My First Wild Encounter: Naked Siren on Etretat Beach
From the top of Etretat’s cliff, I stared down at the pebble beach. Stormy Normandy waves crashed wild. Alone up there, wind whipped my face with salty spray. Late October, no kids, no swimmers. Just me, breathing sea air, snapping storm pics.
Descending those endless rocky steps, heart thumping already. Then I spot her. Blonde head bobbing in the furious surf. Dives under, pops up farther out. Insane. A woman, that’s all from here. Gotta get closer.
The Approach
Feet hit the shifting pebbles. Rough, cool under boots. Her clothes pile and towel wait at the cliff base. Weird sight in this weather. I freeze between her stuff and the foaming tide line. Waiting. Hands jammed in parka pockets, hood up, eyes squinting against stinging spray.
Waves hide her body. Just that blonde mass floating. Patience cracks. She emerges from white foam. Naked. Fuck. Young blonde, hair plastered wet. She wrings it out, bending. Tits swing free, nipples hard from cold. Back arched, legs toned, ass firm and tight.
She flings hair back, tits lifting. Spots me. I say nothing. Heart hammers. Run? Stay? She smiles big. No shame in her nudity. Steps over slick pebbles toward me, unsteady.
Eyes devour her. Flat belly, blonde fuzz over her slit. Blue eyes? Skin dotted with seawater drops, goosebumps rising. She crosses arms over shoulders, tits mashing up. ‘Pass the towel!’
Brain lags. She repeats, shivering. I lunge, grab towel, string thong tumbles off. Rush over, unfold it. She turns, back to me. Wrap her, brush her tits. Reflex: rub her back hard to warm her.
She pushes ass back into my crotch. Wet towel soaks through. Muscles tense, quivering against me. Hard-on surges. She feels it, grinds slow. No freakout. Likes it. My hands slide lower, grazing ass cheeks. She shifts, inviting more.
Fingers dip between. She leans into my arm across her chest. Head on my shoulder, wet hair drips on my cheek. Palm her tit. Firm, nipple peaked. She sighs, guides my hand. Knead it. Breath hitches.
The Instant
Fingers probe lower. Real wetness, not sea. Part her lips, find clit. She spins. Towel drops. Naked crush against me. Lips meet, salty. Tongues tangle, cool mouth warms.
‘Come,’ she whispers. Drags me to cliff base, semi-sheltered. Pins me to rough limestone. Kneels. Zips me down. Cold air hits thighs. Her breath hot on cock.
Grips it soft. Lips seal around head. Sucks, tongue circles. Warm mouth fights icy wind. Slow bob, deep throating sometimes. Tension builds. I grab her head, thrust. Cum hard down her throat. She swallows, keeps licking.
Pull her up. Lay her on pebbles. Suck tits, salty iode taste. Bite nipples. Down to belly, pubes tickle chin. Tongue hunts clit. Swells quick. Fingers plunge pussy, hot slick. Then ass. Tight ring yields. Alternate pumps, suck clit. She bucks, screams over wind. Orgasms clench my fingers.
Pulls me in. Pussy grips cock. We fuck frantic, waves lapping feet. She squeezes base, guides to ass. Hole stretches, swallows me. Tight pulse milks. We cum together, howling.
Collapsed on her back. Bodies shield from spray. She slips free, kisses deep. Dresses quick. Gesticulates: stay put. Yellow raincoat ghost, vanishes up stairs into mist.
Legs shaky climbing. Searched village. No trace. Returned alone many times. Stroked to memory on those pebbles, spilling seed for waves to carry. My siren swims elsewhere, nude in storms. Innocence shattered forever.
