u/Missprettyplease99

I was 21 or 22, coming off an overnight shift, when I drove to my favourite secluded beach on the Gold Coast to lay in the sun.

I was tanning in a tiny g-string with my bikini top untied, Foo Fighters playing and a dirty novel open in front of me when I noticed a guy approaching.

He was young, cute and seemed completely normal. He commented on my music, asked if he could sit with me and we started talking.

Then he offered to rub sunscreen into my back.

I said yes.

I remember lying there topless as his hands slowly moved over my bare back. Almost immediately, the whole interaction stopped feeling innocent. Every time his hands travelled lower I became more aware of him, of how little I was wearing, and of how turned on I was getting from something as simple as a stranger touching me.

When he finished, I asked him to tie my bikini top for me.

Not long afterwards he suggested a swim.

He stripped down to his underwear and followed me into the water. When we eventually walked back onto the beach, I glanced down and saw the massive erection in his wet underwear.

That was it.

We got back to our towels. Not another person in sight. There were high-rises behind the beach and I knew there was every chance someone could see us from a balcony.

I didn’t care.

So I kissed him.

It wasn’t a tentative first kiss either. Within seconds we were properly making out, tongues, biting each other’s lips, his hands gripping and slapping my ass as he pulled me against him. His mouth moved to my neck and ear, and the bikini top I’d asked him to tie minutes earlier came straight back off.

He sucked my already-hard nipples while I pressed myself against him, feeling exactly how hard he still was.

I dropped down in front of him.

There was something incredibly hot about looking up at a man whose name I didn’t even know and realising how quickly we’d gone from talking about music to this. I teased him slowly at first, using my hands and mouth, enjoying how completely unexpected the whole morning had become.

Eventually neither of us was interested in teasing anymore.

When he finished, I remember looking up at him, breathless and slightly stunned at what I’d just done, the evidence of exactly how much he’d enjoyed it still across my face. I licked my lips with a grin before he pulled me straight back towards him.

His hand slipped beneath my g-string.

By then I was already soaking wet. He could tell immediately.

He teased me slowly while kissing me again, and I completely gave in to it …legs apart, his mouth on my neck and breasts, my hands pulling him closer.

He kept going until I finally tipped over the edge, my whole body tightening against him as I came.

Afterwards, he looked at me with that same wicked little grin, brought his fingers to his mouth and slowly tasted what I’d left behind.

That image has never really left me.

Eventually we looked at each other, laughed at the absolute state of ourselves and ran back into the ocean to wash off…That was the excuse, anyway.

The second we were deep enough, he pulled me straight back against him. My legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping my ass beneath the water as we kissed harder than before …tongues, bitten lips, neither of us remotely ready to stop.

There was barely anything between us, and he knew exactly how much he was teasing me. He pulled me tighter against him, slowly moving against me through that tiny piece of fabric until I was desperate to take things further.

I wanted him inside me so badly.

We both knew it. We both came dangerously close to saying fuck it.

But somehow we resisted…And honestly, that was almost hotter - being wrapped around a stranger in the ocean, right on the edge of completely giving in, and deliberately leaving ourselves wanting something we knew we could have had.

Eventually we dragged ourselves apart and headed back towards the towels.

That was when I finally asked what he was actually doing there.

He casually told me he was waiting to pick his brother up from the airport….And now he had to leave.

No names.
No phone numbers.
Nothing.

Before walking away, he asked whether I came to the beach often. I told him it was my favourite spot.

“Same place, same time next week?”

I smiled. “Maybe.”

Then I watched him disappear down the beach and sat there with my dirty novel still open beside me thinking:
What the fuck just happened?

My partner and I have joked about a threesome for years. One of those “imagine if we actually did it” conversations that usually ends there.

Except he’s apparently taken me a little too seriously.
There’s another man. There’s a date. It’s actually happening.

So if you see me at a play date looking suspiciously pleased with myself, mind your business.

Someone’s hot mum has plans.

Okay… this is actually happening 😅 edit. I just learnt it’s actually MFM… whoops

My partner has organised an MMF for us and I’m way more excited than I probably should be… but also ridiculously nervous now that it’s real! Hotel room is booked!

The thought of being the centre of attention is definitely doing something for me though.

So boys — if you were involved, what would make it unforgettable? Share your tips!