[Modern Romance] My Most Successful Beach Romance

The unknown world and unfamiliar things can be frightening, but for unfamiliar women, and for many male fans, they represent an even deeper thrill. From the moment I first encountered erotic literature, I was drawn to numerous stories about perverts on public buses. Actually, what initially led me into this fantasies was a film about perverts on public buses made by a director many years ago. Since then, I've found myself unconsciously observing the women on the bus every time I ride it. Of course, over the years, I've also personally experienced quite a few instances of bus harassment. But today, I'm sharing another form of stimulation I find – hunting for women at the beach. (My bus experiences will be shared in future articles, please support me!) I live in a coastal city: Qingdao. My home is only about seven or eight kilometers from the beach, usually less than half an hour by bus. Qingdao's beaches are famous throughout China; every summer, people from all over the country can find them there. However, we locals don't go to the beach during the day. First, the sun is too strong during the day; often, after playing at the beach for a while, you'll find your skin peeling. Second, we're all at work during the day and generally don't have time to go. Third: The seawater is too cold during the day, and the temperature difference is too great if you go into the water. So, in my opinion, only people from other places go to the beach during the day. Those who don't go to the beach often might wonder: Are there people there at night? I can tell you with certainty: on hot days, the number of people at night is at least 1.5 times that of the daytime, at least that's the case on Qingdao's beaches.

Okay, with that simple scene set up, let's begin today's story, which is based on my own personal experience.

In the summer of 2009, it was hard to find a hotter, more humid day. The temperature wasn't very high, but the whole world felt like it was covered in glue. Even the wind seemed to carry a dampness, and the sweat on my body barely evaporated, sticking stickily to my skin. Wiping myself with a towel dampened with cool water felt like peeling off a layer of skin, but the sticky feeling would return within two minutes. After finally enduring until dark, my colleague and I rode our motorcycles all the way to the beach. As expected, it was incredibly crowded. Cars were packed along the beach, and we couldn't even get onto the road leading to the beach. We parked and walked in.

Every time I go to the beach, seeing all the bikinis along the way gives me a feeling of being bathed in spring sunshine. Here, you'll see all kinds of women, with different looks and figures—more than you'd see in any adult forum's pictures. Most of them are wearing bikinis, barely covering their breasts, swaying their hips as they brush past you. Occasionally, you'll even see a few women in casual clothes, not swimsuits at all, giving you real-life wet-clothed women. Basically, you'll see everything imaginable. I bet many inland guys are already deeply regretting their birthplace at this point. Hehe.

But as an experienced hunter, you absolutely cannot let the beauty blind you. We're here to hunt for women, not to look at pretty girls. Remember your role. Remember, the people you're observing swimming with aren't the beautiful women coming towards you and about to leave. Keep your eyes peeled, assess the situation, and finally find a lone girl. Judging from the indifferent expressions around her, she probably doesn't have any companions. Having found my target, I followed closely behind her. We changed clothes a short distance away and then walked into the sea together.

I observed her figure from behind; she was about 165cm tall, wearing a two-piece camouflage swimsuit, a bit thin, but from behind, her buttocks were plump and perky. Her hair was clearly straightened and tied up, her small ponytail bouncing as she walked. Her buttocks didn't sway much—a cute butt.

She walked into the water, which was noticeably cold. She flinched slightly as water splashed on her, but then a large wave completely soaked her lower body. I then noticed that the waves were quite big today, perfect for my scheme. I followed her a meter or two into the sea. As soon as I entered, another large wave crashed in, pushing her towards me. I reached underwater and touched her leg. Because of the seawater, her body felt slippery. Since there were so many people in the sea, she didn't notice me at all, continuing to swim and play. It was obvious she wasn't a very good swimmer. She stopped when the water reached her chest, splashing around. I remained a meter or two behind her, waiting for another large wave. The opportunity soon arrived. I saw a dark line slowly moving towards the side in the deep water—a sign of an approaching wave. I took a deep breath, assumed a horse stance underwater, and when the wave came, instead of being pushed away, I was pushed a few steps further in. At that moment, I felt her body being tossed about like a leaf by the waves, drifting towards me.

Fellow wolves, the opportunity has arrived! I held my breath and lunged forward, and there she was, in my arms. I could feel her frantically struggling in the waves, and I pretended to be flustered too, my hands, though seemingly panicked, actually premeditated, embracing her. One hand naturally squeezed her breast; her small, firm breasts were very elastic. At the same time, feeling her youthful and energetic body writhing in my arms, my penis was already hard. I held her waist and vigorously rubbed and kneaded my penis against her buttocks. At this moment, you must be bold and careful, because the waves were big and it was dark; she couldn't see who it was, so there was no need to worry. Besides, no matter how much she screamed amidst the sound of the waves and the frolicking of thousands of people, it wouldn't make a difference. So, the usual probing and groping techniques used on buses could be omitted. You must seize those ten seconds when the big wave hits and do everything you can. After my penis thrust a few times between her buttocks, I felt the wave recede, dove underwater, and ran far away. When I surfaced, she was still playing in the water as if nothing had happened. This is normal; there are many perverts in the sea, and almost every woman experiences this kind of harassment and gets used to it. I slowly circled back to her side, and another wave came. Just like last time, I didn't move. As expected, she was hit on me again. I groped her all over, but this time I didn't panic. After the wave passed, I stood there innocently and softly said to her, "Are you alright? The waves are a bit big today." She replied somewhat hurriedly, "Yes, I'm sorry," and then ran away.

I watched her go to the shark net rope and grab it. There were many people on the rope, most of whom couldn't swim. I shamelessly moved closer to her and grabbed the shark net rope as well. This time, I wasn't afraid of the waves because I was holding onto the rope. I stood close to her, one hand holding the rope, the other hand underwater. After dark, you couldn't see anything underwater. Slowly, taking advantage of a wave's movement, I leaned closer to her, intending to touch her buttocks with the back of my hand. However, I discovered I had actually touched her pubic area. It turned out she was holding onto the rope, her body floating on the surface. A bit surprised, I quickly moved my hand away. She didn't seem to react to the water's movement, so I placed my hand very close to her body, using the waves to gently touch her skin with the back of my hand. After a few minutes, noticing she still didn't react, I grew bolder. I raised my hand and placed it on her hip. As mentioned before, she was wearing a two-piece swimsuit, so there was no clothing around her waist, meaning my hand was directly on her body.

She still gripped the rope, her beautiful legs flailing about, unmoved by my teasing. My hand slowly moved, my entire palm covering her pert buttocks—what a beautiful, elastic bottom! The taut flesh bounced back against my hand. She was only wearing a swimsuit with no underwear underneath; the thin fabric couldn't conceal her sensuality at all. I extended my index finger and teased her cleft. Her buttocks were as full as I had observed, with a deep cleft that gripped my finger. She seemed to react slightly, glancing in my direction before quickly turning her head away. I concluded she was a shy, inexperienced girl, and this emboldened me. I deftly pulled her swim trunks to one side and pressed my fingertips directly onto her anus, rhythmically stroking her little buttock. At this point, I could see she was frightened and wanted to break free. I turned and pulled her into my arms. Let me emphasize again, among thousands of people, you don't need to worry about her screaming or any heroes appearing. There are at least eight hundred to a thousand couples embracing each other in the entire bathhouse, so there's absolutely no danger in you holding her like this.

She resignedly let me hold her in my arms, never daring to utter a word of resistance. To anyone else, we looked like a normal couple. She curled up in my arms, her cute little bottom pressed against my penis. I held her waist, using the head of my penis to pull her swim trunks aside, pressing the head of my penis against the deep crevice of her buttocks. The seawater was a natural lubricant, and I began thrusting inside her, the tip of my penis repeatedly hitting her anus. She cowered in my arms like a frightened rabbit, too afraid to move. I freed one hand and slipped it inside her swim trunks, stroking her pubic hair—not much, rather sparse. As I touched further down, she squeezed her legs tightly together.

I'm not a violent person, nor do I like violence, but her pitiful appearance filled me with a desire to conquer. I couldn't help but lower my head and whisper in her ear, "Cooperate with me a little, or I'll tear your swim trunks." She was already under a lot of pressure, and my words completely broke her down. I felt her legs weakly part. I inserted my fingers into her vagina; because of the seawater, I couldn't tell if she was wet. But it went in easily, and I could feel her vagina contracting forcefully. But all of this was in vain. I thrust my fingers in and out for about a minute, and I felt her contracted vagina slowly relax; she must be feeling something now. I thought, since things have come to this, I might as well go all the way. I turned her around so she was facing me, and I deliberately said loudly, "Come on, honey, let me hug you." Actually, I said this to the people next to us. I hugged her tightly, feeling her breasts pressing against my chest, feeling her buttocks being kneaded in my hands, feeling my penis pressing against her mound-like labia.

I grabbed her and practically dragged her to a secluded spot. Only then did she utter her first words: "Please, brother, let me go." I deliberately pulled her hand forcefully to my penis, saying fiercely, "No way, let me have a go." She gripped my penis tightly, refusing to let go. I ignored her, turning her back to me and penetrating her from behind. Having sex in seawater for the first time should have caused vaginal infections, but I didn't care. It was obvious she wasn't a virgin, but she was still very tight. Perhaps due to nervousness, her body was stiff throughout the entire process. Having sex in the water was exhausting, the positions were awkward, and there was little pleasure. You also had to avoid being noticed, so you couldn't move too much. I penetrated her like that for over half an hour, without any pleasure or ejaculation. Eventually, I even felt it wasn't very interesting anymore, so I said to her, "Okay, you can go now." She looked at me in surprise, as if she didn't quite believe me. Hehe, I said, "You didn't get much pleasure from it, did you? It wasn't very fun." Only after getting my confirmation did she hurriedly walk away.

I've harassed countless women on the beach, but in all these years, I've only actually penetrated this one. It seems it wasn't very successful; I used both threats and inducements, but I still didn't get any pleasure. However, the harassment itself was quite exciting, so I'm writing it down to share with everyone.

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