BIANCA IN PINK

Couple, Outdoors

Bianca and I are at the beach, secluded in the dunes. Love the dunes at this beach. Rolling, uneven, tussocky, and private. Just what two young people in bonding lust need. We can see the shape of the world around us, but we think we are nicely separate and private from other roaming inhabitants.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, yet the coastal beach car park lay nearly empty. We love our Great Southern Land and the space it gives us. Not that we feel any more significant than the waves or understand just what the hell we are doing here alive in this immediate instance of time, but we are here together. Any thoughts of the cosmic, the vast sky meeting the endless Southern Ocean, are lost in randy, playful bodies.

Bianca warns me to be careful. God forbid that someone she knows, or any stranger for that matter, see me pawing all over her lithe, sweet young body.

Geez, Bianca, you are down to your fluoro pink bikini bottom.

The top was divested by you, supposedly to get a tan. Your breasts are shimmery and glazed with sunscreen like sticky iced buns. Boy, do I want to lick them? Your nipples are twin pink foci of male need.

I'm still in the male daze of being allowed to spread sunscreen all over Bianca's topless body. It was like seeing the piles of candy in the glass jars in the Ye Old Lolly Shop as a youngster and getting it all. The complete gorged treat.

I was excited to spread the lotion, smearing it in massaging circles over her soft, enticing skin. The delicious pushy weight of her supple, wobbly breasts got me close to a hard-on. I was tender with her nipples as I coated her breasts carefully and lingeringly. So leisurely, I was in no hurry to move on.

I squirted a dollop of lotion into her navel slit and smudged it around on her fem-pad of flesh above her bikini line. In such bright sunlight, I could see the fine hairs on her skin crisscrossing down till they disappeared under her bikini.

This bikini's bottom is fluoro pink. Beacon pink. I love the metal rings at the sides sitting right on Bianca's hips. It is not a low-cut bikini; it's a broad triangle of cloth sitting level with her hips. All her curves are on show. Her full upper thighs. Her sleek, shaved legs. The soft pad of fem-fat below her indented navel is getting me so randy.

Her top's twin pink bust cup was removed in the dunes, but I got the tantalising eye as we walked to our current secluded spot. It was a great bikini top; it had that subtle lift and separation that enhanced Bianca's breasts. The stretch of the fabric allows that sweet hint of nipple buds. The top was tied off both at the back but with a neck string, again with metal rings at the edge of the cups, lifting where women want to lift, but lucky youthful Bianca doesn't need it. Her breasts sit firmly, completely gravity-defying.

Her curly hair is tied back, of course. But I'll let it get free later, just like her honeyed fuzz between her thighs. Yes, Bianca, I'll be careful; not careful about touching you outdoors in the dunes, just cautious about keeping the sand from irritating your private sensitive bits.

Her bright blue eyes, I notice as I finish applying the sunscreen, are made more prominent by her mascara. Sapphire blue orbs, so lively and darting. The freckles on her snub nose looking for something to happen. Sunbathing is okay, but this could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, always remembered as petting in the dunes.

I'm sticking to her body, my lotion greasing and smearing into Bianca's. She is spread out on one of those supersized beach towels, which is great. She's enjoying the kissing and breast rubbing. Just my chest creating friction across her nipples. But she's thoroughly aroused.

The idea of being careful is something I want to be buried in the dunes.

My fingers are teasing along the edge of her fluoro pink bikini, eager for the true natural pinkness below, when my hand is gently guided away.

I have that male moment: Just what is it with women and beach sex.

This isn't going to happen, not now, not ever.

I roll back over onto my towel next to Bianca with only my own hard-on for company.

Yet life is good. Life becomes that moment on the beach. Memory builds as it unfolds.

Bianca sighs. She is thinking. But what?

Bianca is suddenly sitting across my hips, her hands rubbing my chest. Her pink bikini bottom dry humping into my board shorts.

"Just be careful," she sighs, and she actually means it.

She wasn't sure what would unfold or how far she was prepared to go, even in a secluded outdoor setting, but she was open to something.

I was thinking maybe I could slip my cock under her bikini, and we could have surreptitious, sneaky sex in the dunes. Quick and furtive. Sounded male good.

Bianca looked around too much. She wanted the touch, but the location distracted her.

Her hands were massaging my torso, and her groin was grinding into mine, but her eyes were off to the crest of the surrounding dunes and a couple of gaps between them.

I was massaging her breasts up, out and together and occasionally just enjoying their flounce, sway and uncoordinated jiggle.

Bianca's educated; she is already a fantastic, respected local primary teacher, and her sensible brain held sway against her massive natural bodily urges. I had to admire her fortitude and her pussy denying mettle in the immediate instance. She was, however, looking too uncomfortable with this.

Then she said, "Geez, Luke, I want to, but it's too open; I'd die of embarrassment if we get seen."

"It's okay," I said, and I meant it.

Bianca was stunning, sexy and exciting indoors. And it could forever stay that way if that was us.

What more could I want; my peachy-butted cutie had let me lick the cream from her pussy this morning, the frickin cream for the pancakes, and then spread herself so pussy wide on the kitchen table for one of the most memorable joinings of my young life? My birthday present was complete: I unwrapped Bianca, and her body was wrapped into mine.

I knew Bianca didn't need to do anything foolish outdoors to give us both something totally memorable; our combined unforgettable.

In a few short months together, she had delivered cock bliss repeatedly. And the intelligent, attractive raunchy lass actually liked me; you know, the personality bit plus the cock attached.

We lay back, holding hands, enjoying the afternoon. Simple, happy, hand in hand with my girl.

I was happy being with Bianca. I assumed Bianca was relaxing, mindless sunbathing with a boyfriend now under beach control, with his girlfriend basically naked next to him. One flimsy piece of pink fluoro cloth wasn't hiding much to tell you the truth.

There is, however, something about teachers, Bianca's profession, and how they think outside the square or, in this case, out think the outdoors and their dunes.

Bianca smooched me.

Bianca sidled into me. Bianca's hand reached inside my board shorts.

Typical male response. Just loving it. My cock was getting a peek at the great outdoors and the searing Southern Hemisphere sky, courtesy of my girlfriend's grasping fingers.

The fantastic young woman who had let me into her life was suddenly giving great head in the dunes. Actually, it was sensational, given the location. It was a cock treat; plenty of shaft manipulation, ball sack massaging and knob sucking.

The only thought I had before I was lost in cock satisfaction was: It is my privates risking public show; maybe she could cope with that. I was fully relaxed in the pleasure of a head job in the dunes.

Then, the delicious invitation from my stunning Bianca: "You can dog me, but keep a lookout, okay?" Had I heard that right, or was I imagining it?

No: there she was on all fours, in front of me, with her pink bikini bottom eased across her apple buttocks by herself. My Bianca had to know; had to do the outdoor sex; like me, she had to know; had to do.

Wow, did I have the full view. Nature, stunning dune-defined nature on a warm summer day, held no interest compared to the stark graphic sexuality of Bianca's genital invitation. Her true personal pinkness revealed, her lippy pussy open, with her honeyed fuzzy pubes above all for me.

My prick felt the treat instantly. It penetrated between her soft, slitty folds. My pubic bone grinding into her twin smooth buttock dunes, mirroring the curve of the sand mounds around us. My cock thrusting where minutes before it thought it would never get outdoors. I was heated. I was stoked. Man, was I stroking, both for myself and equally for Bianca. I was pacing the pleasure for Bianca. Maybe the thought passed quickly; if I got this right, I might get it again outdoors, somewhere else.

Geez, I was in deep and thrusting vigorously. My hands on her hips. It was intense. Bianca couldn't suppress a series of tight, petite moans. She was savouring it. Her eyes closed.

I was supposed to be keeping a lookout. Well, give me a break. That was impossible. I had that pure memory-searing view of seeing my cock slide in and out of Bianca's pussy hole. I could feel the pleasure. I could see the wonder. I could hear her happiness.

I had to rim her puckered balloon knot. It was there. It just drew my eye and then my finger. I hadn't been here before. I didn't know Bianca's limits. God, I had pushed them in the dunes already. Was I pushing way too far with her puckered crack?

She just moaned louder as I rimmed her indented starfish and eased one finger into her tight crevice to add to her sensations and build my desire for her.

My cock was thrusting repeatedly. My finger was prodding constantly. Something had to give. I thought my wad in her coochie. Maybe Bianca was close to cumming?

Bianca's hand was back between her legs. I thought she was reaching for her clit; that she was really super excited and was giving me a true intimate treat too.

But she had my cock; she had my cock out of her pussy. I thought that was it; she couldn't stand the outdoor danger.

However, as she eased my cock to her butt crack, she said:

"Be careful."

I thought I knew what this careful was; not anyone coming, but me cumming in her arse.

My sweet gorgeous Bianca was giving her butt crack for the first time. And of all places: the beach.

Her tight pink rear hole was so tiny, confronted by my engorged cock. I eased my head in carefully. A very considered relaxed shallow entry. Hoping Bianca would relax a bit and her constricted muscles would wrap tightly but happily around my cock. Shallow, shallow, yes, but amazingly defining for two. Our first butt fucking together.

I prodded into her gape slightly more in my male lust. This was the butt of my dreams. Bianca gave me her ring, which was definingly tight and awesomely mind-flowingly pleasurable.

The intensity was genuinely building in the flesh of two.

My cock was suddenly warmly surrounded by her constricting, gawped anus. I was in her crack deep. We bridged the interstices of self in her butthole. So tight yet so fulfilling for two was my prodding.

Life-defining intimacy, wonderful shared skin, the paring down of our bodies to a cock and butthole, then minds lost in delicious, delicious waves of pleasure.

Bianca's fingers eventually worked her clit to her indulgent, deserved climax. I had no control and creamed her beautiful arse. A slight pang. Had I ruined everything?

No, she turned and tousled my hair just before she wiped her lady bits a mite with the towel.

We were sated. We were calm. The dunes stayed forever blithely indifferent.

"Wow, you are beautiful," I said as Bianca put her pink bikini top back on.

"Mmm; you're not too shabby yourself," she replied.

Then she grabbed my hand, and we playfully frolicked as we headed to the surf for a swim.

I released her hair scrunchie, and her curls blossomed, reaching for the wide blue yonder and splashed by the cyan ocean's bosom.