Erotic Story: Cooling dip

With a soft sigh, I lift myself up and lean on my forearms as I look towards the sea. It’s hot. Sweat beads on my upper lip and I feel my legs sticking to my towel. My body longs for some coolness. The towel next to me is empty and I scan the sparkling water to see if I can spot Mauritz anywhere. Then I see him walking through the shallow water. His black wet swimming trunks are clinging to his body and droplets glisten on his chest. He runs his hand through his wet hair, then stops and dives back into the sea. I push myself up further, sit and take a bottle of ice-cold water from the cooler. As the ice-cold liquid makes its way through my body and cools me down, a few drops trickle between my breasts. When I get up, I finally feel the intense burning of the sun. I lazily walk towards the sea. First, the water tickles my toes, then around my ankles, eventually embracing me inch by inch. When I’m standing in the water waist-deep, I dive into one of the many waves. As soon as I surface, I see Mauritz looking at me, smiling. “Hey, what did you think? I want to cool off too?” I wipe some drops from my face and adjust my bikini. “Ik practically melted”, I answer with a grin. Without hesitation, he throws his arm around me and pulls me towards him through the water. His skin feels soft, a mix of sunscreen and seawater. He smells amazing and I effortlessly wrap my legs around his hips. “I’ve been watching you the whole time”, he says with a little mischief in his voice. Grinning, I press a kiss on his lips. “I mean it. You looked really good on your lounger.” “O yeah?” I tease. “How good?” He takes one of my hands and lets it disappear between us, towards his crotch. Through his swimming trunks I feel his erection and longing shoots through my body instantly. “Hmm”, I say playfully. “You really enjoyed it.” Underwater, his hands slide down to my buttocks, which he starts to squeeze carefully. I automatically press my pelvis closer to his lower body and feel his erection pressing against my lower abdomen. “We can also look for a more quiet place?” I see a twinkle in his eyes.

I glance around briefly. A few people are lying on the beach and some children are playing in the sand. But really, there are very few people around us. I give him my most naughty look and briefly shrug my shoulders. “Are you serious?” he asks, chuckling. “Or has the heat gone to your head?” “Serious”, I reply. I immediately see his expression change. He gets a kind of hungry gleam in his eyes and looks at me intensely. Underwater, I feel his fingers slowly disappear between my legs, shoving my bikini bottoms to the side and gently caressing my sensitivity. My breath quickens and I moan softly when he pushes in his fingertip. I dig my nails into his back and let them make their way towards his butt. “Hmm”, he groans excitedly. “That’s so good.” Meanwhile, we are drifting closer to a small rock formation. We’re not far from the people, but just far enough not to be noticed. The rock scrapes softly along my lower back and without thinking I push myself up a little. The cold water drips down my body and his hands find my breasts in no time. Leaning on the rock, I let him massage my breasts. I moan louder and louder and the tingling between my legs starts to intensify. “Fuck”, he says. “Your nipples.” I open my eyes and look down. They poke through the fabric of my bikini top like two rock-hard buttons. Laughing, I slide the fabric further to the side, exposing my nipples. The soft breeze tingles my skin, making them so hard they’re starting to sting a little. As soon as he takes one of my nipples between his thumb and index finger, I barely have the strength to hold myself up. “I don’t want to hold back anymore”, he says, hissing with excitement. He carefully steps onto one of the rocks and attends to my bikini bottom. Again, he pushes the fabric aside. He grabs my hip with one hand and with the other hand pulls his trunks under his balls. His boner stands proudly forward against the waves. “I want you.”

His gaze is intense, my desire at least as intense. I sink back slightly into the water and feel his cock sliding through my folds. He’s holding my hips with both hands now and he presses my body further and further over his hard cock. Little by little, he fills me up. The seawater ripples around us and my back rubs gently against the rock face. Slowly, he starts to thrust and I let myself be carried away by the overwhelmingly delicious feeling. My breasts dance further and further out of my bikini top to his rhythm and his fingertips press into my skin. With precision, he thrusts harder and harder. My one free hand manages to reach my breast and I gently tug at my own nipple. Sounds like never before come from my mouth, but I must try my best to keep quiet. At any moment, someone could come around the corner. And I’m not even considering possible boats, jet skis or divers that might suddenly appear. He pulls back abruptly. “Turn around”, he commands. Carefully, I step onto one of the rocks, lean my upper body against the rock face and push my butt towards him. “Hmm, yes, exactly like that”, he reacts excitedly and he presses a kiss on my butt and then slaps it. He grabs my buttocks with both hands and pulls them slightly apart. Then I feel his cock slide between them, further and further down, and finally he pushes himself inside me again. My wet hair is dripping down my back and I hold on tight. His fingertips are pressed so deep into my skin I feel it burning. It feels amazing. In long strokes he moves in and out of me. My breathing quickens, and just when I feel I can’t hold this position any longer, I notice that he’s almost there. “Holy shit”, he moans to the rhythm of his thrusts. “I’m coming.” He squeezes my butt tight, thrusts deep one more time and then I feel the jerking movements of his body. As soon as he’s recovered a little, he slaps my butt hard and slides out of me excruciatingly slowly. As if it were the most normal thing in the world, he straightens my bikini bottom and helps me off the rock. We look at each other grinning. “Shall we go to the cottage?” he asks. “Let’s see how many times I can make you come.”