We made love in the shower, slowly, passionately, two souls connected, then slept. In the morning, Phoebe woke me up with her mouth on my cock. We moved into a 69 and lazily brought each other off. 

She wanted another shared shower, but I smacked her ass and told her I’d make breakfast while she freshened up. She kissed me deeply and made puppy dog eyes at me, but I held my resolve. I lent her a T-shirt and a pair of boxers for her to lounge around in afterwards. 

We had breakfast on the small terrace, coffee, toast and eggs. She looked content, at ease, the sun bringing out her freckles as we sat in the morning sun.

“I have to work until 3. Would you like to head to a nice beach just up the coast with me afterwards?”

“Nothing would please me more, Phoebe,” I said, meaning it.  She smiled, her black hair corkscrewed around her face, framing it perfectly.

She glanced at my watch. “Look at the time. If you hadn’t had your wicked way with me, I wouldn’t be in a rush!”

I slung on some clothes and drove her back to her house, a small terrace just off the main high street. She told me she lived with her parents, and a younger brother, but they valued her independence and wouldn’t give her a hard time about her overnight absence. I stole a quick kiss from her, promising to meet her by the clock tower just after 3.

I drove home, missing her dreadfully, and stood under the shower we’d made love in not 12 hours before. I filled the rest of the morning and early afternoon sitting in the garden, reading, made up a small picnic for the afternoon, then got changed into shorts and a T-shirt and headed out to meet Phoebe.

She was waiting with another couple of females. She was wearing a light blue sundress, her hair once again tied back in a lazy bun, sunglasses covering her eyes. She waved to me, said something to her friends; they laughed and waved, too. I waved back. Phoebe said goodbye to them and headed over to climb into the car. She leaned across and gave me a deep kiss.

“Have you missed me?” she asked, placing her hand in my lap and giving my groin a light squeeze.

“Desperately, Phoebe. I thought of nothing else but you.”

She smiled, took my hand and drew it up along her thigh. “I’ve been wet for you all day... my friends asked me why I was cheerful today; I told them my kitty was being taken care of by you.”

My fingers brushed the fabric of her underwear; I could feel the heat from her already.

“You are incorrigible,” I told her, scowling playfully. “Shall we skip the beach and go back to the cottage?”

“No, let’s not. I want you to see this beach, it’s beautiful.”

“Just like you, then?”

She laughed, letting go of my hand, and began to direct me to the beach.

We drove for about 30 minutes. The high cliff road suddenly dipped to reveal a golden beach cut into the v-shape of the land, the sun glistening off the clear blue water. It looked popular; there were plenty of families camped out on the sand.  I pulled into the car park and found a spot. 

Phoebe got out of the car and pulled off her sundress, revealing a blue and white striped bikini underneath. As with everything she wore, it looked stunning on her. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her waist, then beckoned me to follow.

We walked out across the sand, the breeze light, the waves gentle in the distance. She linked her arm in mine and gestured towards a spot on the far left of the beach.

“This way, we can find a more private spot.”

Intrigued, I walked along with her. We went out beyond the families, the paddleboarders, all enjoying the glorious sunshine until we came to what I thought was the end of the beach. 

“Ready for a paddle?” She strode into the sea; it was still shallow and barely covered her calves. I followed, the sea warm, the sand shifting beneath our feet.  We rounded the edge of the cliffs. Phoebe kept going around another piece of cliff that jutted out. She took my hand. “Look.”

Just around the corner there was a small, secluded beach, barely 20 feet square, the waves gently lapping the pristine sand.

“I used to come here as a kid, it’s as beautiful as I remember it.” Her face lit with joy.

“It’s amazing, Phoebe! No one would know it was here.”

She took my face in her hands, kissing me deeply, her tongue probing mine.

“Totally secluded, totally isolated, and we are totally, totally alone… Now, we have about 15 minutes before the tide cuts us off from getting back…” 

Before I could say anything, Phoebe sank to her knees and pulled my shorts down, taking my cock in her hand and slowly stroking it.  If she was looking for an immediate response, she wasn’t going to be disappointed. I’d been more or less semi hard since she got into the car. Phoebe kept her eyes on mine, licked her lips, and began to tease my cock. I could barely hear her moan of delight above the waves shifting the sand back and forth. 

Phoebe cupped my balls with one hand while taking me deep in her mouth, eyes flaring with desire. In no time at all, I was rock hard. Her head bobbed up and down, still gently gripping my balls as she did so.

I ran my hand down her back, releasing the skimpy bikini top, and she let it fall, her breasts free. I could see her nipples already stiffening, the dark buds erect against her small peaks. 

I moaned; god, she was so good at this. I counted to 60, watching her mouth and tongue working me almost to a frenzy. Once I got to 60 I pulled her up, kissing her, hands crushing her breasts.

I spun her around, and she gasped as I pushed her against the cliff face, her hands outstretched, her butt sticking out.  I dropped to my knees and pulled down the bikini bottoms, exposing her butt to me. I ran a hand up the inside of her thigh, fingers brushing her pubic hair and wet slit.

“Yes, that’s it, fuck, yes…”

I pressed my thumb into her moist pussy and roughly pushed her legs apart with my other hand. I kissed her butt cheeks, moving inwards, then ran my tongue over her labia before licking around her puckered ass.

She drew a breath. “God… that feels… you want that ass, huh?”

“Yes, I want every inch of you.”

“Fuck… later, okay, we don’t have time now…”

I pushed my head between her legs, savouring her warm juice, her musk filling my senses. My thumb wormed its way deep inside her, fingers pressed against her clit as I lapped away at her, then pushed my tongue deep between her lips. Phoebe pushed herself back against me, twisting slightly so she could put one hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer to her.

“Oh god… Yes, make me cum…” 

She shook as she reached climax, her juices flooding my mouth.  I had no idea how much time had elapsed but was conscious of the incoming tide, so time was of the essence. Standing, I rubbed the head of my cock against her sodden slit, then pushed hard inside her.

“Fuck… so deep…”

Phoebe held on to the cliff face as I pushed her over further. I caressed her breasts, giving them some attention, knowing how sensitive her nipples were, then gripped her hips as I began to thrust into her, feeling her tight walls gripping my cock. She dropped one hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. My balls slapped against her as I thrust into her, sweat beading on our bodies under the warm sun.

“Yesyesyes...”

Phoebe’s fingers blurred against her clit as she started to cum again, pressing herself hard against me, her pussy contracting. I felt my own climax building, keeping up the pressure, thrusting hard, and released deep inside her.  I groaned against her neck, kissing her back, hands caressing her softly as we both felt the glow of release.

“That… was amazing.” I held her, Phoebe’s legs shaking as I slid out of her.

She turned, arms around my neck, kissing me. “God, that was incredible. I feel properly… fucked.” She dipped a finger between her legs, cum leaking out of her.

I turned, looking at the tide. “We need to get a move on… hang on, you said it was coming in…” I was confused; there was more beach visible than when we’d arrived.

“Oh, yeah, that… that was a little lie… I wanted you to think you only had a few minutes, so you’d take control. Tide’s going out, we got here just after high tide. I’m local, I know these things… and you were amazing. Again.”

Her grin was infectious; I laughed with her. 

“You really are a terrible influence on me, Phoebe.”

She laughed and kissed me before running naked into the sea, diving into the water. I took a quick look around to make sure we were still alone, then ran to join her.