The Naked Collection

by Poppy Romero

  The problem was, since he'd said it I couldn't get it out of my head. I mean, I knew there was a risk, but with Dan it seemed like the bigger the risk, the bigger the thrill. And the more he got off, the more it got me off to think I was the cause. But when he'd started introducing it into our dirty talk on the phone, I'd found myself responding to it big-time.

  And now that he was here, and actually suggesting we try it... He pressed his swollen head against me and I felt the heat radiating from him. Just skin on skin, 'the most natural thing in the world' he'd said over the phone. I felt him becoming slick as he rubbed himself around my lips, circling nearer and nearer to my pussy.

  “God... stop teasing me, please!” I whined, trying to back onto him. Just the thought of that big, delicious dick, the thrill of taking him bareback; it was driving me crazy. I needed him to fuck me.

  And he obliged. I felt every delicious inch of that beautiful cock slide onto me, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself screaming the house down. I'd thought he felt good before but... god he was hard. His skin was soft, the friction, the texture... everything was different, and overpowering.

  Without even feeling the build-up sneak up on me, I felt an orgasm bubbling up from almost nowhere, and I shuddered as I came, biting hard on the back of my hand so as not to scream out and disturb the other rooms.

  As I knelt there panting, I felt his cock slide out of me. I looked over my shoulder at him, watching as he worked his cock in his hand.

  “Turn over.” He growled. I did as I was told, sinking back onto the bed, watching as he stood over me, his fist pumping back and forth on his erection. I lay back on the bed, awaiting his instruction, my legs slightly parted.

  He leaned over me, kneeling between my legs, his face a picture of orgasmic pleasure. Looking up at him like that it took all my self control not to jam him back inside me and go another round, but I could see he was close and I wasn't sure I was ready for him to come inside me.

  I felt the first spurts hit my skin, hot and wet as he unleashed his sperm all over my exposed stomach. There was so much, I almost wondered if the poor boy had been saving it up since the end of term. Stream after stream of thick come shot out onto me as I furiously pumped his shaft over my body.

  As he recovered, he looked down at me, at the mess he'd made. “Fuck...”

  I just grinned up at him. It was going to be one hell of a weekend.

  I woke up the next morning to see Dan lying next to me on the bed. I'd almost forgotten when I woke up in an unfamiliar room, but then I turned and saw him, and felt a flutter of excitement in my chest.

  The one thing about catching up with someone after missing them for so long is that we didn't get a lot of sleep. We lay there talking, then we'd kiss, then kissing didn't seem like it had any other option but to lead to sex, then we'd lie there talking again.

  I watched the slow, even movements of his broad shoulders as he breathed in and out. I slipped a hand under the covers, eagerly biting my lip as I remembered last night, and the feeling of Dan's seed spraying all over me.

  When we first started having sex I’d been paranoid about protection, but last night was just so desperate and raw, somehow it made the image unbearably sexy. Like it was something forbidden, something I couldn't allow myself – and yet because he'd commanded me to, I'd done it anyway.

  Soon I was lying face down on the bed, my hand circling over my clit under me. I could hear the other guests in the hall, people getting into cars outside, the sound of the sea... I'd never fantasized about being outside before but I imagined lying in a field, my shorts around my knees, pleasuring myself in the open air.

  I imagined Dan appearing as if from nowhere, and looking down at me, watching me. Slowly unhooking his jeans, and working himself to hardness, watching me writhing in front of him. I imagined him fucking me shamelessly for anyone passing by to see. I started to imagine what it would feel like if he didn't pull out, if he just kept going and unleashed his seed inside me.

  I got so absorbed in the fantasy that I barely heard Dan move until I looked over and saw him lying facing me, looking at my hands as they worked away underneath me. I gasped. Busted!

  He just lay there for a second, watching. I didn't move a muscle, unsure of what he was going to say.

  “I didn't tell you you could stop.” He said, a grin breaking across his face.

  Well, that turned out to be the right thing to say.

  His ordering me about really turned me on, driving me right up to the edge of orgasm. I moaned into the pillow, increasing my speed and squeezing my hips together.

  Dan lay down beside me, and placed one hand on my butt. He squeezed firmly, and the thought of him lying there watching me drove me over the edge. My hips spasmed and I came, gasping.

  “Sorry...” I stammered. “I just... I was so sore after last night, I didn't want you to know. I thought I’d try a quick one before you woke up.”

  “Why didn't you say?” He was stroking his hand back and forth across my bum, reassuringly.

  “Because, it's embarrassing!” I said, covering my face.

  “It's sexy.” He said, cupping my cheeks with his hand. I rolled onto my side to face him, his hand sliding onto my hip.

  “You liked it?”

  “I liked watching you.”

  I think I blushed a little. “I liked you watching. I liked the whole commanding thing. Telling me not to stop.”

  He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, smiling happily. I loved watching him like that, looking like he was at peace.

  I felt guilty though, so I rolled over to face him. His cock was still stiff – I didn't know how long he'd been watching me, but it was enough for it to have had an effect on him. I reached down and took a hold of it.

  “I like making you happy, Dan.”

  I kissed his chest, and started stroking his cock in my hand.

  “I want you to take control. I want you to tell me what to do.”

  I felt his cock twitch in my hand. I bit my lip. “And I'm not sure I want you to pull out next time.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I blushed. He was going to make me say it.

  I rolled over to crouch over him.

  “I want you to come inside me, Dan.” I sped up my pace on his cock, keeping my eyes locked on his. “Not now, I'm still too sore from last night. But I want it. I want to feel what it's like.”

  His eyes were closed, but his expression was far from peaceful. I could see the dirty talk was getting to him.

  “I don't care about the risks. Do you... want to come inside me Dan?” I looked up at him. Every time I mentioned it his breath hitched and I felt him tense with pleasure. I loved the feeling of being able to do that to him.

  “I want you on top of me, riding me, emptying yourself inside of me. Using me. Taking me. Do you want to come for me Dan? Do you want to come now?” His breath was coming faster and faster as I increased the pace on his manly shaft with my hand. “Are you coming? Do it for me. Come for me, please!”

  As I sped up my pace I could see his hips bucking against me in pleasure. I spread one hand out over his stomach, and lowered my head between his thighs.

  “Do you want to come in my mouth? Do you w... oh!”

  The first spurt of come erupted from his tip, landing in the side of my cheek. The poor thing hadn't lasted very long, and another stream shot out, coating the side of my face. I slurped noisily on the tip, feeling his delicious come erupting onto my tongue.

  “Mmmh, yeah... I love it, that's it, come all over me!”

  After covering my face with what felt like a solid coating of his sperm, Dan lay back on the bed panting. I continued kissing the length of his beautiful cock, licking it clean for him.

  After a quick shower, we decided to make the most of the day while we waited for my body to recover from last night. Since the hotel was reasonably near the coast I'd packed beach stuff, and Dan seemed pretty agreeable – especially when I showed him my bik
ini.

  As part of the whole confidence kick I was on from seeing Dan, I’d gone for a skimpier suit than I normally would, but still decent enough not to show off too much.

  I've always been body conscious – even more so back then – because of being a late bloomer back at school. Because of this (and keeping my head buried in books most of the time) I escaped the attention of many of the boys around me.

  Once I did start growing into a womanly body, there was one day some boys threw water over my shirt, leaving it pretty much transparent. I hadn't started wearing a bra yet, so I was mortified, and ran out of the room with my arms folded over my breasts.

  One of my strongest memories though – something that comes back to me sometimes when I fantasize – was the boy I had an awkward crush on at the time staring at me from the other side of the room. Staring at my chest, before I realised what was happening. The way he was looking at me was awkward as hell, but it was later that night, thinking of the way he looked at me that I finally started to work out what masturbating was.

  That mix of arousal and embarrassment has always been a big turn on for me, maybe that was why I responded so much to Dan's commands. I didn't want things to get too out of control though – fantasies are just fantasy, after all. So the bikini was still just on the edgier side of sensible – not quite a swimsuit, but not exactly a string bikini either. I wanted to get Dan's attention without embarrassing myself too much.

  It definitely got his attention though. As soon as we got there and set up the towels, he insisted on giving me a good coating of suntan lotion.

  He probably started off actually applying the lotion, which was nice enough; but then he seemed to start to get a little carried away as he got to my back. I was just enjoying a nice back rub out in the sun, but as he worked his hands across my back his fingertips kept straying closer and closer to my sides, sliding across my ribs and lightly brushing at the edges of my breasts.

  He seemed to be paying a lot of attention to that area, and I cottoned on to the fact that he was trying to tease me, see how far underneath my bikini he could get his hands.

  I looked over my shoulder at him. He'd lain himself alongside me, with the bags on the other side of me so people wouldn't really be able to see what was going on - provided he didn't get too carried away.

  Still, his hands wandered under my bikini every chance they got, getting lower and lower until he was pretty much groping my buttcheeks in front of the whole beach.

  He started on the backs of my legs, working the lotion in with his fingertips and sliding them up the inside of my thighs. Every time he got near the top of my thighs, his fingertips would brush against the underside of my butt, teasing me a little further. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

  He looked down at my body, and winked. “I think you need your front doing.”

  He moved down the towel as I turned over, and settled my head back into my arms. I felt the cold lotion hit my stomach, and bit my lip as I mentally compared it to the heat of his sperm.

  He used the palm of his hand to massage the lotion into my skin. He'd use the heel to spread the lotion across my stomach, while poking the tips of his fingers under my bikini top to tickle at the sensitive flesh there.

  He kept this up long enough that I started to feel the heat returning between my legs. I'd almost say I didn't believe it, but that weekend seemed to be just one long revelation of how easily he was able to turn me on.

  I looked down at him, and from the grin on his face I could tell he knew exactly what he was doing.

  “You need your legs done.”

  I sighed, and closed my eyes. I could see where this was going, and I didn't care any more. Maybe I was still slightly full of endorphins from this morning's orgasm back at the hotel, but it felt like his fingers were tingling with electricity as he massaged the cream into my inner thighs. I parted my legs slightly and glanced down at him.

  He was running his hands up my legs in smooth strokes, dragging them almost up to the top, and then drawing them back down again. Each time he'd take his hand a little higher, and a little higher, until his fingertips were brushing against the fabric of the bikini bottoms.

  I glanced around. The part of the beach we were at was pretty secluded, but hardly deserted. A couple of girls were sat near to us, who were busy checking out a couple of guys playing volleyball further down the beach. Nobody was looking as he slipped a finger under the fabric and dragged a fingernail down the sensitive skin around my pussy.

  I bit my lip again, stifling a gasp. He continued to tease me like this until I couldn't take it any more. Apart from how wet he was making me, my nipples were beginning to stand out with arousal and I was going to have to get some distance from the rest of the beach to hide what was going on.

  “Dan, please...” I moaned, trying to keep still. “Not here.”

  He leaned up on one elbow, looking around. “The water looks good. Do you want to take a dip?”

  As he said this, he slid a finger under the hem of my bikini, slipping it into my pussy up to the first knuckle.

  I gasped at him as he withdrew his finger, and held his hand out to me. I took his hand, and he led me to the water.

  He rested his hand on top of my hip as we walked there. I think the most impressive thing was that the baggy shorts he was wearing barely managed to hide his arousal on the way down. I felt a little sorry for him to be honest – I could get horny wherever I wanted and nobody would ever know. But tease him even a little and he'd soon have a big problem!

  I grinned to myself, thinking I'd have to make sure I relieved him of his burden regularly.

  In the water, I walked in until the water was waist high. Dan was close behind me. He waded out and put his arm round me, slipping it under the water line and down the back of my bikini. I was just beginning to enjoy the firm kneading he was giving my bum, when he slipped his thumbs into the waistband and started easing them down.

  “Dan!” I yelped, grabbing his arms.

  “Nobody can see, look.”

  I glanced round. Sure enough, nobody on the beach was near enough to make out what was going on. The girls were still watching the volleyball and the water around us was clear.

  “But... we're in the middle of the beach!” I gasped.

  “I know,” He grinned, “That's what makes it so fun.”

  His hands continued to squeeze and knead my cheeks, pulling me into him.

  I ground myself against the front of his shorts. “You really did a number on me, teasing me up there you know.”

  “Oh really?” His fingers slipped down again under the water, gently stroking along the groove of my pussy.

  “Mmmmh... fuck, I need you...”

  “Need me to what?”

  I looked at him. He had the biggest, dirtiest grin on his face. He was going to make me say it.

  I pressed my head into his neck, feeling my cheeks starting to flush. “I need you to make me come.”

  He seemed determined to drive the situation further, as he leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “And what will you do for me?” As he asked me he slipped a finger inside me, his arm pulling my leg up over his hip.

  I bit my lip and looked him in the eyes as he teased me. “What do you want me to do?”

  He shrugged. “Use your imagination.”

  From the beach there was a cheer from the volleyball game. I closed my eyes and eased myself further onto his finger, imagining they were cheering us on.

  “Do you want me to suck you?” I asked, holding onto his shoulders to try and maintain some semblance of control, if anyone looked our way from the beach. Him forcing me to be so dirty in such an exposed place was really, really working for me, making my pussy ache with sensitivity as he slipped his finger in and out of me.

  “I want to suck you. I want to please you... I want... Oh god I'll do anything you ask me, just please fuck me...” I moaned, biting gently on his collarbone. “Please fuck me...”

  I sta
rted to grind myself against his hips, finding a spot just below his hipbone where my clit could press into the crook of his thigh while still giving his fingers room to work.

  He withdrew them, and started unhooking the buttons on his shorts. I moaned, the sensible part of me fighting against the animal part that just wanted to rip his shorts open and not give a damn about who could see us.

  He lined up his rigid cock between my lips, and slid into me in one smooth stroke. I bit into his collarbone, groaning with pleasure. I was in heaven. With the water lapping around our stomachs, it was unlikely anyone from the beach would even see me in his arms, let alone work out what we were up to.

  I pressed my tits into his biceps and rode him, his breath hot in my ear. Just the sensation of him fucking me in the open air was incredible. His lips parted in a whisper.

  “Say it again.”

  “I want you to fuck me.” I groaned.

  “Once more.”

  “I want... Oh god Dan I'm coming!”

  The orgasm overtook me as on the beach, a chorus of cheers erupted from the game. In my mind they were stood watching Dan drive his cock into me, pounding me in the middle of the sand. I shuddered to a climax and spasmed around Dan's cock at the idea of being so exposed and brazen as he fucked me.

  I don't know how long I kept myself hanging off him, panting and waiting for my body to calm down. Dan just stood there, pretty much holding me up.

  I giggled, remembering a dirty postcard by the shore. Dan looked at me questioningly.

  “But mister, will I really sink if you take it out?”

  He laughed, slipping out of me and eliciting a shiver that ran through me as his slippery cock slid across my raw, exposed clitoris.

  Eventually, we headed back to the shore, Dan's hand around my hip, the flush in my cheeks subsiding gradually. On the beach, everyone was continuing as usual. Nobody was looking our way. Nobody had any idea of what we'd been up to in the water.

  Dan smiled at me, and I smiled back. Suddenly he darted in front of me.