A few years ago, I went to Hawaii for my friend, Maria’s* wedding—and not just because I’d always had a crush on her boy bestie, Derek*, and hoped he would be there. That said, I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t thinking about it as I popped my RSVP in the mail…and again a few months later as I packed my bag, cradling my wedding guest dress between my fingers and envisioning him taking it off of me. I closed my eyes and imagined Derek lifting up the long, breezy skirt, going down on me as the sun set beyond the shore, my toes buried in the sand and his face buried in my pussy.
I’m now convinced that I’m psychic, because—major spoilers ahead—that is almost exactly what happened.
Derek was a short king—funny and charming, with the face of Matt Damon. He had olive-green eyes, freckles, tousled brown hair, and perfectly straight white teeth. He was a few years older than me, which I also found very sexy. He and I had always had a vibe when we’d hang, but we never connected on a deep level. This trip was my chance. I mean, what are weddings if not the ultimate place to find love (or something like it)? Drinks are flowing, the vibes are good, and people’s eyes and hearts are open and looking for romance. And my eyes were set on Derek.
The wedding day was beautiful. Maria looked gorgeous as she walked down the aisle, which was less of an aisle and more of a perfectly landscaped pathway tucked under a canopy of eucalyptus and mango trees. It was the epitome of a Hawaii wedding—chill vibes, mai tais, and leis around every neck. (Insert obvious lei/“laid” joke here.) Everyone was relaxed and happy to be there, decked out in white linen and upscale Hawaiian shirts.
As fate would have it, Derek and I were seated at the same table—in fact, our seats were right next to each other. I could not have planned it better myself. Our conversation flowed as easily as our drinks while Derek and I caught up, and I kept feeling like he was laughing a little harder than usual at my jokes. Does he feel the vibe too? I wondered. When the dance floor opened up, my suspicions were confirmed.
He leaned over in his chair and whispered in my ear, “Do you want to dance?” Duh. He grabbed my hand and led me to the floor. Not only was he cute and funny, but this man had some moves…ones that left me wondering what else his body could do.
I pulled in close to him, my lips barely grazing his ear. “Do you wanna go for a walk to the beach?” The sun was just starting to go down—a perfect excuse for us to find some privacy under the guise of catching the sunset. Derek met my gaze with a knowing smile. He understood exactly what I was asking. “I would love to.”
We quietly whisked ourselves away from the reception and down the short path to the beach. The waves got louder with each step, and so did the pounding in my chest.
Derek grabbed my hand. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “Can I be honest?”
I beamed and nodded.
“I asked Maria to seat us next to each other.”
Oh, this deal was done.
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To be clear, he asked us to….
We arrived at the ocean and dug our toes in the sand, the waves tickling our feet. With one glance and no hesitation, he put his hands on my cheeks and pulled me in for a kiss. I gently fell to my knees as he followed suit, our lips never breaking contact. He laid me down on the sand, placing his body over mine as he kissed my lips. We’d found a secluded spot between the dunes, perfectly constructed mounds of sand that seemed practically built to disguise public sex. There was no one around, but we still knew we had to be quick.
With his tongue teasing mine, Derek slid my silk dress up my thigh, reveling in the discovery that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He immediately felt my wet pussy dripping in excitement for him. With no towel underneath us, I could feel the sand getting into every nook and cranny of my hair and body—but for once in my life, I didn’t mind.
I quickly undid his belt and slid my hand under his trousers. He was erect and ready. I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft, feeling it pulsing against my fingers. Together, we pushed his pants and underwear off his ankles as the sun slowly sank into the horizon.
As the waves crashed in the distance, Derek crashed into me, his cock pounding deep into my pussy as the breeze kissed my skin. Sprawled out on the beach with my dress still on, my legs open wide, and my feet buried in the sand, I was his for the taking. I could feel every throbbing vein of his dick as it slid in and out of me. My bare ass pressed against this Hawaiian beach, I was truly in paradise. Not even the sand getting all up in my hair and ass crack could ruin this bliss. It may have been the mai tais talking, but I was in love. (Dear reader: In retrospect, it was, in fact, the mai tais talking.)
Pumping into me, Derek kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear lobe as I moaned softly, biting my lip so as not to disrupt the wedding reception just yards away. We were in such a romantic trance that we found ourselves humping along with the rhythm of the waves. His lips were soft against my skin, his tongue gliding up and down my clavicle as his cock went in and out of my pussy until, digging my hands and fingers into the sand as if gripping onto sandy bedsheets, we came together quickly, quietly, and hard.
He helped me up, kissed me passionately, then led me back to the wedding where we danced all night long surrounded by friends, strangers, a bunch of random relatives of the bride and groom, and no one any the wiser of our secret sandy rendezvous.
*Name has been changed.
