Rough Waters

She sat curled up on the towel watching the tide eb and flow. The cool spray of the morning mist intermingled with the first rays of sunlight kissed her skin warming her as the smell of the ocean washed over her and the early morning sounds of the unrestrained tide danced around her. She was lost in thought, absentmindedly staring out at the waves. Her mind was a million miles to nowhere, as the first of the surfers began to arrive.

She had seen many of their faces before, but had never spoken a word to them. They would come and go, passing by her. Some would smile and nod politely, but most paid her no attention, and she was okay with that. She was there to relax and clear her mind - nothing more.

Taking a sip of water, she grabbed her book and began to read. She paid no further attention to the comings and goings of the surfers as she lost herself in the pages of her story, occasionally looking up to enjoy the view and ocean breeze.

It was during one of these moments that she noticed him. He had paddled out and was waiting for the next big wave, and yet his attention seemed to be on her. She glanced behind her, expecting to see someone else - surely he was not looking at her, but finding no one there her attention turned back to him as she strained to make out his face.

Suddenly the breeze picked up, tossing her hair. She blushed as she attempted to tame it, taking her eyes off him for only a moment. When her gaze returned to the water he was nowhere to be seen. She laughed at herself as she took another sip of water. Who was she kidding? There was no way a guy like that would be watching her. She scolded herself as she rolled over and returned to her book.

Lost in her book once more, she did not hear him approach from behind. As he did, his eyes trailed up her thighs and over her rounded cheeks. The bikini she had worn left little to the imagination as it clung nicely to her curves and tied on the side. Her legs lay slightly parted giving only a tease of what lay between. He could feel himself respond to the sight and shifted himself slightly as he approached.

It wasn't until he was standing beside her that she noticed him. Shifting to the side so she could better look at the stranger, she prepared herself, unsure of what to expect. As she looked up at him, she blushed once more. She had not expected the darkness in his eyes. If he noticed her reaction, he pretended not to. Squatting down, he looked at her, studying her expression.

"Do you surf or just lay on the beach looking beautifully distracting, Princess?" He inquired, watching her expression once more - which must have shown her dislike.

"So is it the surfing you disapprove of OR is it being called beautiful?" He asked without waiting for her initial response.

"I don't know how to surf," she responded this time, avoiding his actual question.

"Would you like to learn?" His question seemed innocent and there was something about him that made it impossible to turn him down.

"Sure." she whispered, unsure of herself.

His glare was fleeting and shown of discontent, but it passed quickly, leaving her feeling as though she had imagined it.

Holding out his hand, he smiled. As he helped her to stand he was able to get a full view of her figure. He said nothing, silently leading her to the shoreline. She stood for a moment, allowing the water to wash over the legs. Here she was comfortable, with her feet firmly planted on the ground, but out there - out there scared her. He must have noticed her hesitation as his grip on her hand tightened. Leaning in he whispered, "Don't be afraid. Daddy's got you." His warm breath sending chills through her.

Slowly he led her out till the water was waist deep pushing the board in front of them, a good starting position. Then turning, he began to walk her through mounting the board- a difficult task with the waves coming in. She followed his commands perfectly, but even the best laid out instructions sometimes fail on the first try. Just as she made her first attempt, a wave crested behind them causing her to lose balance flipping the board.

He could not help but smirk as she emerged from the water coughing. She glared at him.

"I look like a drowned cat," she complained, a whimper of disappointment in her voice. Her wet hair now clinging to her as the sun glistened off the water droplets caught in the tangles.

He smiled. "In order to surf, Kitten must first get wet. Now try again," he commanded with a wink.

She huffed, taking hold of the board. This time he held it steady, once more guiding her through each step - over and over again until she was laying on the board. She smiled up at him, proud of her success. Softly his hand traveled down her back and over her ass. Up to this point he has been careful with his touch, but he could no longer restrain himself from caressing her flesh.

"Time to swim, Kitten, '' he said just as another wave came in, this one smaller than the last. He released the board and allowed the tide to carry her into shore. He could hear her giggling and squealing the entire way, and she grinned excitedly as she returned to him, pushing the surfboard.

As she did, she admired the sight. He had a surfers build, broad shoulders with well defined muscles, and his tan skin had obviously been kissed by the sun. As he ran his hand through his hair she noticed the way his smile touched the corner of his eyes. She blushed once more, unsure if her smile was from her ride or her view - but one thing was for certain, he was definitely the cause.

She said nothing as she stood in front of him beaming.

"Did you enjoy?" He asked.

Silently she nodded.

"Good!" He said excitedly. "Mount up" he commanded softly, swatting at he butt check.

Then, leaning in, he whispered, "do you trust me," knowing exactly how his proximity and the warmth of his breath would affect her. He watched as her flesh responded.

After he assisted her onto the board and had her move to a seated position, straddling it, he mounted behind her. Then slowly he paddled them further out into the water. Her heart raced in fear and excitement.

Once he felt they were far enough out - and far enough away from the other surfers, he sat up, straddling the board as well. Slowly he inched his way up behind her, careful not to rock the board too much.

Then softly he whispered against her neck, "the hardest part is learning to stand and in order to do that you have to learn to move with the water. Close your eyes."

A content sign escaped her lips as she did as she was told. When her eyes were close, he wrapped his arms around her, molding her body to his, inhaling her sweet scent deeply. Forcing himself to focus on the movement of the board and the sound of the waves around them, he began to gently shift their weight keeping them balanced and centered on the board, moving with the water.

But having her so close to him was intoxicatingly distracting. He could feel the warmth of her flesh pressed tightly against his, but it was the pounding of her heart and the shallow unsteady breathing that had him captivated. Without thinking, he allowed his hands to start gently exploring her - one hand moving up her chest, feeling her hard nipples through the soft material of her swimsuit, before softly wrapping his fingers around her neck while the other traveled down over her abdomen and dipping beneath her bikini bottoms.

He could feel her tense and hold her breath, but she did not pull away from him. He inhaled deeply against her neck. Nuzzling her, he spoke softly, coaxing her.

"Breath, Kitten" he commanded. "Relax and breath"

She inhaled deeply. As he felt her relax beneath his hands, he continued to talk to her. She whimpered and mewled as his expert fingers circled her clit. He could feel her wetness begin to drip, pooling on his board.

Without fully thinking, she recalled his words as they stood on the shoreline.

"Yes Daddy" she whimpered, allowing herself to relax back into him.

Those words were his undoing, as he let out a guttural growl, ready to take what he wanted, but he remained in control. Teasing her and listening to her as she let go, giving into him. Gently at first, he dipped his fingers into her, enjoying how her body responded. She trembled and whimpered, trying to shift to grant him better access, but trying hard not to flip them so far out from shore.

Slowly he teased her, edging her, bringing her so close to the precipice, but just out of reach from what her body obviously desired.

"Please" she begged - wanting more.

"As Kitten wishes," he said smiling as he removed his hand from her neck and the other from her pussy. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, but giddy with excitement as he steered them back towards the shore, but she noticed his direction was aimed towards a secluded gathering of rocks on the shore line. As they grew closer she watched, mesmerized by the way the waves gently crashed against them.

As they approached the shoreline, he slipped off the board behind her. Taking her hand and helping her off, he gently nuzzled into her neck and instructed her to wait for him by the rocks while he secured his surfboard. As instructed, she slowly approached the rock formation, unsure of what to expect. As she waded through the water she focused on how it softly lapped at her legs and feet and watched as the waves crashed against the rocks - no two waves hitting the same place - no two waves the same.

Approaching from behind her once more, he placed his hand on the small of her back, a strong and protective gesture, as he guided her to a small inlet hidden from prying eyes by the rocks. Once there, taking her by the waist, he spun her around to face him. With one arm remaining wrapped around her waist, the other curled around the back of her neck, his fingers entangled in her hair. Pulling her into him, he kissed her lips - not the soft delicate grazing of lips, but needy, passionate, and demanding.

As he did, she let out a soft moan against his lips and he felt her body tremble.

Their lips never parted as he guided her backwards until she was pinned between him and the rocks. She could feel his erection press firmly against her abdomen as his hands firmly explored her flesh as they had done early, but this time his touch was not as soft and delicate, but rough and demanding. Wrapping his arms around her he grabbed her ass, squeezing and massaging it.

As he did, she wrapped her arms around his neck, she buried her face there. As she panted and whimpered, her world began to spin. Softly she felt him tug her hair causing her to lean back and let her head fall backwards, exposing her neck to him. Gently he nibbled at the delicate skin beneath her ear before leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and chest.

He did not bother to untie her bathing suit top as he released her tits from their prison, getting a full glimpse of them for the first time. Wrapping his lips around one he nibbled and sucked on it- soft and gentle at first, but with each moan the escaped her pretty lips, the less gentle he became. With one hand he pinched and twisted the other nipple, taking pleasure in every sound he elicited from her.

Her nipples were tender and sensitive. As he pinched and twisted, nibbled and sucked, then soothed with his tongue, she felt her body begin to tremble and quiver. Her tight pussy ached to be filled.

As if knowing her thoughts, he looked up at her and inquired once more "Do you trust me?"

"Yes Daddy!" she responded without hesitance.

"Damn you are sexy!" He said softly, kissing her lips gently for the first time. "Hold out your hands," he instructed.

Doing as he said, she held out her hands. Positioning them so that her hands were closed into fists with her wrists close together, he produced a rope from his pocket. She recognized it as the ankle leash from his surfboard. She watched, almost mesmerized, as he wrapped the leash around her wrists securing them snuggly - binding her hands in front of her.

Then, turning her around and pulling her hips back towards him, he bent her over the rock. His fingers traveled down her back - rubbing and massaging into her flesh as if trying to memorize every inch of it. As he reached the small of her back, he studied her ass.

"Sexy!" He said again, more to himself than to her, but she could not help but blush.

Now he has to make a decision - untie the bottoms and allow them to fall away, or pull them down below her cheeks creating a makeshift restraint preventing her from fully spreading her legs. He quickly decided on the later of the two as his fingers slid over the skin- tickling her and causing her to squirm. As she did, he reached back and swatted her, causing her to whimper and still.

The swat was not hard but the sting was enough to get her attention. Allowing his hand to travel up her back side once more soothing the sting, he leaned into her.

"Sexy Kitten." He said as he nibbled at her neck once more. "Did you like that?" He inquired.

"Yes Daddy" she mewled and whimpered.

"Would you like more?" He asked

"Yes please, Daddy!"

Standing up once more, he swatted her ass cheek again - and again. Five swats on each side - ten swats in total, each swat a little harder than the one before. He watched as her body responded to each one - listening to any change in her whimper. He noted how she would curl up on her tippy toes with each swat and hold her breath for just a moment, before relaxing and preparing herself for the next swat. When he was done her cheeks were red and blushing.

As he soothed the redness with one hand, the other dipped between her legs, finding her dripping wet in excitement. He curled his fingers into her tight pussy, teasing her. She whimpered. He could tell from her breathing that it would not take much to push her over the precipice - allowing her orgasm to wash over her, but he wanted to feel her throb around his hard cock. Removing his fingers from her pleasure spot he licked his fingers - tasting her sweetness.

Leaning in once more he kissed her shoulder and asked "Would you like Daddy to take care of you?"

"God yes! Please Daddy! Make me cum for you!"

He smiled as he slid his swim trunks down, his hard cock unrestrained and throbbing. Untying one side of her swim bottoms, he lifted her leg, spreading her wide as he positioned himself at her entrance. She felt the pressure as he slid his erection in deep, pulling her hips back and forcing her to take the entire length. She whimpered and signed in content as he held her there for a moment.

Then quickly he pulled out, thrusting hard and deep into once more. It did not take much effort as the first wave hit and he felt he crash around him. Her pussy throbbing around him as her body trembled and quivered. He stilled for only a moment, knowing she had more to give and he smiled as he watched her pull against her restraint - unable to stop another wave.

He continued to use her pretty little hole, enjoying the feel of her stretching around him and yielding to him with each wave, certain that the sounds of her pleasure could be heard. With each wave, he felt himself stiffen, filled and engorged with excitement.

As her final wave hit, he buried himself inside her, filling her as her throbbing pussy milked him of every drop.

Kissing her flesh once more, he allowed himself to slip from her hole. Then turning her over, he softly kissed her lips as he unfastened the rope. She giggled against his lips as her fingered gently touched and stroked his now empty cock.

"May I please?" She asked.

How could he deny such a request?

Kneeling down in front of him, she peered up at him. Then taking him in her hand, she softly ran her tongue down his length. Even soft, she was impressed by his size. Slowly her tongue circled the tip, tasting the intermingling of their juices, before sliding his full length into her mouth. She smiled as she felt him respond once more - growing hard and erect with excitement.

Entwing his fingers in her hair he allowed her to set the pace as her mouth slid up and down his shaft. He could feel the tingling and vibration of every moan. Looking down on her once more, he growled.

"Fuck! So sexy!"

And with that he was ready to use her once more.