Exhibition to the First Degree
Exhibition to the First Degree
To say that Twilight was alone on the beach in midday would be somewhat true. The shore was chock full of Spring Breakers doing their best impressions of tube men. The rattle of beer bottles would've been deafening…
… if Twilight were anywhere near the shore. No, she was quite fine being a many yards away from the mania of wasted college students. Although the sand inland mixed and mingled with the larger rocks even further away, she didn't mind it. She was mostly here for the sun and to lay as bare as she legally and affordably could in the wild.
She pressed her beer bottle to her lips and took a sip, her mind dizzying as the sour alcohol took effect. She followed the increasing gravity of the earth, laying down flat. She took a deep breath through her nose, the smell of sand and saltwater swirling into her lungs. Cradling her head between her forearms, she closed her eyes and relaxed, surrendering herself to the baking sun.
Sleep quickly took a hold of her, much more rapidly than expected. The dream therein was a haze, no more than silhouettes against fog. But even through the fog, she could decipher what was happening. Two shadows, one of a man, and one of a woman, were positioned perpendicular to one another. They were both pretty toned from what she could tell. The gravitational pull toward the man's Dorito-shaped torso tugged at her attention, and she felt her mouth begin to water.
No later did the man enter into the women's open legs. The fog spread a lot thinner around her face, and Twilight caught a gasp in her chest as she realized her features; purple skin, straight-cut bangs… that was Twilight herself! Her doppelganger bit her bottom lip, her arms outstretched backwards and gripping onto an invisible bedframe as the man thrusted his pelvis forward.
An electric shock bounced between her legs and she fell to the earth. Twitching, she spread her thighs apart, only to notice that she was naked from the waist-down. The muscles in her legs contracted as another thrust came from the man. She watched mystified as her labia parted by itself, viscous fluid dribbling down between her legs.
The next thrust jolted her awake, the wave of an oncoming orgasm shooting up her spine. She squinted in the brazen sunlight. Not much time had passed, at most thirty minutes. She yawned and propped herself up on an elbow. Looking down at her body, however, she noticed her nipples piercing through the opaque fabric of her bathing suit. Her cheeks baking in embarrassment and heart thumping in anticipation, she slowly spread her legs. Her bottoms were still there, thank heavens, but the crotch was ever so slightly bulged out, a dark, wet spot smack dab in the middle.
All of a sudden her heart thundered in her throat. She thought back to the dream. That man, his gravitational pull… thinking about it made her heart flutter, and she felt a string of viscous fluid crawl down into her ass. She had to stop her hand from tracing a line from her breast to her pussy. She mustn't, she thought. She was outdoors! Anyone could see her!
… But she was so far away from any sort of crowd. In order for someone to see her do anything, they'd have to peer around the corner of an old, unused shack. Also, behavior like this wasn't uncommon with this crowd either…
Her head hammering with her heart, she hovered her hand over her crotch. She extended her index and middle finger, gently touching the wet spot. Her legs spasmed as she made a circular motion in the area. It was slick and thick. She slowly moved her hand up where she could see it and spread the two fingers, a string of lady juice bowing ever downward to her palm.
She bit her lip as the last bit of fight in her faded into the buzz of the alcohol. She guided her fingers back down to the wet spot and started to massage it in circles. She spread the wet farther up her crotch, more of her sweet-smelling juices bubbling to the surface of the fabric. She followed her pussy lips upward until they came to a crest.
A shock pulsed up her belly to her jaw. She panted warm air, her spit thickening into strings on her tongue. She spread her fingers apart, her cunt cracking open. Her body quaking, she massaged her hard clit through the fabric. She slipped her hand under her top, pressing against her left tit underneath the cup. She twirled circles around her nipple as the air began to get heavy. She let out a lilting moan as she lay her head against her beach towel, arching her back and letting the massaging motions take her. She thrusted her hips into her palm, her pussy burning hotter and hotter. In a desperate rush, she slipped her fingers beneath her bottoms. She imagined the man from her dream teasing her cunt up and down with his cock as she traced the motions herself.
But before she got ahead of herself, she withdrew her hand and shot it to her lips, her fingers dripping with her whitish discharge. She plunged her fingers in her mouth, dancing her tongue around, above, and in between them. She squeezed her tit as she sucked them off with a smack, the sweet but slightly acidic flavor coating her mouth and throat as she swallowed.
Before she could stop herself, she grabbed the elastic of her bottoms and slid them down to her thighs, a thick line of cum falling onto her beach towel. She slapped her hand to her pussy as she imagined the man from her dreams plunging his dick into her. She went in with middle and ring, biting her cheek as another pulse coursed through her. She plunged them into the hole, slamming her palm against her clit.
Her heart hammering in excitement, she pulled upward on her top, her boobs falling freely onto her chest. She pinched her left nipple as she upped the pace. Her body buzzed in pleasure as she let out a loud moan, her body convulsing to the rhythm of her hand. She imagined the man sucking on her tit while fucking her hard.
Her mind rushed through image after image, so fast that she couldn't comprehend it. Closer. Her body arched upward as her body swelled with electric pleasure. Even closer. She seized up as pressure gathered in her bladder…
She let out a shout as her body trembled back to the earth. Her pelvis thrust forward against her will as clear liquid burst from her cunt, drenching her beach towel. Her chest heaved her heavy breaths as she thrusted again, another squirt covering her ass. She let out a final moan as she thrusted once more, only a trickle coming out of her that time.
She gasped for air as the last of the orgasm rumbled over her. Her sudden clarity of mind was muffled by the alcohol still running through her system, so she lay on her now-disheveled beach towel, bliss washing over her. She was somewhat surprised; no other orgasm had been this intense. Instantly her body wanted more, but sweat dribbled off her forehead. Maybe another time.
"A-hem."
Twilight froze. Oh no. Reluctantly, she propped herself up on both elbows as a toned lifeguard stood above her. His Dorito-shaped torso had an undeniable gravity to it. "H-hi…" she croaked.
Curtly, the lifeguard pointed to her soiled bottoms. "You probably need a dry towel, right?"
She nodded, her hands shooting down to her bottoms. She pulled them up to her hips, and shivered when they touched her coochie.
"Okay," he said. He took a step toward the old shack and paused. "By the way, I won't tell anyone. At least you had the decency not to do it in the middle of a crowd."
Frowning, Twilight stuffed her boobs back into her top. "Thank you," she said, her tone more lilting than she anticipated.
"You're welcome." With that, the lifeguard left, the obvious bulge in his jammers being covered by a great ass.
Twilight sighed, laying back down on her towel. She pressed the bottle of beer back to her lips. The sunlight still baked at her skin, a tingling sensation that along with the summer breeze felt, appropriately, orgasmic. She watched the shore from afar, the other Spring Breakers getting more wasted by the second.
But something clicked in her mind. While she was embarrassed by the lifeguard catching her, she couldn't deny that she was a little turned on by it. Her eyes locked on to the drunken swimmers.
Maybe next time, she could afford to be a little closer.
