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My heart began stuttering the instant I saw you lounging back in your chair. Those silky bronze legs gently bent and poised, drawing in the sun while twinkles from your anklet catch my eye. The waves continue lapping at the beach but all I hear is my heart as my throat tightens from the arousal you’ve given me. You are smooth and elegant; the wind is even enticed by you as it teases and sways through your hair. I want to meet your eyes, but I worry you will see my growing manhood as my heart throbs and gazes at you. Your sunhat keeps me out of view while I try to persuade my legs to walk closer and set my chair next to yours. I turn slightly to adjust my now plump member from being too obvious, and I muster the courage to set up a little closer to you.

 From a distance I was already enchanted by your legs and graceful figure, but as I walked closer and saw more of you, I felt a surge of heat growing in my groin. Your breasts perfectly outlined by your bikini. Your delicate hands hosting fingers that I want lightly running down my chest. Then I see it. I see everything that almost drops me to my now weak knees. I realize my mouth is now open when I see your head softly cocked away from me providing a glimpse of your neck, cheek, and mouth. Your neck slightly glistening as the wind perfectly reveals it from your hair. I see your soft, wet, pink lips as if in high definition. I am full on embarrassed and erect when you turn to me and say “well, are you gonna sit down or just stand there all day?” Your southern accent throws me. You are the southern belle I grew up admiring.

The only words I can muster is “It’s a beach”. What the hell did I just say? I’m so embarrassed and you can tell. I am standing there in awe of you, now blushed, with my member trying to protrude out of my trunks. You chuckle and slightly lean forward in your chair, showing me even more of your chest. I didn’t even realize you had a sexy sheer beach shawl draped over you. You say, “yes, yes, it is a beach, wanna sit next to me and enjoy it?” Your cute chuckle loosens me up a bit and I come back to my senses. As I sit my chair and the blanket down, I say to you “I like that idea, but I need to put some sun block on first.” To my surprise you put your iced tea down, lean forward and tell me to lay out my blanket and lay down. I can’t make out your eyes through the sunglasses and the shadow from your hat, but you appear to look slightly down at my groin, and say, “you seem to be struggling a bit with things, let me help you with the lotion”. You swing your legs off the chair to stand up and I can see how perfect and sexy the V-shaped swimsuit covers you. Your breast naturally draws in my eyes, and your shawl sways around you.

“ahh, southern hospitality. Thank you!” I lay my blanket out and lay down on my stomach. I feel you step over me then crouch down and straddle my hips. Your silky legs rubbing against mine, you are so soft and smooth. I feel your hips against mine as you start rubbing some lotion on my back. Those fingers I was admiring earlier finally meeting my skin. My mind racing and wondering how this goddess so willingly offered to help. I can’t help but let out a little moan of relaxation when your fingers massage the lotion into my shoulders. My member now warm and almost pulsing sandwiched between my groin and the beach beneath me. After a few minutes you lean down and whisper “alright sugar, roll over and lets take care of that frontside”. Your hair drapes over my cheek and I grow goosebumps. You roll one leg off of me and pat me on the ass to signal for me to roll over. As I roll over my waistband slips a little and despite my inability to see your eyes, the purse of your lips tells me you catch a glimpse of my fully erect manhood trying to make an escape from my trunks. I smirk and adjust myself just before you plant your hips back on top of mine.

I’m laying there looking up at you, looking through the sheer shawl, examining your breasts, your stomach, your neck, and your curves. I can’t withstand but to take my hands and slide them under your shawl to caress your thighs and legs now grinding on my waist. As you lean down to massage my chest my hands slowly work their way up your legs to your side. I am bearing witness to something I only dreamed about. A seductive but eloquent southern belle, massaging me on a beach, letting me explore her. You jossle your hips across my waist a little, almost grinding against me causing me to smirk and pulse my hardened manhood. “You seem a little worked up handsome” rolls off your tongue with a devilish grin as you continue massaging my chest. You slide your groin against mine a little as you finish teasing me with your southern charm. “I wasn’t expecting this I guess” blurts out of my mouth. My hands now lightly dancing up your side and floating across the side of your breasts. “Seems like your hands are thinking a bit clearer than you are”. Your words tease me and invite me to draw you in for more. I am taking you in with my touch, smelling you, seeing you with my heart and feeling you in my bloodstream. I want to taste those pink lips and nibble on your chin. Where the hell did you come from?

I start to perch myself up to grab you, but I feel something cold on my stomach. I feel it again, and again. I suddenly discover myself waking up on the beach with raindrops lightly trickling on my stomach, my hand firmly wrapped around myself. I squint my eyes and look around. I see the chair where I first saw you just a little bit away from me. You aren’t there. I look around and see you sashaying off the beach, hat in tow, and anklet dancing around your ankle as you walk away from me. The wind now creating a ballet with your shawl and hair. Your figure outlined beneath the sheer shawl. I try to think of something smart or even desperate at that point. Anything to bring you back, but I am just as speechless as I was in my dream. Staring at you with full on regret, a complete erection, and hopeless desire, you glimpse back at me. The last thing I could see was those gorgeous pink lips grinning at a fool laying on the beach in the rain. At least I know you are real, and I hope to see you here again.   

NSFW: yes

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