Erotic Flash Fiction
I Made Her Squirt on the Beaches of Hedo
With an Audience Cheering
Have you ever lived out a fantasy? Was it everything you expected, and more? Because this fantasy exceeded expectations since it occurred in real-time before I could even whip it up. I could never have even imagined how primal and spontaneous this real-life fantasy turned out to be.
I was led by intuition, but first, fear fell at my feet like a silk robe, or like the pink lace panties, I pulled off of her with my fancy tongue.
My partner and I had been walking by the shore at sunset. We had planned to just chill on a lounge chair and have a drink and smoke some Mary Jane. After all, we were on the beaches of Negril, Jamaica at Hedo — a sex playground for adults. But just because I was there does not mean the sex was guaranteed, and in fact, the best experience was when I wasn’t looking for it.
From a distance, I saw a woman’s silhouette dancing in the setting sky. She was juggling an array of batons and ribbons. It was exquisite. Her body shot off fluorescent beams of red, purple, and blue light, encircling the night sky and framing her lean, yet toned frame.
I followed the light like a moth to a flame.
At first, I just glanced, but then I roamed over until our eyes locked. We exchanged pleasantries, while I admired and encouraged her artistry. I wanted her. But I needed to tread lightly so as not to scare her away. So I tested the waters and touched her soft, warm, milky white, freckled arm. Her eyes lit up. Then I caressed her strawberry blonde hair by twirling some whisps over her shoulder….mmmmm, a redhead — my favorite, I thought.
Suddenly, her batons fell to the sand, as we embraced in tender, electric waves of kisses pulsating our core, begging us to follow for more. Somehow our bodies guided us over to a lounge chair where I placed her gently on her back, and pulled down those pink lace panties with a panting tongue.
Where I ate her kindly, yet fiercely.
I used my tongue and my finger at the same time and she really seemed to like that move. I flicked and licked, flicked and licked wildly, and then more wildly until her entire being spoke to me. She moaned and squirmed. She sang a siren’s song until she squirted on my neck and messed up hair. But I didn’t care. It was tantalizing sex. As if in a dream full of hot steam.
We had been living in a dream and living out a dream all at the same time. We were in public and yet we felt as though we were private, until reality parted us, and the small, cheering crowd appeared.
Suddenly, the sounds of waves crashing and the cooler night air were setting upon us.
One woman asked me when it was her turn. I felt accomplished and satisfied. But my juggling, electric woman was now shy. She was retreating back into her shell of reality. Her boyfriend explained to me that I was her first woman. She must have been ten years my junior.
But our bodies and minds had met on the beach and spoke to one another like animals, or long-lost lovers.
The next morning at breakfast in the dining hall, she looked the other way.
I chuckled.
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