Lisa – The Reunion

The sun blazed overhead as Richard and I stepped onto the sandy expanse of the nudist beach. It was my first time here, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves mixed with curiosity. The air smelled of salt and sunscreen, and as we walked further in, my eyes darted around, taking in the scene. Naked bodies sprawled across towels and lounged under umbrellas, men and women of all shapes and sizes, completely at ease. I tried not to stare, but the array of cocks swinging casually as people walked by was impossible to ignore. Some hung long and heavy, others were shorter but thick, and the variety was oddly mesmerizing. The women, too, caught my attention, curvy hips, flat stomachs, breasts ranging from full and round to small like mine. I felt a strange mix of self-consciousness and fascination.

I glanced down at myself, still fully clothed in a loose sundress with my bikini underneath. I’m short and trim, my A-cup breasts barely making a dent in the fabric, and below, my neatly trimmed pubes frame a small outward slit, nothing showy, nothing that protrudes. My lips down there are smooth and hairless, a detail I’d always liked about myself. Still, the thought of baring it all here made my stomach twist.

Richard, walking beside me, seemed perfectly at home. He’d been here before, many times, apparently, and it showed. As we passed a group of single women lounging on their towels, a few of them flashed warm, knowing smiles his way. One even gave a little wave. I couldn’t help but notice how their eyes lingered on him, and it struck me that he was well-liked here. It made sense, he’s charming in that easy, unassuming way of his. We’d met four years ago at the engineering firm where we both worked, back when he’d flirted with me and asked me out. I’d turned him down, citing my no-dating-coworkers rule, but we’d clicked anyway, becoming fast friends. This was the first time I’d seen him since he left the company last week, and when he’d suggested this beach trip, I’d agreed without fully grasping what I was in for.

“You okay?” Richard’s voice broke through my thoughts. He must’ve noticed my hesitation as I clutched the straps of my bag a little too tightly.

“Yeah, just… taking it all in,” I said, my eyes flicking to a man walking past with a cock that bobbed with every step. I quickly looked away, heat creeping up my neck.

“You don’t have to strip if you don’t want to,” he said, his tone reassuring. “Nudity’s not mandatory here. See?” He nodded toward a couple nearby, her in a bikini bottom, him in loose shorts. Another woman wore a sarong tied around her chest. It eased my nerves a bit, knowing I had an out.

I nodded, still feeling awkward as I set my bag down on the sand. Beneath my dress, my bikini felt like a safety net. I peeled off the dress, folding it carefully, hyper-aware of every movement as Richard started undressing beside me. He shed his shirt first, revealing the lean, familiar frame I’d seen in T-shirts a hundred times. Then his shorts came off, and I busied myself adjusting my towel, trying not to watch. But when he hooked his thumbs into his boxers and slid them down, I couldn’t help it, my breath caught in my throat. His cock was… impressive. Long and thick, it hung there with a casual confidence that made my mind flash to the porn I secretly loved watching. It was bigger than anything I’d seen in real life, and I hadn’t been prepared for that.

“Wow,” I blurted, then tried to play it cool. “I’m surprised you’ve been hiding that from me all this time. Four years, Richard, and you never thought to mention you’re packing that?”

He laughed, a deep, easy sound that broke the tension. “Didn’t think it’d come up in conversation at the office.”

“Well, it’s nice,” I said, aiming for nonchalant but probably failing. “Really nice.”

“Thanks,” he said, grinning as he spread his towel out. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

We settled onto our towels, the sun warming my skin through my bikini. For an hour or so, we chatted about everything and nothing, work gossip, his new freelance gig, the salty breeze. But my eyes kept wandering, and I couldn’t shake the curiosity about those smiling women. Finally, I leaned closer and lowered my voice. “So, how many of these women have you fucked? Some of them look like they know you pretty well.”

He raised an eyebrow, then smirked. “Just one, actually. Amanda.” He pointed discreetly to a woman a few yards away, tall, tanned, with dark hair and a relaxed posture. “She was a close friend of Sue’s.”

Sue, his late wife. He didn’t talk about her often, but when he did, it was with a quiet fondness. I tilted my head, intrigued. “Just a friend, huh?”

“Well…” He waved Amanda over, and to my shock, she strolled up with a bright smile. What followed was the most surreal conversation of my life. Richard introduced us, and within minutes, they were casually reminiscing about how Amanda, Sue, and Richard used to have threesomes, regularly, on birthdays, and sometimes just because. Amanda laughed as she recounted Sue’s playful rules, and Richard nodded along, unfazed. I sat there, wide-eyed, trying to process it.

Amanda turned to me, her tone light. “If you ever want me to join you two, I’d be happy to revive some memories.”

“Oh, we’re not,” Richard started, but I cut in, leaning toward her with a loud whisper.

“Yet.”

She chuckled and sauntered back to her spot, leaving me alone with Richard. He turned to me, his blue eyes searching mine. He was lying on his back now, and I noticed he’d pulled his towel over his groin sometime during the chat. “Did you mean that?” he asked. “About the ‘yet’?”

I met his gaze, my heart pounding. “Do you want to rectify that?”

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he lifted the edge of his towel just enough for me to see. His cock was swollen, straining against the air, and the sight sent a jolt through me. We didn’t say much after that, just dressed quickly, grabbed our things, and headed back to the hotel he’d booked for me.

In the hotel room, the air crackled with anticipation. The door clicked shut behind us, and we didn’t waste a second, our clothes hit the floor in a frantic heap, a trail of fabric leading to the bathroom. The shower was already steaming when we stepped in, the hot water sluicing over my skin, washing away the sand and salt. Richard’s hands were on me immediately, sliding down my wet sides, tracing the curve of my hips. His fingers slipped between my legs, finding my clit with a precision that made me gasp. The water pounded against my back as he worked me, his touch firm yet gentle, circling and teasing until my knees buckled. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as the first orgasm ripped through me, sharp and sudden, a burst of heat that left me trembling against him. He held me steady, his lips brushing my ear, whispering something I couldn’t catch over the sound of the water and my own ragged breathing.

We barely toweled off, still dripping as we stumbled out of the shower. My skin tingled, hypersensitive from the release, and I felt bold, hungry for more. I turned to face him, then bent over in front of the bathroom counter, my hands gripping the edge as I reached back with both hands to spread myself wide. The cool air hit my exposed flesh, a stark contrast to the warmth still radiating from my core. Richard’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his cock already hard again, glistening from the shower. He bent his knees slightly, aligning himself, and then he was inside me, one slow, deliberate thrust that stretched me open. I moaned, the fullness overwhelming, his thickness pressing against every sensitive spot inside me. He started moving, long strokes that dragged his length out nearly to the tip before plunging back in, each one sending a shudder through me. My fingers found my clit, rubbing in time with his rhythm, and the combination pushed me over the edge again, a quick, intense orgasm that made my walls clench around him, my breath hitching as I rode it out.

He slowed, letting me catch my breath, then guided me to the bed. We sank onto the crisp sheets, and he pulled me close, positioning me beneath him in missionary. His hands explored me, sliding up my thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there, then roaming higher to cup my small breasts. His thumbs brushed my nipples, teasing them into tight peaks as he entered me again. This time, it was slower, more deliberate, his cock sliding in deep, filling me completely, then pulling back with a languid grace that let me feel every inch of him. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious stretch that made my toes curl. His hands stayed on my breasts, kneading gently, his fingers occasionally pinching my nipples just hard enough to send sparks down my spine. I arched into him, meeting his thrusts, my hands gripping his biceps as the pleasure built layer by layer. His breath was hot against my neck, his lips grazing my skin, and I felt utterly consumed by him, by the weight of his body, the steady rhythm of his hips, the way his cock seemed to fit me perfectly.

After a while, he shifted us again, rolling onto his side and pulling me with him into a spooning position. His chest pressed against my back, warm and solid, one arm sliding beneath me to cradle my breast while the other hand gripped my thigh, lifting it slightly to give him better access. He entered me from behind, and the angle was new, his cock hitting deeper, brushing against a spot that made me whimper. His strokes were slow at first, almost teasing, his length gliding in and out with a slick, sensual ease. His hand on my thigh tightened, fingers digging into my flesh as he picked up the pace, each thrust sending a ripple of pleasure through me. His other hand toyed with my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and the dual sensations, his cock inside me, his touch on my skin, built a slow, simmering heat. I reached back, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as his lips found my shoulder, kissing and nipping the skin there. The intimacy of it, the way our bodies fit together, was intoxicating. I felt every movement, every subtle shift of his hips, and it drove me higher until I was panting, my body trembling on the edge.

“I’m close,” he murmured against my ear, his voice rough with need. “Where?”

“In me,” I gasped, desperate to feel him let go. My pussy clenched around him as he thrust harder, his rhythm faltering as he came. His cock pulsed inside me, jerking with each spurt, and I swore I could feel the hot rush of his release, coating my insides as he groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through me. I rode the wave of his orgasm, my own pleasure spiking as his thrusts slowed, his body shuddering against mine.

He stayed inside me as he softened, his breath evening out. I turned my head, meeting his eyes with a lazy smile. “That was incredible. Your cock is… unreal.”

He chuckled, kissing my shoulder. “You’ve got a first-rate pussy, Lisa. Seriously.”

“It’s getting sore, though,” I admitted, and he pulled out gently, his touch tender as he shifted down the bed. His mouth found my clit, warm and soft, his tongue circling it with a slow, deliberate pressure that made me sigh. His fingers slipped inside me, massaging my walls, still slick with his cum and my arousal. The combination was perfect, his mouth teasing my sensitive bud, his fingers curling just right, and the pleasure built steadily, a deep, rolling wave that arched my back off the bed. I came again, longer this time, my body shaking as I cried out, my hands fisting the sheets.

We showered again, the water a soothing balm on my overstimulated skin. His hands were everywhere, sliding over my back, tracing my spine, cupping my ass as we stood under the spray. I returned the favor, running my fingers through his wet hair, pressing my body against his as we lingered, not quite ready to let the moment end. Eventually, we dressed and headed to dinner, trading stories over seafood about my job at the engineering firm and how much I missed his data-processing wizardry.

Afterward, he suggested a walk, but I had other ideas. “I haven’t sucked you yet,” I said, keeping my voice low as we stepped away from the restaurant. “I want to fix that.”

Back in the room, I took charge. I stripped him slowly, peeling off his shirt to reveal the lean planes of his chest, then sliding his pants and boxers down, letting his cock spring free. It was limp at first, soft and heavy in my hand as I knelt before him. I stopped him when he reached for my clothes, this was about him, about me giving him something. I took him into my mouth, savoring the velvety texture as he swelled against my tongue. My lips stretched around him, and I felt powerful, in control, as I worked him deeper. Our eyes locked, his darkening with every slow, deliberate suck. I varied my technique, long, languid strokes where I took him to the back of my throat, then pulled back to tease the tip with quick, flicking licks. My hands joined in, one cupping his balls, rolling them gently, the other stroking the base where my mouth couldn’t reach. His cock filled my mouth, thick and hard, the taste of him salty and raw. My jaw ached, but I loved it, the fullness, the way his breath quickened, the soft groans he couldn’t hold back.

“If you’ve got any left,” I said, pulling off for a moment, my voice husky, “cum in my mouth.” I dove back in, sucking harder, my tongue swirling around the head before plunging down again. I hollowed my cheeks, creating a tight suction, then softened my lips for a gentler, wetter glide. His hands fisted in my hair, not pushing, just holding on as his hips twitched. He came with a guttural moan, his cock pulsing as hot spurts hit my tongue. I took it all, swallowing every drop, my eyes never leaving his as I slowed, letting him ride out the aftershocks.

He was still hard when I pulled back, and I grinned, wiping my lips. “More?”

“God, yes,” he rasped, and I laughed, my mouth too sore to keep going. I stripped off my clothes, the air cool against my heated skin, and pushed him onto the bed. Climbing on top, I sank onto him, his cock sliding into me with a slick, perfect fit. I rode him slowly at first, rolling my hips to feel him deep inside, then leaned forward, my hands braced on his chest as I picked up the pace. His hands reached for me, but I batted them away, pinning his wrists above his head. “Just lie there,” I commanded, and he obeyed, his eyes burning with lust as I took what I wanted. I shifted positions, sitting upright to grind against him, then leaning back, one hand on his thigh as I angled him just right. His cock hit every spot I needed, the friction building me up until I came, hard and fast, my pussy clenching around him. I didn’t stop, kept riding, chasing another, then another, each orgasm sharper, more intense, my body trembling as I used him relentlessly. Sweat beaded on my skin, my breath came in gasps, and finally, I collapsed beside him, spent and sated.

“Friends, huh?” he said, smirking as he caught his breath.

“Best kind,” I replied, already wondering how we’d top this tomorrow.