Beachfront Caresses

 

It was 5am on day 5 of a business "vacation" in Destin, Florida. I was sitting in my hotel room in a towel, looking over my meeting notes for the day. My sales prospect would be at the Pensacola airport soon. I was not looking forward to some old fart from France looking to cut a good deal on machine parts. I was already tired, sick of travel and did not want spend all day sucking up to some snooty Frenchman who probably smelled of too much cologne. I had a bad attitude and it was getting worse. 

I was grumbling under my breath. I yanked the brush through my hair, frustrated with myself for accepting an assignment like this. I felt like throwing an absolute fit but instead simply let out a growl. 

"You need to get a grip, " I said into the mirror, pointing at myself with the brush. I knew if I did not give myself an attitude adjustment before I got to the airport then the chances of blowing the deal were very high. 

Dressing, I decided to go with sexy. I knew it would be wasted on the snooty Frenchman, but at least I could still feel sexy. Lacy pink underneath, a rather thin white blouse under a pink jacket and skirt, sandals of course. This was Florida, not a board room.

By 7am I was in the lobby. The concierge smiled at me appreciatively -- a much needed boost for my tired ego. The driver, an older man, met me at the concierge desk and led me to the car. He had me at the airport in Pensacola by 10, in plenty of time to meet the Frenchman. I made my way to the greeting area and waited only a few minutes until the plane arrived. As the passengers entered the terminal, I stood off to the side with my stupid little sign emblazoned with his company's name. 

As I watched for my stodgy old Frenchmen to emerge, I noticed one of the handsomest men I have ever encountered walk through the gate. He smiled right at me, turned my way, and walked straight toward me. This delicious man looked to be in his mid 30's, well over 6 foot tall, well built, dark eyes and a head of thick wavy black hair peeking out from under a cowboy hat. 

"You must be Sandoa." He said as he held out his hand. His accent was clearly Texan. I met his hand with a firm professional handshake and looked him right in the eye, using my corporate façade to cover the fact I have been knocked off my feet in more ways than one. I felt a swoon coming on and thought to myself, “This day is definitely looking up!”

"I'm Michael Davis." he grinned. "I apologize for not being what you expected. Gerard had an emergency, so they sent me instead."

I tried not to stutter. "Welcome to Florida, Michael." 

As we began to walk toward baggage claim I asked him how the flight was. The normal question one would ask a stranger to break the ice. He told me about turbulence over the Atlantic and ending up 2 hours in Goose Bay, Canada. His description made the place sound like little more than an airstrip and a jet fuel station. 

The sound of his Texas drawl was soothing and warm. I quickly became disgusted with myself for allowing my mind to wander off into thoughts of what it might be like to have him whispering in my ear, my bare breasts against his chest, or the feel of his thick brown mustache on my skin. Whenever I feel such an instant attraction to a man, it tends to both heighten my physical senses and dull my business sense. 

We came to a single doorway that led from the gate area to baggage claim. He placed a gentlemanly hand at the small of my back for just a moment to guide me through ahead of him - a warm hand, soft, kind. The tingling in the curve of my spine at his slightest touch took my attention for several seconds and forced me to pull myself back in.

It took a few minutes for the luggage to start arriving and several more for his bag to arrive. Our small talk was polite. He told me about 2 children sitting in the row with him and how he entertained them with various travel games while their appreciative mother took a short nap. The entire time he talked, all I could think about is how beautiful his face was, how soothing his warm voice was and oddly enough, how on earth did this gorgeous Texan end up working in Toulouse, France. It was a losing battle and I knew it. I wanted him. Everything about him, from his large hands to his twinkling eyes, appealed to me.

 

 I am rather good at being a tough, almost emotionless negotiator. I have never let attraction get in the way of a deal. This meeting was too important to the business to allow myself the disadvantage of getting lusty over this Texan.  

He collected his luggage and we began to make our way to the car. The driver took his bags and Michael opened the rear door and guided me into the car ahead of him. As soon as I was seated, I reached down to remove my laptop from my carryall, preparing to begin the negotiations during our two-and-a-half-hour drive. But Michael reached over and gently closed my laptop. 

"We have 2 days for business," he said. "Let's just get to know each other a little on the drive." His hand lingered a moment atop the laptop, which was, in fact, on my lap. Not long enough to be construed as a pass, but on the personal side. 

I smiled, put my laptop away, leaned back in the corner of the seat and crossed my legs, getting comfortable. As I did so, my sandal came partly off and dangled from my toes for a moment. Michael grinned again and slid my shoe back onto my foot and brushed my ankle just for the slightest moment. A thought washed over my brain, a fantasy, of him caressing his way upward inside my skirt - fantasy of only seconds envisioning us having sex on the leather seats of the limo all the way to Destin. I blinked it off, subconsciously tugged downward at my skirt and forced myself to pay attention to what Michael was saying. 

Eventually the subject of conversation changed from his flight, to my trip to Florida. Anywhere is an improvement over Cleveland, Ohio in mid January and I said as much. As the drive continued, we talked about our jobs, our upbringing, and yes, even how a big strong Texan ended up in Toulouse, France. We talked and giggled as if we had known each other all our lives and I realized I had an intellectual attraction to this man as well as physical. 

Before I knew it we were back in Destin and Michael was standing outside the car door offering his hand, which I accepted. I could not help but notice how his big hand engulfed mine. I wondered how it would feel to have his enormous hands covering my body. I was in big trouble.  I had to keep my mind on business.

 

We chattered a few minutes as he took care of business at the desk. Adjoining rooms so we walked together to our rooms.  We decided to meet at 6 in the lounge and then have dinner. 

I spent the time in my room, going over some notes and charts. Running the numbers one more time. My thoughts kept drifting to Michael's face and wonderment at how his lips would feel on my own. It was quite a struggle to shake it off and get back to the numbers and I was only successful for a short time before the fantasies would come back to me. 

I quickly realized I was getting much too sensual to keep my mind on business and decided a break to relieve the tension was a good idea. I closed my eyes and pictured him caressing my body as I moved my hands over my soft silk blouse. I cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed them just so before unbuttoning my blouse. 

My nipples were waiting for me as I slipped the cups of my bra down to reveal them, bright pink, engorged, rock hard and super sensitive. I pinched them both at the same time several times, sending a shiver of pure pleasure over my body and decided a nipple orgasm would be fun. 

I twisted in the desk chair slightly to reach my suitcase, pulled out my trusty 3” bullet vibe. I turned back around in the chair, hiked up my skirt to my waist and lifted my legs up over each arm of the chair so that my middle was spread wide open. I looked at myself in the closet mirror across the room. My braless breasts with their huge nipples were now covered by the thin white blouse and desperately trying to poke their way out. The sight of my pink satin and lace panties brought my attention to my groin. I turned on the little vibrator and tucked it just under my panties, nestled in the folds of my labia. The soft vibration tingled my entire smooth slit, from my clitoris, over the opening to my center and down over the sensitive pink flesh between holes. 

I let the vibrator do its work and turned my attention to my nipples. Closing my eyes, I envisioned Michael's hands and lips on my breasts. I lay my head back on the chair and arched my back slightly to push my breasts up in the air. I played with them in my hands, caressing, kneading the soft mounds of flesh. My nipples, oh so sensitive, responded as I pinched and pulled and twisted at them just right to achieve the desired effect. 

It only took minutes for my breath to quicken and involuntary moans of pleasure to escape my lips. As the waves of orgasm washed over me, my mind centered on the desire of Michael's body covering mine. The orgasm surprised me in its strength, convulsing my entire body as it continued in wave upon wave. 

Just as the intense orgasm began to subside, I increased the nipple molestation and pushed myself to a second, smaller orgasm that quickly faded. I slipped the vibrator out of my now very moist panties and turned it off. I moved my legs down off the chair's arms and I sat for several minutes with my head back, enjoying the glow following such an intense release. I straightened myself up and went back to my work.  Though still tingly from masturbating, I was able to concentrate.

 

Thoughts of Michael still invaded my brain. I finally decided fighting the urge was just useless. I needed to seduce Michael at the same time I was conquering him on business. Perhaps, if all went well, we would celebrate our deal over a night of lovemaking. 

Around 5pm I touched up my makeup, fooled around with my hair a little, changed my jewelry. I decided to drop the suit and go with just the white blouse and a buttery yellow skirt that hugged my curves. I finished the look with silver sandals, hoping to bring Michael's attention back to my body. I routinely use my looks as just that little extra advantage in a tough negotiation but tonight I wanted to go beyond that to seduction. 

Michael was waiting for me in the lounge. He was nursing something amber and warm looking. He stood up as soon as he saw me and held my chair for me. As he moved to his own chair his hand brushed my shoulder sending a tingle through me. The minute I was close to him that very comfortable sensual feeling set every nerve in my body on alert. 

I chided myself and determined to control myself and hold the business advantage at least until the deal was done. To succeed at this level a woman must be hard, in total control of every word, every nuance. I tried to remind myself that I had to control the flirtation as part of the game but I could not let it get beyond my business façade just yet. 

I ordered a glass of wine and we talked a few minutes about the hotel and whether he had everything he needed in his room. Our server let us know our table was ready in the dining room and as I pushed my chair back Michael quickly moved to hold my chair. 

"Thank you," I smiled. 

His own smile was warm and kind. He offered his elbow and I slid my hand under his forearm to be escorted to our table. His warmth and gentle kindness were like a soothing fuzzy blanket, but I could feel the strength of hard muscle under the fabric of his jacket. For just an instant I envisioned turning so his strong muscular arms embraced me, but I quickly shoved it out of my mind. 

Michael seated me at the table and we continued our easy conversation there. Chatting about simple things -- the ambiance of the room, the quality of the wine, the talent of the violinist playing in a corner of the room. As the meal progressed, we moved to more personal topics with equal ease -- our hopes in the near and distant future. Mine mostly centered on my career. His were mostly centered on his desire to have his own family. 

Throughout the meal I kept looking for an opportunity to turn to business but the timing was just not right. He was in no mood for tough negotiations and clearly wanted only to enjoy the meal and the conversation. We lingered long after our plates were taken away and the dining room began to empty. Finally, the conversation wound down but neither of us really wanted to go to our rooms. He had mentioned earlier that it had been years since he had his toes in the sand so we decided to wander out to the beach. 

We stopped at one of the benches behind the resort at the beach, and removed our shoes. Though it was after dark the sand was still warm. He offered his arm to guide me through the deep expanse of soft sand that eventually gave way to the place along the water compacted by the tides. 

The surf felt wonderful on my feet. Finally, after days of being here I had an opportunity to just walk peacefully along the water. It was a perfect night. The ocean breeze was on the calmer side, as was the surf. The moon hung low out over the water in front of us. The water was still warm, even for January. The air was a little cool and cut right through my thin silk blouse, making my nipples harden. I was grateful for the dim light of moon and distant resort lights. 

We walked down the beach. Speaking some but mostly just breathing the salt air in silence. It was a comfortable silence.  Eventually we reached the pier and I realized we had walked nearly 4 miles. As I tilted my watch toward the moonlight to check the time, Michael said, "Why don't we go over to that lounge patio and sit for a few minutes before we head back." I agreed. As we neared the light of the bar, I caught Michael noticing the protrusion of hard nipples inside my thin blouse and smiling to himself, unaware that I had noticed. 

We did not sit long. A couple of local beers and soon we were back out on the surf. As we passed under the pier, Michael reached out and took my hand. I had been careful to give him no indication of my desire for him, and given the professional nature of this meeting it was a very bold gesture. I did not pull away. On the contrary, I decided to let it play itself out since the attraction was clearly mutual. 

We wandered along the beach, holding hands some, letting go, and holding hands more. Now and again, we stopped to just stand in awe of nature's beauty and then moved on. As before there was some chatter but mostly a comfortable quiet. On one of my stops to stand still and watch a freighter off in the distance, a shiver came over me from the cool breeze. 

I heard Michael's voice coming from just behind me. "Are you cold?" Before I could answer he slipped his arms around my shoulders from behind and gently held me back against his warm body. I instinctively melted against him and laid my head back against his chest.

 

All pretense of professionalism was gone. The moment was perfect, as if the creator himself had brought us both to this time and place. It was right. Any "wrongness" that might have been part of our situation never entered my thoughts. I was just completely and totally in the moment. 

After quite a few minutes I pulled forward ever so slightly and we again held hands and worked our way a little farther up the beach. We passed our resort, without discussion, both of us preferring to prolong the moment. Our resort was at the end of the commercial area and we entered a quiet, more natural residential area of the beachfront. Without the lights coming from the resorts, we soon found ourselves bathed only in moonlight. The stars come out brighter and the night was even more beautiful. I stopped to face the ocean and enjoy the quickly cooling salt breeze on my face. 

Michael stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me to his warmth. This time I leaned back into him and closed my eyes. Never had I been so completely comfortable with a man before. He was not my conquest, nor was I his. I realized my breathing had changed to match his. I melted into him as his arms tightened around me slightly. I could feel the slight movement of his firm arms and chest against me. He was solid and soft. 

He brought a hand up and gently cupped my chin and left cheek in a gentle but demanding way. "Look at me" he said huskily as he tilted my head back against his chest. 

I opened my eyes and met his, the moonlight glimmering in his face. He ran a thumb over my bottom lip and I opened my mouth slightly. He bent over me from behind and kissed me softly, tenderly. His go-tee tickled my tender face and his lips prodded my own open farther. The kiss deepened as we tasted and explored. 

He moved his hands to fondle my breasts from outside my silky blouse for just a moment before beginning to unbutton it. As our lips danced against one another with more confidence, I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and finished unbuttoning it. At the same time his hands smoothly opened the front closure of my thin bra. His caresses were unhurried, lingering. 

The ocean air and the feel of his soft but demanding hands on my bare body caused me to groan softly into his mouth. He turned me to face him without breaking our kiss and ran his hands up behind my blouse to caress my bare back and down over my hips.

I was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, enjoying the reveal of his pecs and upper belly as each open button allowed the moonlight to shimmer on his skin. As I pulled his shirt open and up out of his pants he straightened up, breaking our lingering kiss and allowed me explore his firm fuzzy chest, back, shoulders and throat with my face and hands. His warmth and man smell filled me as I pressed my body into his. It was soft, slow, calm. 

After a few minutes he put his hands on my shoulders and backed up just an inch. "There's a swing over there," he said. "Shall we?" I turned my head to look and saw that it was one of those padded swings with the fabric roof over it. 

I nodded and we walked arm in arm the short distance to it. We stood in front of it, watching each other disrobe. Taking in the shadows and curves of each other's body in the moonlight. We stood there, 3 feet apart, in front of the moon, the surf, the creator and one another, taking in the visual pleasure of each other. 

We took our time. Savoring every glint of moonlight on curve, every shadow on muscle. For quite a few minutes we stood there taking each other in. Finally, I took half a step forward and ran my hand over his muscular belly. 

"Michael" I whispered. 

He reached out and took my protruding nipple gently between his fingers before spreading his large hands out over my breast. We stood there, a foot apart, watching our hands explore each other's body. I worked my way down over his hardening manhood and cupped his scrotum in my hand lightly. His eyes closed and he held onto my shoulders as I ran my hand up and down gently and slowly over his shaft. His buttocks tightened as I continued to watch him. The movement of my hand on him brought him to full arousal and he allowed me to fondle him. Now and then he would open his eyes and look down to watch me stroke him softly. 

 

Eventually he stepped forward to press his body against mine and slipped his hands around to my backside. He used one big hand to pull my lower cheeks apart and to hold me tightly to his chest. His other hand snaked down the cleavage between cheeks. He bent to kiss my shoulder and worked up the side of my neck. He tongued my earlobe softly. His hard member pressed against my upper belly as he slipped his long probing fingers between my legs and began to tenderly explore the folds of my very warm smooth-shaven center. 

He fingered me gently and tasted my throat and shoulders until I was gasping softly in his ear. Gently, slowly he slipped a finger up inside me, pulling me up into him until I was up on my toes. I was swaying with the gentle motion of his hand moving inside me, his hard member throbbing slightly and rubbing firmly against my belly, his lips and warm breath on the sensitive side of my neck. My soft gasps turned to soft groans into his ear. 

"Can you cum standing up?" he whispered delicately into my ear while nibbling my lobe. "Yes, Michael, yes," I gasped quietly in return.

His fingers probed deeper and became just slightly more demanding, finding every corner of my delicate insides. His long fingers probed the firm bud leading to my womb. My wetness flowed down over his hand as I began to shake slightly. My box tightened around his wiggling fingers. My ragged breath echoed in his ear and my own heartbeat echoed in my own. My hands slipped around to his buttocks and I pulled him tighter into me. As my shaking intensified, my gasps and moans became more breathless. I exploded deeply, the waves of it mirroring the surf. My entire being melded with my surroundings. 

The orgasm throbbed in my brain and I did not even realize Michael had pulled my legs up around his waist, holding me up by my backside, and carried me to the swing. He sat down so that I was straddled over him in his lap facing him. 

My hands moved to his soft black hair for a moment as he lowered his head and hands to my breasts. The fondling and nibbling on my hard nipples only served to continue the throbbing inside my middle. I needed him inside me. I wanted him as I had never wanted anything in my life. Not with a mad passion but in quiet desperation. 

I pushed up on my knees to make room under me, and used my hand to slip his very hard rod into me. For many minutes I sat still with him twitching slightly inside me, my inner muscles gripping him greedily. He continued to fondle my breasts. He began to pump me lightly and slowly at first but as the minutes went by his thrusts quickened and become deeper. My slippery clit slid up and down the hard bone of his loins. His legs tightened and relaxed under me, alternately pressing my lower cleavage apart and then together with our rhythm. My body moved in unison with him as naturally as if we had been lovers for a lifetime. He grew larger and harder inside me and my body responded. The wetness inside me flowed out and down over his balls down into the cushions of the swing. We were both gasping and moaning now. 

I moved up onto my knees to give us more room to move as our hips met each other half way. His now fully engorged iron hard manhood slid deeply in and out of my soaking wet hole. The sound of our legs slapping softly as we connected mixed with the slurping sounds from inside me and moaning and ocean and breeze. He pulled his face away from my breasts and put his head back, watching me. I rode atop him effortlessly as if we were created especially for each other. We both became lost in each other. There was nothing but the moment. Deep inside me, deeper than ever before, a wave began to gather. The smell of sex wafted up from between us. My hands gripped his shoulders. My breasts bounced in his face. 

"Michael, oh …. Michael" I gasped breathlessly. My body could not hold back.  It gripped the part of him inside me. He moved to pull out to cum but I was full down on him.  We came together, something I had always thought was a dime store novel myth.  The beauty of it was almost excruciating.  

We moved to put our chins on each other's shoulder in unison, our breathing echoing in each other's ear. I had my arms wrapped around his head and shoulders as he held me tightly around my waist. Our chests heaved against each other as hot breath warmed each other's necks. 

As we cooled, I felt the chilly ocean breeze on my back and moved to sit next to him in the swing. Instead, he laid me across him so that my back was in his lap and my head cradled in his arm. He ran his hand over my naked cooling body telling me how beautiful I was. I looked up at him, wondering if he was real.

Quietly we walked hand in hand back to the resort. He walked to me to my room and kissed me sweetly on the forehead as we parted for the night. As I lay in my bed the purity and honesty of our lovemaking washed over me and I cried over the sheer beauty of it. In my heart I knew I never wanted this to end. I knew I belonged to this man, that I was born to make love to this man. As I drifted off to sleep his smell and taste and feel filled my being. 

I woke to daylight and quickly showered and dressed for my last day in Destin. A knock at the door broke into my thoughts. It was Michael with breakfast and his laptop. He kissed me a slow lingering kiss and patted my backside as I smiled up into his shining face. 

We sat and ate. We opened our laptops and business began. To be honest, I was still drunk with lovemaking from the night before and Michael could have stolen the farm from me as the saying goes. However, he met our price right away, and the deal was quickly done. 

After breakfast we took another long walk on the beach, with lots of holding and kissing but no lovemaking in broad daylight of course. We parted a few hours later. His driver waited patiently while we lingered at the cars. Neither wanting to say goodbye. Soon he was gone, back to Toulouse, France. A few hours later I was en route to Cleveland. 

It was not until weeks later that I realized I had been changed by Michael. I can't say that I thought about him day and night. Yet he completed something inside me that I had never known was incomplete. Many people who had known me for years commented on the calm stillness that had taken over me. I still had my corporate edge but I was different. 

Six months later a package arrived at my office. It was a box of sand with Michael's business card taped to the inside of the lid -- his new job was in Texas. I called him, of course.