Dean hadn't been able to sleep that night. After tossing and turning in bed for hours, he finally gave up entirely and got out of bed. It was still dark outside but that had never scared him from going out alone. He put on a pair of sweatpants. He thought about putting a shirt on but the nights were so warm during the Summer that he chose to go without one. After all, no one would be around to watch him go for a run anyway.
He knew he would have the beach to himself. Who would go to the beach on a normal Wednesday morning before sunrise? No one but him. He liked running in the sand. It gave him a bigger challenge and had him working a bit more hard which was something he would never turn down. The sound of the water next to him was also a thing he enjoyed very much. It was calming and helped him put his mind at ease on restlest nights like this.
The sun was starting to rise above the water and it was one of those incredible beautiful mornings where the sun was all big and red and the red light spread across the sky, making him almost lose his breath.
He slowed down as he saw a figure sitting in the sand ahead. He ran towards the figure slowly and quickly realized it was a woman sitting there. And what a woman. Her long blond hair almost touched the sand. She was wearing a yellow sundress and she was the perfect picture sitting there in the sand with the early sunrays hitting her.
He stopped as he reached her and dumped down in the sand next to her, trying to catch his breath from his run. She turned her head and flashed a perfect smile at him and he smiled back at her. So beautiful.
"Morning," she said, her voice sounding like an angel.
"Morning," he said back, still not able to take his eyes off of her.
"I didn't think anyone else would be out here this early," she said and turned her head back to watch the sunrise. "I like coming here to watch the sunrise. It's beautiful this morning."
"I can only think of one thing better than watching the sunrise and that is to watch it rise next to such a beautiful woman as yourself," he said.
She turned her head back at him and flashed him another perfect smile.
"Do you always try to charm your way into strange women's hearts like that?" She asked.
"More or less," he admitted with a chuckle. "However, I don't always mean it like I do today."
She kept smiling at him. He had expected her to blush or something but she didn't seem shy or even mind that he was hitting on her so he decided to try and push his luck a little further.
"I might be out of line here but I would really like to kiss you," he said.
She laughed and he couldn't help but laugh a little himself.
"I don't usually kiss men I don't even know the name of," she said.
"Hi, I'm Dean and I would really like to kiss you," he said and gave her a sassy smile.
"Hi Dean, I'm Heather and today is your lucky day," she said.
She got up on her knees and leaned in to kiss him. He was taken by surprise but he let it happen. She tasted like Summer, sun and funny pink drinks. That was the best way he could describe it in his mind. Warm and sweet. He put his arms around her and was about to push her back but she wouldn't allow it. Instead she pushed him down on his back before breaking the kiss. He looked up at her in wonder.
"If we're gonna do this, I don't wanna be the one getting sand stuck in my ass," she said.
He burst out laughing.
"Alright, I'll take the fall today," he said.
She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants. He lifted his ass so she could pull them off him.
"Going commando? I like it," she said as she looked at his naked body.
"I was hoping to run into someone like you," he joked.
"It really is your lucky day," she said before bowing her head down to take him in her mouth.
"God, Heather, you can say that again," he moaned.
She moved her head up and down, keeping her lips tight around his dick. He had a hand in her hair but other than that, he let her take complete control.
"Heather, Heather, Heather..." he got out between his moans.
He tugged lightly on her hair to get her attention.
"You either stop right now or I'm gonna fire my load into your mouth. Your choice," he said.
She immetiately stopped and moved her head up to flash another one of those perfect smiles at him.
"Can't have your gun go off before I've had a little bit of fun too," she said.
He grinned at her but stayed on his back in the sand, watching her as she got up to her feet. Her hands went under her dress and a second later she pulled down her panties. She put her feet on either side of him before lowering herself down. She stayed squatted as she slid down on his dick. A loud moan escaped him as she started moving up and down on him. Not many girls had the strength in their legs to keep squatting instead of sitting on their knees but she did and it felt incredible.
He placed his hands on her thighs and closed his eyes while allowing her to just do her magic. She was damn good and he felt no need to try and change a thing about what she was doing. Her nails lightly scratched at his chest as he felt her walls tighten around his dick.
"That's it, beautiful, cum on my dick. Make it all wet," he growled between his moans.
He opened his eyes and watched as she tilted her head back slighty. He squeezed tighter on her thighs and started thrusting up into her the second she started cumming, allowing her to just sit still and enjoy it while he finished it off for her. He came too while she was still cumming in waves, the sensation of her tight pussy just too much for him to hold back.
She collapsed on his chest, finally allowed herself to fall down on her knees as well. He smiled and ran his hand through her hair as he looked out in the horizon behind them to see the sun was all the way up.
"As much as I enjoy you on top of me, we better get going before people start arriving here," he said.
She looked up and met his eyes.
"Yeah, such a beautiful and warm day will have people here in no time," she said.
She crawled off him and found her panties in the sand. She shook them before putting them on again. Meanwhile he was getting back into his sweatpants. He needed a shower when he got back home. He was sweaty, smelled of sex and he had sand stuck in his ass. He looked at her one last time and she flashed him another one of those perfect smiles. The last one he would ever see. She sure was beautiful.
"Have a nice day, Heather," he said and kissed her cheek.
"You too, Dean," she said.
Then he turned around and started running back home.