The Secret Beach (An Extended Excerpt from EIGHT DAYS - An Erotic Odyssey)

by Caelyn Alba

  T H E S E C R E T B E A C H

  An Extended Excerpt From

  Muse of Shadow’s

  EIGHT DAYS — AN EROTIC ODYSSEY

  by

  Caelyn Alba

  Editing, Cover Design, and Typography by (studio)Effigy

  Photo by Alex Volot

  Copyright 2012

  Smashwords Edition

  T H E S E C R E T B E A C H

  An Extended Excerpt From

  Muse of Shadow’s

  EIGHT DAYS — AN EROTIC ODYSSEY

  Part 1: First Night

  Part 2: Beyond the Wall

  Part 3: The Secret Beach

  Part 4: In the Cabana — I

  Part 5: In the Cabana — II

  About the Author/

  Erotica from MUSE OF SHADOW

  For Sean

  Maker of all my memories

  And to Luc and Margit

  Où que vous soyez

  Merci

  This erotic excerpt can be read and enjoyed by anyone. However, for best results, she should read it aloud to him. Slowly. One chapter at a time. With the lights turned low.

  FIRST NIGHT

  IT ALL HAPPENED more years ago than I want to think about now. But every time I think about it, I know that nothing could ever make either of us forget.

  It had been so long since we’d first talked about going to France that it almost seemed like a dream when we finally made it. The weather was the perfect blend of brilliant June sun and balmy Riviera breeze. The hotel in Nice was just a little more expensive than we could afford after five years of marriage, renovations and a mortgage, the student loans from four different universities that we’d busted our asses to pay off in good time. But we’d made a promise to each other that we were worth it, and we were both more than ready to spend eight perfect days on the Côte d’Azur reminding each other of that.

  Even through the haze of jet lag, the room felt like home. The second our luggage was dropped off by the smiling porter, we collapsed onto the king-sized bed. Two hours since the airport and a day from home, we were a world away from the stress of work and life. On the table sat a bowl of fresh fruit, a plate of decadently rich Brie, and a basket of bread still warm from the oven. Against a bottle of red wine, a note was propped from the concierge. ‘Welcome Sean and Caelyn.’

  Our suite overlooked the water below, blue like the most perfect swimming pool. The white sands of the beach shone in the sun, dotted with the very visible forms of topless sunbathers two floors below. As you checked them out that first afternoon, you asked if I was going to join them before we left. I only laughed. But that afternoon, after an hour-long bath together in the soaker tub that would have swallowed our entire bathroom back home, I let you shave my pussy. Sheer and baby-smooth up the sides, but with an untamed strip running full length around my slit, just the way you loved it.

  That first night, after a perfect meal of oyster paella and a long walk on the beach, you laid me down on the bed and kissed me as the last rays of the setting sun turned the Mediterranean gold. You’d been hard since dinner and I knew it, playfully squeezing your crotch as we climbed the stairs. It had taken you most of the afternoon to convince me to go braless that night. I told you afterwards that I never would have agreed to it if I’d known you’d already picked out my black spandex top to maximize the effect. But at the time, something in your insistence won me over.

  ‘You’re in France,’ you told me, ‘and you’re the most beautiful woman here. I want them all to know it.’

  We started in on each other even before I’d fumbled the key into the door, your fingers tracing along the sheer material of my top where my nipples stood up, as thick and as flushed as ripe cherries along the full curve of my breasts. The waiter’s face at dinner had been a mask of cautious leering as he hovered over me, staring down at my chest while I ordered for us. It turned you on to see him watching me, and I knew it. It turned me on when you casually pointed out the couple getting nearly intimate at a corner table during dessert. Making sure I saw that even as he was slipping his hand up her dress as he leaned in close to kiss her neck, his eyes kept straying to me and the form-fitting tightness of my top.

  You let me leave that top on as you ate me, and as I lay back on the bed, you watched me play with my tits like I knew you loved. Sheer material bunched between my fingers as I pulled at my nipples and felt that exquisite sharpness. A pleasure-and-pain sensation that pushed down to meet the sweeter tingling as you sucked my clit. The gentle ache in my groin slowly spread out to swirl through me as I came for you. Then you were kneeling astride me, and your cock was rock hard as it slipped across my lips and tongue. I sucked in while I stroked you, feeling you finger my wet cunt, my hips thrusting with the rhythm of my orgasm as it faded.

  I had one long string of precum stretching from my lips to your beautifully cut cock-head as I whispered for you to fuck me. You slid down along my body to get into position, feeling my nipples rake your belly and your chest. You lifted my legs to thrust inside me with no warning or preparation. Trusting my wetness to take you. Looking for that shock of pleasure when you entered me. Since the very first time we made love, all the sensation in me seemed to push into you like your cock might be some kind of conduit of feeling. All our emotions, all our nerves commingled as we touched. Your hardness buried deep inside me, punching my g-spot as you banged me furiously and I came for you again, my nails raking your back as I cried out your name.

  You shot inside me too quickly, your normal ability to go for hours overcome by a long day of expectation, and by what felt like a longer night of watching my tits on display without being able to touch. You collapsed against me as you held me close, my cunt sopping with two orgasms and your cum dripping out of me in a slow stream.

  As we necked for a long while, I felt you grow hard again. Lifting me gently, you moved behind me, letting me drop to hands and knees as you pushed in from the back. My cunt was still dripping the load you’d given me, my clit thrusting up, impossibly erect. I felt your balls caress that hardness as you pushed in to the hilt and spread my cheeks. Gently, you fingered my ass as you drove into my pussy, alternating how deep you took me in the increasing rhythm that gets me off so easily. Slow to start, then faster. You would tease me with the head of your cock for a half-dozen strokes before stuffing your full length into me. I felt you touch bottom inside me, so deep as I clutched the bed and felt the wave of another orgasm build up and pound through me in time with the beating of my heart.

  For most of that endless night, we made love like it was the first time. You ate me again, tasting your own cum as starlight played out across the firmness of my body. With your tongue, you traced a line across both my nipples, then pushed down slowly across my belly to the wet tangle of my pubic hair. You opened me up again as I moaned, and then we sixty-nined for a while. But I whispered that I needed your cock again.

  I turned myself around on top of you, your erection arcing up as I lowered myself onto you. My clit was so hard that it almost hurt, but the fading feeling of the wave of orgasms I’d had was holding me at that perfect point of bliss. Then I heard the desire sharp in your voice as you begged me to suck you again, and I took your cock in my mouth, still slick with my wetness and your semen. That incredible mingling of flavors that our sex made.

  Through long minutes of fellating your hardness, I listened to your frenzied moaning, your whispered voice telling me how good I was. When I felt you getting close, I broke off, looking up into your eyes as I lay back and spread myself. Even as we
t as I was, your cum still dripping from me onto the towels we’d spread across the bed, I felt you open me up, your cock as thick as I’d ever seen it, as hard as you’d been all night.

  You took me that last time in long strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. Every one of your eight inches was buried deep inside me as your balls slapped my ass and I wrapped my legs around you.

  Your tongue in my mouth and on my neck tasted my saliva and my sweat, and as you started to tense up, you whispered for me to come with you. And when I said I wasn’t sure that I had one more in me, you rose to pull my legs up against your chest. My body arched up to meet your rock-hard prick as you plunged into me, working my clit with one hand. You felt the shock trace through me as you fucked me hard and deep, and I felt another impossible orgasm well up from the space inside me. A place that I’d told you once that only your cock could touch.

  You dropped to bite my neck, muffling your scream as you came inside me a second time. And as you lowered yourself, shaking with the fading tremors that I could feel where your throbbing cock was still rammed deep inside me, you kissed me gently and I passed you back the taste that the both of us made.

  When you rolled over with me on top of you, you asked me to stay there, feeling your cock soften inside me for what seemed like forever. We spent the night in each other’s arms that way, falling asleep to the gentle sound of the Mediterranean waves below the window.

  It wasn’t until the next morning that I discovered the hole in the wall…

  BEYOND THE WALL

  I WOKE THE NEXT MORNING to the sun bright at the windows and your fingers inside me. I was still sleepy, feeling that wonderful sense of my sexuality waking with me; circling around and drawing close as I groped through the sheets to find your hard-on. Your erection was like steel as you entered me, and it was fast and perfect that morning as it sometimes was. I’d only just come for the second time when you pulled out, spraying your load across my belly and my tits as you collapsed beside me and pulled me tight into your arms.

  You were gone when I woke again, your cum dried to a sticky shell on my skin. I found a note on the bedside table. You’d gone for a walk while I slept, leaving a smiling P.S. that said you had a feeling I could use the rest.

  After I’d showered away the scent and the sweat of the morning and the night before, I slipped through the suite in search of my clothes where you’d stripped them off me. Smiling at the memory of your eagerness. But as I bent down to retrieve the sheer black top that had started it all, something caught my eye.

  A gorgeous Georgian desk in dark cherry sat in the middle of wall across from the bed. There at the top of the knee-space, just visible beyond the chair, was a faint glimmer. Kneeling down, I had to squint to realize that it was the gleam of sunlight. A wide-slatted vent had been set in the wall, but where it presumably should have opened to a barrier of some sort, the duct was open to reveal another identical vent opposite — opening up to the suite beyond our own. A dim shaft of light had made it through from the other side, the room beyond bright where the blinds had been pulled back from the windows.

  As I tried to appraise the weight of the desk, wondering if I could move it on my own to cover the opening, the light beyond was eclipsed. In the vague distance, I could see the blinds pulled. In shadow, people were moving, and even as I started to pull away, self-conscious suddenly at my unintended observation, I made out the familiar shape of a couple embracing in the center of the room.

  No faces seen. No details in the shadows. Their hands moved across each other, towels wrapping them like they’d just come from the shower together. And as I watched, her towel slipped away and the smooth expanse of her back and her ass turned past me as he slowly lowered himself to the floor.

  He spread her standing legs where they framed him. And then I felt a shock of recognition at seeing a face from the dining room the night before. It was one half of the couple we’d seen groping each other at the corner table: the guy who had checked out my breasts from across the room. His hands were stroking her thighs now, her face unseen above him, even as I assumed she must be the woman he’d been fondling as he stared at me over dinner. But then I realized with a trace of guilt that I’d been watching him watching me the whole time, and I couldn’t remember her face now.

  As his hands reached up to rub her ass, I saw the sculpted lines of his biceps flex. His face was lost as he pushed his mouth up against her crotch, but his movement there was translated into a slowly building rhythm in her hips. Her hands stroked his head as he ate her, faint moans swallowed by the wall between us. Her body and his were like fragments of a larger whole, obscured by the awkwardness of the view even as I found myself crouching down lower.

  I pushed breathlessly forward, shifting into better position to see. The towel I’d wrapped around myself slipped to the floor beneath me as I lined up both vents for the optimal view.

  Across from me, she had turned to place one foot on a chair as he thrust his face against her unseen pussy. I could make out one of his hands slipping between small, perfect breasts as the other slid up behind her, working her ass as she ground against him. Then they shifted positions and I was overcome with the urge to pull back and away. But I was frozen where I crouched. Caught up in an unfamiliar feeling of voyeurism.

  I watched as they crossed my field of view, and he was on the bed suddenly. Directly across from me, he sat as she knelt in front of him and pulled his towel free; obscuring what was hidden there. But I saw the familiar movements of hand and head, and I could see the tremor thread through him as his eyes closed and he bucked up against her, his unseen cock in her mouth as he pulled her head down.

  Between my legs, I felt a familiar tingling. My fingers were tracing across my clit almost before I realized it. I was hard again like the night before wasn’t already eight hours away, and I felt the gentle thread of pleasure pulse from my hand as it worked gently against my spreading wetness. Realizing with a sense of slight absurdity that I was getting off even though I couldn’t technically see anything of the action in front of me, only his chest and legs visible beyond the screen of her back.

  And then she rose slowly off him, and as she stood, his cock bobbed up free of her mouth and hands. I felt my heart skip a beat as I stared.

  For so many years now, I’d had you, and your long, fat cock that I always said was the most perfect fit for me. In a space of distant memory, I had the recollection of the only guy I’d ever done who was bigger than you — a one-night stand with a horse-hung grad student in my college dorm room. Something I probably would have forgotten by now if it weren’t for you asking me to share the story over and over. Making me remember.

  Lying together, I would stroke your cock as I told you the tales of all the men I’d had before you. Feeling how much it turned you on as I remembered my first sight of that massive member, and how I’d laughingly tied a hair ribbon around his erection to show him how deep he was allowed to go.

  I always laughed at how much my sexual past turned you on, even after so many years together. You loved all my stories of all the men who had tasted me before you. But at the same time, I loved how hard you got when I whispered those stories to you. Telling you about that cock that was too big for me to get my mouth around, and how it felt when he opened me up for the first time.

  But even in the memory of that massive dick, and in the porn we watched together and the impressive members of the hardcore pros, I’d never seen anything like this before.

  As the man who had appraised my tits less than twelve hours before leaned back, the head of his erection stretched past his navel. His cock was impossibly long, curving out and away from him as it rose from a dark thatch of pubic hair, heavy balls hanging below. Casually, he stroked himself, his uncircumcised head reaching halfway between navel and nipples, small and dark with a gleam of gold visible where a single ring was pierced.

  His chest and arms were bare and well tanned, muscles rock hard as he position
ed himself to let the woman slip to the bed beside him. She wrapped both hands around him, stroking gently. His cock pulsed in time with her movements as she gently kissed his uncut head, her mouth opening wide to admit him again. Slowly, slowly, she fed in the unbelievable length of his dick, and I tried to estimate how many inches had passed between her lips and how many were left where her hands stroked slowly.

  Though the length and girth of your big dick had turned me on from the moment I first saw it, I’d never been much of a size queen. But my head was spinning now at the sight of this incredible cock in the shadows of the suite next door. Overwhelmed by the vision of him and the feeling of my clit rock hard beneath my furious fingers.

  And as I worked myself back into the same wetness that I’d just showered out of, I watched her pull her mouth off his incredible organ, pumping him fast suddenly as she leaned up to kiss him on the mouth. And I wondered for a moment if she was just going to jack him off, the thought of her taking that unbelievable hard-on into the space between those narrow hips almost too much to think about.

  But almost as if she heard my thoughts, she rose suddenly. And as he lay back on the bed, I saw his massive cock rise up like a pillar of rock-hard flesh. I felt the wetness spread between my legs, my hips grinding silently as I slipped a finger inside myself. Then two, then three, the pressure building as I thrust deep.

  As he stroked himself with one hand, she spread herself as she pushed down. Like I hadn’t noticed when he’d eaten her, I could see now that she was totally shaved except for a broad triangular thatch of jet-black pubic hair at the head of her mound of Venus. She had both hands at her labia, pulling herself open for him. And slowly, his massive member sunk into her, pushing steadily. Her shaved slit seemed to quiver as it embraced and swallowed him.