They walked back from the restaurant, holding hands. There was something about holding hands, the innocent connection between them she loved. They talked of inconsequential things, their plans for the week and the surprisingly warm day. Sir tightened his grip on her hand, and led her away from the busier street to the access path that led to the beach.
“Did you dress as I asked, Princess?”
She blushed, even without anyone around to hear him. “Yes, Sir,” she answered, wondering if he would make her prove it outside. He’d chosen the sundress with its short flared skirt, and as soon as he picked it, she knew he’d order her to go without panties.
He slowed their pace just before the beach itself. It was earlier in the season, and late enough that there weren’t a lot of people around, but that didn’t make her stop blushing. “Let’s check,” he said, and stopped walking. He dropped her hand, and wrapped his now free arm around her waist, and kissed her, deep and hard. His other hand traveled the round curve of her ass, before disappearing under the hem of her skirt. She felt the brush of his fingers on her naked ass, and wondered if anyone could see them. But as quickly as she felt his fingers, they were gone.
“Good girl,” he said, breaking their kiss and taking her hand again. He grinned at her, and began walking toward the beach again.
She felt the small burst of delight knowing that she’d pleased him; nevertheless she still glanced around wondering if anyone had seen them. She didn’t see anyone paying particular attention to them, mostly people packing up for the day. She leaned slightly into Sir. “Are we going to go home now?” She asked.
“Maybe,” he answered. They walked across the sand, and as they neared one of the lifeguard towers, he once again he stopped. “You just look so pretty in that dress; it seems a shame to go back inside where no one can see you in it.”
Her lips twisted into a pout, “But I wore it for you.”
He moved her closer to the tower, pressing her back into the thick wooden post that held it above the sand. Since it was off season, no lifeguard was around. Once again he wrapped his arm around her, and kissed her. She leaned against the pillar, tilting her head up to meet his. She could feel the ocean breeze on her bare legs and under her skirt, but he was pressed against her and she wasn’t worried about the skirt flaring up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the kiss.
He broke the kiss, and looked down at her. “Put your hands in front of you.”
Princess frowned, confused, but unwrapped her arms from his neck. She stretched her arms in front of her, pressing them together to press her tits up in the dress. She caught his eye and smiled.
In a flash, he held her wrists in his hand. His hands were big enough for it, and he lifted her arms above her head, and pressed them against the pillar.
Her smile never faded.
He leaned close to her, his free hand running up her thigh. “I want to see how much you enjoy this.” He whispered in her ear. Then his hand slipped under her skirt, his fingers brushing her thighs. She spread her legs wider without being asked.
“Do you feel how wet you’ve made me, Sir?” she asked, kissing his neck.
“Naughty, girl” he said, a smile in his voice. He smacked her bare ass lightly. He continued to stroke her thighs and right up to her mons, but never further. Sometimes kissing her, but more often watching her as she felt his fingers slide away from what she wanted.
Princess pressed against the pillar with her hands pinned. “Please Sir,” she whispered.
His fingers paused, and she knew that he must be able to feel her moist heat. “Please what, princess?”
She whimpered softly. “Please touch me.”
He smiled down at her. “I am touching you,” he said flicking his fingers down her thighs, away from what they both knew she was asking for.
Princess knew this game; he was going to make her ask for every dirty thing she wanted or she’d get nothing. She licked her lips, realizing that the sun was almost gone and the beach was empty. “Please make me come,” she whispered. “I want your fingers inside me.”
His fingers stopped moving down, and once again moved up.
She moaned as his fingers tips brushed between her thighs, still teasing but getting so much closer.
“What a naughty girl,” he said. “My fingers are already wet.” He took his hand away, raising his fingers to his mouth, he sucked his finger clean. “You taste delicious.” He met her eyes, “Do you want a taste?”
Princess bit her lip, and wriggled against the pillar. She wanted his hand back under her skirt, and she wanted to come for him, here on the beach. But she nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled and she wondered if he knew just how frustrated she was. Once again, his fingers slipped between her thighs. This time his fingers went deeper, brushing her clit all too quickly and slipping one finger insider her.
“Oh yes,” she breathed. “More,” she whispered meeting his eyes. Instead, she felt his finger slip out and soon enough she was licking his fingers clean of her juices. “More?” she asked, looking up at him.
He leaned down and kissed her, and all she could taste was her own arousal on both their lips. But his hand was under her skirt, was cupping her before working two fingers inside her. She moaned into the kiss, as he began finger fucking her. He was rough, his fingers slamming hard into her and she moaned meeting his thrusts with her hips. The base of his hand pressed hard against her clit, and she writhed against his hand, even pinned as she was between him and the pillar.
“I want to feel you come,” he growls in her ear.
She nods, unable to catch her breath or find the words. She feels his fingers stretching her, thrusting into her faster and harder. And she feels the deep tingle building, and gasps, “please don’t stop, Sir. Don’t stop.” Even as the words leave her mouth, she is coming her pussy tightening on his fingers – fingers that he never stops moving, just as she asked. She rides the orgasm, feeling her knees shake and her thighs grow wet. Finally she looks up at him and whispers, “thank you, Sir.”
Then he slows his pace, his fingers slipping from inside her with a wet slosh. She watches as he licks his fingers clean. “Now, it’s time to go home.” He says, releasing her wrists and rubbing them gently. He watches her straighten her dress before taking her hand again.
Together, they walk hand and hand back up the beach.