Beach Love

She lay quietly on the deserted beach listening to the waves gently lapping at the shore while the sun beat down on her firm young naked body. She had been saving for this vacation for two years now, and finally here she was on a beach in Brazil enjoying the fruits of her labors! She had been here now for two days and not a single solitary sole had invaded this part of the beach, so when she felt the sun disappearing and a shaddow roll over her, she only thought that it was a passing cloud, but much to her surprise she was snapped to reality when she realized that a naked young man was standing next to her staring at her sun tanned body...

"What do you want," Angie asked nervously while casually glancing around to see if there was anyone else around in case she needed help!?! "Oh nothing," he replied in surprisingly good English, "you are American, no!?!" "Yes I am," she replied a little more easily, "I'm from Glendale, California, are you from around here!?!" "In the village on the other side of the mountain," he replied with a grin that showed his perfect pearly whites to their best advantage, "I have some wine and bread in my bag, would you like to share some with me!?!" "Oh, I couldn't," she replied!!! "Why," he asked while plopping down beside her, "you don't like wine and bread!?!" "Well it's not that," she replied a little nervously, "it's just that I don't really know you, that's all!" "And if I leave, we'll never get to know one another," he replied with that bright electrifying smile, "please, join me!" Angie had completely forgotten about her nakedness, and when the young man who introduced himself, a Raul, handed her a glass and a piece of crusty dark bread, she sat up and began eating.

They sat there for more than an hour telling each other stories about themselves and their countries, and as the sun slipped into the blue Atlantic creating a picture post card setting that no card maker could ever duplicate, Raul leaned over and as casually as if he were shaking her hand, kissed her softly on the mouth while allowing his hand to gently caress her firm bosom! "You are a very beautiful woman, Angie," he whispered softly after their kiss was broken, "do you know what we're going to do now?!" With her mind was still buzzing from the most erotic kiss she had ever had, it was all she could do to stammer, "N-no, what are you going to do next?!" "Have you ever made love in such a perfect setting?" he whispered into her ear while softly nibbling on her lobe. "No," she gasped, "never!!!" "Good," he whispered, "because it will be my honor to be the first," as he gently pushed her back before rolling easily on top of her. "We aren't going to have sex," he said while kissing her all over her face with tiny little wet pecks. "We're not," Angie asked almost desperately! "No, Angie," he replied between kisses, "we are going to make love, there is a big difference in Brazil, is it not so in America?!" As his hardness slid easily into her pussy, she locked her legs around his back and replied hoarsely, "It is also true in America..."