In the few short weeks I've been here, I've discovered that there is no relief from the heat in July in Florida, not even at night. I press my cold Corona to my chest and a bead of sweat drips from the bottle and rolls down my breast under my bikini top. I look up at the fans hanging from the rafters underneath the thatch roof and they're spinning so fast they're wobbling as if they're just one weak screw from falling. Despite their efforts, the air in this hut they call a bar is still stagnant. I ask the bartender for another beer then return to my table of newly acquired friends who were kind enough to invite me to a party for someone I've never met. I felt odd accepting the invitation, but they all insisted, saying it would be a good chance for me to meet more new people. I take my seat next to Nick who I'm pretty sure has been flirting with me all evening, but he could just be a really friendly guy. I don't know him well enough to make that call.

"My god, is it always this hot?" I holler over the steel drums.

"Pretty much," Nick says. "You'll get used to it."

Wearing nothing but my bikini and pair of daisy dukes, I'm one hundred percent certain I'll never get used to this heat. "Yeah, right," I laugh.

"It's actually cooler down by the water if you want to go for a walk," he says.

I look toward the gulf and see the faint reflection of the moon. It seems a football field of sand separates the shoreline from the bar. I'm squinting, trying to see the surf.

"It's really not that far," Nick says.

"It's pretty dark, though," I say looking up at the half moon, partially covered by clouds.

"We have our phones," he says standing and grabbing me by the wrist. "C'mon," he tugs at my arm, "it's nice down there."

I take a swig of my beer and reluctantly stand. "Okay, but there better not be sharks," I say as I pick up my beach bag and place it on my chair. After quickly asking Janie to keep an eye on it for me, Nick pulls me out onto the sand. Surprisingly it's cool beneath my feet. "Oh my god, this feels amazing," I say as I shuffle my feet through the powdery white sand.

"I told you it was nice," he says.

"It's better than nice. I want to roll my whole body in it."

"Whatever floats your boat," he laughs as his long strides propel him in front of me.

The clouds have parted and I can see more of him. The moonlight is flattering, casting shadows that show off the definition of his shoulders and triceps, not that I didn't notice his physique back at the bar.

"C'mon," he turns to face me, now walking backwards. His chest is just as nice as his backside and now I'm wondering what it would be like to lay on top of him and snuggle my face against his smooth pecs.

He races toward me and with one swipe of his right arm, lifts me so that my body is hanging by his waist. "Slow poke," he says laughing.

"Hey, put me down," I'm giggling uncontrollably as I pinch his side and kick my feet. He reaches his left arm under me and grabs ahold of my hip and with and one quick motion hoists me up so that my legs are straddling his waist. "Oh!" I cry out with amazement at both his strength and what I can only assume is his dick poking my rear.

Holding me, he runs toward the water. My arms are wrapped around his neck holding on for dear life. If he trips I'm dead meat. A pancake on the sand. He's gotta be two hundred pounds of pure muscle. And I'm a mere one-twenty soaking wet.

"No, no, no," I'm begging as he runs into the gulf, water splashing my hanging legs.

"It's okay," he reassures, "I'll keep you safe," he says gently releasing me from his grip. I slide down his body and land in six inches of what feels like very warm bath water.

"Wanna go in?" he asks, grabbing my hand and gently pulling me forward.

"Hell, no," I tug my hand from his and carefully wade myself out of the water and back onto the dry sand.

"What are you so afraid of?" he asks.

"I grew up in the northeast. People don't swim at night there."

He laughs and says, "Believe me, Jaws isn't going to happen here."

"I don't care," I say crossing my arms over my chest. "Besides, the water is too hot. I'd rather be in the sand." And with that I shimmy out of my shorts and sit so that my almost bare ass can feel the cool sand. I start scooping the sand over my legs as he stands in the shallow water watching me.

"It's so quiet out here," I say looking up and down the beach. We're the only ones out here as far as I can see.

"Yeah this isn't a real touristy area. It's mostly locals that hang out at the bar. If you got some weird looks it's because you're a new face."

I shrug, "The only person I noticed watching me was you." I lean back and prop myself up with my elbows, my eyes never leaving his.

"You can't really blame me, can you?" he asks, shuffling through the water toward me.

"Well I don't know about that," I say.

"C'mon," he says taking a seat next to me so that our shoulders are just grazing each other, "You were the hottest girl in there."

"Yeah, right," I laugh.

He reaches his hand over and runs his index finger down my outer thigh. My stomach does a little flip so I don't stop him. I throw my head back and look up at the star-sprinkled sky. "God, it's beautiful out here," I say as he caresses my leg with the full palm of his hand. I don't know where he's going with this or where he plans to touch me next, but I'm not about to stop him. I've been in a six month drought and I need to feel the weight of a man on me.

"And you make it even more beautiful," he says, leaning over and softly kissing my neck.

"What a line," I chuckle before turning toward him and kissing his lips. He pulls me toward him and plays with the strings of my bikini. I've never been topless on a beach before but I wouldn't mind if he undressed me. Our tongues are swirling in each others mouths and I graze his perfectly straight teeth. He pulls back and lightly bites my bottom lip, his fingers still wrapped up in my bikini. "You can take it off if you want," I whisper into his mouth. I feel him tug on one of the strings and then the weight of my tits as they fall out of my top. He gently slips it over my head before giving my body a nice long look.

"Your body is amazing," he says lightly grazing the back of his hand down my neck, past my breast, over my waist, before grabbing my hip with his enormous hand.

"What do you want to do with me?" I whisper.

"Whatever you'll let me." He says, reaching up and squeezing my tit.

"Take off my bottoms," I command, "and kiss me down there."

He pushes himself onto his knees and faces me, slipping his fingers under both sides of my swimsuit. He carefully slips it down my legs and over my feet. He sits up on his knees and studies me.

"What?" I ask, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Nothing, you're just so damn fine. I'm just taking it all in."

"Well, I think it's only fair that you lose your shorts," I lift me leg and curl my toes around his waistband.

"Whatever you want," he says, pulling his swim trunks down to his knees then kicking them off behind him. His dick is at attention and his smooth tip shines in the moonlight.

"You're a big boy, aren't you," I say slyly, complimenting him on his size.

Without saying a word, he spreads my legs, leans down and softly kisses my bare skin, sucking my labia ever so slightly. I moan and he gently parts my skin with his tongue, finding my opening. As his tongue slides up and down from opening to clit, I find his dick with my foot. It's too big to wrap my toes around so I just softly rub the side of my foot down his shaft. "Keep doing what you're doing," I beg, grabbing his muscular shoulders.

He does as he's told and his velvety tongue glides up and down, massaging my most delicate parts while I lay back in the cool sand and enjoy the sound of the lapping surf just beyond his rock hard body. "Oh god," I can't help but moan. It feels too good. The way his tongue seems to dance across me in rhythm with the water. The lapping sound is generating moisture in me like I've never experienced before.

I grab his head and say, "That's enough."

"You don't like it he says," sounding confused, his voice muffled by my pussy.

"I want you to fuck me," I say pulling him toward me.

He immediately sits upright on his knees and I see his hard dick ready to go. "Please," I beg. "Stuff me with your dick."

He grabs ahold of his cock and strokes it before spitting on his hand for lubrication. He has no idea how wet I am already but I appreciate the gesture.

I'm spread wide waiting for his cock and he has the nerve to tease me with the tip. It feels good but I want to feel all of him inside me so I grab him by the hips and force him toward me. It goes halfway in and I let out a little scream. He shushes me so I pull him in further and moan even louder. There's no one else on the beach so what the hell do I care? What should he care? He grunts and that pleases me. I start grinding my pussy on his dick getting it as deep inside of me as possible. I feel like I've never been filled this far before, or maybe it's the hot air, the cool sand, and fact that we're on an empty beach in the middle of the night. Whatever it is has me pulling him into me harder and faster. I can't get enough of his dick or his massive body on top of me. He's panting in my ear "oh god, oh god, oh god," and usually such a generic response would appall me but my pussy has opened up and accepted him so deeply that I don't care if he calls me mommy at this point. "You're so fucking good," I whisper into his ear, though I'm not sure he hear me through all his panting.

"I love your fucking pussy," he grunts through his thrusts. He reaches up and grabs my tits and continues to fuck me with no reserve.

"Whoa," I slap his hand away and grad his hips. "I want to feel your dick....Really feel it." I slowly start grinding my pussy around him. His dick fills me fully and the further I grind into him the deeper he goes, I feel like he could reach the back of my throat just by fucking me between my legs. It's almost more than I can bear but I'm not gonna give first. I want him to make the first move. I focus on the cool sand cradling my body and the soft sounds of the waves lapping the sand at our feet.

"You're so fucking good," he says.

There's nothing more generic than that to say to a woman so I can't help but laugh.

"What?" he stops fucking me suddenly.

"Nothing," I say, a little annoyed that he stopped. ""Keep fucking me."

He does what he's told and his dick slides in and out reaching the deepest part of me. My head is thrown back into the sand looking up at the dark blue sky. The waves are still crashing at our feet and he's panting in my ear. I know this is about to be the end for both of us and his dick is reaching the very best part of me "I'm about to cum!" he cries out. "Don't stop yet," I beg. I just need a couple more thrusts before he takes me over the edge. He fingers his way to my clit and presses down hard on it as he keeps fucking me with his perfect appendage. I'm suddenly lost and speechless, left panting in the sand as I feel his dick thrust deeper inside me before spasming and pumping his warmth inside me.