Big Book of Smut 2

B is for Beach: The ABCs of Erotica Series

Erica entered the restaurant tentatively, her knees nearly knocking. She’d spoken to Ben on the phone for months, and they’d even been…intimate. Phone sex! Something Erica thought she’d never do, but they got on well when just talking. The question was: what if the chemistry wasn’t there in person?

She’d been pleased when he suggested a restaurant on the shore and wondered if she mentioned how much she loved the beach? It was nestled right on the boardwalk with wonderful views, and at that time of day, with the sun retreating, the view was spectacular.

Erica’s eyes scanned the restaurant, and she wondered whether he was already there. She fought the urge to turn around and leave, but then she saw him. He looked just like his picture. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Handsome. Was he out of her league? She pushed her insecurities aside and walked toward him, excited yet hesitant. She would not let fear sidetrack her. Her heart thumped in her chest, and she took a deep relaxing breath.

When she reached the table, she slid into the chair across from Ben, silently drinking in all his details. A photo didn’t do justice to the deep brown pools of his eyes, nor did it convey the vitality he exuded in person. The air seemed charged around him. Maybe that was just her exhilaration.

She laughed self-consciously before managing to force out a hello. Ben laughed too and reached out to grasp Erica’s hand across the table while he caressed her fingers lightly. The tension was broken.

"You’re beautiful, just like your photograph." He sounded like he meant it. She knew her clean-cut look appealed to some men and he must be one of them.

Ben picked up the wine bottle. "I hope I wasn’t presumptuous in ordering some celebratory wine?"

"No…not at all." Her nervousness made it hard for her to meet his eyes for any length of time.

Ben poured Erica a glass and proposed a toast. "To personal meetings."

Erica returned his smile and they began to chat. Soon it was like they’d been meeting for months. The closeness they’d formed on the phone translated just like she hoped it would. In their conversations he’d been intelligent and funny, and he was the same in person. As she relaxed, her shyness evaporated letting her display the wit and humor Ben had come to know.

The conversation progressed, and Erica couldn’t help blushing as images of their previous interactions entered her mind. That, coupled with the wine, created a slow, building heat within her. She’d been uninhibited at times, and at his urging, she’d let her fantasies take flight. She’d even shared many of her innermost secrets with him. It embarrassed her, and yet on some level it was freeing. He knew so much about her and accepted her.

At times she wondered if the same sensual thoughts crossed his mind, and whether his gaze was heated or if it was just the lighting? Occasionally their knees or feet would touch under the table and she would feel a little zing of excitement. She hoped the reaction was mutual.

Erica ate lightly, a little pasta, a little salad, enjoying his attention. The time passed in a whirl and eventually she realized that the low voices of the other patrons had disappeared and it was time to go.

Ben paid the check and led Erica out of the restaurant and into the night air. A cool ocean breeze floated around them and he guided her down the boardwalk, walking close. His hand brushed against hers, fingertips touching, and he enveloped her hand in his.

They approached a small staircase which served as an entry point onto the beach and Ben gestured toward the sand. She slipped off her shoes, leaving them on a stair and they stepped out into the deep, dry sand. Erica’s foot sank the moment it touched it, and Ben steadied her balance.

They crossed the beach until they were within a few feet of the waves on a wet, densely packed area that supported their weight. They strolled away from the lights of the boardwalk businesses as the waves rolled in and drowned out the sounds of the nightlife around them.

Erica loved the beach. She especially loved it at night when the moonlight reflected off the water and the sound of crashing waves broke on the shore. There was no one else on the beach but the two of them, and the solitude was lovely. During the day, the beach was hot, crowded. But now, with the moon and stars it was a place of dreams. She’d fantasized many times about being on the beach with a lover, alone together in the darkness, the water drowning out their cries of ecstasy. She shook her head ruefully. She was getting ahead of herself.

A gust of wind swept up, and Erica shivered a bit. Ben stopped, running his hands over her chilled arms and then leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. Liquid pleasure filled her and Erica strained closer, bringing her hands to his shoulders. Finally, the moment was here. She’d waited all evening to feel his lips. Again and again, Ben kissed her urgently. He slid his tongue into her mouth, rubbing against the inside of her lower lip while Erica pressed herself fully against him. They embraced for a moment more and then pulled apart and continued down the sand.

Erica moved closer to the edge of the water and a wave broke over her feet, soaking the hem of her long, gauzy skirt. She laughed as the cold, swirling water retreated. Ben grasped her hand, pulling her back toward the dry sand which clung to her feet. They collapsed onto a small, raised dune, and Ben reached down and brushed away the sand. His fingertips brushed lightly over the tops of her feet, sweeping the grains away. She leaned toward Ben and his lips met hers again, kissing ardently. Closer and closer, Erica wrapped her arms around him and he sank back into the sand, taking her with him. She felt her bonds slip away. This man knew her. She could be exactly who she was.

Erica pressed close against Ben, but the barrier of their clothes was intolerable to her. Button by button, Erica opened his shirt and slid her hands inside. Her palms pressed against the smooth skin of his warm chest, touching, caressing. She fingered his nipples, tracing around the edges and rubbing across the puckered texture. Her hands moved up to his shoulders, and Ben sat up so Erica could push his shirt and jacket down his arms. She nipped his shoulder with her teeth and slid her tongue over the mark, pressing her lips against his skin.

Erica sat back and reached for the bottom of her blouse. She pulled it up over her head and tossed it to the side. Ben reached behind her back, his fingers releasing the hook and eye closure of her bra. His hands slid back around to her chest, underneath the fabric and inside the loosened cups. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples which were stiffly erect, and her bra floated down her arms. She shivered as the night breeze brushed her heated skin.

Ben pulled her to him and pressed his face in between her breasts, licking in the cleavage. Her hands grabbed his belt, unfastening the buckle and then the button of his pants, unzipping them. She cupped him through the fabric of his underwear, feeling him grow hard against her stroking hand. She pressed him deeper into the sand as he licked and sucked her nipples, his hands fondling the undersides of her soft, full breasts.

"Oooh." Erica laughed playfully. "I want to bury you in the sand, just a little." Her hand dug out a furrow by his shoulder, and Erica took his arm and placed it there. Digging through the dry sand to the wet beneath, she scooped out handfuls of wet, dense sand and packed them around his arm. Erica kissed him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she piled the cool, heavy sand over his arm, encasing him shoulder to wrist. Her left hand pushed away the sand beneath his other arm and Erica packed sand around that one too. "Don’t move them."

Erica crawled off Ben and moved down to his feet. She grasped one shoe and then the other, pulling them off. She traced one finger down the center of the sole of each foot before grabbing the tip of one sock and then the other, tugging each one free. She gripped the cuffs of his pant legs and tugged hard, pulling them down and off. Her fingers circled his ankle, lifting his foot, bringing it between her breasts and resting it there. She took the other and raised it to her lips, gently kissing the sole. He remained still, his eyes fixed on her face.

This was her chance. This was the time. She was empowered. He was her fantasy come to life. It was the perfect setting with the perfect man. She knew something of his sexual inclinations, and she was going to use every bit of that knowledge.

Pressing her tongue between his toes, Erica sucked on the pads of the underside. She scraped her teeth against the ball of his foot and then brought his foot to her breast brushing the arch against her nipple. She took the other foot again, one in each hand. Rubbing them against herself, she dragged the soles of his feet over the soft flesh of her breasts over and over.

Erica brought her feet around inside his thighs. She grazed her toes against Ben through the fabric of his underwear. Her toes wiggled against the straining hardness of his erection, and she probed inside the fly opening with her big toe. Her eyes were riveted on him and his struggle to restrain himself and keep his arms still. She bent down, licking the tips of his toes while she continued to rub his feet against herself.

She moved her own foot up his inner thigh and slipped her toes inside his boxers. The fabric bunched around her ankle as she pressed further inside until her toes touched his cock. She stroked her toes up and down, pressing his cock into the nook between. She could see the pleasure in his face and his toes dug into the soft flesh of her breasts. She was living her own fantasy, but she would fulfill his as well.

"I want to taste you. I want to take you into my mouth and make you come there." Erica pulled her foot free of his shorts and moved to her knees, close to him. She grasped the waistband of his underwear and pulled down. "Lift up a little." Ben complied, raising his hips off the sand while she slid his boxer shorts down over his legs. She leaned over him, kissing his stomach and pressing her chest into his groin. She moved her body lower, bringing her face closer to his cock. He smelled musky and male. She licked his thigh and rubbed her hands up and down the sides of his legs.

Erica smiled at Ben in the moonlight. "Shall I kiss you?" Without waiting for an answer, she pressed her lips to the tip of his shaft, licking just a little and nibbled her way down to the base. Her hands slid to his abdomen and rubbed in a circle over his muscles. Her hair brushed against him, silky strands touching him, tangling with his erection. He shivered in reaction, struggling against his instinct to move.

Erica moved closer and rubbed her cheek against the shaft and snaked out her tongue for a quick lick on the side as she inhaled deeply. "You smell so good." She pressed her face between his legs and pushed her tongue against his soft sack, licking and rubbing Ben with her lips and his cock twitched against her cheek. She slid her tongue over his balls, wetting them. Grasping him with her hand, she brought his cock to her mouth and took him inside for a brief moment. She looked up into his face and winked. "You taste good too." She flicked her tongue around and around and very gently rubbed her teeth against him. Her hands moved between his legs and she cupped his balls, caressing gently.

Taking Ben into her mouth again, Erica sucked harder stroking her tongue against the underside of the head. He was hard and hot between her lips. His cock throbbed against her tongue while she guided him in and out, again and again. She massaged the underside of the head of his cock with her lips and tongue and then took his cock back inside her mouth sucking deeply.

Erica put her hands under his ass pushing Ben toward her, loving how he felt going in and out of her mouth. She held her lips tight around him, caressing him with her tongue and sucking gently and then harder. Erica rubbed her tongue against him, bringing his cock deeper inside and increased the pressure, and then the friction. She kneaded his ass. A few grains of sand caught between her palm and his skin creating a rough abrasiveness. She let the fingers of one hand slide up and down the crack of his ass.

Erica saw the intense expression on his face in the moonlight. His body was shaking. "I don’t want you to come yet."

"Erica…" His voice was thick and raw with desire.

She reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. She crawled up his body, kissing and nibbling, flicking her tongue over his nipples and then rubbing her cheek against his jaw.

"I want you. But first, I want you to make me come hard." Erica straddled his face, pressing her wet slit against his mouth, the fabric of her skirt draped around him.

Erica moved herself against his mouth, pressing his lips against her clit and sliding down until he was right at her opening and he wiggled his tongue inside. Ben licked in little circles, swirling around and back up pressing against her clit.

"Oh please, yes." Erica shook as her pussy heated up.

Blowing hot breath on her clit, Ben wrapped his lips around her sensitive flesh and sucked, biting softly, drawing it into his mouth.

Erica moaned softly. "Oh yesssss." She pressed more firmly against his mouth, demanding more as she become increasingly aroused. He was sucking and licking her all over making her quiver against him. Sweet sensations welled up inside her as she rubbed herself harder against him, more urgently. Ben started humming, his lips buzzing against her clit as she ground her hot pussy against his face. She felt him slide his tongue into her wet, hot hole and she started to twitch against him. Her body burned. All her muscles in spasm, she contracted wildly inside, and she reached up to hold her breasts and pinch the nipples as her head fell back.

Just when Erica thought the sensations were subsiding, Ben blew inside, frantically licking his tongue around and around and pressing his whole face into her until she started coming again. She pressed against Ben hard as hot waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. She shook, her skin flushing, the lips of her pussy swelling and her breasts tightening.

Erica couldn't move for a moment. She gasped as the last of the incredible spasms drifted away. She stumbled to her feet and tore off her skirt. She knelt down in the sand and straddled his hips, rubbing herself against his cock. She moved up and down against him, making him slick with her wetness. She pressed her thumbs against his nipples, around and around and then squeezed a little.

Erica rose up over Ben and took his cock in her hand and rubbed her thumb over the head and held it between her legs. She pressed the tip of his cock around her vaginal opening. "Oh, I need you right now." Bearing down on him, his throbbing cock filled her. She squeezed her pussy hard, pressing him deep inside and pulling back off. Moving him in and out, slow and steady, she closed her eyes and arched her back. She shifted against him, rocking a little and then sliding him out. She moved back down again holding him tightly while changing the angle so his cock hit her in just the right spot.

Erica drove deeper, increasing the friction. She started to twitch around him a little. Her legs trembled as she pressed him inside again and again, rubbing back and forth. Sliding up and all the way back down, pressing hard against him, she moved a little faster up and down and up and down. Pushing him deep and lifting off him, she held him tight within her and released.

Erica slowed her pace and lay on his chest, her soft breasts flattening. She sank right into him, boneless. Her muscles twitched around his cock, rocking against him. She squeezed and released, fucking him over and over, clasping and then letting go. She snuggled against him, rubbing her cheek against him while she contracted tightly around him again and again.

Her mind was spinning in pure pleasure, and it didn’t take long for Erica her to feel her orgasm building within her. She squeezed herself around Ben hard, held a few seconds, released and then did it again, concentrating, focusing deep. She gasped a little with the effort, pushing herself hard against him.

She sat up on top of Ben again, arching her back as she pushed him deeply into her tight, wet pussy. She took a deep breath, gripping Ben with her vaginal muscles, feeling wonderfully stretched by him. She tightened around Ben and rose and fell just a little, not moving much but holding him, pressing into him. He lifted underneath her as waves of sheer pleasure radiated out from deep inside her.

Hot tingles swept over her catching her a little by surprise but Erica didn't resist, letting it wash over her in long, liquid waves of pleasure. One after the other, they kept coming: slow, deep, intense contractions. Rippling against Ben, reaching peak after peak, her whole body quivered, shook. She trembled against him, gasping, as her body spasmed over and over. She felt him then, heaving beneath her, straining as he spurted inside her.

Erica collapsed against him, stroking his chest and still twitching inside now and again. Slowly a relaxed and languid pleasure seeped into her body. Ben raised his arms up out of the sand wrapping them tight around her, pulling her tight until there wasn’t a millimeter of space between them. She laughed softly, sighing and gasping as Ben rubbed her back with slow gentle movements.

She buried her face in his neck and whispered, "That was so much better in person."