All I want for Christmas is a nude beach
By Christine Kirchoff
I have given up on Christmas and all it’s supposed to hold. No erratic parents, bratty children, or freezing snow. No constant Christmas music, long lines, and attitudes. I almost want to cheer at the thought as I head toward my car. Of course, I’m humming that damn Christmas song that refuses to leave my mind. My suitcase is ready, my tank full and I have all my very naughty lingerie packed.
Hawaii here I come!
I’m spending all my hard-earned money from my law firm to enjoy the warm sunrays on a nude beach and only worry about whose ass I’m staring at – sexy man on the left or sensual and well hung on the right. I can imagine the scene with ease. The wind begins to whirl, sending my blonde hair in a wild frenzy that I don’t bother to tame. I have about an hour out of the countryside that is Upstate New York and another hour before I arrive at the airport. I’m giddy with excitement as the interior of the car defrosts my bones.
Goodbye Christmas, hello hot naked men on the beach!
The wheel is smooth in my hands, the seat belt tight around me as I follow the curves in the twisted road that leads down my mountain. Okay so it isn’t mine, but there are only three houses on it and mine is the highest. My hips begin a little wiggle, anticipation building inside my body like a bomb. That sand can’t sink between my toes fast enough. I frown at the sky; it seems to mock my good mood with dark threatening clouds. Mother Nature had better hold off, she has to understand the need to see hot naked men. My mind is so intent on hard cock that I fail to notice the slow trickle of snow, I did frown when the big flakes start to clutter my shield, doesn’t it just figure. Mother Nature didn’t want me to get laid! Life isn’t fair. I don’t realize how true the statement is until I feel it. The sudden slide – tires not gripping – panic because there’s no traction and you’re on a fucking hill. My breath catches, the inhale swift of cool air before I see the other car. Its headlights pierce the suddenly wild storm.
We are going to crash.
My scream isn’t as loud as the metal crunching or our cars rolling down the embankment to land in a snow covered ditch. My erratic heartbeat however is too loud to ignore. I swallow hard; lift my shaking hands to stare at them. A car accident, I’m supposed to be in Hawaii. Where is my hard cock? It is the last thought I have then my sight darkened and the shock causes me to faint.
I feel warmth spread over my body, lovely heat that makes my hips squirm. I remember what happened, the car accident, the shaking, the naked images and open my eyes to…is this my hard cock? The man that sits next to me, leaning over is fucking hot. He has this disheveled brown hair, the black shirt is taunt over his wide chest, and I swear I feel something poke my thigh.
“It’s okay, go slow, we’ve been in a car accident and I don’t know if you’re head is hurt.”
“My head’s just fine.” That’s honestly what I meant to say, what comes out of my mouth however is, “Head fine, body is on fire at the sight of you.” My eyes go wide, lips slack and cheeks pink. His smile is worth the embarrassment, it lights his hard angled face. He has to be near my age of thirty and these little laugh lines enhance his features. “I didn’t mean to say that…” I finish lamely.
“Baby, my erection should speak for itself.” He seems to adjust body, no longer leaning over but his hips are closer.
I finally sit up, look around, and groan. His car is totaled, wrapped around a tree and what looks like a deflated tire through my blurry windshield.
“Your heat is working, and my cell but it won’t start. I called for help; it’ll be a few hours because the storm is dropping a lot of heavy winds and snow.”
“Great.” I murmur and hold his gaze. Maybe Mother Nature has heard my pleas. “I’m Candice. Everyone calls me Candy.”
“Mark.” He takes my hand, such warmth, his skin tingles against mine, and he holds on longer than he has to. In fact, he starts holding my hand. “Candy huh?” I nod at him, a small smile creeping onto his face. “You know, I’ve always had a thing for candy, never grown out of it. I just love eating it.” He says the last few words with ardor, his eyes change from a placid brown to a darker, lusty brown.
“We do have to stay warm…” I hear myself say, biting my lip as he leans closer. The back seat of my car was bigger than average and I suddenly thought what a beautiful thing it is. I also want to see his beautiful thing. His lips are soft, slick from his tongue and they part as quickly as mine do. Neither of us have the apprehension of virgins or the audacity of players. His kiss is perfect. Deep, gentle yet firm. His hands are as big as my breast, how do I know? They slowly slither up my front and holds them. Caressing, messaging until I moan. “I lied…” His lips ease, his hands still. “I don’t want the nude beach in Hawaii. I want your hard cock.” The words sound right, feel right and when his lips meet mine, they are wild. His tongue thrusts deep and I hear the sound of my shirt tearing. Who cared? I sure as hell didn’t. His bare skin on my flat stomach sends shivers racing between my legs. He circles a few fingers around my navel before he moves my bra straps down my arms, unleashing my tits and the hard nipples puckering for him.
“Fucking beautiful.” He murmurs, no longer kissing me crazy but staring. Watching as he pinches and flicks the tiny pink pearls. “How hard will they get when my mouth sucks?” I don’t know if he expects me to answer so I open my mouth and he descends. His tongue laps the right one, then left. Suddenly I can’t keep my eyes open, lips, tongue, finger, sucking, licking, teeth. He bombards my nipples with so many sensations I’m swimming, no drowning in pleasure. My jeans are suddenly loose; his hand slides down my body and strokes the edge of my slinky red panties. “Will you…take them off?” He asks between hard sucks that make me delirious. “Kneel and show me how pretty your pussy is?”
How can a girl say no to that? He pulls away, removes his shirt and I scrap my fingernails over his ripped chest. I move as he asked, maneuvering my jeans off my body and watching him watch me. My fingertips dip beneath the rim of my panties, teasing and torturing until he growls. The sound excites every sexual nerve ending I contain. Slowly, I slide them down, revealing the dolphin tattoo over my pussy and then the hairless skin that leads straight toward my vagina. He holds his breath; I can see his chest still as my panties drop to the floor. It’s a little awkward spreading my legs and I decide on one foot on the floor with knee outward, the other leg bent and hunched over.
“This is perfect view.” He murmurs, reaches out to pinch my nipple. “Your pretty face, sexy tits, and damn it baby…that pussy is going to suck the life out of me.”
His words make laughter bubble up and a giggle sound. He grins and reaches even further. His finger slips past my wet nether lips and sinks right inside me. It feels magnificent and I thrust my hips toward him. In moments, I’m on my back, lying before him with legs wide. I thought for sure he’d fuck me; my last backseat sex went that way. Instead, he looks between my legs, blows gently until goose bumps decorate my skin and then open me up. Mark parts me until he can see the hole that wants to milk his cock to orgasm. He bends, his lips rubbing once then twice and suddenly I’m on fire. Correction, my clit is on fire. He attacks like a beast, a starving, untamed man that found heaven. It makes me grin then makes me come. The rush of pleasure sweeps through my system like a fire, singing every thought but his skin on me, his tongue in me. He swipes at the liquid determined to savor every drop. “Oh God, please Mark! Please fuck me!” I’m not below begging, not where this man is concerned.
His rises over me, shifts slightly. I watch him pull his cock free of his pants and oh my, what a hard cock it is, exactly what I want for Christmas. He places the tip at my entrance his hand embraces my right breast, circling the nipple as his tip enters. It stretches wonderfully until another release surges through my body. I’m humming with sated desire. This man is amazing, two orgasms and he hasn’t even thrust inside yet.
He does then every inch of that penis fills me. We both groan loud and long. “Mark…” I whisper his name, my head tilts back, but I don’t want to miss a moment of this, of watching us.
He moves in me, slow at first, testing my limits for he asks, “Do you like it hard or do you want me to go easy?” He asks as if he doesn’t mind either which made me smile. A man who finds pleasure in either is a rare and wonderful find. Then he pulls out and slams back in.
“Hard.” Without a doubt, I want hard. He pins me with an intense stare and enters me without pause. In and out, his warm flesh rasping across my clit has fireworks erupt before my eyes. This is bliss, this is torture, this is…He groans, his speed increases, his balls slap wickedly against me, and then he quickly pulls out. His large hands wrap around his cock and pump as if his life depends on it. Warm sperm shoots out, spraying over my quivering belly and he cries out my name so guttural, so pleased that the sound makes me come. A small, satisfying climax seeps through me as he falls on top of me, his elbows keeping his weight from crushing.
We have no problem keeping warm, even as the sun settles and he finds his arousal ready for another round. It takes hours for rescue to find us. Twelve glorious hours I can never forget and then as we sit in an ambulance to warm from the climb up Mark begins telling me about his life and me about mine.
We spent out honeymoon on the nude beaches of Hawaii but my eyes could only see his scrumptious ass. My Mark.
© Christine Kirchoff