Time to be getting back

I had been coming to this hill side for almost a year now to enjoy the view of the sunset over the top of the rough surf. I had found it calming, soothing, quiet, almost hypnotic at times.

Due to the chaotic nature of life I rarely made it to my little hill before the sun was but a few inches of the horizon. But today was different, today the urge to get out there was so over whelming...

It did not take long  for me to realize the beach was not empty today.  After I had sat down to enjoy the view of the setting sun, out of the corner of my eye there she was riding bareback in the surf atop a dark chestnut, golden maned Arabian.

Her pace was slow and lethargic, she was so lost in watching the surf that I was sure she had not seen me come over the crest to take my spot in the brush. She was a sight to behold her hair pulled back in a tight pony tail that ran down her back swishing side to side peaking out from around her hips to the sway of her mount. A head band holding the beads of sweat sparkling  in the reflection of the setting sun. Her blouse with the top couple of buttons open clung to her breasts from the sea spray and sweat created by her Arabs run across the tide pools.

My inspection ended there for the next thing I realized she was directly below me and whether it was her planned destination or what, she was suddenly off her mount and the Arab was running at full speed away like he had just been spooked.She was just standing there before me, her back to me facing the setting sun its warm rays of sunlight

I almost broke out in laughter as I saw her looking after her horse in complete disbelief that he had take off like that. I can only assumed that she was  not too worried about the horse as that the banks were high and there was only a quarter mile or so a beach left before he would run out of room to run before coming up to the rocky cliffs that jutted out into the sea.

My inspection of her continued, her jeans fit her well forming to the curve of the firm ass that had been sitting bareback for way to long, for as she went to take a step she wavered slightly. She took in her surroundings and slowly made her way over to a old growth log that was more buried in the shifting sands then exposed. I had never really noticed the fresh water cutlet before that ran between my spot on the hill and just a few feet from the  log before, but she most defiantly noticed.

She closed her eyes and stretched her neck in every direction giving me the perfect view of the angles of her jaw. It was not set in frustration or anger or even joy, but in relaxation and contentment. As she crossed the cutlet of fresh water I realized she was barefoot as she moaned at the comfort of the sun warmed water sitting there.With great surprise she looked over her shoulder in the direction she had come and seen the beach was empty and pulled her blouse over her head in one smooth motion. Tossing in casually into the water at her feet. Her breasts were far from white thou a shade or two lighter then her tanned arms the contrast alone started a raising in my loins.

Bending at the waist legs slightly separated  facing away from me she reached down to ring out her blouse in the fresh water, the view of her firm ass brought quickly more discomfort. Ahhh to see it bare was a thought that came so close to becoming vocal. Watching her raise her upper body so her back was near paralleled to the beach quickly sent ravenous thoughts threw my brain, but yet I was more or less frozen with the exception of my hand rubbing my quickly swelling dick with in my jeans.

Watching her rotate her shoulders to work the kinks out of her back after riding resulted in my slipping my belt off and hand into my jeans. After stretching she finished rinsing her blouse and walk over to the log to stretch it out so it would dry a little in the setting sun.

I could not have thought it any faster then she did it but she had quickly dropped her jeans and stepped out of them... oh my she was as bare as could be, naked completely except for her head band. She shock her jeans out and laid them flat upon the sand, occasional glancing in the direction of her wayward horse who was still playing down the beach. The sun caught her face and the smile upon it in such a way I quickly decided she had to be the most beautiful woman in the world in that very moment. Once more she was fully up right and walking directly towards me with a grin I can only describe as vibrantly sexual.

Stepping into the warm fresh water put a look of mild ecstasy across her face, a look that had a hunger growing quickly inside of me as I was loosing the top button and lowering the zipper of my jeans.
She walked and kicked the water until finding a spot a little deep in the water. Finding it in a spot where I had no obstructions of view was too much to ask for but it happened, as I watched her sit down and slowly lay back in the water.

Laying on her back in the water head away from me I could see her body as perfectly as if she was laying directly below me in my bed. She was nearly submerged her aroused breasts sticking up and her nipples erecting with each pass of her left hand as she brought the fresh water over the top of them. Her right hand I nearly missed entirely as I was so engrossed in her left at her bountiful breasts. She had spread her legs slightly and was massaging her well trimmed pubic hair with her right hand, with that sight I could resist no more. I quietly eased my boots and jeans off and was sitting there stroking my swollen dick in my hand, eyes transfixed on her as I watched her fingers intently.

So intently had I been watching her fingers I had not realized she had shifted her body to the firmly packed wet bank and was mostly out of the water nor that she was gently moaning in delight, but the sound of a load moan from her was enough to bring forth the right amount of pre-cum to lube the slowly increasing temp of my hand.

I watched as she slowly the tempo of her own hands motions over her clit, I could see the swelling of her pussies lips as she became wetter and wetter from the flow of her own sweet nectar. She must of know I was starting to crave the of taste her nectar upon my tongue for as I thought it she was reaching down with her left hand and slowing sliding her finger into her slick honey dripping hole.
I moaned as she moaned and was sure she had heard me from above her, but yet she continued to slide her finger slowly in and out as her right hand rubbed her clit. She arched her back off the sand and with drew her finger quickly sticking it between her lips, watching her suck her sweet nectar was enough to make my body quiver in anticipation of my own release.

Her hips began rolling above the sand as she increased the tempo of her right hand stroking, her chest heaving for the heavens with each increasing breath. The left had once more teasing the swollen lips of her honey dripping pussy as she teased her entry with her finger. Her entire body began to pouring out beads of sweat, I realized I too was sweating uncontrollably as the intensity build within me.

I believe we both exploded with release about the same time but I'm sure she was a split second ahead of me for she had dipped her finger deep within her honey pot as her body quivered uncontrollably as I began pumping my seed upon the hill side and our moans and mutual collapses.

She lay there with a look of pure pleasure and ecstasy, sucking on her honey soaked finger for a few minutes, it felt like hours. It was at that instant that I realized that sun had crossed the horizon just as we had exploded with release together, yet so far apart. My naked bareback rider must of realized it as well for she looked at the horizon with a small look of disappointment before sinking back into the water for a brief moment.

Her Arab had returned and was on the other side of the log looking back down the beach. She too looked and sighed and a look of burden came back over her as she pulled her pants back on and slipped the blouse back over her head.

She looked around one last time and I thought for just a split second that she had spotted me laying there naked, dick in hand slowly stroking still watching her graceful movements as she remounted. With a sag of her shoulders I finally heard her voice say "Time to be getting back".

The start of an Idea...

I have to admit I have wanted to do some creative writing for some time.
It wasn't until very recently did a friend of mine shared how they are using blogging as there outlet for frustration, fantasies, and old fashion venting of both the good, bad  and indifference's in there life..
Well after reading theres I've decided... Why not try it myself...
I hope those who come to read this blog in the future enjoy
D.Drake 10-28-10