A Surfer’s Story

The surf was great that afternoon. The weather was particularly warm for November in Northern California with picturesque, shoulder-high waves groomed smooth by a steady offshore breeze. I sat on my board and watched the next set of waves coming, advancing lines echoing a horizon that was already turning rosy. When the first wave began to stand up in front of me I let it go by, instead turning to watch my girl, Ani, fly down the line of the peeling wave, her board in trim, her supple, full hips cocked suggestively as she flew by me. Actually she wasn’t mine, but she sure knew how to surf. I loved the way her muscular ass looked wrapped in the tight, wet neoprene of her wetsuit, glistening and black. A vision of her white skin underneath and the hope that she might ask me to peel that black rubber off her someday gave me butterflies.

I caught the next wave and rode it all the way to the beach where Ani was already waiting for me, her board under her arm and her short, brown hair plastered to her head in a salty pompadour. She looked ridiculously cute standing there grinning, squinting into the low sun. Sparkling drops of cold brine clung to her lips and eyelashes and dripped off her strong jaw.

“Nice nose ride hula girl!” I said, making her grin even wider. She laughed and popped her big, brown eyes, then stuck out her tongue at me as I pantomimed her signature hip wiggling. We teased each other constantly and since she was a better surfer than I was, I felt it was my duty to give her shit when I had the opportunity.

Ani reveled in being a tease and I was her willing victim. I’d met her through a friend, Sara, almost six weeks ago. Sara didn’t surf, but like a lot of non-surfers thought all surfers must have some deep bond. In some way she was right, but in general I don’t like surfers in spite of the fact that my closest friends are of that persuasion. So, when Sara told me that her friend Ani was a surfer and that she’d introduce us, I said “I don’t know, I’m kinda grumpy and not great at making new friends.”

“You need new friends, and she’s cute”

She rolled her eyes at my sudden change of expression. She handed me a piece of paper. “Her name’s Ani. That’s her number, give her a call. I told her you might call.”

Damn, I should have seen that coming. “Another ‘perfect match’ for me?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help you out, stop being so damn ungrateful.” She said, trying to sound hurt. The last few dates she’d set me up with had been well publicized disasters, but she knew I’d give a surfer girl a call and did the next afternoon.

Ani and I had actually never gone on a date, but had spent plenty of hours in the water together at a beach near the city, meeting up after work, flirting and surfing for a few hours until it got dark and then saying goodbye in the parking lot. This was the first time I’d suggested we take a drive up the coast an hour to Bolinas, a weird but charming little beach town with a surf break that could be pretty fun sometimes. Scoring good surf wasn’t the real impetus behind me suggesting the visit. A family friend owned a cottage there, a few houses in from the beach and he let me use it sometimes when no one was renting it. I hoped that the sensual after-effects of a day in the water might result in Ani letting me take her there, peel off her wetsuit, and fuck her silly. I really wasn’t counting on it, but the surf was good enough to make the drive over the twisty Marin roads worth it regardless.

We strolled up the beach with our boards tucked under our arms, casting long shadows against the crumbling, brown cliffs. The low tide had left room for us to walk side-by-side in front of the sea wall covered with graffiti towards the old concrete boat ramp that led up to the street.

“That was really great. Felt really good.” I said. I was nervous. I looked over and Ani had a smirk on her face. She was thinking something over, I could tell. I felt a shiver of excitement run down into my gut.

“Yeah, I feel awesome. There’s not a whole lot of things that make me feel as good, you know?” Again, a smirk as she glanced over at me. “I saw you get some nice ones!”

“A couple.” I said modestly, but I felt myself inflate with a sense of boyish pride.

Then she hip checked me, catching me right in mid stride, almost knocking me over and sending me lurching around trying to keep from dropping my board. She swung her own board up over her head and scampered up the boat ramp, through the rusty gate, past the long hedge, and into the driveway in front of the cottage where I’d parked the car. I was right behind her. “Nice.” I said. “I drive you up here only to have you steal all the waves and physically abuse me afterwards!”

“Aww” she said in mock sympathy, sticking out her lower lip in a ridiculous pout. Her silly expression made me laugh but I was staring at her full lips bracketed by girlish dimples. She caught me and smiled softly.

We set our boards down carefully in the grass by the gate. “I’ll go get our clothes and stuff from the car. Be right back!” I ran the whole way to the parking lot and made it back a few minutes later with bags of clothes, shoes, and towels, breathing hard.

“Jeez buddy, why the all rush?” There was that smirk again!

“I don’t like to keep a lady waiting.” I replied sarcastically, but considering that I was panting I didn’t sound as cool as I’d intended. I bent down to get the key from it’s hiding place “Hey, no peeking at the secret spot!”

“Oh, is that what you call it?” She was looking at my ass, grinning.

I ignored her. “I don’t want you sneaking into Tom’s place and stealing his beer if I’m not here to help you drink it.”

“Aww, what, you don’t trust me?” she said, piling her gear onto her board and carrying the whole precarious pile across the yard.

I grabbed my stuff and followed her up onto the narrow porch of the small, shingled house. “Oh, I think you can be quite naughty.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know! By the way, your hair looks really funny, you know that?” I was just about to lock the gate behind us and we were face to face and standing close in the unkempt grass, close enough that I could see the salt drying on her thick eyebrows. She reached up and dragged her fingers up either side of my head, shaping my sticky hair into a faux-hawk. I felt it coming, but my knees still went weak when she dropped an arm around my neck and slowly pulled my face down to hers until her hungry warm mouth met mine. Her lips were salty and soft, her mouth opening, teeth smooth, tongue searching. I pulled her against me, reaching around and grasping a rubber sheathed ass cheek in each hand, pressing her hips into my hard cock straining against my wetsuit.

I pulled away, “Shit, let me lock the gate!” I gasped, my heart pounding. I turned away, my hand shaking as I bent down to fumble with the latch. I felt her touching my back, then moving down to my ass and giving each one of my buns a little squeeze. She giggled madly at my efforts to concentrate, but I got the damn gate locked.

“Come on, let’s shower off” and I took her hand and pulled across the yard to the small outdoor shower at the side of the house. “It’s only cold water so, you know, it’s pretty cold!” I was surprised at how turned on I was and it was making me sound stupid.

“Will a cold shower take care of this?” she said, smiling and palming the outline of my rock-hard erection through my suit.

“Nope, I don’t think so.” I feigned a thoughtful expression, pretending to be casual but my body felt like it was starting to vibrate a little.

“Maybe we should just keep our suits on? What do you think? It could be fun that way!” She turned around and pressed her ass against my erection, grinding back against me a few times. “No, come on, I want to take this thing off, help me.” She stepped away to undo the tight black rubber collar around her neck and tugged the heavy zipper down her back.

I melted at the sight of her muscular shoulders as I peeled her suit off, pulling it down each arm, past her elbows where the wet neoprene had a tendency to bind. She got her hands free, letting the top flop down around her waist and then turned to face me, her big breasts spilling out over the damp, stretched-out nylon of her green bikini top.

She grabbed my hands and pulled them up to cup her tits and then her mouth was on mine again, our lips greedily sucking, fucking each other’s mouths with our tongues. I slipped my hands under her top, feeling the heat gathered under her tits, sliding her hard nipples between my fingers and hearing her gasp a little into my open mouth as I gently pulled and rolled them under my palms.

Pulling away from me she chuckled “You’re turn”, and spun me around firmly by the shoulders. She unzipped me and pulled my suit down, hesitated, and then slowly kept pulling. My cock sprang free like some kind of ridiculous jack-in-the-box, and I felt her warm breath on the small of my back as she kept pulling and tugging. Now I was completely bare-ass but with each ankle shackled in a mound of wet rubber.

“Watcha going to do now?” she asked.

I was screwed and she knew it. I was going to have perform some variation of a potato sack race and hop over to the small wooden bench that was some ways away in order to sit down and pull the suit off. The problem was that hopping around with an erect penis is probably one of the more undignified things a guy can do, second only to hopping around while holding your erection in your hand to keep it from flopping around. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, silently giggling at my predicament. I chose the lesser of two evils and shuffling so that I was pointing in the right direction, looked out heroically towards an imaginary horizon, planted my hands on my hips, and hopped to the bench, my cock slapping madly against my belly.

Ani stood in front of me still laughing, her hips at eye level, inviting me to pull down the rest of her suit. I grabbed it and had it down to her knees in one pull. She sat down and I got up and knelt in front of her.

“See, I’m still helping you, even after you publicly humiliate me that that. I think I deserve a reward, don’t you?”

I had a great view and looked hungrily between her legs, her bikini bottom clinging to her pussy lips. “Uh-huh!” She spread her legs a little wider with an expectant expression on her face, but I wanted to tease her the way she deserved. I took hold of her right foot as if to help her free it from the leg of her suit, but instead I took a firm grip with both hands and I popped her big toe into my mouth, quickly swirling my tongue around and down between her toes.

She convulsed like there was an electric current arcing up her spine. She shrieked in laughter and twisted, trying to pull away, but I had her right where I wanted her with her legs tightly bound together. I took her some more toes in my mouth, sucking hard.

“Oh my God! Fuck!” she shrieked, gripped the bench with one hand, knuckles whitening. She clamped her thighs tightly together around her other hand which was had flown to her crotch and was crammed hard between legs. “Stop! Fuck, I can’t take it!”

I let go of her foot, freed her legs with a couple good pulls of her wetsuit, and stood up, laughing. “Come on, lets rinse off.”

“Shit, that felt so intense, I thought I’d kick your teeth out my accident!” Her face was flushed and her voice husky. I thought I detected a slight wobble as she stepped over to join me under the cold water spray.

I closed my eyes and tipped my head back to rinse my hair, the water stung my scalp and poured down my chest in icy rivulets making me gasp. Then I felt my legs almost buckle as her hot mouth suddenly engulfed my cock. Her mouth was like a furnace around me, her tongue flicking against the most sensitive spot, the suction at the back of her throat tugging at my foreskin. I steadied myself against some rickety latticework as she continued to suck and pull at me with two hands. “There’s no way I’m taking a chance at accidentally cumming” I told myself, so I reached down and brought her face up to mine, kissing her hard as I pulled off her bikini top. I cupped her tits and bent down, taking a hard, brown nipple into my mouth, her large areolas dimpling in the cold water. She sighed and gently stroked my cock as I moved my mouth from breast to breast, lost in their fullness and weight and the taste of her skin.

In spite of the cold water her face was flushed. Her breathing was fast and loud in my ear as I put my hand down into her bottoms and cupped her furry mound, a small feverish animal in the palm of my hand. Her slit was slippery and swollen and I traced its length slowly and deliberately with a finger, then pressing harder I let it slip past her clit. The breath caught in her throat and her body sagged against me. “Fuck yeah. God that feels so good.” She whispered into my ear. Her fingers tightened around my throbbing prick.

I desperately wanted to fuck her. The thought of pushing my cock deep into her was almost more than I could handle. Kneeling behind her, I pulled down her bikini bottoms to her ankles and she kicked them off. I reveled in her nakedness, running my hands up her full hips, into the curves of her slim waist and down again. She turned her back to me as she looked hungrily over her shoulder. Her glorious ass was in my face. She pulled up her her ass cheeks and spread them wide, letting the shower spray run down into her crack. “You like that, huh?” she said.

“I can’t get enough of looking at you.” I replied. And then, just because I wanted to use the word, I whispered “and I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“Uh-huh.” Her teeth flashed in smile. “But first I want to watch you stroke it.”

“You mean stroke you…?” I was confused, and it made her chuckle.

“No, I want to watch you, you know, jerk off.” She looked a little embarrassed by her own request, but I could tell by the way her eyes widened as she watched me consider it that the really turned her on.

I reached back and turned off the shower. “Ok, but I’ll need a little something for strength.” I knelt down in front of her. A short swath of thick, black hair decorated the top of her mound but I could see that further down that her pussy lips were smooth and hairless. “She must have shaved this morning” I thought. I reveled in the idea that she might have been thinking of me as she carefully shaved herself. I pulled her hips into me, her hands were on the back of my head guiding me into her bush. She smelled fantastic, a strangely delicious mix of neoprene and lavender soap, and then the deep and unmistakable musk of her wet pussy. “You smell so fucking good!” I said and inhaling and exhaling deeply several times into her crotch, sending her off into a giggle fit.

She took a wider stance and tilted her hips up and I gently kissed her pussy. I kissed her as slowly and as softly as I could, feeling her moisture on my lips. I wanted to let her anticipation build and she impatiently pulled my face closer but she was so wet and smelled so good that I couldn’t resist the urge to push my tongue into her and taste her. She gasped as I took long licks, searching deeply with the tip of my tongue and then sweeping up to flick across her clit, savoring her salty, slippery flesh. She trembled with each lick and flick, panting quietly.

I pressed my face into her pussy hard and then reached down and touched myself. My cock was wet with precum and I pulled back my foreskin and rubbed the slippery head. I started slowly stroking, feeling self conscious and tentative, but I forgot my inhibitions as a tingling fire spread from my cock down the inside of my shaking thighs and up into my belly. I licked her harder, sucking her whole labia and clit into my mouth.

“Stop! Stop for a sec, I wanna watch you.” She pushed me away, breathing hard. I had to let go of her and reach back for the grass to catch myself from falling over. Now I was arched back, my knees folded under me, my hips rising up towards her, holding my erection in one hand and reaching back to support myself with the other. She looked down at my throbbing cock and we locked eyes as I began to stroke.

I started with long strokes, squeezing upwards to milk clear drops of slippery juice that dripped onto my belly in long, clear strands. As she stood there watching me, she reached down and started to rub her middle finger up and down between her swollen lips. No one had ever watched me jerk off before, and seeing her excitement at watching me engaged in this most private act sent a prickling heat all over my body. It felt like that energy was arcing between our sweating skins, the air in the space between us almost seemed to dance and shimmer with it. I pumped my fist up and down my swollen shaft faster and I watched her fingers dancing quickly between her legs.

We were both on the verge of cumming now. Her eyes were half shut, her mouth open and her breath coming in ragged gasps. Pressure was building deep in the base of my spine like someone was slowly pouring warm, heavy liquid into my body, filling me up. I was getting dizzy and close to the point of no return.

“Wait, wait! Stop!” Ani said. She pulled her hands out of her crotch, took a couple staggering steps until she was standing over me. Then she dropped down, straddling my bucking hips and collapsed on my chest, impaling herself on my aching cock. “Ahhhhh, fuuuuuck!” She yelled out in a strange deep voice and those were the last words I understood as I felt her soaking cunt clench around me as she began to cum.

Two deep thrusts into her spasming cunt and my eyes went dark and I couldn’t see her anymore, but her palms pressed my chest and her fingers dug between my ribs. My body was dissolving and condensing into one heavy bulb of inflamed flesh. There was a long moment of almost unbearable pressure, and then I heard her gasp as I pumped jets of cum inside her with fast, throbbing squirts.

Our hips slid together again and again in the slipperiness squeezed out from where our bodies were pressed together. “Keep going!” Ani hissed through her teeth and I did. I didn’t want to stop and so I kept thrusting up into her dripping pussy, my hunger only partially satisfied, my erection slowly softening.

After what seemed like a long time we stopped moving. We were completely silent. She lay down on top of me, carefully holding me inside her and we stayed like that our bodies a warm refuge against the evening chill, listening to the surf pound the seawall out beyond the shadowy hedge.

The last of the sunset was fading into indigo by the time we managed to stand, brushing itchy grass from our damp skin, shivering in the twilight. “That was…” she started, grinning. “Oh my God, my legs are still shaking.”

“My whole body is still shaking!” I stood there in a daze.

“Your getting cold.” She sighed and stretched her arms over her head. “Come on, I’m hungry!” Shoving me gently in the chest, she headed toward the little house.

“I bet Tom has something to eat in there,” I said, “and if the fridge is empty, there’s always your toes!”

“Bastard!” she yelled over her shoulder and I ran after her, naked and wobbly and my heart bursting with gratitude.

There was food and beer in the fridge, and wood for the stove, clean sheets in the bedroom, and the surf was still looking good when the sun rose the next morning.

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