Short Story: Sunset Sand...

 

The late-afternoon sun hung low, painting the nearly empty beach in warm golds and deep oranges. An hour before sunset, the tide had retreated just enough to leave a broad, damp strip of firm sand near the waterline. Only a few distant walkers remained far up the beach. “Perfect,” Monica Anne said as she stretched out on her back in the wet sand, red polka-dot bikini clinging to her slim, toned body. The halter top was already half-untied, the thin strings hanging loose around her neck so that her large, heavy breasts spilled free, soft and full, nipples already hard from the cooling evening sea breeze. A tiny silver piercing glinted in her navel. Heart-shaped sunglasses pushed up into her long black hair. She watched Stephanie with open hunger. “What’s perfect?” Stephanie asked as she knelt between Monica Anne’s spread thighs, pink triangle top barely containing her own full, soft tits. The side-ties of her bottoms were already loosened. She leaned down, long black hair falling around them like a curtain, and dragged her tongue slowly up the inner crease of Monica Anne’s thigh. “Oh fuck,” Monica Anne reacted to Stephanie’s tongue. “It’s perfect that we’re along on this beach right now,” Monica Anne added. “Fuck, I can tell that you’re already dripping,” Stephanie murmured against the damp fabric of the red bottoms. Stephanie tugged the bows of Monica Anne’s red polka-dot bikini bottoms free with her teeth. The tiny triangles fell away. Monica Anne’s bare pussy was flushed and glossy, lips puffy, clit peeking out. Stephanie didn’t tease long. She buried her face between Monica Anne’s legs and licked a broad, greedy stripe from Monica Anne’s sexy tight little hole on up to her clit. Monica Anne’s hips jerked. A soft, sexual moan escaped from Monica Anne as Stephanie sealed her mouth over that swollen clit and sucked hard, tongue flicking in quick, filthy circles. Monica Anne’s hands tangled into Stephanie’s hair, pulling her closer. “Eat it…fuck yes…suck my cunt like that,” Monica Anne moaned loudly. Stephanie moaned into her, the vibration making Monica Anne’s thighs tremble. Two of Stephanie’s fingers slid inside Monica Anne without warning, curling deep, pumping in time with the relentless suction on her clit. The wet sounds of fingering mixed with the soft rush of the waves just a few feet away. Monica Anne’s juices coated Stephanie’s chin, ran down over her knuckles, smeared into the sand. Monica Anne’s free hand yanked Stephanie’s pink bikini top aside. Those heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff. Monica Anne pinched one hard, rolling it between her fingers, then tugged Stephanie upward so she could latch on. She sucked the hard peak deep into her mouth, tongue lashing, teeth grazing just enough to make Stephanie gasp and grind her own wet pussy against Monica Anne’s thigh. They rolled. Sand stuck to damp skin, to soft curves, to the slick mess between their legs. Stephanie ended up on her back, pink bottoms shoved aside. Monica Anne straddled her face in a messy 69, lowering her dripping cunt straight onto Stephanie’s open mouth while she dove between Stephanie’s thighs. Monica Anne licked her open with long, filthy strokes, then speared her tongue inside, fucking her with it while two fingers pumped in and out of that tight, fluttering heat. Stephanie’s hips bucked. She sucked harder on Monica Anne’s clit in answer, fingers still buried deep, scissoring and stroking that spot that made Monica Anne’s thighs shake. Hard nipples dragged against soft stomachs and wet sand. Monica Anne reached back, found Stephanie’s free breast, and squeezed, thumb flicking the stiff nipple. Stephanie’s moan vibrated straight into Monica Anne’s cunt once again. They were both loud now, wet slurps, filthy curses, the wet slap of fingers and tongues, but the beach stayed empty, the only witnesses the distant gulls and the incoming tide. Monica Anne’s orgasm hit first. Her thighs clamped around Stephanie’s head, pussy pulsing hard around the fingers still thrusting inside her. She came with a cry, grinding down, soaking Stephanie’s face. Stephanie kept licking through it, greedy, swallowing every pulse. The second Stephanie’s mouth left her, Monica Anne spun around, pushed Stephanie’s legs wide, and buried three fingers in that pink, swollen cunt while she sucked the hard clit between her lips. Stephanie came almost immediately, loud, shaking, thighs locking around Monica Anne’s head, juices flooding Monica Anne’s tongue and chin. They didn’t stop. Monica Anne crawled up, kissed Stephanie deeply so she could taste herself in Monica Anne’s mouth, then lined their pussies up and ground down, clit to clit, wet folds sliding together in the sand. Fingers found each other’s entrances again, pumping in messy rhythm while they sucked on each other’s tits, hard nipples, wet mouths, soft moans swallows between kisses. Sand stuck to everything as the water lapped closer, cool against overheated skin. The two girls kept going, tongues, fingers, grinding, sucking, until both of them came again, shaking and gasping against each other’s mouths, the last light of the sun painting their tangled, sweaty, sand-covered bodies gold. Monica Anne finally collapsed beside Stephanie, red bikini completely ruined and forgotten, one hand still lazily stroking between Stephanie’s thighs. Stephanie’s pink top hung off one shoulder, bottoms gone, nipples still wet from Monica Anne’s hot, wet mouth. The two young sexy lovers stayed like that a little longer, breathing hard, the empty beach stretching out around them as the sun finally touched the horizon…