by
Smokey0282


_____ My last day of vacation. I hate to see it end but I am a working bitch after all. Ten days in Miami has come to be a tradition for me. I love it here. And what's not to love: beautiful weather year round, fabulous beaches, the best nightlife around and the most important thing for a single sistah like myself-fine ass women! I think that's what keeps me coming back, though I tell everyone it's the weather. Right.
_____ After so many nights of heavy-duty partying at clubs like Liquid and Bar Room, I decide to spend my last day relaxing on the beach. I peruse my city guide and settle on Haulover Beach. They list it as a clothing optional beach, which gives me pause. Being from the Midwest, we just do not do that sort of thing on our beaches. Ah, I'll never see those people again in my life. What could it hurt? I think. I pack my tote and change into my suit.
_____ I point my convertible rental onto Collins Ave., top down so I can feel the thick, humid air on my skin. This would be a great place to move to if it weren't for the hurricane season. I drive with the music blasting, singing along to yet another infectious hip-hop tune. I pull into the beach lot and pay my $4 parking fee before whipping into a spot close to the entrance. I notice all the lithe bodies around me and realize I must have died and gone to Heaven. Never have I seen so many good-looking women in one place before! Gorgeous women must travel in packs here. I'm gonna give myself a serious case of whiplash if I keep ogling like this. I pick a spot in the shade of the guard tower, right on the edge of the clothing optional side of the beach. I spread my towel out and settle in for some deep people watching.
_____ This is nothing like I expected! I thought there'd be nothing but flabby old European folks oiled up and lazing around in the sun turning their hides to leather. Much to my surprise, there are tight, hard bodies of every shade, nationality and sex represented here. Heaven surely must be like this.
_____ So as not to be obvious, I don my shades. The cash I laid out for these make them less of an extravagance and more of a necessity under the conditions. I wouldn't want anyone to think I was a pervert sitting over here openly staring. I consider removing my suit for half a second but think better of it. Just my luck, I'd see one of my mother's friends down here and I'd never hear the end of it back home. Instead, I opt for sunscreen. I may be a sistah but I still burn something fierce. I apply the thick lotion to my arms first, taking the time to rub it in good.
_____ "Excuse me but can I have a bit of your lotion? I seem to have forgotten mine", I hear from above. I let my eyes travel her tight calves, upward to her sculpted thighs...the entire length of her body. Here standing before me was what had to be the baddest woman on this shore and she was... totally nude.
_____I feel my throat get tight and become aware that I'm staring. Thank God for the sunglasses I think to myself.
_____"Um...sure. Help yourself", I manage to stammer and hand her the bottle with somewhat shaky hands.
_____"Thanks so much. I remembered everything but the most important. My name's Ericka, by the way," she said.
_____"Nice to meet you, Ericka. My name's Tara", I answer with a bit more composure.
_____My eyes are glued to her as she opens the bottle and squeezes a dollop of sunscreen into her palm. She rubs it between her hands as if to warm it before applying it to her arms. She massages it in slowly, deliberately. She squeezes still more onto her breasts and belly and I can feel my breath catch. She hands the bottle back to me with a smile and begins to knead the cream into her breasts in slow, circular motions. She pays special attention to her hardened nipples, as if she's putting on a show. She cups them individually, tweaking her taut nubs with her oily fingertips until they gleam. Her torso glistens wetly in the afternoon sun, as if she's been covered with glitter. Why aren't the women this fine back home?
_____"Would you mind doing my back? That's where I seem to burn the worst", she says and kneels beside me on my towel.
_____"No problem. I'd love to", I answer trying to sound as cool as I could.
_____Damn, if my friends could see this shit! A virtual goddess is asking me to rub suntan lotion on her back! In public no less!
_____I apply a nice amount of the viscous cream to my hands, rubbing it together between my shaking palms. I start at her shoulders, massaging the muscles lightly with my fingertips. I let my hands travel down to her shoulder blades and between, leaving the oily glaze of sunscreen behind.
_____"Mmmm, you have nice hands, Tara. You should think of doing this for a living maybe", she murmurs.
_____"Thanks. I took a couple of classes in college", I reply. She mumbles something else but I miss it. I continue my firm rubbing and kneading of her smooth tanned skin, tentatively moving lower along her spine until I reach the dimples above her heart-shaped ass. Her sun-warmed skin absorbs the lotion quickly, leaving her with a sweat-like sheen everywhere my hands have roamed.
_____"Your back is really hot to the touch. Maybe you should take a dip and cool off", I offer as I put the finishing touches on her oildown. I think I enjoyed that more than she did, damn. It usually takes dinner and several drinks to get to this point with the women I'd been dating lately.
_____"Why don't you join me, Tara? I've been in and the water's warm. Come on, girl", she says.
_____I rise to join her, kicking off my sandals and head toward the clear blue water.
_____"Uh, wait a minute, Tara. You're forgetting something, aren't you?" she says as she snaps the shoulder strap of my swimsuit. "Lose the suit, honey. Believe me, no visit to this beach is complete without swimming in the nude at least once. Don't tell me you're self-conscious?" she says with a sly grin on her full lips.
_____ Time to put up or shut up I suppose. So as not to let my good Midwestern upbringing show or have her think I'm some prude tourist, I slowly remove the straps of my suit, sliding them over my arms to expose my breasts. A beat passes while I shed that last bit of modesty and I peel the one piece from the rest of my body. I can feel the color rising in my cheeks. I bend over to get more sunscreen for my never-been-seen-by-the-sun parts. Standing to face her, I notice she has the biggest grin plastered on her face.
_____"Very nice. I can't imagine why you'd be shy with a body like that", she says. "Let me help you put that on", she says and takes the bottle from my hand. Her eyes lock to mine as she pours a copious amount in her palm. She starts at my shoulders, rubbing the lotion in lightly. I hold my breath as her hands move lower still until her oil-soaked palms cover my breasts. I can feel my nipples harden under her palms as she makes languid circles over my now heaving chest. This brings yet another one of her sultry smiles and I can feel myself blushing. Even though I'm trying not to notice, I can feel the eyes of the other beach goers watching us. I'll admit to doing some kinky shit on occasion but, never in front of an audience this big.
_____She applies more lotion to my belly and around to my sides. She's so close I can feel the heat radiating from her skin. Mercy.
_____"You ready?" she asks.
_____"Uh...yeah. Ready as I'll ever be."
_____ She takes my hand and we walk to where the waves are lapping at the shore, leaving foam behind in their wake. I hear catcalls from behind and I try my best to block my growing discomfort and appear cool. When we reach the water, she releases my hand and dives in, leaving me alone to watch her swimming just beneath the surface with the skill and grace of a porpoise. I wade further out into the surf. I block out the swimmers cavorting around me, though they're scarcely paying me any attention. She's right: the water really is warm. I wade out until the water crests at my crotch, the warm water lapping at me like the salty wet tongue of a lover.
_____ Suddenly, she explodes from the water directly in front of me. Damn, she's even better wet. She smoothes her longish hair away from her face as she sidles up close to me.
_____"Can you swim, Tara?"
_____"I'm not that good but, I won't drown", I reply. She' so close I can feel her nipples brush against mine. An electric jolt goes through my pussy at the contact.
_____"Well, in that case...!", she says as she pulls me forward. I stumble and fall atop her as we plunge into an incoming wave. Her arms are wrapped tightly around my waist as we glide near the surface. I encircle her body with mine as she gently propels us further away from the beach. We surface momentarily to gulp in air before diving again. Our arms and legs intertwine as we swim as one entity. Her hands roam freely over my body, causing a chill to course my spine in spite of the warmth of the ocean. I grasp her ass, a cheek in each hand, and grind our crotches together. I'm all heat and desire at this point until the need to breathe takes over for us both.
_____ We untangle our bodies and surface, both of us inhaling the briny air deeply.
_____"And you said you didn't swim well. Right. More than a little fresh too, aren't ya, baby?" she laughs.
_____"Hey, you started it", I reply, winking, feeling a bit more confident. We tread water for a bit, laughing and playing like kids before she starts back to shore. "Now, I know you didn't get me all the way out here to leave me already, did you?" I say.
_____"Well, I really do have to get ready to go. I work a shift at Lario's over on Ocean Drive and I don't want to be late. Why don't you come keep me company while I get cleaned up", she says. Hell yeah, like I'd say no, I think.
_____ We swim several yards back to the water's edge and all I can think of is how I can make this last as long as it can. I love a woman with a regular gig but I'm just starting to make some inroads with her. I wrap a towel around myself and gather my things. She, on the other hand, forgoes modesty in favor of walking to the shower house stark naked, much to the delight of the brothers sunning with their girls.
_____ I lag a bit behind her so I can watch the swish of her hips as she walks. Or maybe I should say, as she stalks. I've never met someone so comfortable in her own skin as this girl seems to be. I absentmindedly wonder how people make the transition from meeting someone on a nude beach to going on a normal clothed date. We reach the shower house on the edge of the parking lot. Entering, I notice there are no doors on the changing stalls that line two of the walls. In the center of the room is a dual head shower that's elevated as if on a short circular stage. Perfect setup for a strip show I think to myself.
_____ I set my things in the cubicle directly across from hers so I can watch her. She starts the flow of water to warm it and grins seductively at me.
_____"There's no one here. Why don't you join me? You can come to the gig with me and have a drink or something, so we can talk", she says.
_____"Uh...ok. Sure. I was just thinking of asking how I could see you again", I reply. Damn, I couldn't be any smoother than that?! And I thought I was cool.
_____She grabs shower gel from her bag and steps under the spray, motioning for me to join her. I watch as she closes her eyes and lets the warm water cascade over her head, rinsing the sand and salt water from her hair. I can feel my clit swell just watching her. She makes a show of squeezing the gel over her breasts and down her flat belly. I join her under the torrent, enjoying the steady massage of the water on my sun-warmed back and neck. She takes my hands and places them between her tits. I massage the soap into her skin, making a foamy lather as I explore her skin. I cup each of her breasts in my hands, amazed at the weight of them. She moans as I thumb her nipples and leans into me. I position my leg between hers, pressing my pelvis into her mound. She pulls me to her for a deep, soul-sucking kiss. The water pelting our bodies, the possibility of someone walking in on us, makes this all the more sensual.
_____ She continues to probe my mouth, sucking my tongue inside and gently biting it. I grab the shower pole behind her for leverage and slide a soap-covered hand down her back and between her ass cheeks. I can feel the gooseflesh peppering her skin as I slide a finger along her nether region. She parts her legs even further allowing me access to her slit. She's so slick and wet; her outer lips part for me instantly. Knowing we really aren't going to be afforded much time (or privacy), I slide to my knees in front of her, anxious to taste and see what, until now, I've only been able to feel.
_____ I glide my hands over her hips, down her calves. She leans against the pole and parts her legs on either side of me. I look up at her face: her eyes heavy-lidded, her mouth agape. The water streams over her breasts and drizzles into my open mouth. Next best thing to drinking her bath water I guess.
_____ I start out licking a trail from her knee to the indentation where her hip joins her body. She shudders as if splashed with ice water. I love a sensitive woman! She grasps my neck to pull my mouth to her center. I ignore her need and repeat my licking on her other leg, causing her knees to buckle.
_____"Oh, so not only are you fresh, you're a clit tease too, huh?" she asks.
_____ She grabs a handful of my hair and crushes my open mouth to her pussy. So much for foreplay. The constant flow of water from the shower threatens to drown me as I lap hungrily at her blooming mons. I let the tip of my tongue graze her clit before plunging it as deep as it will go. Her back arches as she purrs my name. I use my fingers to spread her lips apart, granting me free reign over her hidden pearl. I devour her as if starved, much to her delight. I slide a finger into each of her holes, slowly fucking her. She hisses her pleasure through clenched teeth.
_____"Yeah...just like that...just like that", she growls at me.
_____ She's so close and I'm so into what I'm doing that neither of us hears the woman enter. I stop in mid-stroke, embarrassed for both of us. The woman stops dead in her tracks. I'm sure two women fucking is the last thing she thought she'd find in a public shower room. I try to rise to my feet but Ericka forces me back to my knees.
_____"Where are you going, sugar?" she says as she guides my mouth back to her pussy. "I'm not done yet."
_____Our intruder finally finds her voice: "Uh, I know I'm interrupting but I hope you two don't mind if I stay...and maybe watch for a bit", the woman says with a grin.
_____"Not at all. We're almost done here anyway", Ericka replies. What?! Is she nuts? I've never gotten down in front of an audience before. I have to admit though-this whole afternoon has been some fantasy-type shit. I leave tomorrow. Shit like this doesn't happen everyday, especially where I'm from. I settle back into my rhythm, suckling at her clit while fucking her, though with more fervor than before we were interrupted.
_____ I spy the woman sitting in the closest stall to us. Her eyes are near slits as she strums her clit, watching me service Ericka. I can feel my own arousal seeping down my thigh sticky wet. Ericka's cooing turns to panting and moaning, her voice raspy. She's riding my hand hard; my arm aches from her thrashing and the vice-like grip of her pussy. The woman in the stall isn't far behind. I can see the dew forming on her lips as she works herself. She's stroking her clit with one hand while fingering herself with the other. Damn. The sounds of sex are so loud I'm surprised there aren't more people coming in to see what's going on. I suck Ericka's clit hard between my teeth. She pummels me with her crotch as her release overtakes her. I can barely keep up, what with her thrashing and grinding her pussy into my eager mouth.
_____ I fall away from her, spent, onto the floor. I can't believe I just did this shit. Now, I know my friends aren't going to believe this! I savor the sensation of the shower beating on my tired body. My arm's so tired I feel like I've been breaking rocks.
_____Gasping, Ericka says: " That was good as hell, honey. I wish I could see what you do for an encore. You're still coming to work with me, right?"
_____"Yes, ma'am. My flight doesn't leave until tomorrow night", I reply, picking myself off the floor.
_____ "Yeah, that was nice to watch", the watcher in the stall offers. "I was this fuckin' close though", she adds as she guides a finger between her moist crevice.
_____"Go ahead, Tara. Now, that wouldn't be very hospitable if you didn't finish her off, too, now would it?" Ericka says. "We've got some time and I'd like to watch now. Go on", she adds.
_____Not wanting to go afoul of southern hospitality, I positioned myself between yet another stranger's thighs, prepared to put my bruised lips to the test yet again. Well, I leave tomorrow and I did say I'd never see these people again...right? :)

THE END

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