Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 56: Passionate Beach erotic romance - Part One

Episode Date: May 4, 2021

Jane had always lived a 'normal life' until in desperation she responds to an online advert for an artists muse. She now finds herself on a tropical island, with money in the bank, and not a clue what is expected of her by the mysterious artist she has never even spoken to. What will she had to do to earn the money that is already in her account?So you can enjoy even more intense sensual pleasure, just follow this link to the VIP club, https://wyldeinbed.com/vip-clubs/

Please remember this is an adult's only podcast and does contain some very sensual themes. So please only listen to this podcast if you are happy to explore your deepest sensual fantasies with me and are of a suitable age. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. Your destination for salacious stories. sensual satisfaction and finger-licking good fantasies now as you enjoyed tonight's little story well part one part two maybe part three coming up but for tonight it's part one and you know you can enjoy even more intense pleasure and endless satisfaction by coming to see me at wildesires.com

where you can test ride your own erotic fantasies and just for coming. You can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just loosen any clothing where you never know. Put your earbuds in, close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice moving over and inside you.

And when you're ready to enjoy deep sensuous pleasure, just go ahead and take a deep breath and hold it for a moment. And then release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next 40 minutes or so, it's just you in my voice. This is your time, your time to rely. Your time for sensuous satisfaction.

Your time to release that in a woman. As you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body, as you enjoy tonight's show. Jane stood on the beach, letting the warm sensation of the sun kiss sand, caress her feet. As a tide washed in, it built a welcome brush of cold, clean, ocean water over her feet,

somehow making the whole experience more surreal and sensuous. Looking at her phone for at least a hundredth time in two days, she reread the email confirming that the payment of $10,000 had been made into her account. Mentally she had to pinch herself again. Less than a week ago, she was trying to negotiate with her landlord over her unpaid rent under threat of eviction. Now where she was stood on a tropical island with $10,000 in the bank and enjoying a rather nice alcoholic drink.

Looking out to the distant horizon, she found her mind drifting back to when she first read the advert online. Broad-minded artist muse needed for Caribbean vacation, wanted for companionship and inspiration only, $10,000 payable in advance. It had seemed fairly innocent at the time, although that could have been helped by the margaritas lined up on the bar, and the council of her best friend, Louise,

who was admittedly a lot wilder than she was. but here she was, awaiting the arrival of this artist and to find out exactly what she had gotten herself into. Finding a large rock to sit on to enjoy the view and relax with possibly the most impulsive choice of her life. Lost in the airborne flow of the tide and the gentle caress of the sun. It might have been minutes

or maybe hours that passed before she heard a deep, voice speaking gently in her ear. Jane, I presume. His voice jolted her back into reality. Damn this soft sand. She hadn't even heard him approach. Turning, she would have fallen off the rock had he not had the lightning reflexes to grab her hand, holding her securely with his strong, long fingers as his sensuous lips spread into a broad smile. How many of the those of you had. He said, his velvety undertones washing over her body. Just the one? She muttered, her eyes falling upon the most sparkly blue eyes she had ever seen. He had such a sensuous feel to his eyes. She had to resist to gasp. His smile broadened, accentuated by the

stubbly beard around his jawline. After he helped her from the rock, she said, drew herself up to her full height, but she still had to tip her head upward to look at his face. His broad chest making it even more difficult to see him fully. I'm Nick, and I'm glad you could come, he said gently. Would you like another drink, as that one seems to have spilled somewhat? Then we might have a chat about what exactly will happen on this vacation. Still mesmerized by his eyes, it was all Jane could do to nod. Maybe another drink would help break whatever spell this was. She followed obediently as he led her over the sand toward the beachside bar.

She didn't even hear what he ordered for them both to drink. But from the first sip, she could tell it was decadent and intoxicating. As they moved into a quiet seating area away from the main bar, they made small talk about the journey to the resort, how it was so different from her city living lifestyle. Until he finally said, So, let's talk about this vacation. Jane still couldn't believe that she had come all this way

and didn't know the details of what was expected of her, apart from companionship and inspiration. He smiled as he said. You can leave any time you like. Flights off the island are every day. If you decide it's not for you, then we can shake hands. You can keep the money and return home. If you decide to stay, then I promise you an experience like no other.

He studied her for a moment before continuing. I'm part of a group of artists who meet every year for a week of creative inspiration. It largely involves dancing around the fire, talking, telling stories. Mostly we have muses with us, but not everyone. We like people to bring a little more from the outside of our rather confined world, to bring reality into it and keep us grounded. You watched her again, obviously awaiting a response, and all Jane could manage was a feeble.

Okay. Taking that as the limit of a response, Nick continued. Sometimes things can get a little salacious. The art can become erotic and very physical. He paused for a moment, his tongue caressing over his lips, bringing carnal thoughts to life, that spread like a wildfire through a body. After the longest moment, he continued, You won't be expected to join in anything like that. If you want to, that is up to you. But for the next week, I would like it

if you just immersed yourself in the creativity of the week and speak as you see things. Bring your experience, it's your life into it. I can leave any time, definitely, and I won't be pushed into doing anything I don't want to. She muttered, trying desperately to sound sensible and ignore the sensations moving through her body and thoughts flickering through her mind.

You have my word. You have a return ticket, and it's open so you can use it any time you want. Jane's mind flickered back to the steel-packed suitcase in a room. Maybe it would just stay that way, just in case. Why not return to your room? Shower and relax.

It will be a couple of hours before most of the other artists arrive. Maybe I could pick you up about seven, and we could go to the opening night bonfire together. It's only a time to relax and enjoy ourselves, nothing else. It should also help make things a little clearer. And the sunsets here are just something you don't want to miss. Jane just nodded again. before Nick took her hand gently

and led her back to the beachside hotel. When they reached the foyer, he asked, Which rumour you in? The question shocked Jane out of her stupor. What the hell was wrong with her? She was sure she was drawing just by watching this man. Um, 36, she said. Wow, that's lucky, he responded.

I'm in 37. It means I won't have any problems finding your room. Taking both their key cards and thanking the receptionist, they walked down the bright and spacious corridor to their rooms. As they reached Jane's door, he slid the key card into the door handle and opened the door with a flourish before saying, I'm just next door if you have any questions.

As the door slid quietly shud, shut behind Jane. She suddenly felt free of his presence. Walking past the suitcase in the middle of the room, she collapsed on the bed, staring at her ceiling, trying to make sense of the past hour, of the past week. It must be jet lag, she muttered to herself, I'm tired from the flight, completely ignoring the fact that the flight had only been three hours long. and she had slept most of the way. She comforted herself with her logic, nonetheless. The alcohol must have been way stronger than I thought,

and with the sea air, it must have made me soporific. She affirmed quietly, desperately to rationalise her strange behaviour with this man, taking a moment to enjoy the cool breeze blowing through the open window. Jane couldn't help but drift back to the image of his eyes. That sparkle as he watched her, the way his tongue danced over his lips. Without warning, Jane felt a burst of arousal between her thighs. Her hands moved over her breast as she imagined his tongue teasing around her nipples,

dragging the edge of his teeth along them, pinching one between four finger and thumb, she felt the rush of arousal moving over her body. That sensation she had long-sinceasing, forgotten. Pushing her feet into the mattress, she lifted her pelvis up and lifted her skirt as her other hand dived between her thighs. Her pelvis moving up to meet her hand as she felt the cool sea breeze, caressing the white lace of her exposed panties. Gasping at the kiss of air, her fingers found the edge of her panties and dripping with desire.

She pushed her panties to one side, sliding her fingers along her folds, her legs pushing down hard on the mattress to every movement of her fingers. As she rubbed hard on the clit, alternating between pinching it and rubbing furiously with her fingers. In her mind's eye, she could see those eyes looking up at her. She could fill those lips sucking on her folds before his tongue flicked voraciously at her clit. And then the sensation of those fingers, thrusting between her folds, massaging the walls of her pussy as it clutched neatly on them. Her moans becoming louder with every thrust, going from a gentle moan to a hoarse groan, before the waves of pleasure embraced her fully and an orgasm exploded in her core as she cried out loudly.

Her eyes fixed on the gentle movement of the ceiling fan As it circled above her Panting Shocked at her own abandon She closed her eyes The image flickered back to life Of his smiling lips As he lifted himself from between her thighs

His trimmed beard glistening with her pleasure Before he sank his mouth onto hers And they indulged in the taste of her saturned Mowning gently with desire, Jane drifted to sleep, with dreams of beaches and bonfires and blue-eyed artists fueling her desires. A loud knock at the door woke her sharply, rolling over, Jane looked at the clock on the nightstand. Seven p.m.

Shit, she muttered. She'd only closed her eyes for a moment. Give me five minutes, please. She cried out in panic. She was never late for anything. Okay, come down to the bonfire on the beach when you're ready. You can't miss it. A muffled voice said from outside the door.

As she listened to Nick's footsteps disappeared down the corridor, she collected her thoughts before rolling out of bed. As she slipped her skirt off, the evening. The opening air kissed at her thighs, highlighting the sensation of dampness of her earlier orgasm that still caressed her soft skin. Already late, her shower was rushed and she grabbed the first wraparound skirt she could find in her suitcase before choosing the shirt next to it, along with fresh panties and bra. It wasn't exactly matching, but it would have to do.

smearing a generous amount of coconut body lotion over her body to cover any remaining fragrance. She slipped her feet into her sandals and left the room quickly, trying to adjust her hair in the wall-mounted mirrors as she walked down the corridor. As she stepped through the sliding doors of the hotel, she could already see the dancing tip of the flames

at the bonfire on the beach. The sound of music resonated gently, into the midnight air. A deep, vibrant sound that she could feel throbbing deep inside, as if it was rousing some long-forgotten animal within her. From the patio at the front of the hotel, Jane could just make out the water colour of the sunset beyond the fire.

Nick had been right about one thing. From what she could see, it was simply stunning. The sky was ablaze with oranges, yellows, reds and purples, as the veil of nights slowly descended over the sky. Not wanting to break the magic of the scene in front of her, Jane waited for a few moments before stepping down the wooden steps that led to the beach. Even through her sandals, she could feel the soft caress of the sand, cushioning every step,

every step taking her closer to the fire, and into that music that resonated across the sands. Eventually she stood on the outskirts of the circle of people gathered around the fire watching them curiously for a moment There were people playing various instruments For the sound that came through strongest was the sound of drums Their throbbing beat pulsating through Jane's body Watching the bodies move in time with the music

The flames at the fire casting a golden hue over them Men and women writhed at the command of the sounds, their silhouettes merging into new carnal shapes in the backdrop of the fire. Scanning the faces sat around the fire. She eventually found Nick chatting in a small group. Nervously, she made her way across the beach to him, his face lighting up, standing as he says. Hi Jane, I'm so glad you could make him.

kid, his hand moving to offer her a seat. I was a little worried I'd put you off earlier. He said with his broad, easy smile, spreading across his face as he winked knowingly to her. Turning to the group, he announced proudly, This is Jane, my muse for a few days. Indicating to each person in turn, he said, this is Mark. He's a tattooist. Gwyn here works as a receptionist, but is an up-and-coming material artist. Ron does beautiful things with clay, and last but not least is Louise, who can paint the most beautiful scenery. An anthem of various greetings emanated from the group. Their faces are pastiche of smiles in the firelight.

As Jane sat down, Mark and Gwyn excuse himself so they might dance. There was just something about watching them dance in the firelight, something so sensuous and passionate. Mesmerized by their movements. Jane didn't notice when Nick returned with two drinks, oblivious to him putting one in her hand. A gentle throb began moving through Jane, her thighs glenching gently, her core trembling with a hitherto unknown desire. Nick leaned in closer and whispered. This is all about relaxing for the week, letting go of the outside you.

Feel free to dance if you want. Jane just nodded, transfixed by the movements of the couple in front of her. As she watched Glynn slide her hands over Mark's chest, loosening his shirt, she felt drawn further into the dance. In response his hand moved over her breasts, unbuttoning her shirt.

The movement of her breasts in the firelight. It's just so erotic that Jane could not help but moan gently, squeezing her thighs together tightly. Her pussy clutching in perfect time with the music. Without realizing it, Jane had started brushing the cold drink over her wreck nipples, moaning gently as the cold stimulated the fire burning within them. her other hand dropping between her thighs, feeling the heat pressing through her skirt, the desire growing through her body.

Putting the glass down in the sand, she turned to Nick and said, Let's dance. Not waiting for a second request, Nick stands and led her by the hand to the edge of the fire. Slowly Jane began to sway to the sound of the music. the movement of her body accentuating the desire growing within her. The heat of the fire igniting her own heat. Her hands exploring Nick's firm chest, unbusting his shirt,

caressing over his erect nipples, his moans of desire bringing him closer to her. Her hands slipping over the plane of his stomach, feeling his erection through his pants. She squeezed it firmly. Nick's hands moved over her breast, pinching her nipples through the material of her shirt. The lace of her bra are accentuating the sensation, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his cock. She could feel it trembling with need.

Suddenly, a panic flowed over her. What the hell was she doing? She wants this strange man to fuck her right here, right now, in front of all these people watching. This isn't her. When the hell did she become such a hondock? Pushing herself away firmly. She turned and ran across the cooling sand toward the sea, panicking about this uncontrollable desire moving through her body,

reaching the lapping tide, the cool water kissing at her feet. Jane stopped for a moment, looking out at the horizon. Is this what she wanted? She wanted him, definitely. but in front of all those people? Could she really expose herself like this? This has to be the craziest thing she had ever done.

Suddenly strong arms are around her, embracing her. Nick's warm breath is caressing her neck as he whispers. Look, Jane, this place isn't about you doing anything you don't want to. It is about doing anything you do want to, but have felt that you can't in the outside world because of the restrictions of society. Jane relaxed into the security of his arms, the beating of his heart against her back,

as he continued. Just enjoy what you want to do, Jane. Don't feel obligated to do anything. To face him, she smiled gently. It's been so long, and I've never done anything publicly. Suddenly his hands were up and down her back, stoking her desire further. His firm body pressed tightly against hers.

It was all Jane could do to sigh as he held her chin and kissed her deeply. Their tongues danced as his fingers fed through her hair, massaging her scalp. The sensations electrifying her body. Caught in a wave of passion, Jane fumbled with his hair. his jeans, unzipping them before they fell to the sand, his hard cock pressing against her with need and desire, grasping him firmly. She kissed down his stomach before kneeling before him, and teasing along the length of his cock with her tongue. The cold sea water caressed between her thighs, kissing her warm throbbing pussy, accentuating the ache she felt in her core.

Looking up, she watched his face moving in raptures of pleasure as her fingers cradled his ass cheeks, massaging them, before sliding her lips down the entire length of his cock slowly, immersing herself in the excitement of feeling him get even harder in her mouth, his erect cock pulsing as her tongue danced around his girth, sliding her mouth up and down his length, teasing him with the edge of her teeth. Nick started to thrust gently into her mouth, threatening the back of her throat as his body tensed.

Looking down, he slid his cock from her mouth before laying down on the sand, taking her hand and pulling her over him. Jane reached down and gently massaged his firm erection, stroking it as she teased it along the edge of her panties, feeling it throb against her furrow. folds as she slid her panties to one side, guiding him inside, watching his eyes glistened in the last of the daylight, as his body arched slightly before he pushed his hips up to fill her completely. For a moment, they were absolutely silence, absorbed by the feeling of his hard cock filling her

needy pussy completely. Nick lifted his fingers to her hair, stroking through it, before caressing down her face, her neck, and then rubbing her wrennipples between his finger and thumb as he started to push his hips up, thrusting into her with determination, the length of his cock rubbing along her clit, forcing moans of pleasure from Jane's lips, moving her pelvis to meet his thrust. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself, rubbing her hands over his body, as she could feel his cock moving deeper and deeper inside of her. His trust becoming harder and harder, hearing him moan with passion, with need, almost grounding as he fucked her pussy, just fueled Jane's desire further, her own sensations growing as her pussy clutched at his

cock, as if it wanted to hold it inside her, never to let it go. She could hear an unfamiliar sound coming from her own lips. One of pure carnal lust as she rode his body harder and harder, his hips rising in perfect time to meet every movement of her pussy. Jane clutched at his chest as her thighs tensed. Her core throbbing as his hands moved down her stomach and rubbed her clit. The sensations were undeniable. She couldn't hold back as she turned her head skyward and screamed, Oh fuck Nick, I'm coming. His guttural moans becoming growls. His thrust deep in heart as his body tensed,

exploding warm cum inside her. As he growled. Oh shit, Jane! Her own body electrifying to the sensation of its warm cum inside her, her orgasm resonated through every cell. Her pussy grasped heart at his cock as her orgasm exploded through her whole body. Without waiting, he slid his cock from her pussy, sliding down the sand until his mouth sucked hungrily at her clit, his tongue flicking like a voracious animal. The waves of her orgasm continued to move up and down her body, getting faster and faster as he sucked her clit between his teeth.

Jane's fingers moved through his hair, pushing her pussy down against his mouth as she rubbed it over his beard. the tinkling sensation of his stubble, forcing another orgasm to grow through her body. Not wanting to restrain herself anymore, she rode his mouth without inhibition. Her strong thighs tensing around his head as the ache of her next climax, move through every nerve of her body. Grasping her breasts, she rubbed them firmly, her nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure to her core as her body exploded in another orgasm. Panting gently.

she slid back down his body Nick's hands moved back through her long hair pulling her lips down to his stopping him for a moment she lost herself in the depth of his eyes as she smiled with satisfaction at the glistening of her pleasure on his beard before she accepted his invitation to a kiss

tasting their pleasures combined on his tongue They kissed long and deep, surrendering to the pleasure of the night. After the longest moment, Jane rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slowing before whispering. Okay, I guess I'm relaxed now. Listening to the sound of his gentle laugh through his chest, she lifted her head and stared straight into his eyes. as she said, let's stay here for a while.

My sentiments exactly, he replied, before pulling her head back onto his chest, as they enjoyed the gentle caress of the night breeze, allowing it to take them wherever they need to be. Now, I hope you enjoyed that. Now on Friday we have episode two of Audio Secrets. where I will be delving into the creation of audiobooks and giving you the inside track. And next Monday. Well, next Monday, should we do part two of this story?

Should we make it even dirtier? What do you think? Do you think you could join me next Monday? And enjoy even dirtier stories? I do hope so. But for now, and always, with your pleasure in mind. This is Devlin Wild,

wishing you salacious dreams. Now, as you have enjoyed this show this evening, you can go ahead and subscribe to my podcast so you don't miss another salacious episode. And you know you can go ahead and visit me at wilddesires.com and grab your own free experiential erotic story just for coming. Thank you.