Chris and Rebecca accidentally meet on the beach…and he makes her happy.
The wind rippled through the marram grass as Chris approached the beach, the salty air a stark contrast to the stale confines of his room. The waves rolled in, a rhythmic crescendo that drowned out the turmoil in his mind. For the past week, the image of Rebecca and her father had been burned into his brain, a constant loop of depravity that played on repeat, taunting him. He had avoided her, unable to look her in the eye without seeing the dark secrets they now shared.
As he set his board on the sand and waxed it with jerky movements, he couldn’t help but scan the beach. It was unusually empty for a weekend. His eyes fell on a solitary figure in the distance, nestled among the dunes. It was Rebecca, her long hair whipping around her face as she stared out to sea.
With a heavy sigh, he tied his board to his ankle and waded into the water.The ocean was cool and refreshing. He paddled out, catching a couple of waves, the rush of adrenaline helping to momentarily wash away the his thoughts. Each ride brought him closer to the shore, closer to the girl who had inadvertently become the star of his darkest fantasies.
As he approached the spot where Rebecca sat, her eyes remained fixed on the horizon. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke. “Hey, Becks.”
Rebecca turned, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her eyes were a little glazed, a telltale sign she’d been smoking weed. “Hey, Chris,” she said, her voice low and casual. “What brings you out here?”
Chris held up his surfboard, the light reflecting off its glossy surface. “Just trying to escape,” he said, his voice gruff. “You know, the usual.”
Rebecca’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of his board. “Oh,” she said, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “I guess I was so spaced, I didn’t even notice.”
Chris nodded, his heart racing as he thought about the question he’d been rehearsing. “I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about that night,” he began, his voice tight. “On the roof. What I saw…”
Rebecca’s smile faltered, and she turned to face him fully. She took a deep drag from her joint, holding the smoke in her lungs before exhaling it slowly. “I know,” she said, her eyes searching his. “I know you were there.”
Chris felt his stomach drop as she reached out and gently touched his cheek. “Can we just pretend you never saw?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her touch was soft, but the desperation in her eyes was heart breaking .
He nodded, unable to find the words to respond. He knew he should be telling someone, anyone, about what he had witnessed. But instead, he felt a strange sense of loyalty to her, a need to protect her secret. “Yeah,” he finally managed to say. “I won’t say anything.”
Rebecca’s smile grew, the sadness in her eyes momentarily fading. “Thanks, Chris,” she murmured, her hand dropping away from his face. “Do you want to come for a walk with me?”
He nodded, despite his better judgment. He stashed his board in the dune grass, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread. Becks watched him change into his board shorts and hoodie, her gaze lingering on his body in a way that made him weirdly vulnerable. It was as if she was seeing him in a new light.
As they walked along the beach, her easy laughter filled the air, bringing a smile to his face despite his conscience. She had a way of making everything seem lighter, even when the world felt dark.
They stopped in the grassy hollow of a dune, the perfect spot to escape the wind and prying eyes. Rebecca pulled out a small bag of weed and a set of rolling papers from her pocket.
“You know, you’re not so bad, Chris,” she said as she licked the paper and sealed the joint. “You’re kind of sweet.” She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a warmth that made his smile. He took the joint from her, his thumb brushing her delicate knuckles.
They sat in the warm embrace of the dune, their legs touching. As they passed the joint back and forth, the tension between them grew thicker than the smoke they exhaled. Each time their fingers touched, it was like a spark of electricity.
Suddenly, without warning, she leaned in and kissed him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it sent a shockwave through Chris’s body. Her lips were warm and sweet, a contrast to the nip in salty air. He kissed her back, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer to him. The weed made the moment feel surreal, like he was half a second out of sync with the world.
Her tongue danced with his, tentative at first, and then more eager. His hand slid up her shirt, feeling the smoothness of her skin, the softness of her young breasts. He could feel her heart racing, matching the tempo of his own. The sound of the waves crashing was a distant echo compared to the roar in his ears.
Rebecca pushed him back onto the sand, straddling him. Her eyes had a wildness to them, a hunger that was exhilarating. She untied the strings of her bikini top, letting it fall away to reveal her perfect, apple breasts. They bounced slightly as she moved, the tips already hard from his touch.
Chris couldn’t believe what was happening. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and arousal. He’d seen her with her father, watched as she was used and abused, and now she was here with him, offering herself willingly. He felt his cock throb with need, his body screaming for more even as his conscience whispered warnings.
But Rebecca’s touch was intoxicating, her kisses a siren’s call that he couldn’t resist. She leaned back, her hands working at the ties of her bikini bottoms. He watched as she revealed herself to him, her pussy glistening with desire. She was so beautiful, so much more than the twisted images his mind had conjured in the days since his accidental voyeurism. This was the girl next door he’d known since childhood, the one he’d had a crush on for as long as he could remember.
Her hand reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock. She stroked him gently, her eyes never leaving his. “You want me, don’t you?” she asked, her voice low and seductive. It was a question that didn’t need an answer; his body had already given it away. He nodded, unable to form words as she began to jerk him off. Her movements grew more confident, her hand a warm, vice around his shaft.
Their eyes remained locked as he watched her. She was a different Rebecca, one in control, one who knew what she wanted. He felt the pressure building, the tension coiling in his balls. He was close, so close, and she knew it. She leaned down, her mouth hovering just above the tip of his cock, and whispered, “Cum for me, Chris. Show me how much you want me.”
He couldn’t hold back. With a strangled groan, he erupted into her hand, spurts of white cum landing on her bare stomach. Rebecca giggled, leaning back to watch the spectacle. The sound of her laughter was like a balm to his soul.
And then she surprised him. Without breaking eye contact, she brought her cum-covered hand to her mouth and licked it clean. She closed the distance between them, her tongue darting out to capture a rogue drop on her upper lip. The sight was so erotic, so unexpected, that it only served to make him harder. She took his cock in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she sucked him clean, her cheeks hollowing with each pull.
Chris groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. It was a strange dance of dominance and submission, one that left him feeling both powerful and utterly vulnerable. He could feel his arousal building again, his cock swelling against her tongue.
As soon as he was hard, Rebecca straddled him, her wet pussy sliding along his shaft. She whispered, “I wanted you to last,” her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and challenge. He nodded, his hands gripping her hips as she positioned herself above him.
Her movements were slow and deliberate, her pussy lips teasing the head of his cock. He watched as she took a deep breath and then, with a swift motion, impaled herself on him. The feeling was indescribable, the tight warmth of her enveloping him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, and let out a moan that was pure and raw.
Her hips began to move, rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm. Her little breasts bounced with each movement, the nipples stiff from the sea breeze. Chris’s eyes were glued to them, watching as they beckoned for his touch. He leaned up and took one in his mouth, teasing the sensitive flesh with his tongue and teeth, feeling her body shiver in response.
Rebecca’s eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck me, Chris,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire. “Make me cum.”
Her words were like a spell, and he obeyed without question. His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the air, punctuated by their moans and sighs. The sand clung to their skin, adding an earthy sensation to the already overwhelming experience.
Her hand snaked down between their bodies, her fingers finding her clit. She began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, her eyes never leaving his. The expression on her face was a blend of concentration and pleasure, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she worked herself closer to the edge.
Chris watched, his eyes glued to the sight of her fingers moving against her wet flesh. He felt a surge of arousal, his cock throbbing with every stroke she took. He wanted to make her feel good. He thrust up into her harder, his hips moving in time with the beat of their shared desire.
Her eyes grew wide, and she threw her head back, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ of pleasure. “Yes,” she hissed, her voice a mix of urgency and satisfaction. “Like that.”
Her inner walls tightened around him, and he could feel her climax building. Her body began to shake, her movements growing erratic as she chased the peak. He watched her, fascinated, his own pleasure building in response to her unbridled display.
And then it hit her. Her muscles clamped down on his cock, and she let out a scream that was half girl, half animal. Her orgasm ripped through her, a maelstrom of sensation that had her nails digging into his shoulders. Her juices flowed around him, making him feel like he was being sucked into her very core.
“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. The words sent a jolt of pure pleasure through him, and he realized that, in this moment, he would do anything she asked. Her hips rocked against him, her movements more forceful now. She grinded herself down onto him, her pussy walls contracting around him.
With a mischievous smile, she shifted her position slightly, her slick pussy sliding off his cock. He watched in shock as she reached behind herself, her hand wrapping around his length. She positioned the tip at her tight asshole, the pink flesh quivering slightly. “You want this, don’t you? All men do.” she said, her voice a seductive purr.
Chris’s eyes went wide, his cock pulsing with need. “Becks, I-”
“Shh,” she whispered, placing a finger to his lips. “Just do it.”
The words barely had time to register before she pushed back onto him, her ass enveloping his cock in a warm, velvety embrace. Chris’s eyes rolled back in his head, the sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt before.He watched as she took all of him, her eyes never leaving his, filled with a fiery challenge.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out, his hips jerking upwards of their own accord. Rebecca’s ass was a tight, slick vice, her movements creating a friction that was driving him wild. She began to rock back and forth, her cheeks clenching around him with each stroke. The feeling was so exquisite, it had him gritting his teeth.
He could feel his orgasm approaching like an earthquake, his balls tightening, his cock swelling. “Becks,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I’m gonna cum.”
Her eyes gleamed with need. “Inside me,” she whispered, her voice a seductive command. “Cum inside me.”
Chris felt his control slip away like the sand beneath them. He couldn’t stop the onslaught, his hips moving in time with her urging. He watched as her tight asshole swallowed his cock, the sight making his orgasm inevitable. With one final, desperate thrust, he reached his peak, his body convulsing as he emptied himself into her. The sensation was indescribable.
They lay there, tangled together, the only sound their ragged breathing. Chris’s mind raced with confusion, but his body sang with the aftermath of pleasure. Rebecca’s head rested on his chest, her breaths growing steadier with each passing moment. He could feel her heartbeat slowing, her body relaxing.
He reached for his towel, which had been carelessly discarded during their heated encounter. Gently, he pulled it over them, creating a cocoon of warmth and comfort. The fabric was still damp from his earlier surf session, but it didn’t matter. It was a barrier between them and the world, a silent promise of protection.
They lay there for a few moments, their boreathing syncing up like a pair of lost lovers reunited. The weight of what had just transpired between them was heavy, like the fog that rolled in off the sea. “What did we just do?” he finally whispered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and puzzlement.
Rebecca didn’t answer right away. Instead, she lifted herself up and kissed him softly, her tongue tracing the outline of his lips before delving deeper. When she pulled away, she said, “you made me happy.” Her voice was quiet but firm, leaving no room for doubt.