The sun was high and hot in the sky and Evangeline happily wriggled her toes in the sand. Her friends were out there broiling in the heat, walking up and down the beach looking for guys, but Van sat in the shade of her umbrella and let the boys and men come to her.
At least a dozen had paused to check her out in the last five minutes as they walked past, their attention arrested by her raven hair and brown smooth skin and her athletically trimmed body and full breasts, which swelled against the thin fabric of her bikini swimsuit and revealed a vertingous stripe of cleavage. A deeply tanned teenage boy even showed a boner through his trunks as he watched her rub the suntan lotion on. Poor baby, van thought to herself, and wondered if maybe he'd like to smooth the lotion on her back. No, he was too young, too excited and she was far from being a pervert pedophile, but even if she smiled or said so much as hi, he'd lose his load in his pants.
Oh, she was feeling very full of herself today, wasn't she! She and five of her friends had come to the shore for a long girls-only weekend, six hungry femmes-fatale on the prowl. They'd stopped at a Boots Chemist store before leaving and laughed as they bought a variety of condoms and lubes and oils, confident that by the time the weekend was over they’d find use for them.
And Evangeline was hungry, hungry for a man, a man she could play with and tease and torture until he begged for it. Men kept looking at her, and she looked back, and it was always the men who looked away first. They sensed that they were the prey, and none approached her. When the time came, she'd make the first move. And second, and the third, until the poor guy was writhing under her touch and willing to do whatever in the world she wanted.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was cool in the shade but her pussy was warm and she couldn't help crossing and re-crossing her legs. She thought about taking a dip in the ocean, but she was enjoying this sensation, of being just on the edge of acting out on her impulses. She could wonder into the water, swim up to some man, let her hands fish beneath the waves and feel his shark rise to her baited hook. She was going to have sex tonight, she knew she could get any man she wanted just by going up to him and touching him, speaking his name.
He'd be able to smell the lust on her, and whoever he was, he wouldn't be able to resist.
A guy probably late twenty’s mid thirties came into her field of vision, and she kept her eyes on him. She'd seen him before, sitting in a group just a few yards away. Tall, broad-shouldered, and freshly tanned. Evangeline guessed he was three to four years or so older than her, a mature buck full of energy and not short on experience. Oh, the things they could teach each other...the things she ‘WOULD’ teach him...
He ran his fingers through his slick dark brown hair almost black and grinned, all she wanted to see was his eyes now. Yet he didn’t remove his shades, however he had a sexy bashful smile, framed by his goatee and as she watched him walk over to his friends he said something and they all laughed. So he had a sense of humor...she liked that. She liked that very much.
He toweled off and took a seat that faced her at an angle. He picked up a book, and started writing. Evangeline watched him, watched the calm expression on his face as he wrote, and she felt a sudden urge to learn what his face was like when he wasn't so calm. Like when he was Cumming as she furiously masturbated him with oil-slick hands...
She wanted him. She wanted him and she would have him. She made up her mind on the spot. She would have him in her hands, in her, in her pussy, and once she had him totally under her spell she would indulge herself and make him do anything and everything she wanted.
She stared at him from behind her sunglasses. His head was tilted down...but she had the strange feeling that he was staring back at her behind those shades. She couldn't see his eyes, but as she watched she noticed that he wasn't writing in the pages of his book. Was he staring at her? What a naughty thing. Very naughty. Looking at her like that. Maybe when she got him alone she'd strip him and move behind him and jack him off from the rear, denying him the sight of her luscious body as her fingers moved up and down his cock...and another of her fingers plunged in and out of her centre, then giving him it to taste That would teach him to behave...
She felt an overwhelming need to touch herself. Her nipples tightened beneath her suit. She had to do something, right now. But he wasn't alone, a half-dozen of his friends, both men and women, were lounging around next to him. Then a shadow fell next to her and she looked up to find her friends had returned.
"Lots of action around here, Vange lots of action," one of them crowed.
"We're gonna walk up that way, wanna come see all the hotties, hunkz?"
Evangeline didn't want to see a hottie she wanted to fuck a hottie. She had to be touched, or touch herself, right now….
"I think I'll just stay here and let the sharks find me," she said. And then she added… "I think I need to visit the little ladies room too. Maybe I'll wonder up that way and bump into you gals on the way back."
They said their goodbyes and walked away. Van stood, adjusted the
Straining elastic of her bikini suit top, and reached for her bag. She strolled as she walked down the beach to the rest rooms to find a stall to release herself of an orgasm. She couldn't stand it anymore. She had to come.
She looked back once at the man and she was convinced he was staring at her, even as he seemed engrossed in his thinking. She stopped and bends over pretending to get something, giving him a great view of her. No reaction. She tossed her hair, and turned slowly, and headed down the beach to the restrooms.
She breathed in the fresh air and sighed. She wanted sex, and this would be a poor substitute. But without this release she was liable to attack some poor fellow and leave him a quivering wreck smeared with her scent of the hunter hunting the prey. Maybe two friends. That’d make them a threesome. Mmmmmm, a threesome she’d never had one but had fantasies about it, being with two guys at the same time, yes, that might be enough to satisfy her, one in her pussy, one in her mouth both taking turns , two hard cocks shivering and straining as she made each of them capitulate...
"Excuse me, are you headed for the rest rooms?" a deep husky man's voice asked.
Evangeline whirled so quickly she nearly fell down. The man who had been writing was standing next to her. He was a bit taller than her, and she liked that. She liked his strong legs, his sexy lips framed by his goatee. She liked the way he was looking at her she could feel it, even though he was wearing shades.
"I am, yes," she admitted.
He shook his head…. "That's much too far and you seem in a hurry. The house my friends and I have rented is just of beach. Come with me."
He took her by the hand and led her toward the paved steps leading off the beach. He didn't ask her if she wanted to use the bathroom in his house. He didn't offer. He just took her hand and led her as if she was on a leash. And here she was, obediently following him. Her legs felt weak. But her insides felt thrilled her pussy throbbed as it was on fire.
He didn't say anything as they walked, nor did she. She took a few nervous breaths, they rounded a bend and he gently helped her up the steps. Their house was indeed the first one right off the beach, a cottage style place with a huge roof and a wide deck extending from the ground floor.
What was he going to do with her? Take her inside and fuck her? Oh, that would be glorious, exactly what she wanted. Just the thought of him plowing her while lying on cool white sheets nearly made her faint. Five minutes before she'd been thinking about how easy it would be to lure some silly man into her web. Now some man she didn't know was leading her by the hand into...what? She didn't care. She was under a spell and she was powerless to resist him.
There was a wooden shack at the rear of the house and the man led her round there. Was that the bathroom?
"I'm sorry, before you go in you'll have to wash the sand off."
"That's fine," she rasped, her throat dry with anticipation. He unlatched the door and held it open. She walked inside...
And he walked in behind her. Closing and latching the door tight.
The stall was big enough for one person to shower comfortably. For two people, especially two tall people, it was a tight fit. She was facing away from him, toward the showerhead, and he reached around her to turn on the spray. He pressed close against her as he twisted the lever and his chest pressed against her back. She leaned her head back and let the water cascade across her face.
He reached up and smoothed her hair wet hair out of her eyes…
"You're covered in sand," he said,
His voice impossibly calm, as his hands rose to her shoulders then moved down the length of her arms. She was powerless now, she couldn't move, but she didn't need to because the man could apparently read her mind. She wanted him to strip off her suit, to free her breasts, and in that instant he slipped fingers under the straps and pushed them off her shoulders. He eased them down her arms and her straining breasts bounced free, settling into his warm, waiting palms.
"You have sand all over you," he said again, and Van wiggled her hips as he gently tugged her bikini bottoms down over her ankles. He went down on his knees and helped her step out of her them, and as he rose to his feet Van felt his tongue touch her skin at the back of her thigh and trace a line up and over her buttocks, to the small of her back, ending at the nape of her neck.
"Oh Jesus in heaven," Van moaned.
She tried to turn around but he blocked her with his chest and forced her to face away from him again. He was still wearing his trunks and the fact that she couldn't see and touch his cock drove her half-mad.
"Hand me that bottle," he said softly,
And van reached out with trembling hands for a bottle of blue body wash.
"Oh God,"
She moaned again as he squeeze the bottle, tipping it over her breasts, and held tight as he squeezed out a huge amount of the viscous, fragrant liquid.
He set the bottle down and used both hands to work it into a lather that covered her breasts and shoulders. Evangeline spread her legs wide and braced herself against the walls of the stall as his strong, confident hands roamed all over her body. He didn't miss an inch, as he caressed her shoulders, her neck, her thighs, her stomach, and then he went down on his knees against and sudded her calves and ankles.
He stood up behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see him pulling the cord of his trunks and quickly pulling them down. He was wondrously erect, his penis especially long and quite thick and capped with a beautiful, detached mushroom at the head. Evangeline spread her legs wider, knowing that he was finally going to impale her with that gorgeous cock and she'd cum seconds later.
He didn't impale her. Instead he poured more of the body wash on his hands and turned his full, loving attention on her breasts.
"Oh God," Van moaned again, wishing she could think of something else to say but nothing else seemed appropriate. His chin rested on her shoulder and he leaned forward and gently kissed her earlobe. He kissed and nibbled at her as his slippery fingers tenderly caressed her erect nipples.
"You were teasing me down at the beach, weren't you?" he whispered into her ear.
"Yes!"
"Teasing me. Flashing these gorgeous breasts at me and more. Making me want to touch them. Need to touch them. To have you, weren’t you?"
"Yessssssssssss..."
His hands cupped her breasts and his fingers went wild over her nipples, tweaking and stroking them until Evangeline was half-crazed with need. There was a small seating against the side wall and Van rested her leg on it, opening herself wider to him.
"You can fuck me if you want," she said.
He laughed, but there was no humor in it.
"Oh, I know that baby but I am not going to give you want you want so easy."
She tried to twist away from him but he was stronger than her and not as slippery as she was he held her fast.
"Please fuck me," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me."
"I know you want me to fuck you. I knew you wanted to be fucked down at the beach. That's why I brought you here."
"To fuck me?" Van said hopefully.
"No! To do this."
His lips moved from her earlobe to her neck and his right hand slowly, slowly, slowly moved from her breast to her stomach.
"Oh yes, oh yessss, please touch me " she whimpered as his fingers descended onto her screaming pussy.
And then, oh God, his foamy fingers touched her clit. She pushed her hips forward as he let his fingers explore her. He didn't shove them inside her--instead he let them run up and down her furrow, moistening them with her juices before they slid up to and scissor clip and fondle the burning rosebud of her clitoris.
His fingers moved in slow circles around her clit, and just like that she was close to orgasm. She desperately reached back and tried to grab his cock, but he pressed himself against her buttocks and denied her the pleasure of touching him. He turned her away from the spray and crowded her even more, forcing her into the corner and effectively pinning her against the wall.
All the while he caressed her breasts and her pussy. "Please fuck me," she begged.
"No." …..he said, so terribly calm.
"Please,"….. she cried, and there were actually tears in her eyes now.
"No."…..He released her breasts, grabbed the body wash, and van heard a loud Squeessshhh behind her. He kept diddling her as he soaped her back and her ass, to which he now paid special attention.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" she panted.
"Of course I do," he said and pressed his erection against the small of her back as proof.
"Oh please let me touch you," van said again, she moaned,
"I want you ….please do it, put your cock inside me, please."
He said nothing for a few seconds, seconds he spent dancing his fingertips around her buttocks, his teasing fingers drawing from the front to the back.
"What's your name?" he asked.
She didn't want to tell him. She was so out of control she was afraid that if he knew her name she'd be his slave forever…..
"Angel" she lied.
His index finger slowly, but insistently, penetrated her core. She moaned, squirmed, writhed, but he held her tight and wouldn't be denied. Two fingers suddenly slipped inside her pussy and van started losing control….
"Your name isn't really angel is it? That's a lie isn’t it? I heard your friend say your name while you were teasing me on the beach. Taunting me with that wet phat pussy, teasing me with these beautiful breasts. I could see you staring at me. Thinking you was teasing me." He started thrusting into her pussy a little harder a little faster loving the slick feel of her sliding on his fingers …..
"Tell me your name….angel"
"Evangeline!" she whimpered.
"Do you want to cum, Evangeline?" he whispered so close to her ear.
"What I want is for you to fuck me right now!"
He forced his finger deep inside her …..
“I asked….Do you want to cum Evangeline?"
"Yes!... yes…yes!!" she sobbed. "But I want you to fuck me first!"
He pressed himself against the small of her back, pulled his finger out of her pussy, and started stroking her clitoris.
"If I fuck you now," he said, "what will I have to look forward to the rest of the weekend?"
Her orgasm overwhelmed her. She didn't moan, she didn’t whimper, she screamed. And screamed and SCREAMED, so loud she thought his friends would be able to hear her down at the beach. His touch was so soft but so SURE, he kept giving her pleasure until she was gasping and trembling and nearly drunk from the exertion. And when she was done, he carefully removed his fingers from her distended orifices, and gently turned her into the spray. She was covered in sweat, and once again he lathered her with the body wash, kissing her neck as he soaped her up.
It was a good couple minutes before Evangeline finally had her wits about her, the echoes of her climax still thrummed inside her until that point. But when her pussy was still she slowly turned around, her hands reaching down for his still erect cock.
But he'd just stepped away and pulled up his trunks ….
"I should get back to my friends," he said. "I'll leave the door open, so once you're dressed feel free to use the bathroom."
And just like that, he was gone.
She pulled on her suit, walked into the house (which was very nice and wondered which was his room) as she searched for the toilet. She really didn't have to go. She just needed to sit down for a few minutes. Once she felt ready, she got up, left the house, and walked back to her chair on the beach.
He was sitting there as if nothing had happened. She did the same,
Was he staring at her? Yes, she felt in tune with him now. He was watching her, watching her body. Wondering when he'd be ready to have sex with her.
She smiled a contented smile and decided she'd have to find a way to, oh ….seize the initiative. Her friends came back a few minutes later.
"Hey, there’s a bar down the way with a big outdoor deck, apparently it's the biggest party in town and lots of half naked men. That's our plan for the night."
"Sounds good," Evangeline said, loud enough for him to hear. And the corner of his lips curled just a bit, and that little smile told Evangeline that he wasn't quite in complete control of the situation. And she van had a few tricks up her sleeve. She grabbed her lotion and began to put it on taking her time, knowing that she'd have some time to think before deciding which one to spring on him tonight.
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