A Very Private Place

She walked down the sandy path, marvelling at how well the song on her iPod went with the trees and the shady relief from the hot afternoon sun. Although she had plenty of friends, she adored her private time, spending it alone with her thoughts and fantasies. She sometimes wondered if her friends did the same - to her, some of the things in her mind were deep and dark. Not in a threatening way, just unusual enough that she knew that she couldn't share them with even the best of her friends. She smiled to herself, noting how well her thoughts matched the music and the trees.

She emerged from the trees and onto the open beach just as the music changed to something up-beat and poppy. She loved the patterns in life and often found them occurring between music and the moving world around her - she knew them as her "weird doubles". She scanned her private beach, pleased that there wasn't a soul to be seen. A second look revealed a surfer who had been behind a wave and although she wasn't thrilled about it, she knew she still had the place pretty much to herself, so wasn't about to get too bent out of shape about it.

As a dyed in the wool beach girl she knew most of the surfers, but couldn't place this one. She sat watching for a minute after having set up her blanket and organised her things. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but she couldn't place him. She watched him idly, partly trying to think who he might be and partly wandering off to other thoughts. He was a very good surfer, with a classic surfers body. Powerful shoulders from paddling, a lean, flat stomach, excellent balance and a fairly daring style, flirting with the rocks near the end of the beach. She realised that she'd given up on who he was and was now more interested in the fact that he was at all. As an eighteeen year old, she had found herself increasingly preoccupied with boys. She'd allowed one to touch her breasts a few times during beach parties or other outings, but she'd never allowed things to go further. With blond hair, tanned skin and bright blue eyes, she was an intensely beautiful girl and since her first date, her parents had always drilled into her head what boys wanted and why she had to make sure that she was ready before she gave it to them. She desperately wanted to feel ready, but part of the problem was the boys - they were without exception, idiots. She'd seen her friends suffer at their callous behaviour time and time again and she was far too level-headed to set herself up for that treatment. All the same, the thought of being alone at the beach with the surfer stirred feelings in her that she normally only felt on those occasions when she went to bed, turned the light off and slid her hand between her panties and her soft, moist lips. Rather than lying back and reading her book, she sat leaning back on her hands, pretending not to watch the mystery surfer as he caught wave after wave.

The tide must have changed, because the waves dropped off to nothing in a matter of minutes and the surfer paddled in. The shortest route to the path and eventually the road where she knew he must have parked was behind her, so it amused her to see that he intended to walk in front of her - it was a move that she'd seen a thousand times from boys on the beach. They usually tried to hide it, but she could almost feel their eyes tracing up her flawless, brown legs, pausing for a moment on the triangle of her bikini bottoms and then moving up to her round, tanned, exposed c-cup breasts and finally her gorgeous but expressionless face.

She waited for the pattern to be repeated by the mystery surfer, but the look on his face was quizzical. Not that she noticed until he was almost in front of her - she was looking at him the way men of all ages looked at her, unable to stop herself from drinking him in.

Up close, he was everything that she recognised while he was surfing and more! He was lean, but had amazing definition to his muscles, particularly his abdomen - he had a six pack like none she'd ever seen. His shoulders were wide, but his arms were muscular enough to balance them out. She noted how his tricep flexed despite only carrying the light weight of the surfboard - it was a muscle that she found very sexy in a man, though she had never understood why. His chest was completely hairless, with his pink nipples erect from rubbing on the waxy board. His legs were muscular, but not in a weight-lifter way. She silently marvelled at him - he was superb and she was becoming highly aroused as he progressed to being almost directly in front of her. When she finally got to his face, she nearly melted. He was about 27 and despite his obvious confusion about who she was, she noted that he had a strong chin and cheekbones, framed by a mop of blond hair and blues eyes that were eerily similar to her own. Deep, deep blue, and as capable of hiding mystery as the sea they resembled.

"Oh, hi!" she blurted out, suddenly realising that he was a new teacher at the school. "Ah, how are you?" he replied, the confusion suddenly replaced by recognition confirmed by a wide smile showing beautiful, white teeth. "I didn't recognise you in your... out of your school uniform." "Yeah, same" she replied. "I didn't recognise you out of your teacher clothes." She felt immedaitely awkward about calling them teacher clothes, so followed quickly with "Would you like some water?". "I'd love some" he replied, "I usually bring a bottle, but it must have fallen out of my bag in the car."

He put down his board, spread his towel and much to her relief, sat down without asking if it was okay. "How do you know about this beach?" she asked him. "When I was a little kid, I used to live about twenty minutes south of her. My family used to come up here a lot - it's always been my favourite beach." "Mine too" she replied. "I just live through the trees a couple of hundred meters. There's hardly ever anyone here." She slipped off her bikini top and laid back, hiding her eyes with her sunglasses. She was secretly pleased that her arousal had manifest in her nipples - they were full and firm and she almost felt like touching them herself. "That must be great for you and your family - you must all be down here all the time." "Not today - they've all gone to visit my aunt an hour inland, but I told them I had homework. We could be nude here and nobody would ever know." Her heart was racing - she couldn't believe that she'd said it. "Could we?" he asked, stroking the inside of her wrist softly, with two fingers. It was like an electric charge going through her, up her arm, through her body, down both her legs and finally converging between her legs.

She took her sunglasses off and turned to look at him, as if to give herself one final chance to back out of what she knew was otherwise coming, He was gorgeous and she wanted to touch every inch of his body. Without a word, she reached down and slid her bikini down her long legs, dropping it beside her. She was glad that she had waxed two days before - she had just a small tuft at the top of her two pink, perfectly symmetrical lips.

She looked over and he was stroking himself through his board shorts. "Are you sure about this? We could both get in big trouble if we get caught." She was beyond speaking though, the combination of nervous excitement and sexual arousal completely overcoming her. She rolled onto her side and grabbed him by the waistband of his board shorts, pulling him onto her large blanket. His snap undid, and she pulled his shorts open as he positioned himself next to her.

He was much larger than she had expected, though she'd never actually seen in the flesh a man hard before. She knelt next to him and he raised himself off the blanket as she pulled his shorts down to his feet, then dropped them on the sand behind her. She was almost afraid to look at him, so watched her hands as she slid them up his strong and now very tense legs. She took him in both her hands and slowly stroked him from the base, up to the top, where he moaned with pleasure. Not really knowing what to do, she moved her head up while keeping one hand wrapped around him, and kissed him on the mouth. He was a gentle kisser, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She felt his hand move up between her thighs and caress her softly, then gently slid a finger into her and started rubbing the length of her, finding her clit and rubbing it in soft little circles. She suddenly found it hard to concentrate on kissing him, so moved down his chest, licking and sucking his nipples as she went.

She repositioned herself, partly to allow him better access to her dripping wetness and partly so she could kiss his the soft purple cap as she stroked his hard shaft. He was salty from the surf and she loved the taste, so took as much of him as she could in her mouth. His free hand moved to her head and he moaned with pleasure, setting the rhythm he wanted with gentle pressure. She looked up at him and he met her glance - rather than feeling disgust or shame, she felt intense excitement, partly because of the wonderful job he was doing with his fingers. He squeezed her a bit harder, then sunk a finger deep into her and she moaned as he had, with no control whatsoever.

She renewed her efforts, sucking him deep towards the back of her throat and gently rubbing and squeezing his balls. He was hairless except for a fine stubble at the base, which she eventually managed to touch with her lips, taking him completely in her mouth and what felt like halfway down her throat. She was entranced and didn't notice him moaning more and more, until eventually he tensed and exploded in her mouth. She wanted to watch him come, so took her mouth off and kept stroking him with her hand. Aside from the fascination that she felt, she also felt power - she recognised that when he was like that, he was putty in her hands.

After he finished, he pulled her toward him and kissed her on the mouth, then gently rolling her onto her back. He knelt beside her and looked her up and down. "You're magnificent" he said, cupping her breasts in his hands and gently squeezing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He moved his mouth onto one and then the other, nibbling her nipples lightly with his teeth. The mild pain gave way to pleasure and she seemed to melt into the blanket. He kissed and licked her stomach, pausing to play with her belly button piercing, licking it and gently pulling it with his teeth, then moved down to her thighs, moving them slightly further apart.

She was dying for him to pleasure her, but he took his time, kissing and licking the inside of her thighs and working halfway down to her knees at times, before returning up. He licked her lips, driving her into a near frenzy, but only gave one small lick to her clit. Her back was arched and she desperately wanted him - she found herself saying "please, please" over and over. Finally, he put his hand on her small tuft of hair and gently pushed up, so her button was all but exposed. He began licking her in earnest, working in small circles as he had done with his fingers. She lost all track of time - it could have been a minute or an hour for all she knew. He had her in a place that she'd never known by her own hand - she had no idea that he would be able to do things to her that she couldn't do to herself.

She started to feel waves come over her - subtle at first, but rapidly growing in intensity. She knew this was going to be big, so laid back and closed her eyes as it built to where this was going to take her. She heard herself moaning more and more loudly, but had no inclination to suppress herself the way she had to at home. She opened her legs wide and he licked her faster than she thought he could, then she burst into orgasm. She was hypersensitive and pleased that he stopped licking her to let her enjoy that amazing, private place that her mind went to whenever she came.

The waves retreated just as they had when the tide had changed, seemingly hours ago and she eventually opened her eyes, suddenly realising how thirsty she was. He was holding the water bottle ready for her - a little gesture that she found very cute. He laid down next to her and took a swig when she offered the bottle. He was still hard, so she slid her hand across his belly and touched him, curious, now that she had the time to explore him without the frenetic sexuality that they had started with.

He was clearly not finished though and she knew what they both wanted. She straddled him, positioned herself, then slowly started taking him inside her. She was still drenched from her orgasm, so although he was so much larger than her finger and almost larger than she thought she could accept, she slid the length of the way down him, until she was resting flat on his muscular thighs. "I'll pull out before I come" he whispered in a guttural tone. "No, it's okay", then added "Mum put me on the pill when I turned 15". He reached for her, placing her hands just below her hip bones and slowly started working her up and down his hard shaft. "Do you like it like this?" she asked him. "I LOVE it, it's my favourite position. You'll make me come very quickly if you ride me like this though." "That's okay" she said. "I want to feel you come in me."

He went back into that place that she'd seen him before, as though only half conscious of the world around him. Watching him started her down the same path and she adored the fact that they were enjoying it in unison. She put her hands on his chest and started pumping him faster and faster, though now it was for herself more than for his benefit. She was getting closer and closer to another orgasm, though this one seemed to be originating from deep inside her rather than from her clit. She was insatiable, straightening up and using her legs to get almost completely clear of him before dropping down hard on him. His thighs suddenly tensed and she knew that he was almost ready to go - she was right on the edge as well. She pumped him three, four, five more times and then they both exploded in orgasm. He pulled her down to him and they hugged tightly, both pushing themselves as tightly together as they could.

Eventually, she straightened her legs to give them a rest, and felt him gradually going soft inside her. She loved being naked in his arms - she'd never imagined that she could feel so totally comfortable, let alone after what they'd just done. A million thoughts filled her mind, but one kept coming to the fore - she knew that when she was 80 years old and she reflected on how she lost her virginity, she was going to have this beautiful afternoon with this beautiful man to look back on. She turned her head to the side, rested it on his chest and listened to his heart beat.