The sun was up, but it wasn't enough to keep me warm on the motorway at 7am. I had borrowed a jeep taken the top off, and the cold early morning wind was giving me goose flesh. I turned up the heating to full, and pulled off the high way to take a shorter but slower route to Dan's house. The plan was to head up the coast to a cove I had found back when I was a student, It was a good three hour drive, and longer if we stopped for breakfast. I had mentioned it at a party the previous weekend, and his girlfriend Lottie had been totally keen to check it out. They had left me to make the plan, and I had been so preoccupied organising I hadn't thought to check whether they were still serious. I had dropped them both a line the previous night, before I went to sleep, and was a bit surprised there wasn't a reply from either in the morning. Consequently, I half expected them both to be asleep as I wound through the neighbourhood and then bumped along the gravel track to his house. Lottie was already sitting on the porch as I pulled up, sunning herself despite the morning chill. She swung her pack into the back, kissed me on the cheek and climbed into the front seat. "It is just me, I am afraid", she said breezily, "Dan's not coming because he is a dick". Lottie was about as cute as they come, small, but athletic and shapely, so I certainly wasn't wasn't opposed to the idea, but still I hesitated. "Shouldn't I go and wake him up", I asked, hoping she would have a good reason why I shouldn't. I could see she was a bit piqued though, as she explained with a slight annoyed laugh that Dan had been out with the boys last night, and had only come back around dawn himself. If she hadn't already made plans to meet me in the morning, she said, she would have headed home. I probably should have made an effort to drag Dan along, but the prospect of having him hungover in the car for three hours wasnt appealing. Besides, the prospect of spending the day with Lottie alone seemed exciting. The journey itself was uneventful, but fun. She was chatty, and flicked through her song list as we cruised parallel to the coast, catching sight of the sea every now and then. I had forgotten how pretty the drive was, with golden grassy plains giving way to woods which dappled the road in maple-leaf shadows. Then the road opened up again and we came to Bear Rock and the café of the same name where we stopped for breakfast. After that the road cut through undulating rock faces, as it gradually ascended above sea-level. By this time Lottie had switched to making jokes at Dan's expense, and she filled the last twenty minutes of the journey with a surprisingly steady stream of how funny-shit he was. We parked up by the side of the side of a long-dead stump of a tree. The path to the beach was about 50 yards further, so we grabbed our stuff and started walking. The path was steeper and longer than I could recall, but Lottie didn't seem to notice at all, trotting ahead with the towels, leaving me to carry the water and food. Then just as we were one turn from the beach, she tripped and fell. She sat holding her knee, although I couldn't see how it could have been hurt. "Can you carry me to the beach", she asked? I wasn't sure if she was joking or not, but my body had been aching to have an excuse to touch her. I scooped her up gently, and she put an arm around my neck. She was surprisingly light, and it felt easy having her in my arms. She kicked off her sandals as I walked the last 50 metres, and then coquettishly kissed me on the cheek before I set her down and went back for the stuff. I had definitely been aroused as I walked, and it was safest to have my back to her as strolled back to the bags. When I shouldered them though and turned around, she was already wading into the calm water wearing just a white thong. I dropped the bags, stripped to my boxers and started to wade out towards her. She turned to face me. "Why don't you take off your boxer's or they will get wet", she asked, as if it was the most normal question in the world. Her heaving full breasts were fogging my mind, and the water had made her thong slightly see through. I paused. I was aroused, but had been planning on getting below the water before she noticed. She laughed seeing my look of discomfort. "I would love to see your cock", she said sarcastically. I actually turned around mostly so she wouldn't notice my cock spring to attention, but realised I had accidentally committed myself to leaving my boxers on the beach. I ran back in and dived under the water near her. It was surprisingly liberating being naked around her, and after a while, besides the thrill of it, I thought no more about it. We mostly just splashed around in the water, until she went and sat on a rock and told me to come join her. The breeze was still cool, so she huddled herself against me. I could feel her cold hard nipple against my stomach, and her cheek against my chest. Her face was turned own towards my cock, and when her hand touched the inside of my thigh, it uncurled itself towards her mouth. "I am sorry", I muttered. She didn't say or do anything at first. Then she reached out, and whispered "it's beautiful". I gasped at the touch of her cold wet fingers. They were curious, investigative rather than overtly sexy, pulling back my foreskin. She stooped to lick a bead of precum that had formed. Then her silken hair fell forward across my crotch, and she sank her lips down on me. Just then, I leant back, and reached out, missed my grip and fell into the water, which set off a round of giggling. I splashed her in return and she screamed rather altering the tone of the situation, as she ran up the beach. My cock was still at full mast as I approached her, but she had already reached for a sandwich. "I love your cock", she said, and then after a pause "and she on honeydew hath fed". I didn't get the reference, but assumed there must be one. I longed for her to touch me again, but she counted herself with just looking at me, while she finished her sandwich, poured herself a juice and drank it slowly. "Do you think", she started, "do you think you would like to lick me out"? I didn't pause long, but she was already sliding her wet panties down as soon as she could see my desire. I knelt upright between her legs for a moment, taking in her smooth waxed pussy. The scent was overpowering, drawing my face down on her. I tried to kiss it gently, but my tongue couldn't wait. Feverishly, I crushed my face against her, but she reacted with discomfort. She took my head in her hands and repositioned it slightly, guiding my gentleness. I lapped more gently, in circles or straight lines, deep in her pussy or around her clitoris as directed. She knew exactly where she wanted my tongue and used me well. I could feel her tension mount and subside in waves. Her breathy pants, her arching spine and then her crushing orgasm as she ground my face into her pussy. I was surprised to see we weren't alone when I looked up, my cock still at full mast. Two girls had taken position about the centre of the beach. They seemed as unbothered by us, as Lottie had been orgasming in front of them. I held back, but Lottie wrapped her legs around my butt cheeks and pulled me down on her. My cock entered immediately, and sank deep into her still quivering pussy. I wanted a nipple in my mouth, but her flushed lips needed to be kissed. I felt at last in control, mounting her hard and approached orgasm myself. Then she rolled us over, me onto my back with my cock still deep inside her. The girls were watching now as she steadied the pace, and rocked me back and forth bringing me close to the edge and then further away again. Then at last, she took me over, letting me cum inside her. I groaned, almost shrieked, as she milked me, and then fell back on the sand. She sat on top of me, like a lion on its defeated prey until my cock stopped twitching inside her, then she walked down to the waters edge, and washed herself off. She stopped on the way back to talk to the girls, standing naked and beautiful above them, although I didn't hear what she said. But then, she came strolling back with a can of beer in her hand and plonked herself down on the sand again. We spent the rest of the day naked, playing or not playing, heedless of the two girls watching. We shared our food with them in return for another beer, and chatted, but that was the limit of our interaction. As the shadows lengthened we headed back up the slope, and started the long drive back into town. It felt strange dropping her back at Dan's, but she insisted. It definitely wasn't the last time I saw her though.