At the Beach

She wore a simple, black, one piece suit.

She was not tall... but well-proportioned... in fact, her breasts were rather large and exceptional... round and firm and perky.

He wore a white shirt and solid blue trunks.

This was the second day they'd been in Cancun.

It was the ultimate escape for both of them.

Each one married ... to someone else.

Away on business. She was, after all, his staff assistant. Or, that's what she told people. And he'd introduced her as such to those who came to the office.

He was in awe of the intensity with which he desired her. From the first meeting to the time she showed up in a fuzzy green sweater and short skirt.

He could not control how badly he wanted her.

On the plane ride, he'd been embarrassed by the wet stain of pre-cum on his khakis when they deplaned. Sitting next to her, he'd had his hand on her leg, and further under her skirt... and the sensation was almost too much.

They fucked immediately upon entering the hotel room. Clothes half off and half on, bodies sticky, sweaty, hungry. They weren't in his office and they didn't have a time limit. But the need was urgent, the orgasms quick and delicious.

Now, he watched as she walked along the water, kicked the waves with her tiny feet.

The early summer sun was hot and sweat blended with sunscreen in a salty, coconut-like smell.

He asked her to follow him. And she willingly complied.

He led her to a semi-private area, smooth rock jutting into the warm gulf waters.

He looked around, noting that they were out of the sight of most beach-goers.

He pulled her to him and their lips met, danced in sheer delight.

She pulled his shirt over his head and landed a few delicate kisses on his chest.

He kissed her shoulders, her neck... pulled the suit down over her arm, revealed her soft, pale breasts.

His lips tasted her cool flesh, teased her nipples.

He worked the suit completely off... and she stood, behind some rock, completely naked -- exposed to the gulf sun and salty water. And exposed to his traveling hands and hungry lips and tongue.

Kisses traced from her ankle to her knee.. His breath warmer than the sun, awakening her sweet pussy

A finger discovered her wetness... and probed inside as his lips kissed all around the wonder of her body's center.

His tongue found her clit, and licked gently at first. Then more quickly, more forcefully.

He could not hold back.

Her body was his desire.

Her hands held his moist locks as he buried himself in her.

Her voice muffled by the crashing waves. She said his name over and over as the thrill of being outside, the sun, and his desire took her to the peak of ecstasy.

As she enjoyed a wave of orgasm, he found a cool seat on the rock and pulled her naked, pleasure-soaked body to him.

Her hands eased his trunks down a bit and revealed his rock hard cock.

She wanted this, needed it.

She used her hand to guide him inside her and as she took him in, she kissed him. He held her there, cock inside her tight pussy, and they kissed as she slid further and further down his hot shaft.

He begin thrusting and she worked her pussy up and down on his aching cock.

Her breasts against his chest in a tight embrace, they worked each other into a frenzy... the hunger had not subsided, had only grown greater with the opportunity they'd been afforded.

Lost to the world, their bodies rocked together.

His kiss grew hard, intense, as he thrust one more time, again, once more... and came hard... screaming her name.

His cock pulsed inside her and then eased out and they laughed as they realized they were naked, outside, and alone together.

She placed her suit back on and he put his shirt on. They jumped into the water, washing off the sweat and pleasure.

They held hands as they walked back to their seats. Both with books in hand and drinks by their sides. Sleepy smiles on their faces.