The Beach

I could not wriggle out from under him and could not struggle free even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. I was pinned by his weight and his strong hands held me in place, outstretched, while his stiff cock was thrust in and out of my ass. “You’re my bitch now” said Bob quietly.
Bob eventually stiffened and pushed his cock as far as he could into my ass, held it there and shot his load of cum. He exhaled and slowly released his grip on my wrists. He pushed himself up from on top of me with his arms and rolled off to one side. He lay on his back limp and exhausted. I could not move for a few minutes but when I did roll onto my back, I felt sore and bruised like after a rough massage and drained of all energy. My soft penis glistened in the sun from the precum that leaked out and my balls felt wet from Bob’s cum dripping from my ass.
After a few minutes I propped myself up on my elbows and Bob did the same. We looked at each other and slowly began to laugh gently. I said that it might be a good time to go to the water and rinse off and Bob agreed. My legs were rubbery as I walked and this made me smile. Our bodies brushed against each other as we walked and Bob said, “That was fun.”
Invigorated after a cooling swim we made our way back to the blanket in the fortress behind the wind protection. We dried off and sat sharing a beer. I told Bob that I was going to head home and hoped that he has a nice evening and he wished me the same, saying it was a pleasure meeting up. He then asked if he could have my phone number as it might be fun to get together again, perhaps for a drink this time, something to loosen us up. I giggled at his joke before slowly reaching into my bag for a piece of paper and a pen.