A Horse and a White Bikini
ON FRIDAY MORNING, THE kids left, I wrote a report of what we did, and then I packed up a daypack with a huge towel, sunscreen, water (in a reusable BPA-free bottle), organic berries from the ranch, my phone, and my e-reader. I put on my white bikini under my cut-off jean shorts and white t-shirt and set off to the beach, a hot twenty-minute walk.
This beach featured a small cove, with bluffs on all sides and rocks heading into the water, no one around on any side for miles. I lay out my towel, stripped off my shorts and t-shirt, and ran into the water to cool off and wash off my sweat from the walk. Oh, was it cold! Although it was a sunny June day, the Pacific Ocean felt arctic. I splashed around for just a minute, did a handstand on my way back to my towel, and flopped down on my back, sunglasses on, and my earbuds in with dance music on my phone. Goosebumps covered my skin from the frigid water and my nipples puckered. I wanted the sun to warm me up, and fast.
After a moment, I sensed a shadow over my face.
I opened my eyes and saw Will standing over me, wearing a green Justin Workboots trucker hat, which barely controlled his hair, a tight, faded red t-shirt, and his usual jeans and boots. I tore out my earbuds and hoisted myself up on my elbows, looking up at him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Heard you went to the beach," he said, his expression unreadable. "Thought I'd give Thor some exercise."
"Your horse is named Thor?" I laughed, took my sunglasses off, and looked around. He'd tied the horse to a post at the edge of the small beach area.
He ignored my comment and looked my body up and down, his dark eyes now intense. "You can't do this to me," he said, and he crouched down next to me, rocking back on his heels.
"Do what?" I asked, only partially innocently, since I was sticking my chest out at him, determined to mess with him every chance I got. Guess this was also my way of getting him back for his naked torso display the other day.
He shook his head. "Display your sexy body like that and not expect me to touch you."
"Go right ahead, cowboy," I said, and the words were barely out of my mouth when he took off his hat, put it on backwards, kneeled, leaned over, and kissed me, pulling my wet body to his dry one and holding me to him.
This was a sweeter kiss than the one we shared almost a week ago, but no less energetic. As he kissed me, with plenty of tongue, I kissed him back, feeling his hot lips on my cold ones. I was getting his t-shirt wet, but, typical Will, he didn't seem to care. Instead, he ran his fingers from my ear down my neck to my shoulder, and he broke apart from me, looking to trace the dove tattoo on my collar bone. Without saying anything, he pushed me gently back down on the towel, threw his hat down beside us, and trailed his fingers down my side, lingering on the Noah's ark and all of the animals. Then he leaned over and traced this tattoo with his tongue and his lips, talking against my skin, "You taste like the ocean but it's so good."
Fuck. This man. So fucking sexy.
I let him touch me and felt the sensations of his rough hands going over my body. He moved his body over mine, between my legs, careful not to get any sand on the towel, holding himself over me, kissing me from my belly to my face. Then he brushed a hand over my left breast, holding himself up with the other one.
"Yes," I whispered, and then any self-control we had—minimal as it was—snapped.
He pushed my bikini top to the side, and cupped my breast, sucking my nipple hard, harder than it’d ever been sucked before, and fuck me, I loved it. It sent a sensation down my body straight between my legs. After lavishing attention on one side, he switched to the other, and the sucking made me wet, this time from me, not from the ocean.
"You taste so fucking good," he said against my breast. "Salty but not. It's so good.” He nibbled his way up my chest and to my ear, which he bit lightly, and sucked.
Fuck, that felt good too.
His hand started to wander, as he felt my shoulder, grazed my arms, and held my hand, squeezing it gently.
He held my hand.
And then, he moved his hand over to my belly and kept going down.
I got wetter.
"I don't have a condom," I whispered.
"For what I'm thinking, we don't need one," he whispered back. "I wanna taste you."
Fine by me.
His hand went into my bikini bottom and aimed for the exact right place. I let out an involuntary breath. He rolled my clit with his thumb while he stuck two other fingers inside me, and that felt amazing. He rhythmically stroked me with his fingers, and then he stopped, kissed me again on the lips, and headed down my body. Leaving me turned on and bereft, he grasped the sides of my white bikini bottom in both hands and gently nudged it down, fully exposing my star tattoos on my hip bones. He let out a breath and reverently kissed one and then the other, and then pulled my bikini down all the way off of me, kneeled between my legs, and started licking me, clutching my ass with one hand.
He lapped me the entire way up my sex, tongue wide and wet, and I almost lost it just from that move alone. Then he did some sort of swirly, rolly thing with his mouth. I don't know what it was, but I didn't want him to stop and I told him so, loudly. He kept his fingers going for good measure. So, between the wide lapping of his tongue, the swirling and teasing, and his fingers in the exact right spots, it didn't take me long to come.
When I come, the world shuts down. I can't hear anything, I can't see anything. There is only my body, there is only tension, there is only the sensation of clenching all over, and then there is this sweet release, that lets it all out, flooding my entire body with pleasure.
God, that felt good.
But Will Thrash wasn't done with only one episode of Sex on the Beach. He kept going with his tongue and his fingers, and he brought me over the edge again, and again.
Oh my God.
Finally, I had to tell him to stop because I thought I was going to die from the pleasure.
He leaned back on his heels and looked at me closely, a satisfied look on his face, dark hair messy.
"I want nothing more than to bury myself in you. Go out to dinner with me tonight. Want you in my bed after."
I was in no state to argue with him.
"But what about you?" I asked. "Let me return the favor."
"Tonight.”
He handed me my bikini bottom and I put it back on and adjusted my top. I can't believe I came in public. On the beach!
Exhibitionist.
Will carefully lay down next to me, staring at the sky, until my breathing regulated, and then he grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Do you want to go back with me now or are you going to stay here?"
"I'll stay here for a while.” I needed to think about what just happened.
"'Kay," he said, getting up. "Come get me at the ranch house when you want to go to dinner. Let's leave around six, ‘cause it's a drive."
He kissed me, and I could taste my arousal on him. Then he put his hat back on, ambled over to his horse, got on, and took off up the bluff.
I lay on the towel, feeling sated and warm, and looking forward to a date with Will.