The rum soaked beach....


We sat in the bar and drank ourselves silly. The rum was amazing, just as the waiter had promised us. Long after everyone else had left we had sat there, you and I. Drinking more, talking about life the universe and everything. Discussing us, of course, how could we not. We were very drunk, I can remember feeling delicious with you. The rum, God the rum. The barman/waiter chap, what was his name? Anyway, he stayed and chatted with us and flirted with you and you flirted right back you terror. Flirted with him and flirted with me. We were so drunk, all three of us. When the time had come to stagger back to our hotel you had given him a big kiss and he'd pinched your behind. I think you both made each other very happy.




The walk along the beach was fun, we staggered and half stumbled along it, the stars shining bright above us. The sand was cool, the air still warm from the sunshine. In the starlight we could see almost perfectly, everything visible in shades of grey, with the sea dark blue, providing the perfect backdrop.




I can't remember what we talked about, about how great the first week had been. About how much I loved you, despite you being a flirt. It was something like that. You told me off, told me you weren't a flirt at all.




You undid the buttons on your shirt and let it hang open. I couldn't help but smile, looking at you.

'You ok?' You asked me, feigning innocence. Your fingers trailed over your chest, lightly stroking their way up and down between your breasts. You hadn't worn a bra all holiday and I'd been enjoying watching your breasts swing free every day; breasts I could now see peeking out from your open shirt. My mouth was very dry, my head swam a little but I suddenly felt very sober.

'Yeah.' I was feeling very articulate.

'Are you sure?' You had that sing-song voice, the I'm going to play it cute and innocent and let you fuck me voice. I love that voice. I moved forward to kiss you, you jumped out of the way.

'You're going to have to catch me first.'




With that you threw your shirt off your shoulders and ran off down the beach, giggling. I ran after you, stumbling on the soft sand. You ran and ran, usually you weren't so good at running, this time though you were. Maybe I was just really drunk, that is quite possible. I chased after you, watching you leave your sarong behind so that the stars lit this beautiful naked girl running away from me. Her only clothing a tiny thong. I watched your bottom wiggle in front of me, you were teasing me big time. Running, stopping, checking back. I had begun half heartedly but now I chased you, chased you down. You dodged to the left and then to the right.




I caught you of course, snatched your arm and pulled you to me, you tried to escape and we ended up flattened on the sand. I was on top of you and with one hand I pinned your arms up above your head. I enjoyed the feeling of being pressed against you. You struggled under me for a moment.

'Looks like I caught you.' I tell you.

'So it does. What are you going to do with me now?'

'Oh I'm sure I'll think of something.' I ground my hips into you and you moaned a little, I was hard and I knew you could feel it through your thong.

'Are you going to struggle if I let go?' I looked at you, you batted innocent eyelids at me. You were going to struggle.




I let go. It is more fun that way. You thrashed around. Trying to throw me off you. I had you in a good lock though. Legs apart. I was going nowhere. I let you struggle. I let you tear my shirt, it's buttons popped. I helped it come off my shoulders. As you struggled I laughed at you. I laughed and then fought you back. Pinning your arms back in the sand, moving them so I could hold them with one hand.




I kissed you then, slightly more fierce than you were expecting. The kiss of a victor taking his prize by force. As I kissed you I forced my tongue into your mouth, you opened to greet it, teeth were involved but I ignored them, letting my free hand move to your nipple. I squeezed it, not too hard but hard enough to make you groan into my kiss. I squeezed it again, harder and you moaned again. As I squeezed your nipple you struggled less, as if the pressure brought the fight out of you. You kissed me back, your mouth melting into mine. Your hands stopped fighting and I let them slide over my shoulders, one around the back of my head. I carried on squeezing, harder, making you throw your head back to cry out. I felt your hips thrust against me and I knew I had you. Was there any doubt?




We kissed again, our bodies writhing together in the sand. I stayed on top of you, no way I was letting you swap positions. I let my free hand run over your side, your thigh and then slipped it inside your thong. You were wet, so wet. I slid a finger inside you, not gently. You gasped and muttered something about being gentle. I muttered something back about being made to run to catch you and I would have you any goddam way I wanted. I slide a second finger inside you and then a third. I let my fingers play against your front wall, that soft spot you like so much. Your body responded to me, writhing in the sand, curling in feline movements. You murmured and whimpered as I toyed with you.

'This is what you want isn't it? You do want me to fuck you don't you.'

'God yes, yes.' You replied urgently.




I knelt up between your legs and slipped my fingers from inside you. With both hands I tore your thong off you. You gasped as I ripped it in two. You positively yelled out when I slide three fingers back inside you and then a fourth. I spread your legs wider and enjoyed watching you in the starlight, writhing about in the sand as my fingers filled you. I felt your muscles contracting on my fingers and knew what was coming. I let my fingers play inside you, tease you in the right places and I rubbed my thumb against your clit. You started shouting as I played. You always are so noisy when you are drunk.

'Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh fuck. Oh my god. Oh Tricky. Oh fuck. Oh my god. Oh.'




I moved my thumb hard on your clit and slid my fingers in and out of you, fucking you will all four of them. They were slick with juice that was running over my wrist. I knew what was coming. I felt you squeeze my fingers inside again and this time your body stiffened, you arched your back and shouted your love for me. As you did you squirted juice all over my hand, I listened and watched as you came messily all over my hand and the beach.




I kept playing with you until you were whimpering, begging me to stop. Until your hands found my wrist and pushed me out of you and you threw your head back in the sand to rest. I looked at my hand and it was sticky. It was covered. I tasted a little of you off my fingertips and enjoyed the clean, sweet taste of sex you always seem to have. I looked at you lying there on the beach, legs spread wide, naked and beautiful and in a real mess and I loved you. I felt my need growl inside me and I lent forward. Kissing my way up your belly and chest. I kissed you on the lips and then fed you yourself off my fingertips. You love your taste, I love watching you taste yourself and feeling your soft tongue licking my fingers clean is really very exciting. As you did that I used my other hand to free my trousers.




Once free I held myself in my hand and gently teased the tip against your swollen lips. You moaned and greedily slid a finger into your mouth sucking on it most suggestively. I didn't need a second invitation and I moved myself to your entrance and slowly sank inside you. You were so hot, so wet and so tight. It was a devastating combination. I had to struggle to get myself inside you, easing it in slowly but firmly. Filling you completely with me. I ground you into the sand with a slow, deep thrust and I felt you raising your hips to get me further inside you. I slid until I was in you completely filled you completely, until i could feel the end of you against the tip of my cock. You shuddered a little with me inside you and I knew you were close again. I love it when that happens, when you cum almost just from my entering you.




I wasn't feeling merciful, so I let you have it. I wriggled my hips, short strokes while deep inside you. I withdrew no more than an inch and fucked you fast and hard with my cock deep inside you, I felt your muscles grip me and your teeth sink into my shoulder to suppress the scream. Your body went stiff and I felt your hot juices spreading over my balls and thighs as you came, again and again. I didn't stop. I didn't want to. I fucked you over and over again, short, sharp, hard thrusts, hardly withdrawing so you were completely filled with me. Your muscles gripped me so hard, almost pushing me out of you as you rose again and again.




Every set of thrusts seemed to return you to ecstasy and I loved it, I felt your teeth biting into me, felt your nails scrawling into my back and I loved the pain. Cried out in the pain, my pain and your pleasure. I felt you scratching me up and knew how hard you were coming. God that rum had anesthetic powers, I felt the pain but nothing like I should have done. I could feel the blood you had drawn from my shoulders as I fucked you and I fucked you harder, my strokes getting longer, deeper. You went over the edge again and again and I could feel myself falling with you. I shouted how much I loved you, you shouted it back at me and we ended it there together, rising together in the noisiest, strongest, messiest moment of all.




We collapsed together into the sand, you cradling me in your arms, me still buried inside you, still hard and making you murmur in pleasure and pain with every twitch of me. We lay there and listened to the sea and each others thudding hearts. We were drunk, we were punch drunk, we were fucking drunk. We were drunk fucking. We were fucked. God it was good. We lay and let the stars shine and the sea move. We let the evening be and we lay still, curled up and incapable of anything. No speech, no movement. Just the two of us as one. How long for I have no idea.




Then.




My back felt sore.

'I think we woke up the island.' I said.

'Yep.'

'When they see my back on the beach tomorrow they are going to know exactly who was responsible for disturbing their sleep.'

'Yep.'

'I don't think I care.'

'Me neither.'

'Can you move yet?'

'Nope.'

'Nor can I. Do you know where are clothes went?'

'Nope. And you tore my knickers.'

'Oh yeah. I did. Oh well. Let's lie here a while. We can go later.'




So we did. We stayed on that beach and dozed off as one. Full of rum and love and covered in sand and sex. The perfect holiday night.