Ok so he is thinking about the beach. But not in the present. A recent beautiful day when the sun owned the blue sky. The glorious anticipation filled the air as he stole a kiss on the track of expectation. They found the place on the beach where the next few hours of flirting and physical touching would occur. What couldn’t be seen is the dreamy love making that was constantly being experienced in their minds and imaginations. It was just as powerful and there were moments where the dreams felt real. He adores her for the ways she thinks and how she expresses herself. He is overcome with the beauty of her body. Lost in her gorgeous eyes, her beautiful long hair framing the sweetest of faces. The hair drapes towards the magnificent breasts. In themselves and to him they are perfection. He wants to hold that body next to his. The devine vagina, the flower, it’s to be worshipped. How fortunate was he to experience it in full bloom, the sweetest of nectars released and on display.

On the rocks they talked and flirted and danced without motion. He beheld her beauty once again. On the tall rock she stood like a Greek goddess. He came towards her, the sirens song calling him. In front of her now he was in the midst of a beautiful moment. Risking all to be part of her directed his face towards the magnificent bossom. With lips pursed he took her erect nipple into his mouth and gently sucked the fleshy, hard rose. He felt his knees buckle under the moment and, once again, his penis became fully erect. Noting now that manhood had, for the whole day, been in various states of hardness, a physical expression that had never happened previously, such was her aura that day.

She expresses herself perfectly at that moment, making his arousal even more intense. “You just sucked my breast”. A notion of surprise and acceptance all at once (at least he hoped it was acceptance). He would never hurt her by crossing a boundary. But lost in the moment it felt right and was his way of communicating her beauty and how he felt about her and how he adored her body. He couldn’t feel the rocks beneath his feet, the heat of the sun or the scourge of time passing. All he felt was ‘her’.

So the question remains- if they found themselves alone what might have come? Would the years of desire have been unleashed in an indescribable moment in the sun? Would they be ready? Would they dare commit to this bond, this unity, to quench this insatiable thirst for each other built up over years of undeniable passion - for one to take the other on equal terms where bodies and hearts finally finally finally meet? His cock ready from the time he kissed her. Was it preparing itself for something beautiful or was it uncontrollable around her. Her pussy so moist - was it not wondering about the possibility of accepting the love that was his shaft? Was the suck of the nipple and the kissing a means of foreplay as well as an expression of appreciation he had for being in her presence? Did she enjoy those moments? What if the fleshy head of his cock tickled the lips of her pussy, nudging her clit ever so slightly? Would it be too much or would they pull away?

Would they fly away into ecstasy as he entered her or would retreat back to the beach? Would they kiss each other passionately as she felt him inside her or would they take a swim to cool off. Would she again experience his mouth lightly biting her nipples as the thrusting in and out took them to another place? Or would they sit on the rocks and wait for the feeling to pass? Would they let themselves go and moan in a state of pure desire? Would they experience each others bodies and taste the forbidden fruits of the desirable rhelms, pleasuring each other with mouth and tongue? Would they climax together, cum over each other in wave after wave of passion? Or would they just pack up and leave?