Erotica | Lesbian | Beach | Public Risk | Bonfire | Oral Sex | Fingering | Curvy | MILF | Forbidden

She Seduced Me in the Dunes While the Beach Bonfire Party Raged — 1

The risk of getting caught only made me wetter as the hot yoga instructor pulled me behind the dunes and claimed my body.

As I walked down the wooden boardwalk to the beach, the salt air hit me first, thick and warm, with the smell of burning wood, grilled shrimp and sunscreen.

Old-school R&B and reggaeton played low from a portable speaker and the bonfire roared in the middle of the crowd, orange sparks flying into the darkening sky.

Everyone was there, from locals celebrating the start of summer, to families bringing their coolers, friends having a great time and some tourists taking pictures like they'd found paradise.

I loved it here.

The confusion of bodies, the open sky, the waves rolling in like they didn't give a shit who they were.

I adjusted the thin white cover up over my red bikini, feeling the fabric slide across my skin.

My tits were just barely in check, big and full, nipples already puckering in the wind off the water.

I would have been alone tonight, saying it was a good way to relax after a long week, but I knew better.

I've been observing her for weeks at these events, Nala Sullivan, the yoga instructor who taught those sunset classes on the pier.

She walked like she was built for sin, all curves and thighs and ass that made her loose beach dresses look illegal.

Tonight she wore a black bikini top that was too small to support her full breasts and a sarong tied low on her hips.

Her dark hair hung loose, and whenever she laughed at something someone said, it went right between my legs.

I took a plastic cup of rum punch from the makeshift bar and took a sip, letting the sweetness burn down my throat slowly.

Old neighbors were coming up to me asking about work, and a couple of guys were trying their luck with weak lines.

I smiled politely, nodded but my eyes kept on going back to Nala across the fire.

She was speaking to a group, gesticulating with her hands and her hips moving to the music.

Each time she moved, that sarong would drop a little lower, revealing the soft bulge of her lower belly and the top of her bikini bottoms.

I could feel my pussies getting hard watching her.

I wanted to lick her skin, lick her thick thighs around my head, lick her pussy until we both drenched the sand.

I didn't rush over, I took my time.

I sat in a circle around the fire, roasting marshmallows and sharing some of the craziest stories with people I didn't know.

The flames licked at my legs, making my skin glow.

I was drawn to Nala's gaze through the fire and she held it.

No smile at first, only that knowing look.

Then her mouth turned up at the corner.

My stomach flipped.

I slowly licked the melted marshmallow off my fingers, without breaking eye contact.

She looked at the darker side of the beach, the dunes of tall sea grass and raised an eyebrow.

My pussy was tight as a fist.

Message received.

I waited another ten minutes, finishing off my drink, laughing at someone's stupid joke, letting the pressure mount up in my belly like a coiled spring.

The party was in full swing now—kids chasing each other with glow sticks further down the shore, couples dancing barefoot in the sand, groups huddled around smaller fires.

No one was paying attention to me as I slipped away, cover-up fluttering in the breeze as I walked toward the dunes.

The farther from the main fire, the cooler the sand was under my feet.

The music and voices were muted, and the waves crashed against the shore, while the grass rustled in the wind.

Nala was already there, standing on a flat area between two dunes, a blanket spread out at her feet.

Close up, she was even more alluring, with full lips, sharp cheekbones and those dark eyes that seemed to be capable of eating me alive.

She didn't say anything at first.

She was just a step closer and her breasts brushed mine through our tops.

“You've been looking at me all night, Meilani,” she whispered, her voice smoky and low.

Her hand came up, fingertips tracing my collar bone.

Hard not to, I replied, my voice already sounding breathy.

I'm always wondering, "The way that body moves... what does it feel like when it's not wearing anything on it?"

She smiled slowly and filthy, and leaned in.

Our first kiss was soft, testing—lips pressing, tasting rum and salt.

Then it got hungry.

Her tongue was in my mouth and I moaned quietly, clinging to her hips and pulling her closer.

Her hands were on my back, squeezing my ass through the cover up before they went under to grab bare skin.

I removed the sarong from her hips and it gathered at her feet.

I reached out and grabbed the ties of her bikini top and pulled.

Her big tits fell free, dark nipples stiff in the night air.

I picked them up right away, rubbing circles with my thumbs over the peaks, she gasping into my mouth.

We lay down together, rolling so that I was on top first.

The grass around us danced, and every now and then I could catch a glimpse of the distant light of the bonfire dancing between the blades of grass.

Laughing, calling for more beer, a dog barking, all heard on the wind.

It made my heart pound.

It was an easy place for anyone to stroll up here.

The risk soaked my bikini bottoms.

I sucked lightly on Nala's neck, kissing her pulse point, before I went to her tits.

I put one nipple in my mouth and sucked hard, flicked it with my tongue and kneaded the other with my hand.

She arched, pushing more of her soft flesh into my face, one hand in my hair.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she breathed.

I changed sides, nibbling softly, licking soothingly.

Her skin was like coconut lotion and ocean.

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