I cannot think about the ocean and beaches without recalling the many erotic experiences I had there: glistening, tanned, semi-naked bodies; the cooling surges of water over and against us; her female flesh pressed against my male flesh; nights wrapped in each other’s embrace, lying together naked on the sand. Such arousals are part of what I was and what I am now because of them.
So I am unsurprised that almost all of my characters end up on a beach with a lover at some point. Some of them end up there several times! Below I have posted some of their experiences so that you can share in their ocean arousals…
Swimming pools, lakes and rivers held no interest for him. The ocean was alive though! It was pure power, even if that power was somewhat muted as it was on this day.
The subtle pulses and strong surges of the living water around him always awoke his awareness of his own sensuality.
As a teenager he had been drawn to the beaches by its watery power and by the rush of hormones which erupted in the presence of the bare female flesh to be found there… He would arrive there far too early for semi-naked teenage girls to be draped on top of multi-coloured beach towels, but that was fine with him. For two or three hours he would exult in being lifted and driven by the glassy faces of waves towards the shore.
Then, with the sun halfway up the sky, he would drag his tired body out of the water to become a voyeur. The sight of girls his own age, or older, rubbing suntan oil into their bodies often made him need to roll onto his belly to bury his throbbing erection out of sight. He would watch with spasms of excitement as their fingers slid down over their developing breasts, rubbing in the oil to avoid sunburn. Always so patient, he waited and hoped for a glimpse of something more. And very often he was rewarded. Breasts, too small to properly fill out their bikini cups, revealed as a towel was bent for. The alluring softer whiteness of the sides of breasts released from their tops by brazen girls following the lead of older women and lying topless. The wonder of nipples, hardened by cold water or by the roughness of towels, pointing up at the sun for all to see.
Mark reminiscing about his teen years from To Meet Her Needs.
On a beach where heat is the predominant feature, coldness can be very arousing…
He reached into the cooler, again, for a larger piece of ice which he placed between his lips. Stretching her arms wide, he entwined her fingers in his own and pressed his chest down onto her back. Then, he began to cool her spine with the stinging ice and his super-cooled lips.
Laura jerked once before gripping his fingers more tightly in her own as she focused solely on the coldness that had begun to make her body shake.
Dan began to glide his lips and the ice down her spine towards her crease. He felt a rising excitement within him as she began to squirm in earnest as the cold began to bite into her heated skin. To feel her flexing and unflexing her back against the weight of his upper body as she tried to move the ice on and away from wherever it currently was, aroused him instantly. He held her down more forcefully and kept her arms from moving as he moved down relentlessly towards her crease. He stroked his erection across the top of her thigh to show her what she was doing to him while she moved underneath him with a growing loss of control. When his lips got to the top of her crease, he released the ice and left it sitting there as he moved back up her body till his lips were back where they had begun, pressed into the base of her neck.
Laura was shaking violently under his body, now. He released one of her hands, which immediately clenched around the towel, so that he could take another piece of ice which he brought to his lips and applied to the base of her neck. Gripping his shaft tightly in his hand to keep the blood trapped there, he took a deep breath and guided his head down onto the ice that was slowly melting at the top of her crease. Trying to ignore the searing cold that made his head throb painfully, he forced his head and the ice down along her crease. He had only begun to do this when she shuddered and groaned in that special way, he now knew, meant that she was about to come, and come hard. He pushed the ice deeper, before withdrawing his shaft from her crease to press it down between their bodies, holding it there and holding her pinned underneath his body. His lips released the ice held against her neck and his teeth bit softly down at her.
She came then. Came with loud groans that entered his body and turned his insides to molten, liquid lust. And made him come. Come before he could even enter her. With the end of his shaft resting in the top of her crease and his balls tight against her, his release flowed over his own stomach and over her lower back. Throughout this long release, he continued to hold her beneath him.
They remained lying there with her body held down by his.
“I think I’m going to have to take out a restraining order against you, baby,” she groaned. “You’re a very dangerous man. And it aroused me too damned much when you did that to me. Held me down and took me. Made it impossible for me to do anything, but react to what you were doing to my body. That felt so incredibly arousing. To be your complete focus. To be the person you were going to arouse so that I would make you come. Dan, I’ve never felt that strength of passion towards me from any other man. And it scares me more than a little.”
Dan arousing Laura on a beach from my WIP, Tales From Terrigal.
And a final beach arousal from The Runaway, Book 3 of the Journey Into Submission trilogy… Arousals can also be shared when the sun disappears and the night wraps lovers in its embrace.
“Kate, look at those stars! There are so damn many of them up there!”
She could hear the genuine awe in his voice. She rolled to his side so she could lie with her head on his shoulder and watch with him.
Above them, unadulterated by the electrical glow of man-made cities, glittered entire galaxies. It was impossible not to feel humbled by the sheer density of the stars above them. He pointed out to his suddenly quietened lover the limited ‘structures’ he could find, the Southern Cross and the Saucepan. He had known more and could find them as a child but his adult pursuits had denied him this simple joy for too many years. They lay there naked under that distant blaze of light and life and both were changed by the experience. They felt insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Two unimportant creatures lying naked and unprotected on one small world near one small star.
Kate found herself whispering when she spoke, “Darling, hold me tightly!”
He did and they lay there for an eternity watching the immensity of the beauty above them. Slowly, their awe changed into something different. From deep inside each of them rose a desire to be part of that majesty.
Deep in the dunes they sought each other. They began to make love with humble passion as the stars wheeled slowly above them in their heavenly display. This was not the rushed coupling of lovers with somewhere else to be. They made love gently and slowly in time with the stately spiralling of entire galaxies above them.
Miles stroked slowly over Kate’s body. His eyes were on the stars as were hers. But soon his mouth needed to taste her. He gently moved her onto her back. With a deep sigh of joy, he began to share his love of her with her. His mouth was alive everywhere on her body. She lay there with her eyes still fixed on the stars but her hands stroking her lover as he kissed and sucked and softly bit up and down her body.
Her arousal came slowly, powerfully, and rose from so deep inside of her that she panicked as she felt it flood out of her core. She pulled his body onto hers. She took his cock in both of her hands and, lifting her knees, guided him slowly into her. She needed him inside her to feel that solidness anchoring her to this tiny beach on this insignificant world. Miles could feel his lover’s joy and awe in the deep shudders that rocked her body. He kissed her gently with his tongue stroking slowly around hers. He moved his swollen cock inside her slowly but with increasing force as he felt her clutch at him and open herself wider.
At some unnoticed point in this soft, loving union of two humbled creatures, awe had changed to need. The stars were forgotten and all of their focus was on the slow surge of joy inside them. Kate bit at Miles’ throat. Her legs wrapped around his hips. She drew him deeper still inside her and clawed her nails down his back as her muscles grabbed and shuddered up and down his throbbing shaft.
He held back for as long as he could to draw out his lover’s slow orgasm but, with her need and vulnerability so openly displayed, he lost that battle. Her soft core enveloped his hardness. And as she came in violent shudders and with tears flooding from her eyes, Miles’ love for her responded. He came with her, in long emptying bursts. His joy flowed into hers and, for that brief moment there under millions of circling stars, they were truly one.
Miles and Kate making love under a starry sky in The Runaway, Book 3 of the Journey Into Submission trilogy