Smooth Temptation by the Sea

I couldn’t stop thinking about how her shaved pussy would feel under my fingers the second she walked into the hotel gym. The air smelled of salt and sunscreen, waves crashing just beyond the open balcony doors of the seaside resort. Lena was my private client for the week, twenty-eight, with a body sculpted from years of discipline and a teasing smile that made my cock twitch every time she stretched.

“Morning, coach,” she said, voice low and playful as she dropped her towel on the mat. “Ready to make me sweat?”

Her eyes flicked down to the growing bulge in my shorts before meeting mine again. Tension crackled between us like the static before a storm. I’d caught glimpses of her in tight leggings all week, but today she wore a tiny sports bra and boy shorts that barely covered the smooth curve of her mound. I knew what was underneath. She’d confessed it during our last session, whispering that she kept everything shaved bare because it made her feel dirty and exposed.

“Strip,” I told her, stepping close enough that our bodies nearly touched. No warm-up, no games. My hands were already on the straps of her bra, tugging them down her shoulders. The fabric peeled away, freeing her firm tits, nipples hard from the ocean breeze. She gasped but didn’t stop me, instead hooking her thumbs into her shorts and shimmying them down. The sight hit me like a punch, her shaved pussy completely smooth, pink lips glistening already, clit peeking out like it was begging for attention.

“Fuck, look at that pretty bare cunt,” I growled, fingers tracing the silky skin where hair would be. She shivered, legs parting wider on the yoga mat.

“You like it?” Lena breathed, voice husky. “I shaved this morning just for you. Thought about your hands the whole time… how you’d spread me open.”

My shorts hit the floor next, cock springing free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. I spun her around, bending her over the padded bench that faced the sea. The position let me watch the waves while I gripped her hips, sliding my dick along her slick, hairless slit. No teasing licks, just raw need. I pushed inside her tight pussy in one smooth thrust, groaning at how her smooth walls clenched around me.

“Oh god… yes,” she moaned, pushing back, ass rippling with each impact. “Deeper, coach. Fill my shaved little hole.”

I fucked her hard and fast, the wet slap of skin echoing over the crash of waves. Her bare lips stretched around my cock, leaving shiny trails of her cream every time I pulled out. I reached around, rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles, feeling how slippery and exposed it was without a single hair to hide behind. She came first, pussy pulsing, juices dripping down her thighs onto the mat.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, voice breaking. “I want it again.”

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the wide bench, and hooked her legs over my shoulders. This angle let me watch everything, her smooth mound flexing as I drove back in, balls slapping her ass. Her tits bounced with every thrust, eyes locked on mine, mouth open in a silent cry. I pounded her relentlessly, changing the pace from deep grinding rolls to quick, punishing strokes that made her shaved pussy flutter and grip.

“Cum inside me,” she begged, nails digging into my arms. “I need to feel it leaking out of my bare cunt all day.”

The words pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her smooth depths. She shattered again, back arching, a low whine escaping her throat as her pussy milked every drop.

We collapsed together, sweaty and breathing hard, the sea breeze cooling our skin. Later that morning we sat on the balcony with coffee, steam curling up between us. She wore my oversized shirt, legs crossed, stealing glances at me over the rim of her mug. I caught her smiling when she shifted and felt my cum still inside her, a secret only we shared.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asked, voice innocent but eyes wicked.

I grinned. “Wouldn’t miss it.”