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Posted 2/08 [M 50] I was married to a beautiful blushing bride and spent our 10 day honeymoon on Grand Cayman Island. Prior to our honeymoon you could definitely say that our sex life was wonderful. and we would discuss our fantasies with each other, which made things even more interesting. A recurring fantasy for both of us was making love on a secluded area of the beach but with the chance of being discovered. Now we were actually in a place where we could possibly follow through for real with our fantasy. We ended up our honeymoon with not one, but TWO very exciting memorable moments.
The first time we were having dinner at an outdoor restaurant, I'd say was rather upscale. My wife, wore a one piece button down peasant dress with no panties and no bra. Needless to say the thought of her sitting across from me knowing what she wasn't wearing drove me crazy and before lone I was purposely dropping my napkin in order to bend down and look up her dress. We ended up taking a walk on the beach and under cover of darkness, sat on one of the hotel beach chairs. I sat down first, Denise sat in front of me. I was able to wrap my arms around her and sneak a feel of her breasts and slip a finger into her pussy. Naturally she was soaked by that time. I unbuttoned her dress, pulled it aside and she was completely exposed. Even though a few couples walked past us, it was doubtful anyone could see us, but you never know, right!?! We went back to the hotel and were practically fucking as we opened the door!
A few days later was even a better experience and I remember every detail. We had rented a car and decided to explore the lesser populated areas of the island, hoping to fulfill our lovemaking fantasy. We found a perfect secluded spot but knew even there someone might pass by; we were no more than 20 feet from the waters edge. I put the blanket down and proceeded to passionately kiss Denise as I started to remove her bikini (fortunately we had dressed for this moment, not certain if we would have the courage to follow it through!). Soon she was completely naked and I laid her on her back and asked her to spread her legs for me. She was so nervous and asked me to fuck her before anyone could see what we were doing. I insisted I would fuck her until she let me lick her pussy and gave her an orgasm. Ladies first, right? Anyway, that's exactly what she let me do and she never tasted any better than that day. She especially likes it when a alternately lick her pussy, clit, and asshole. I had my tongue on her clit and fingered her asshole and slipped it just inside and she could no longer hold back.
At that point she needed my cock inside of her - she always screams for me to bang her as hard as possible. Just as I was about to give her my load I looked up at happened to see someone walking toward us - another couple! I couldn't hold back and came harder than ever before. I'm sure we gave them great entertainment as they saw my wife's 38D tits moving to the rhythm of our fucking. They smiled as they passed by. We were just a "little" embarrassed but ever since we talk about it during our lovemaking. We can't wait to go back to our spot!

Posted 3/07 [M] I was on a free beach last Summer in September. I had been there for six hours and I had been relaxing. I was about to leave to go home by car when a young couple started making sex close to me. There weren't many people and the young man with his girl-friend were naked (like me). They started suddenly to kiss and to hug each other . The man fondled his girl's breast and thighs; the woman fondled her man's chest and legs.
Afterwards the woman started touching her man's genitals so that he had an erection after some minutes. She fondled gently his testicles and pulled his penis forward and back a lot of times. Finally they kept on kissing and hugging each other.
I couldn't help looking at them and - I must tell the truth - my penis became thick because I started getting excited.

Posted 7/03 [F] I read your sex at the beach and it brings back the only episode I have ever had at the beach. My boyfriend at the time and I went to Kona Hawaii and took our rental car off road to a little beach near Kona. We discovered that there was nobody in sight so we undressed and enjoyed the beach while being nude. We were sunbathing on our backs and then "Mike" began playing with my pussy and sucking on my nipples. I was getting wet and Mike had my juices flowing real good and rubbed it on my joy button and my nipples were hard as a rock as he sucked them. He was on his side and I looked over and saw his penis sticking out fully erect, and I remember how beautiful his penis looked. I then put him on his back and began playing with his penis, and as I had my hand wrapped around the shaft he still had about 3 inches still sticking out from my hand. I rubbed his penis up and down until he shot his load up and out. He was so excited he turned me onto my back and I bend my knees up and spread my legs and he went down on me until I had a great orgasm.

Posted 4/03 [M] We rented a time share in Grand Cayman Island from a co-worker of my wife, and when we got there were treated to a wonderful condo with a small beach down below.
We packed our beach stuff and hiked down the trail to the beach, and when we got there realized there was not a person to be seen in the entire cove. We decided to undress and enjoy the feeling of being nude outdoors. It felt great, and we both lounged around and talked and never worried that another person would see us. After about an hour, I got up and walked down to the waters edge and put my feet in the water, and as I stood there naked I became aroused, and I had a wonderful erection that was pointing up and out and bowed back like a banana. As I walked on the wet edge of the beach, my stiff penis waved about in small jerks and bounces, and I almost felt like I could ejaculate without being touched. My wife came down to meet me and I was happy to see her naked body coming towards me. She has a small frame but full breasts that bounced as she walked towards me. We were both standing there naked, and I looked at her nice skin, pubic hair, and breasts that had little goose bumps on them. My erect penis was still going strong and my wife looked down and noticed. She got up close and put one arm around me and reached down with the other and began rubbing my penis very slowly and gently. It felt so good standing there facing the ocean and getting my genitals massaged. It was wonderful as she smiled at me and played with me, and every now and then she would ask me if it felt good. As ejaculation neared, it almost felt like my penis got more erect, and when the time came for me to ejaculate, I pushed my hips towards the ocean, and my penis was pointing out at the surf. My wife's fingers were stroking my penis slowly back and forth tip to base when I felt the unbelievable contractions that sent the ejaculate out in 4 or 5 powerful spurts that shot out about a foot from the penis and into the ocean. This was one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had, and we then slid into the water and my wife reached under the water and washed my genitals off in the salt water. When we returned to the towels, my wife asked if we could try the female ejaculation manipulation, so I inserted a finger and began massaging her G spot. We had never tried this and I kept the rubbing as she lay there with her knees bent and feet on the towel. The manipulation didn't do much for her at first but many minutes later she was playing with her nipples as I massaged her g spot. After what seemed like 10 minutes later she suddenly opened her legs more, bending her knees outward, and as she said "oh my god" some fluid squirted out of her pee hole!
It looked like tea, and I was a little curious to what this fluid was. What a first time for two things for us. Sex outside is a must for us when we can do it again. Ejaculation into the ocean and female ejaculation made the trip a success.

Posted 9/01 [F] Well, this subject takes me back to many years ago. (almost 20 years ago) It was the first time I went to the Florida Keys with my boyfriend (who is now my husband of 17 years). I was 18 years old, and a student at a Massachusetts College. Bill (I am changing his name) and his family invited me to join them for their yearly trip to the Florida Keys. I had been to Florida only once before, but had no idea of the beauty the Keys would behold. His parents were very welcoming, very happy that I could join them for this vacation. We stayed at a camping resort, where Bill's parents had an RV in the park. His parents were careful to separate my and Bill's sleeping quarters. He slept in one room while I'll slept in another. But that couldn't calm the heat we felt between us.
Every moment we had alone, we found ourselves lost in one another. Mouths on mouths, hands roaming each others bodies. Mind you, we had been sexually active with one another before this trip, so to keep "in control of our senses" was very difficult. We longed to be alone. To find a place of our own.
One day, Bill and I went to the other side of the island where we were staying. There was a channel that lead to another Key. Midway between the channel there was a very small island. Unhabited by humans. One day, as Bill and I were exploring this side of the island we saw this small oasis, sparkling admist turquoise waters. We knew we wanted to reach it, but the tide was too high and the current too strong. So, we decided to come back the following day during low tide to see if we could wade out to our "island".
The following day came, and we reached the channel at the height of low tide. Bill gently took my hand and began to lead us out through the crystal blue water. I was a bit nervous, but my desire to be alone with him on this island erased all fear.
Slowly we waded across the water. First, ankle deep, then knee deep, and finally waist deep. Luckily the water didn't reach above our waist. Once we reached our "little oasis" we grasped one another and began to kiss. Soft at first, but then more passionate and more deeply. Before I knew it, I felt the sand beneath my back, as Bill's firm body pressed into my breasts. My nipples became erect with the pressure of his being. Our mouths were locked into a deep french kiss. The kind of kiss we could not engage in with his family around. Our tongues explored one another's mouths. As we kissed, I could feel the bulge rising in Bill's bathing suit. There was no one around. Only the sand beneath my body and coconut trees swaying above. I wanted him to take me in the worst way and he could tell, by the way my body responded.
As I arched up toward him in my skimpy two peice bathing suit, my pussy became so wet. God, there was nothing here but the two of us. How sensual, How sexy, How exciting! He slowly untied my bathing suit top and plunged his wanton lips on my erect nipples. First taking one, then the other. I felt darts of pleasure race through my body and settle in the pit of my stomach. My body arched up even further, giving Bill the signal that I wanted more. "Don't Stop!" I pleaded. Then Bill slowly removed my bikini bottoms as I reached to feel his hard nineteen-year-old cock in my hand. Throbbing with pleasure.
He turned over, placing his back on the sand as I sat astride his hips. My legs tightened over his hip bones as I raised my pelvis up so my hole was right above his throbbing cock. I slowly descended upon his prick. I was so wet, so tight, I wanted him so badly. It would take a little while for him to enter me completely. He pressed upwards as I pressed downwards, slowly, rythmically. My wet juices enabled him to enter, but I felt his great girth as he did. I moaned with pleasure and pain. God it hurt but he felt so good! I spread my legs wider and tried to relax my muscles a bit. He entered me deeper and deeper until he was in as far as he could go.
I was sopping wet between my legs. It dripped onto his thighs. He knew I wanted to fuck him like a jack rabbit and I did. No inhibitions, no one around, ....just us alone on this island. I slid up and down on his penis over and over. Pressing my tongue in his mouth, rubbing his chest. I could feel his hands on my breasts, tweeking my nipples. His prick overcame me...filled me to the fullest, my clit rubbed up against his hairy skin. I couldn't take it any more as I was thrashing away. Up and down Up and down. Until .....we both exploded. Letting out yells of pleasures. (It was a good thing no one was around)
We laid next to one another exhausted, spent. When we got up to leave I noticed that both my knees were bleeding. We didn't have any blanket or towel underneath us, and the sand rubbing against my knees tore the top layer of skin off. Bill and I wondered what we would say to his parents if they asked about my knees, and we came up with an interesting story. "I saw an octopus and fell on some coral".
Sure enough when we returned to the RV and his parents saw my knees, they questioned both us. Bill responded, "She got scared when she saw an octopus and fell on some coral."
Twenty years later, we still remember that special day and laugh about the fictious octopus I saw. Our dream is to someday return to that remote island and make love as innocently as we did that day long ago.

Posted 8/01 [M] Like so many couples with children, we frequently found ourselves wanting sex on the weekend - whenever we got the urge but unable to carry out our fantasies at home - so we would go to the beach ! -
The Gulf is pretty green-brown around Corpus Christi so we found that by wading into the water just a little ways(waist high) we could sit down in the surf, remove our swimwear(wife would remove her bikini bottom) and fondle each other while bathers frolicked around us - when we had enough foreplay and got too passionate we would ease ourselve into deeper water, my wife would climb onto me facing me and easing her wet and swollen pussy onto me - i stood with a medium wide stance, she wrapped her legs around my thighs just below my buns and would wriggle her ass or thrust herself on me - we got an added kick of seeing the bathers around us oblivious of the pleasures we were enjoying.
During the many times we made love in the water we did have some laughable experiences - one time a male seemed to become very curious and kept swimming near us - we wer both so aroused that we donned our suits, and went into the dunes nearby, shed our suits and mutually masturbated ourselves to orgasm(you have very sandy sex in the dunes without a blanket).
Another time my wife tried to mount me in the shallow surf but her motions were too obvious to the bathers and we gathered an audience.
It's curious that i visited your site today and saw the "beach" stories - it was just yesterday that a cybersex email partner told me of her sexual experiences at big shell beach on padre island - wild !

Posted 2/01 [M 40] I am a 40 year old male, husband and lover. I often remember fondly 15 years ago to our honeymoon..........
St. Maartin was pristine and tropically stunning. In December, the height of the travel season, there were alot of Europeans on holiday, evident by the gorgeous motor and sailing yachts stationed in the harbor. Our third day there, we had the hotel pack us a fabulous picnic basket which we took to the beach not to far away. We found 'our' spot off the main beach and more towards the rocky beach where there were isolated pockets of sand. After suntanning and a bit of french wine, cheese and fresh fruit I couldn't think of a more idealic spot to have my new bride. Already nude from sunbathing, we kissed a long time and my hands found every concavity she possessed. People on the main beach were sufficiently far away but there was a trail above us not more than 35 feet away. People traversed this trail in order to get to the next beach on the other side of the rocks which we were settled in.
I was thrilled when trail trekkers stopped momentarily to watch two lovers embrace and kiss. I laughed inwardly at the young men being nudged along by their female counterparts. On our blanket, I positioned my bride on all fours, her head pointed at the trail and her lush, firm and young ass waving high the air only to be caressed by the only hands that seem to be made to form to their delicious shape.
My new wife would not lift her head because she could hear the trekkers above her...and of course, entering her from behind, I had full view of their heated gazes. The pace was slow and sensuous and the rythm was divine. I wanted to drag this experience on forever to make sure it burned into our memories. My hands would occasionaly glide along the elegant and feminine curve of her tapering back and find the back of her head and her thick hair. It became a combination of massage and sex and was quickly becoming the most intense merger of our young lives. I can only imagine what we must of looked like: two young, tanned and oiled bodies coming together in a crecendo of passion, love and lust. I taunted my wife when I whispered to her that men, and women, were stopped on the trail to watch us. Her modesty permitted no verbal response, but she became immediatley soaked. I noticed men and couples shifting positions on the trail to capture a better view of our performance. I heard a shutter or two of cameras and I was on fire!
My tempo increased at the thought of entertaining our new admirers. I was lost in a haze of love, fucking and blissful imagery. The thrusts were harder and harder as I pounded her from behind. I alternated my views between our admirers and my hips striking the lovely cheeks of her curved ass which sent taut ripples across its tanned flesh. The sun was melting our flesh as I pulled out, fisted my shaft and poured out the most intense orgasm I ever had to date. I quickly re-inserted and just stayed there until we both just layed prone, me ontop of her and in her, and just rested there together. No one clapped or hooted...I really think they saw our love and intensity and just sat spellbound by our passion and unity.
It remains the highlight of our sexual experience and it place is forever embraced in our hearts and souls.

Posted 12/2/00 [M] I just read 'sex on the beach' in your web page and recalled a time that is good enough to share: Our favorite place to spend the summer was always at the dunes. My wife often took the children there and camped all week to let them enjoy the dunes and lake while I worked. One week I was getting anxious to be with my wife and finally joined them after the kids had retired in the tent.on Friday evening. I was ready and my wife was hot as hell, I could tell by her kiss and a little odor she emitted when she was ready. We got undressed and slipped under the sheets but couldn't do anything for fear the kids would awaken. we got up and walked out of the tent, naked as jay birds, and walked up the path to the top of the dune. The moon was glowing brightly and we both shined in the glow. I tossed down a blanket and we laid together, embraced in a love making position with her on top. I had a tit in each hand, caressing and fondling, she had driven me deep inside her and was starting to have one of her wildest orgasms, emitting little sounds of passion. I knew I could not wait and pulled her down on me as I came in strong pursts deep inside her. Just as I came she collasped on top and just then a troop of boy scouts, out on a late night march came around the dune grass right toward us. We laid there as each boy walked by followed by their leader who remarked as he walked away, "Sure better then a night out with the boys." We both laughed and walked back to the tent, able to sleep peacefully, wondering what the dreams were like for the twelve scouts that watched us in that passionate position.

Posted 10/3/00 [F] I have always been one, like many others that fantsized about making love on a beach. This summer my fiance and I got the opportunity to. It was wonderful. We were down in Florida and we decided to sit on the beach late at night to see if we could spot any sea turtles as they came up to lay their eggs. Someone had told me that they do this and I wanted to see for myself.
After an hour, we saw no turtles, but as I realized it was a secluded beach...no one else around....my fiance and I as we sat and watched the lightining off in the distance...began kising and fondling, until finally, the two of us realizing this was going to be a fantasy of both of ours come true, began to make love......it was wonderful.....we sat very close to the water....I could almost feel the water as it came near my feet and ankles......and seeing the ocean, so dark and mysterious with the lightning flashing off of it in the distance made the whole experience so erotic and passionate for both of us. Truly a night neither of us would forget!

Posted 9/4/00 [M] I took a 24 year old girlfriend of mine to beach cove that is hard to access. Nobody was there, and nobody can see the sand area where we put our blanket. We undressed and lounged around nude in the sun and fresh air, and it felt great being naked outdoors.
Then my girlfriend pulled out a "Joy of Sex" illustrated book, and began thumbing through the pages of pictures of people having sex. I read along with her and could not hide my arousal as my penis stiffened as I looked at some pages of people having oral sex. I thought I would take a break and take a swim, and when I stood up and walked to the water, I could feel the weight of my stiff penis bouncing around as I walked to the water.
When I returned to the blanket, my girl was rubbing her clitoris with one hand and rubbing her nipples with the other. She asked me to lay on my back, and she got over me "69" style, and took my penis into her mouth and began running her tongue around the head of my penis as I began stimulating her labia with my tongue. I could hear the ocean rolling in, and could feel the sun, and we were moaning as we kept the oral stimulation going. I every now and then would stop and look at her vulva. Her clitoris was revealed and was sticking out from her hood, and I sucked on it gently as she moaned out in the fresh air. I then got her off, and asked her to go on all fours facing the water. She turned to the water, got down on all fours and I pushed my penis in her pussy, and began moving my stiffness in and out of her wetness. It was so exciting to thrust inside her vagina and look down at the water rolling in.
After some great intercourse, my girlfriend did something she read in the Joy of Sex book that blew my mind. She asked me to lay on the blanket with my rear end up. She then inserted her finger into my anus and began massaging my prostate. I was in heaven as she slowly rubbed my "G" spot. I stopped her as I was ready to cum, and stood up and she once again took me into her mouth and sucked on my penis until I knew I was coming, she stopped the oral stimulation and stroked my penis until I shot my cum on her chest, and it was a turn on as I watched the semen drip down between her breasts. We then went into the water and washed off in the cold ocean water. Great sex outside.

Posted 8/1/00 [M] Sex on the beach brings back wonderful memories of the courting days of my wife and I. Way back at the dawn of time, my girl and I were watched like a hawk by her mother and as we had no car, we used to go for a walk along the beach after our evening meal. This was just about the only way we could get away from her mother. During the summer months in southern Australia, sunset was about 8pm and at about that time in the evening we would lie on the sand at the top of the beach very near to the line of vegetation at the edge. Of course, the talking would progress to kissing and cuddling and very soon the hormones would get out of control. We were only 18 & 20 at the time and had been sexually active for only a short time. After only a couple of times on the beach we progressed to full sex without any care as to who may have seen us. Looking back on it it is obvious that on average, someone must have seen us as the beach was really quite busy in the summer evenings. We had sex on this beach at least a dozen times and looking back I cannot but laugh at what we must have looked like. I guess that randy teenagers are the same in each generation but ours had few cars and little opportunity for private activities. We were too aroused to care. I am sure that our children and grandchildren were and are much happier with the choices they have today.

Posted 7/1/00 [M] Concerning the couple that had sex at the beach in the Bahamas, they fared better than we did. I certainly I agree with one of their conclusions: Sex is better on a mattress.
One sultry June weekend, we decided to get away from Washington's heat by going to a beach on Chesapeake Bay. The beach was fairly crowed when we arrived, but we quickly found a spot. I went to change into my swimsuit while Karen(fictitious) held down the fort. When I returned, I laid down on the blanket while she went to change. I noticed one of the guys near us nudge his buddy and point toward the dressing rooms. I figured Karen must be on her way back. I look up and there she was walking toward me looking like a Playboy centerfold. By the time she reached our blanket, I had a full erection. I told her how sexy she looked and the effect it was having on me. Karen, being rational, explained that we couldn't do it here, even under cover of the blanket, because too many guys were watching her.
Later we went into the water, but Karen was reluctant to go beyond waist deep. We wanted to have sex and thought about doing it in the water. Karen put her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, then carrying her, I proceeded to chest deep water where I began feeling her breasts. She put her feet down and began feeling my hard cock through my swimsuit. Her suit had a zipper down the back, ending at the waist. I unzipped it, pealed the top of her suit down around her waist, and playedwith her bare breasts. Karen slipped her hand inside my trunks and fondled my cock. Eventually she pushed my suit down around my thighs and started stroking me. I tried to push her suit down, but she stopped me, explaining it was difficult to pull over her hips. She was afraid that she might not be able to put it back on when wet, so I slipped my fingers inside the leg of her suit, and started fingering her pussy.
By now, we both were ready to fuck. Karen wrapped her legs around my thighs. While I held her ass in my hands, she pulled one of her leg openings aside to uncover her pussy, and pulled my cock against it. She pushed and squirmed against my cock, but the leg opening kept pushing my cock away from her cunt, and the salt water washed her vaginal lubricant away, making penetration nearly impossible. We managed to get about a half inch of my cock (not even the entire head) into her vagina, but that was as far as it would go. When we returned home, we went directly to the bedroom and had sex. It felt good when, with ease, my cock penetrated Karen to it's full length,something we couldn't achieve while in the water.

[M] On one of our trips north, we had stopped for dinner and, in going over the menu, Jan spotted a drink, labelled, Sex on the Beach. "That's for me, she said.
After we got back home she kept bringing up wanting to have sex on the beach here in Florida and finally we prepared for it. She packed a picnic basket with a couple of drinks in a thermos and part of her collection of 'toys'. Late in the evening, after everyone, had left the beach proper, we started out.
Now, at this beach, there is a boardwalk above the beach and when we got there, there were several small groups of people on the boardwalk, watching the moon come up in the east.
We went down onto the beach and found a spot that was out of sight from those above. We spread out a blanket and started to 'make out'. We had worn tee shirts and shorts...that's all. We had shed those and I was using one of her vibrators on her clit when I heard a noise not too far from us. Glancing over her shoulder, I thought I saw something moving around one of the trash barrels about 25 feet from us but there was nothing that I could make out in the dusk. It certainly wasn't a person.
We continued and she was fast approaching a cllmax when I heard the sound again. It was the sound paper makes when you crumple it up. Again I looked over at the trash barrel, just in time to see the biggest raccoon I had ever seen, climbing up to get into the barrel. It was joined by another, smaller raccoon and I suddenly realized that all the trash barrels were being searched for food and, to get to the next barrel, the animals would be heading our way.
I pulled the vibrator away, to the dismay of my wife, who promptly began to give me hell. "What's the matter with you, I was just about to cum"!
I explained to her that we had company and she looked over at the barrel just in time to see one of the raccoons emerge.
Needless to say, that was the end of our 'Sex on the Beach'. She scrambled back into her shorts and tee shirt and was head-ed back to the ramp before I could get my pants and shirt back on. I was left to pick up the basket and blanket. When I had finally gathered everything up and gone back up off the beach, she was waiting for me at the car.
We've never gone back for a second try.

The original letter - Posted 6/1/00 [M] Before we had children, my wife and I took a trip to a tiny resort called "Peace and Plenty" located on the island of Little Exuma in the Bahamas. To get there we flew from Nassau in a very small plane. How small is the airport at Exuma? Sufficiently tiny that on landing we saw the remains of several other aircraft that hadn't made it and which had been simply shoved to the side of the runway, left to quietly rust away.

"Peace and Plenty"'s claim to fame was both its lilliputian size and the fact the proprietors owned an uninhabited island about a mile away which served as their guest's beach for daily ocean swimming. A water taxi ran four-times-a-day and stocked a little bar on the far shore for their patron's refreshment.

We went there often and finally got up the nerve to succumb to every young couple's secluded island fantasy -- a whimsy we had avidly anticipated from our moment of arrival -- nakedly making passionate love in the surf on a deserted beach.

To find just the right secluded beach we hiked over a hill to the other side of the island, then just to be on the safe side, trekked a good ways further to what appeared to be a very secluded little cove.

We were utterly alone. None of the resort's guests who accompanied us on our (or earlier) shuttle(s) were within eyesight. No fishermen were casting lines offshore. All we could hear were bird and insect sounds; the gentle barely lapping surf as quiet as a windless night on a small pond; all we could see was the sky -- a pristine cloudless light blue, the sun intense, high on the horizon -- the sea, and, behind us the island's dunes.

At the water's edge, I took the lead; off came my suit. Two pairs of eyes again scanned 360 degrees, seeing just ocean, low dunes and beach frond greenery. My spouse nervously followed my initiative; peeling off her suit, dropping it to join mine at her feet. Another look around.

For the moment we were just two innocent skinny-dippers ready for a cooling swim. Drawing closer, we scanned the horizons a final time; not a soul in sight.

The first kiss, deep and passionate; the first embrace, my right hand below her waist, its fingers already fondling and probing the familiar warm wetness; her finger's encircling my always-ready hardness, her feather-light touch riding it up and down, exciting it further. Why wait? She gingerly settled onto her back in the gentle warm sea, her lower two-thirds in the water, her upper-third on the beach, the bathing suits pillowing and protecting her hair from the sand.

Eschewing further foreplay, I knelt beside, then gently mounted her, balancing easily -- elbows on the sand, knees in the surf between her spread v'ed legs -- and effortlessly inserted myself -- now surrounded by the ocean's own vast wetness -- into the sweet moist place I knew so well. Experienced lovers, we enjoyed long minutes having each other; finding the warm waves an exotic, erotic and provocative procreative accompaniment to our kissing, thrusting and pumping oscillations; surges that of course ultimately brought us to delightful and lovely mutual orgasm.

Eventually we relaxed and separated, now released from urgency, to swim and play in the shallow waters, in no rush to return to the baking sand.

It was great fun, no bones about it; but the fantasy of making hot-blooded naked love at the shore's edge is more romantic in the imagination and later retelling than the sun-glaring sandy reality. And, truth be told, there are definitely more comfortable places to have sex than on the shore of even a gently lapping sea.

First we discovered you get both sand and sticky salty brine in too many of the wrong places; particularly those intimate spaces that are best left smooth and slishy from natural moisture and which have no business having even the most minute amounts of grit or seawater, let alone copious quantities, deposited upon and into them.

And of course one of you quickly discovers that hard damp sand is nowhere near as soft and comfortable to lie upon as a familiar -- or even an unfamiliar -- mattress and bed. (Though, I suppose, if we'd had each other standing up, the waves lapping above my waist; then we'd only have had the salt water to contend with.)

And then there is the hot tropic sun beating down from overhead, roasting and burning too many body parts that unless you are a practicing nudist aren't normally exposed to its intense rays for that long. (At least there were no mosquitoes.)

And finally no matter how deserted your beach location you are still making love in flagrante delicto; eyes constantly, nervously, shifting from lover to over-the-shoulder. You are seeking what you hope you won't see. Your mate is whispering (instead of sweet nothings) words such as: "Are you sure no one's coming," a concern which definitely detracts from total concentration on the torrid matters otherwise at hand.

Happily, we cavorted undisturbed. No one came; at least, no one but the two of us. After which we skinny-dipped to get rid of most of the sand, washed our sandy-scratchy bathing suits and then put them on for the long trudge back.

On returning to wait for our water shuttle a final, lagniappe-style, frippery awaited us (or at least one of us.) We were treated to a bountiful eyeful of pulchritude courtesy of a small gaggle of well-endowed German ladies who were practicing their native way of enjoying tropic seas -- skinny-dipping en masse.

Of course it was utterly impossible for me not to stare at their huge boobs, shapely backsides and garishly hairy blonde, brunette and brown muffs. Not that they cared about their audience and notwithstanding my wife's entreaties I should avert my gaze (which, of course I didn't.) All in all it seemed an appropriate and fitting ending for a splendidly delightful day of sex at the beach.

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