After hours of being watched by the eager, perverted eyes of numerous voyeurs on the public beach, I couldn’t help but feel the heat rise in my cheeks as I tried to ignore their lecherous stares. My stepfather seemed oblivious to their presence as he casually tanned himself next to me while occasionally running a hand through his graying hair. The sound of whispers and hushed giggles filled the air around us, making it impossible for me to relax into my book.
Suddenly, my stepfather stood up and began walking towards the water, gesturing for me to follow him. As we approached the shoreline, I noticed a group of people gathered on a nearby rock formation, clearly visible despite their attempts at concealment. My heart sank in my chest as I realized what they were there for; they wanted to see us fuck. Feeling an unwanted stirring between my legs, I tried to swallow back the bile rising in my throat. But before I could even protest, my stepfather had stripped off his clothes and was stepping into the cool water. He held out his hand to me, beckoning me closer. With nowhere else to go, I slowly followed suit, feeling more exposed than ever before.
As soon as we were both waist-deep in the ocean, my stepfather grabbed me roughly by the hips and thrust his hard cock against my drenched panties. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered filthy things he wanted to do to me. I couldn’t believe what was happening; here we were, being watched by voyeurs who were surely going to capture every single moment on camera phones and share it online later. Despite myself, a moan escaped from my lips as my stepfather started grinding his hips against me. The feel of his roughened skin rubbing against my sensitive nipples sent shivers down my spine. And when he finally slid his fingers underneath my wet panties and found my aching clit, all thoughts of decency flew out of the window.
With a final grunt, my stepfather shot his thick load straight into my willing mouth, filling it with salty, bitter cum. I didn’t dare swallow; instead, I let it dribble out of the corners of my lips as he pulled me closer and wrapped his arms tightly around me. We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, our bodies still moving together as if caught in some kind of twisted dance. Finally, we broke apart and climbed out of the water, our skin glistening with seaweed and sweat. Without a word, my stepfather took a towel from one of the nearby beachgoers and began drying off. I followed suit, trying my best to ignore the lecherous stares of those who had witnessed our depraved act.
When we got back to our spot on the beach, my stepfather collapsed onto the towel, breathing heavily. I lay down beside him, feeling dirty yet strangely satisfied. As I looked out at the ocean, I couldn’t help but wonder how many more people had seen what we had just done. The thought both thrilled and terrified me in equal measure.