Satisfaction Shores

>You sat in the chair, and looked out onto the horizon as you sipped on your soda.
>The calm ocean breeze, the waves gentle roar against the shore, and the warm sun mixed to make a wonderful beach scene. You gazed over to your right, and caught a glimpse of your partner on this little trip.
>Sat in another beach chair, Natsuki caught some rays as she read the latest volume of Crazed through her stylish shades.
>With her body glistening in the sun, covered up only by a tight black bikini and a red Hawaiian shirt over top, you couldn't help but stare.
>Such a beautiful body. You were lost, imagining the things you'd do to her if you were home right now. How you could pick her up and take her anywhere in the house. How your kisses could trace down from her slender neck, over her delicious bust, and down to her tight, wet...
>"Hey, babe. Enjoying the view?" Your vision snaps up to Natsuki's face, giving you the smuggest of looks.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Haha, there was a cool boat a second ago, with this neat, white sail with some sort of blue pirate logo on it." Smooth.
>"Uhuh. Do you always pitch a tent when you see a 'cool boat'?" Your focus now back on reality, you felt your loins pressing against fabric.
>Once again, you were betrayed by your floral swimtrunks. Bastards.
"Shit, looks like I'm caught red-handed. But can you blame me?"
>"Heh, I guess not. I'm just sooo hot." She said in a teasing tone, rolling her eyes behind her shades. "Speaking of which, would you mind going and grabbing us some ice cream?"
"Sure. Toss me my wallet from the bag." After you said this, she reached down and grabbed the drawstring backpack that you had been using as a beach bag, and opened it.
>Swapping her manga with your wallet, she stood up and slung the backpack over her shoulder.
>"I'm gonna go find us a couple trees and make a hammock while you do that, okay? Think I saw some that way." She pointed down the beach behind her.
"Sure. Wait, since when do you know how to do that?" Confusion sat on your face.
>"Well, I don't, but I've got a phone. And how hard can it be? It's tying a sheet to a couple of trees, not flying a fighter jet. What's to understand about swish swish pull?" She sounded out, mimicking tying a knot.
"Fair enough, I guess. What flavor did you want?"
>"Hmm... maybe black sesame, or if they don't have that, orange and vanilla swirl."
"Ooh, that sounds good. Alright, I'll see ya in a bit!" You turned to leave.
>"Alright. Wait, actually!" Turning back, you see the small Doki has made her way up to you, and standing on her tiptoes, she plants a kiss on your lips. "Love ya!"
"Heh, love you too, sweetie." You smile at the display of affection, and turn back to begin your trek to the ice cream stand on the boardwalk.

>Returning to the beach with your icy treats, you scouted down the coastline for any sign of your girlfriend.
>A dark grey icecream in one hand and an orange and white in the other, you focused. In the distance, past some perfectly fine trees, you saw what could potentially be someone in a hammock.
>Taking the long walk down the warm shoreline, you come upon Natsuki, reclining in the hammock with her arms behind her head and feet in the air.
"Hey! Why'd you come all the way down here?" You asked, grabbing her attention.
>"Huh?" She looks over to you and takes her sunglasses off, giving you a one-eyed, smug stare. Setting them off to the side and into the bag, she continued. "I just wanted to get a nice spot, away from all the noise. Ya know?"
"Yeah, alright, but the walk made our ice cream melt a bit. Hope ya don't mind." You extended the grey cone towards her, and she sat up to reach for it.
>"Thanks! And don't worry about that." She took your hand with one of her own, grabbed the ice cream with the other, and leaned down. Setting to work, she licked the melted black sesame ice cream off your hand.
>You shuddered at the feeling of her warm, wet tongue gliding over your fingertips, and as she sucked the last droplets of ice cream from your fingers, you could feel yourself tightening.
"Oh, I, uh, think I see why you wanted to come down here." You managed to stutter out.
>Finishing her work, she retreated with a satisfactory 'pop,' her cheeks now flushed. "Nice observation, Sherlock. You gettin' in the hammock or what?"
>Wasting no time at all, you handed her your own cone and clambered inside the outstretched sheet. Taking back your frozen treat, you began to make your move, wrapping your free arm around her and kissing her neck sensually.
>You were met with her free hand pushing you away, and looking up to meet her eyes she stared at you with yet another smug look.
>"I know you're excited, but we're not wasting this ice cream. Finish it and then you'll get another treat, dummy." She said in a silly tone, giving you the bedroom eyes.
>You agreed, and rocking back and forth in the breeze you made attempts at small talk which were laced with lust filled glances at each others bodies.
>You finished your cone first, eager to continue the evening. She wasn't far behind, and tipped her cone upwards to get the last few drops of ice cream.
>As she did this, you noticed a small dollop spill out of the cone. It almost happened in slow motion; the glistening of the sun on that frozen goodness as it fell, down and down, landing smack dab in the middle of your girlfriend's chest.
>Her... bare chest. The bikini top that had once covered it was now gone, leaving only the shirt to cover her more sensitive bits.
>As you stared, you heard a singsong voice.
>"Oh no, it looks like I spilled some ice cream, whatever shall I do? If only there was someo-"
>You didn't wait for your cue to finish. You put yourself to work, lapping up the nutty-flavored dessert off of her chest. The small ridges of her cleavage felt like heaven on your tongue, and according to how she was cooing, felt pretty good to Natsuki, too.
>Her sternum spick-and-span, you felt a hand press against the side of your head. Looking up, Natsuki looked down at you, lust in her eyes and her lip bitten. She nudged her head over to the side opposite of her hand, and you took the hint as she lifted her shirt on that side.
>Moving over, you hungrily took her pert nipple into your mouth, sucking and circling her areola with your tongue. Meanwhile, you moved a hand down, fingers sliding underneath her bottoms and over her inviting womanhood.
>She held her shirt over your head, holding you down as you felt her stifling moans. You responded by pressing your fingers inward, entering her body and causing her breathing to sharpen. Her inner caverns tightened to your touch, and you enjoyed pleasuring her as much as she enjoyed receiving the pleasure.
>Pushing forward and feeling her squirm over the next few minutes, you felt her body spasm as she finally relented to herself.
>"Fuuckk!" The curse escaped her lips semi-loudly as she reached her climax, her back arching and pushing you upwards as you continued your unrelenting assault, helping her ride it out to its full potential before she fell back, looking down to you with a satisfied look on her face.
>Retrieving your hand and bringing it up to your mouth, you licked her love off of your fingers before laying back beside her.
"You're lucky you chose this spot, any closer and we totally would've gotten caught there." You said, firing back at her previous smug acts with one of your own.
>"Heh, I knew what I was doing. Wasn't even that loud. But it isn't like we're out of the woods yet. Still gotta take care of one more thing." With that, her dainty little hand grasped your stiff cock through your trunks, rubbing it through the fabric.
>Already kickstarted with anticipation, you brought your hand to her own and shoved hers inside your shorts.
>She looked at you with surprise as she grabbed your shaft, slick with precum. "Holy shit, Anon. Did you bust already?"
"What? No, I'm... I guess I just got really excited, heh."
>"I'd say." She giggled a bit to herself as she began jerking you off. "Might have to do this more often!"
>Slowly, rhythmically, her deft hand slid up and down as she kissed your neck. Soon enough, she switched to more rapid strokes, and then alternated between the two.
>The ocean breeze, the sound of the waves, and the sensations of your lover's touch in this hammock took your mind on a journey, sending shivering shocks up and down your body.
>The hairs stood up on your neck as she spoke once more.
>"Would you like that, babe? Coming out here and blowing each others minds on the beach more?" She whispered into your ear.
"Oh, yes..." You meekly responded, pleasure overtaking you.
>"Yeah? You're pretty close, aren't you?" Her free hand brought your head to face hers, and you gazed in her eyes as she smirked.
"Y-yeah..." You held on.
>"Thought so. Come here." Her beatings became rapid, and she forced her tongue into your mouth.
>Together, you explored each others mouths as her five knuckle shuffle increased in intensity.
>You moaned hard into her mouth as your peak was reached, and with a final thrust you flooded your trunks in spunk, covering her hand as well.
>Her moans matched yours, getting off on your pleasure, and she slowly retrieved her hand from the jizz prison that was your shorts as she laid back.
>Bringing the hand up to her face, she looked in your eyes as she lapped up your cum with her tongue. Swallowing, she sat up smiling before retrieving a towel from the bag, and cleaning the remaining baby batter from her hand. Balling up the towel, she returned it to the bag and reclined to your embrace.
>Sighing, she cuddled up next to you.
>"You know, next time we'll have to come out here at night. I bet the moon looks nice on the sand, and there'll be even less people around." She smiled that bright smile of hers as her finger traced your chest.
"Yeah, that sounds nice. How about later tonight?" You jokingly suggested, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close.
>"Jesus fuck, Anon." She laughed, before considering. "Actually, yeah, that sounds great. Now go swim around for a bit, ya big lug. Wash the fucking cum out or something."
>She laughed as you did exactly that. The sticky mess was a bit uncomfortable, and the less chance you had of your head sticking to the netting of your trunks, the better.