Chandler

“Never have I ever had sex in a body of water,” Amy said to me as we came up on the beach on the coast of Barcelona. The night was unseasonably warm for January, and I was very appreciative of that fact, because it meant we got to attend a beach party during Amy’s stay.

“You think it would even be possible?” I asked. “I mean, I know sex in the water sounds good in theory, but in practice wouldn’t it, you know, fuck with your natural juices? That’s what I’ve heard anyway.”

She rolled her eyes but laughed at my dirty comment. She was just over five feet and innocent-looking as hell, but that didn’t fool me. She had a dirtier mind than I did.

I let go of her hand as we arrived to the entrance for the moonlight party and handed the bouncer our tickets. The entrance was flanked by big flaming torches on either side of the man. He stamped the backs of our hands and then waved us through.

“After you, Squirt,” I smiled broadly down at Amy as I gestured for her to enter first. She rolled her eyes at the nickname I’d given her five years ago. But I wasn’t about to let it drop. At five foot two inches, she was a full foot and change shorter than me, so the name suited her perfectly.

She brushed her hand across my abs as she cut in front of me, causing my cock to twitch when I thought she might move it lower right in front of the damn bouncer. He nodded his approval at me as he watched us enter. I saw him steal a glance at Amy’s ass, and a feral jealousy stirred inside me. His eyes drifted quickly to the next couple in line though, so I played it cool and followed Amy onto the main beach area where everyone was already partying. I had to admit if I were a bouncer, I would probably be checking out Amy’s ass too. She was rocking a lime green bikini and her white shorts were basically see-through. With tonight’s heatwave, she hadn’t even bothered wearing a shirt.

We headed to the bar and grabbed a couple of Mojitos then found a spot closer to the ocean, a little further from the action of the people who had formed an impromptu dance crowd in the sand. Who was I kidding? I didn’t want or need to see anyone besides Amy tonight. I couldn’t give less of a shit what people were doing on the dance floor.

We would have our own little party, right here.

We stood side by side, and Amy nuzzled into my chest. “Did you ever think this would happen?”

I smirked. “Did I ever rub one out to thoughts of you actually accepting my advances? Of course. Too many times to count.”

She grinned and shook her head, pushing me away from her. “Can you ever be serious? We only have a week together, and I want to know what you’re really thinking.”

I bit my lip and nodded. Beautiful as it was that we’d finally gotten together, it was a tad painful to remember that Amy only wanted me for one week. Squinting off into the distance, I took a sip of my drink, trying to distract myself from such somber thoughts. “Okay, I’ll be serious. It wasn’t just that one time you caught me. It was several times that I pictured you squatting over me with that tight little pussy of yours and cumming all over my cock.”

She rolled her eyes and tried to push me away again, but I grabbed her, wrapped her up in my strong arms, and brought her body against mine. She squirmed and writhed, but when I kissed her she caved, wrapped her arms around my back and squeezed me.

She scratched my back a little with her nails and I grunted. I loved how raw Amy could be with me.

I pulled back and took a moment to just stare at her while holding her in my arms. She fascinated me. The one woman who’d resisted my charms--and she’d done so not for hours or days or weeks. It’d taken me five years to break down her walls. And I had to admit that made this feel a whole lot sweeter.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and let her head rest against my chest. With the music in the background, and the ocean before us, something just felt so right about Amy and I. The sounds of the ocean waves were so soothing, I barely even noticed the figures walking toward us along the shore--a couple.

When they drew closer, I recognized one of them--and my heart about jumped out of my chest. No. Not here...for the love of God. I tucked my head down onto Amy’s shoulder, trying to avoid this situation, but hiding from her was futile.

“Oh. My. Gosh. Chandie!!! It’s me, Raquel!”

I cringed at the nickname she’d given me as she jogged up onto the sand and just about bowled me over, pressing her fake tits along with the rest of her body into me.

I didn’t reciprocate much, but I stole a glance at Amy, and her expression was like ice. I tried to push Raquel off, but she clung as close to me as she could.

“Oh, are you here with a friend?” Raquel asked, in that bubbly tone, as if she hadn’t fucking noticed that I had my arm wrapped around Amy.

“Raquel, this is Amy,” I grunted, and froze. Clearly Amy was pissed, if her cold as hell gaze was any indication. Amy and I hadn’t discussed titles, other than the fact that Amy was obviously not about to uproot her life in Chicago, and obviously had a problem with long distance relationships. I decided, might as well fuck with Raquel as much as possible. “She’s my wife.”

Amy’s grip around my waist tightened. Raquel’s jaw dropped. “Oh. I didn’t know you were…” she glanced down at mine and Amy’s ring fingers, which were both clearly bare. And I swear I caught her trying to steal a glance at my cock in my swim trunks, which had been hardening minutes ago--everything to do with my fake wife, and nothing to do with my old hookup.

Amy’s smile brightened. “Yeah. We got hitched a few days ago, actually. Still waiting for the rings.” She shrugged. “It was mostly a money thing--I love guys who are loaded. You know what I mean?”

I swallowed, it was all I could do to keep from dying laughing at Amy’s deadpan sarcasm and the look of utter shock on Raquel’s face. Still, Raquel didn’t back down.

“Ah, well, that’s great. That’s really great you two found each other. You seem really nice.” The way Raquel said the last word somehow insinuated it was an insult. I could see Amy cringing as the two girls exchanged cold, icy stares.

“Hey Raquel, you coming?” the guy she’d left asked from several feet away, his voice weak.

“I think your boyfriend is waiting for you,” Amy said with a noticeable attitude that I hadn’t ever heard from her before.

“Oh, that’s not my boyfriend,” Raquel smiled, her tone overly cheery. “I don’t date guys like that. Or do anything with guys like that.” She ran her hand over my bicep, and I swear I thought Amy was about to jump across the sand like a lioness and claw her.

“Have a nice night Raquel,” I said evenly.

She let her hand linger another couple of seconds and squeezed my arm. “I’ll be hanging out at the bar later if you and your...wife or whatever want to have a drink. I’d love to catch up.” She fluttered her eyelashes and mercifully left Amy and I alone again underneath the moon and the stars, the buzz of people and music distant in the background again.

I opened my mouth to speak to Amy, but no words came out. As good as I was at charming the pants off of women, this was beyond my skill set.

“Chandler,” she spoke slowly, spinning her body toward me, forcing me to look her in the eye. “Am I a nice girl? Is that what you think of me?”

She said the word nice just like Raquel had; in a way that made it seem almost a bad thing. “I don’t know if anyone is totally nice or not nice,” I babbled.

“You have so many exes…” she trailed off. I ground my teeth.

“I don’t think ‘exes’ are the best way to describe them.” How could I make Amy understand that every time I had been with another girl over the past five years, I’d pushed them away just because I knew Amy was still out there, and no one would match up to her? It felt so sappy in my head, and I couldn’t figure out the right way to tell her. “They were barely blips on my radar.”

“Is that what you think of me?” she looked up, her eyes begging for my love.

“Fuck no, Squirt.” I pulled her in close to me and wrapped my hands around her thighs, picking her up and wrapping those gorgeous legs of hers around my body. “You’re just...you’re you. You’re my girl.” What else could I say without coming on too strong?

She nuzzled her little head into my neck, and I inhaled her feminine scent mixed with the warm salty breeze of the ocean.

“You know,” she whispered. “I’m not actually that nice. After what you did last night in the church courtyard, I’ve had some very naughty thoughts about what I’d like to do to you. For you.”

“Oh?” I arched an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

I gulped down my Mojito until there wasn’t a drop left. Amy had shown me glimpses of how naughty she could be, last night being a fine example. But if she was thinking about something in that pretty little head of hers, I damn well wanted to know exactly what it was.

She took me by the hand and led me back toward the bar area. Amy knew I loved to dominate the fuck out of her, but I also loved it when she took charge. She was small but she knew how to take over and I loved it.

“Remember the time I...watched you?” she said with slight hesitation.

I chuckled. “Like I could forget the time I rubbed one out to you while pretending like I didn’t see you right in front of me, enjoying my every move.”

“Right,” Amy swallowed as we arrived to the bar. We ordered two shots of Fireball then two more Mojitos. While we were waiting, we sat on barstools and swiveled toward each other. She put my hand on her inner thigh, teasingly close to where I knew she wanted to feel me. We clinked our glasses, took our shots, and grabbed our Mojitos. Amy stood up, and I followed suit. She still hadn’t finished her train of thought about what she was planning, the bartender having interrupted us.

“So what are you planning?” I asked again.

“Chandler...I kind of discovered that I like it when there’s a possibility of getting caught. Like when you caught me looking in at you.”

Her tone dropped off at the end of her sentence, and like Pavlov’s fucking dog, my cock started to get hard. Whenever the wheels in Amy’s naughty little brain began to turn, I couldn’t help it.

“So you want to get caught? You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

I noticed we were making a beeline for the bar where Raquel and her boy toy or friend zoned doofus were standing.

Basically, they were at a makeshift wooden bar about twenty feet long that had been stacked right next to the ocean, just barely out of reach of the waves.

She smiled broadly as we approached them, our Mojitos in hand. “Oh, you actually came to join us,” she said. “So nice of you.” Raquel said the word with the same bite she’d used earlier.

Amy shrugged, her smile overly jovial as she walked around to the other side of the bar. As soon as we got to where Amy wanted us, she casually removed her hand from my waist then slipped her delicate little hand into my swim trunks and maneuvered dangerously close to my cock, right as we turned to face Raquel and boy toy. It wasn’t lost on me that they’d have a hard time seeing anything going on beneath the belt.

Raquel said some more words, leaning toward me. I nodded like a good conversationalist, but I didn’t have a fucking clue what she was saying. All I knew was the love of my life was standing right next to me and had inched her hand down to the base of my cock and started to lightly stroke me up and down my rigid length.

I zoned back into the conversation. “So Chandler, I always thought you’d end up with a nice woman for a wife.”

My eyes were glazed over. Amy was literally stroking my cock back and forth in front of Raquel. It was all I could do to keep from making sex growls.

“I...do...like...nice girls,” I managed to grunt.

“Yes. And ever since we’ve gotten married, I’ve been extra nice to my hubs.” Amy said, then smiled and kissed me, raking a hand through my hair. “I mean. We’re still waiting to have sex, of course. But other than that, I do everything I can for him.”

I swallowed, trying to give Amy the evil eye, but it was impossible as she glided her hand along the length of my cock, now slick with a little of the precum she had spread over my hardness.

“Oh,” Raquel was obviously taken aback by Amy’s comment. “Well, I hope you can handle that Chandler. I mean, a man like you deserves to be taken care of every day.”

Amy finished off her Mojito. “Anyway, I’ll leave you two to catch up while I go for a quick dip in the ocean. Unless you want to join me Raquel?”

The way she said it, she hadn’t indicated I’d even been part of the invitation. It was odd, but I went with it. Amy winked at me, shimmied out of her white short shorts, and took a running start before she dove into the ocean, leaving me with blue balls and an open jaw.

The woman was as gorgeous and naughty as she was mysterious and vexing sometimes.

I turned back to Raquel. “So how long have you and uh, this guy been dating? What’s your name man?”

The guy was about to say something when Raquel cut him off. “His name is not important.” The guy’s shoulders slumped, and I felt a little bad for him. On the other hand, if he was going to let himself be pussy whipped by Raquel that was his prerogative. “I like real men, Chandler. Men like you.”

She reached her hand across the bar and gripped my forearm.

“Raquel. We’ve been through this. We are very done. Not like we ever even got started, anyhow.”

Where the hell was Amy? I thought about turning, but didn’t. I just looked at Raquel’s siren-like gaze. Once upon a time, I’d found her attractive. Now, she just looked ridiculous, with her pathetic attempt to blatantly hit on me in front of another girl who I truly liked. She made a sort of Blue Steel face at me, trying to shimmy toward me with those fake tits of her, and I actually felt my boner go down. What I really wanted was Amy; a girl I had a genuine connection with. A girl I had a past with.

Raquel began droning on again, when suddenly I felt someone tugging at my shorts. I looked down in a panic. Amy was sitting on her ass underneath the makeshift bar, her finger against her lips in a “shush” gesture as she slowly tugged my board shorts down.

“Everything alright?” Raquel asked while twirling her hair.

I felt Amy’s mouth work kisses up my leg until she arrived squarely on my cock, wrapping her lips around my tip.

“Oh I’m great,” I croaked as Amy started to suck me. “Hey.”

I let out a weird grunt. A sex grunt. I couldn’t hold it in any more. Amy was vigorously bobbing her head back and forth on my cock while stroking me with her hand at the same time.

“Hey…?” Raquel imitated, and I wondered how long it would be until she looked back over my side of the bar to check what was going on.

“Hey. Raquel. Can you do me a favor? My drink is empty,” I said, mustering all the self control I could while my cock was seven inches deep in Amy’s throat. I glanced down and caught a glimpse of her on her knees. Apparently, this was her naughty fantasy; to pleasure me right in front of Raquel. Amy was a little voyeur. Technically, it was my fault for starting it all five years ago.

“Sure.” She motioned to her boytoy. “Go get us two Mojitos.”

“No!” I barked. “Raquel, I want four total. I’m thirsty. Really want...ungh. Want to have a good time tonight.”

“Oh?” She said, nodding. “That sounds good. Yeah, sure. I guess I can walk with him. Be right back.”

I exhaled in sweet relief as Raquel left, finally leaving me and Amy alone.

“Mmm,” Amy said when she took her mouth completely off of me. “Salty. I can’t tell if it’s you...or the ocean.”

“Fuck, Amy, I mean I knew you were a sweet girl, but I never knew you were this naughty.”

“You bring it out in me,” she said, licking her lips.

I stepped out of my board shorts. “Lose the swim bottoms,” I growled at her. She didn’t hesitate. “And the top too, fuck it.”

“Come on,” I took her hand and led her into the ocean, the water washing against our ankles, then up to our knees as we waded in deeper, both of us completely naked.

“But Chandler,” she whispered. “Won’t people see us?”

I looked back at the people on the beach. It wasn’t like people were right in front of us, though the moonlight was out in full force and we were totally exposed in the open ocean.

“Yeah, they might. Let them,” I said as we waded a little further into the water. When we were not quite at waist length I stopped.

“You sure we can do this? It’s not going to be good for my natural juices.”

I laughed. “There you go again worrying. I got this. Thank God you’re tiny. Just hop up.”

“I’m not that tiny,” she said as she grabbed ahold of my shoulders. “I’m voluptuous.”

I shrugged. “Well thank God I’m huge then.”

She giggled. “You cocky bastard. Shush.”

“I was talking more about my height than my...oh, fuck it.”

I grabbed Amy’s hips as she held onto my shoulders, I helped her ease onto my cock.

“Mmm, Chandler,” she purred as she worked herself down onto me. “You’re cocky, but you back it up.”

I gave her ass a nice wet slap and she moaned as she wrapped her legs tighter around my waist. So much for keeping it quiet. Oh well.

“They’re going to hear us,” she whispered in my ear. I kept her pussy above water, but the bottom of her ass kept dipping into the ocean, splashing the water.

“I could give two fucks what anyone hears or thinks about us right now,” I groaned.

“Oh God…” she trailed off, and we made out in the water as she grinded her clit against me while I guided her hips up and down. It was awkward at first, but eventually we found our rhythm, and she dug her nails into my back.

I felt my cock reach deeper inside her with each thrust into her warm cunt. She clenched around me, the warmth of her wet pussy making my cock feel golden. My spine tingled with pleasure. I loved everything about this; especially the way I could barely make out the light brown color of Amy’s eyes in the moonlight.

“Oh fuck, Chandler, how are you even holding me up?” Amy purred.

“Don’t ask questions.” I growled. I was glad for the many years of tough basketball workouts I’d been put through, they were finally being put to good use. Sure, fucking while standing up wasn’t the easiest feat, but with my drunken strength and Amy in my possession I felt like I could go all night.

“Alright,” Amy answered.

I felt her chin nuzzling against my shoulder, so I dug my fingertips into the flesh of her ass as she bounced vigorously on my cock.

“Chandler,” Amy cooed. All I could see was the depths of the Mediterranean Sea illuminated by the moonlight.

“What now?” I grunted.

“Raquel and that guy are back at the bar, and they can see us.”

“Let them watch,” I groaned. “I want them to see.”

That seemed to turn her on even more. She started bouncing harder, her tits rubbing against my chest and her nails biting into my skin as she chased her orgasm. It didn’t take long before her pussy clamped around me like a vice as she peaked, coming all over my cock while screaming my name. I held her body flush against mine, supporting her entirely as she came down from her orgasm.

“Chandler, I love...that” Amy heaved as she continued to rock her hips, tightening her pussy purposely on my cock. I started thrusting faster, feeling the tingling in my spine intensify. I wouldn’t last much longer after watching her come undone in my arms.

“Fuck, Amy!” I billowed as I came hard, balls deep inside her while her muscles continued to contract, milking every last drop from me.

After a few moments, Amy unlocked her legs from around my waist and slipped down my body until she was standing directly in front of me, both of us completely sated. With her in my arms, we turned to walk back to the shore and grab our swimsuits. I took my eyes off Amy, and saw Raquel and her boy toy standing at the bar still waiting with the four Mojitos I had ordered.