose, and her body began to shudder with the convulsions of a powerful orgasm. She quickly put her other hand over her mouth to keep from moaning out loud.
Her hips began to buck uncontrollably up and down, thrusting off the seat, only to collapse and then thrust up again. As her convulsions subsided, Ellie could feel her juices pooling in the seat under her ass, and quietly moved the blanket to try to dry it up. It was an incredibly erotic experience for Ellie. She had not had such a powerful orgasm in quite a while, and had never brought herself to orgasm with Ben being so close, without him knowing she was doing it.
Ellie felt spent and completely relaxed after her orgasm. Just as her eyes started to feel heavy, and she could tell sleep was approaching, she noticed Ben moving in the front seat. Fearing she had been too loud and gotten caught, Ellie stayed still and pretended to be asleep. She continued watching Ben to see if he realized what she had just done. Ben looked over his shoulder, saw that Ellie was not moving, and assumed she was asleep. Not wanting to get too far ahead of her in the book, Ben stopped the audiobook and turned on some soft music. Ellie felt a little guilty for sneaking an orgasm, while pretending to be asleep, but knew that her relief was only temporary as she needed him inside of her, and she needed it soon. Ellie closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Ellie had only slept for twenty minutes or so, when she awoke with the jostling of the car as it pulled into the condo parking lot. When Ben opened the car door, and the dome light came on, he noticed Ellie putting her shorts and panties back on. He thought it was strange, but Ellie said she was just trying to get comfortable. She kept the rose toy hidden to protect her little secret from him, at least until she was ready to tease him with it.
After checking in and finding their room, they unpacked and walked across the street to a restaurant for a late dinner. It was a typical beach restaurant with outdoor seating, lots of fried seafood, and strong margaritas. They ate, drank, and chatted for an hour about what they wanted for the few days they would be at the beach.
With full stomachs and a decent buzz from the alcohol, they decided to take a night stroll along the beach. They wanted to feel the sand beneath their feet, the sea breeze on their skin, and enjoy the sweet ocean scent. While walking, they held hands and talked fondly about previous vacations. The memories of cruises and other trips could fade over time, but seemed to come back when triggered by being in such a beautiful place.
Walking back to the condo, they continued talking, but as they entered the elevator, Ben pulled Ellie into his arms and kissed her passionately while touching her hair and neck. Ellie shifted her hips so that Ben’s right leg was between hers, and she could feel his thigh pressing into her crotch. Ben felt her breasts against his chest, and the front of his shorts getting tighter, as Ellie started a slight grinding movement against his leg. There had been so much buildup through the day, they could hardly restrain themselves.
The unwelcome electronic ding as the elevator reached the third floor startled them out of their moment of passion, and they quickly released each other as if they were teenagers risking getting caught by their parents. They giggled about it, as they walked toward their room. As Ben lifted the room key toward the lock, Ellie moved in behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him around toward her. She liked the thrill of risking getting caught and wanted to continue what Ben had started in the elevator.
Ellie pressed Ben against the door outside the condo and kissed him while rubbing his chest. Feeling the arousal again, Ben gently pulled her hair, tilting her head back, and kissed her neck. The gentle, soft touch of his lips on her neck gave Ellie chills that Ben could feel on her arms. He knew that those same chills would make her nipples as hard as pencil erasers. Ellie was not wearing a bra, and Ben wanted to touch her hard nipples through her sweatshirt. Ellie could feel the growing stiffness in Ben’s shorts and pushed against him so that she could rub against it. As they began to drift back to their world of pleasure, the sound of approaching voices threatened to interrupt their moment. It was the voices of another couple that had obviously consumed a few more drinks than Ben and Ellie had.
Ben looked around but did not see anyone. Ellie also heard the voices, but did not slow down one bit. In fact, it seemed to ramp up her passion even more. She grabbed Ben’s hand and guided it under her sweatshirt straight to her breast. Before Ben could protest, Ellie pulled Ben’s waistband open with one hand, and slipped the other into his shorts straight down to his cock and held him, stroking him slowly. As the voices approached, Ben tried to push Ellie away, but she held on to his cock and would not let go.
The other couple was singing and laughing as they approached. At first, they did not pay attention to the couple making out in the hallway. But when they got closer, they stopped singing and talking, and Ben could hear them giggle and whisper.
As they walked by, Ellie released Ben’s cock and wrapped her arms around his neck, and started grinding against his erection in his shorts. Ellie pulled Ben’s head to hers and kissed him passionately. Ben and Ellie heard the couple softly clapping in approval. Ellie broke their kiss and looked at the couple as they walked away. The man had his hand around the waist of the female, but slid it down to cup her ass, squeezing it as they walked. It seemed that Ben and Ellie’s passion was contagious.
After entering the condo, Ellie walked to the bathroom, and Ben continued to the bedroom, removing his clothes along the way. When Ellie exited the bathroom, wearing only her sweatshirt and panties, she found Ben only wearing his boxers. Ben could tell she was not wearing a bra and loved to see the shape of her nipples through her clothes. She walked past him, reached for his hand, and led him to the balcony outside the bedroom.
On the balcony, Ellie draped her arms over his shoulders, and the kissing resumed, wet lips touching wet lips, tongues flirting and flickering. The feeling of not being able to get enough of each other, wanting to touch and be touched, grew more intense as the moments passed. Ben’s hands went to her waist and lower back to find the gusset of Ellie’s thong panties. Ellie liked the feeling of the thin strip of fabric between her legs, and when Ben pushed it aside to gain access to her.
Ben felt her breasts against his chest, and pulled her hips to him so that Ellie could feel his stiff cock pressing against her. He wanted to show Ellie what she had done to him, so he began to grind it against her. He slid his hands up to touch her breasts and feel her stiff nipples. Ben wanted to kiss them and lick them and feel them against his skin.
Ben felt Ellie start to break their embrace and back away. She turned and walked to the high-top table and chairs on the patio. Bending over slightly, Ellie rested her forearms on the back of one of the chairs. She wanted to do a little showing off, herself. She looked back at Ben with a sultry smile, wiggled her hips a little, and slightly spread her legs.
Ben moved closer and touched her back, and in the dim light, he could see the single strip of her panties disappear between her cheeks. He let his fingers trace the thong between her legs, and he could feel her warmth and wetness as it slightly disappeared between her lips. His fingers pressed against the moist strip of fabric and moved in small circles over the small bump of her clit. He wanted to move the material aside and push his fingers inside of her and feel her wetness, but was distracted by her hand reaching for the then-throbbing stiffness, making an almost comically large tent in his boxers.
Ben could not wait for the feeling of release that would come from his hard cock being set free from the confines of his underwear. He wanted to feel her hand stroking and working the length of his shaft so badly. He slid his fingers again between her legs and moved the thong aside, and let his two middle fingers slip inside her wet pussy. He moved them in and out before spreading her wetness over her clit, moving in small circles. Ben repeated the motion, in and out, then back to her clit. Over and over again, he did this same motion; each time, going slightly deeper and deeper, until he felt her pushing back against his fingers.
Ellie stood and turned to face Ben. He was expecting a kiss and reached for her, but Ellie was already going down to her knees and had both hands at the top of his boxers, pulling them down. The moment they slid over his cock, the freedom of it had him standing fully erect. Ellie wrapped both hands around the base of his cock and slowly began to stroke him. He felt her fingers gripping and moving up and down his shaft, and then felt her warm mouth engulf the tip, which made his eyes roll back in his head. Ellie began to lick the tip of his cock and slide it into her mouth.
The soft, warm touch of her mouth and the pressure of her hands were almost more than Ben could stand. He wanted her to continue, but Ellie could not take his full length in her mouth. He needed to push the full length of his stiff cock deep inside the wetness between her legs. Ben told her to stop and lifted her to her feet. He slid her panties off and pulled off her sweatshirt over her head. In the moonlight, he could make out the curve of her breasts and the shape of her nipples, as he directed her to sit on one of the barstools.
Ben lowered his head to kiss and lick her nipples as he caressed them. She spread her legs, and he moved in between them. Her hands made their way to his cock and guided the tip of it to her dripping-wet opening. He felt her sliding the tip of it from her clit down so that it almost went inside of her, but then she moved it back to her clit. Ben took one of her hands and moved it to his mouth, and began to lick and suck her fingers.
Her hips moved toward him, begging his cock to enter her. Ben felt the wetness of her pussy covering the tip of his cock, so he pressed his full length inside of her. Ellie arched her back and let out a moan, as she accepted him. Ben could feel her warmth and wetness covering him and wanted more and more of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him inside of her. With every thrust, their feelings of ecstasy grew. Together, they found a rhythm as the intensity built.
Ben caressed her breasts and pulled at her nipples as he felt Ellie pulling him deeper and deeper with each thrust. They both began to moan louder as they enjoyed each other. Ben felt her wetness covering his cock as he pulled it out, only to push past her wet lips and bury it deep inside of her again. Ben felt his climax coming just as Ellie began to pant and shudder with the tremors of her own orgasm. As Ben felt the hot cum pulsing through his cock, he continued pumping deeply inside of her. They held each other with the convulsions of a shared orgasm, connecting them both in a moment of bliss.
Slowly, the sound of the ocean waves and the gentle breeze crept back into their consciousness, creating another unforgettable memory.
