By the Sea, By the Beautiful Sea

By the Sea, By the Beautiful Sea

We had dated for months, and were on a weekend get-a-way. The hotel was right on the ocean.

There was a Jacuzzi that could be rented by the hour. It was fenced for privacy on the hotel side and had a view of the ocean everywhere else. At low tide the beautiful seashore extended miles out to sea. Rugged and dangerous rocks were exposed. A lighthouse escorted ships safely out to sea.

I reserved the sunset hour in the Jacuzzi. We kissed and cuddled in the warm bubbling water. As the sun set the clouds over the ocean were reflecting the flamboyant colors of the sun.

Soon my swimsuit was tossed aside and I was trying to persuade my date to have sex with me. Although hardly a prude she was not willing to strip down for a tryst alfresco. My coaxing merely served to fuel my own raging desire.

I discovered that the water jet massaging my back so well would, if I turned around, massage my yearning and erect penis. Now I can't explain the urgency of my excitement. For in our room she became a sex starved minx.

Perhaps it began as just an exciting sexual itch. There I could let the moving water ricochet off my now erection. It just felt so good.
Naked, on the seashore, under the colorful ever changing sky, the relentless sexual feeling of the water on my cock was irresistible. I desired, no needed, just a tad bit more.

I'll stop before I cum; but not just yet, not just yet.
As sometimes happens in these matters, I did not see the "Point of No Return" until I was beyond.

Pleasure, lust, and satisfaction merged in an orgasm that captured my mind and body. I stiffened and thrust, my breathe came in gasps and moans. I could not, I would not, I wanted not to stop. And I did not stop, until my passion was spent.

That's how we started our weekend get-a-way, and my date was a minx in the hotel room.