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03 Temmuz 2023, 23:45
AT THE BEACHThe breeze from the ocean gave the night air a fresh salty scent. As we walk out of the restaurant it rejuvenates us both from the stylish cigarette smoke that a few still insist on breathing. We both breathe in deep, then cast an anticipating glance at each other. An eager smile forms on our faces simultaneously. "We'll come back for the car later," I remark as we head towards the beach. The evening's events were unfolding perfectly.You often told me how much you enjoy the beach, walking from your house on evenings when you just need to relax. It is so convenient to have such a recuperative place to use at your leisure. Sitting alone to collect your thoughts in one of the lifeguard stations. I always thought the situation had definite possibilities.We both dressed light for the evening, something nice enough for the restaurant, but sufficient for a stroll along the beach to one particularly secluded lifeguard station. You had told me of one almost in the middle of Red Reef Park, far enough from the public access areas to grant some privacy to an erotic rendezvous.Our walk along the beach, hand-in-hand starts calmly at first, but quickens as we near the stand. "There it is," you point with your free hand. We can just make it out in the starlight. There is just a sliver of a moon showing, but only enough to cast its reflection on the sea. We both turn to each other and almost dare a kiss. Instead I squeeze your hand, smile, and we both start a dash for it.You reach the lifeguard stand first, and scramble up the four rungs of the ladder. I follow closely, admiring your tight pants grappling with your tush. "Hmmmm, no panties," I briefly think to myself, "She's really been waiting for this." We fall into the wide bench seat, well wide enough for two, as we catch our breath. One fleeting moment later our eyes meet and we're into each other's arms. A fiery kiss envelops the passion built up over dinner and the walk here. The kiss grows into fondling, erotic caresses of each other. I stroke your more than ample breasts through your blouse as you begin to unbutton my shirt, but your impatience only allows the first two to survive. You rip the remaining buttons from their holes along with the shirt from my back. Soft hands now stroke my hairy chest, my tightened midriff, down to my groin. Not to be left behind, I deftly unbutton your blouse and "click" unfasten the sheer bra underneath. I've only fantasized of your breasts before, and they are more beautiful than I imagined. They taste oh so sweet too as I begin to lick the nipples into excited and hardened forms. They are nice and firm, stunning and seductive. The sight of them arouses me immensely.But, all of this is progressing way too fast. We know what turns us both on. It's one of the main reasons we decided to meet to begin with. Ever since I found you on the Adult BBS with your profile question "What turns you on the most?", and the answer " ... being tied up ... ". I noticed when we first climbed into the lifeguard stand that a buoy and some rope were under the bench. It was nice soft cord too, not the usual nautical nylon crap. Soft enough not to leave any nasty rope burns.Quickly, I grab under the bench. Got it! With one of your hands held tight I swiftly circle it a few times and tie one, two, three keen knots. You come to your senses then, "What the...?" Too late! I already have the rope around one of the roof supports pulling your arm to the corner. Once more around the support and another knot secures it.Sure you struggle a bit at first, just for effect. Something to maintain that innocent girl pretense, but you don't struggle that much. I soon have your other arm tied and then bound to the opposite post. You're fairly helpless now, but not completely defenseless. You still have one article of clothing on - your pants. Not Escort (https://amasya.t2bro.net) for long, darling.I wait for your naive struggling to calm down before I get closer. You're not violent, but I want you to realize the predicament you're in before I proceed, rather slowly I might add. The building of anticipation makes it that much more enjoyable for both of us. Finally, you stop squirming. I come over beside you and cuddle one of your tits, massaging the nipple between my thumb and forefinger while I slip a hand into the front of your pants. I was right, no panties. Your bush feels warm and damp as my fingers explore farther down. Hot. Wet. Tight. Your pussy is a playground, and I have an all-night pass.My hand retreats enough to unbutton your pants. I pause, then continue unzipping them. I get up and stand before you, lifting your hips up enough to slip the pants off. Your bare ass comes down gently on the warm bench as they drop off from your ankles. I grab what's left of the rope and continue. You might as well give up struggling at this point. I harness an ankle in a few loops, tie it tight, and fasten it to another post, just far enough to keep you suspended but loose enough so your firm ass can reach the bench. Last leg, lassoed, lashed, and "Viola!", you are now spread-eagle in the lifeguard stand with a nice view of the ocean. Examining you in this predicament, I sure hope no-one else had personal reservations for this stand.The night air is so refreshing. I just have to sit back and relax a bit. "Honeeeee?", I hear from behind me, "what about meee?" You're right, of course. How can I resist such a darling little temptress tied helpless and naked in the moonlight.I come over and sit on the floor between your legs, taking in the sight of your pussy spread so wide. The hair is nice and trim, so I don't have to tussle with much to get at your tasty pussy. You know how much I love to eat you. It just that I take longer than you like to get around to it when you're the prisoner.Caressing the soft skin of your calves relaxes us both at first, but builds the tension again as I move up your legs. Once I'm at your knees I push them apart farther. I wish I had some more rope to tie them back. Maybe I'll bring some more next time. I continue massaging up, stroking the insides of your thighs. The anticipation of touching your hot clit increases your breathing as I massage your legs higher and higher, closer and closer until I'm an inch away from it. But I'm not going to touch you there. Not yet. I stop and stand up.The sight and smell, and the excitement have had their effect on me. I unbutton my jeans, and pull them off revealing a nice thick cock for you to enjoy. Who knows what plans I have in store for it, how I'm going to use it to get you off. How you are going to get me off. I think we'll try the first thing that pops up, Ok?I lean down between your legs, aiming my prick for your pussy. I take it in hand and direct it right for your box. I rub it a bit on your thigh again, watching you squirm some more. Then, out of compassion, I start rubbing your clitoris with the head. Up