Chezza Luna In Masturbating On Beach While Being Watched

The sun hung high in the clear blue sky, its rays glinting off the sparkling waves of the secluded beach. The warm sand squished between the toes of Chezza Luna, a petite blonde bombshell, as she sauntered down towards the water’s edge. Her tiny white bikini left little to the imagination, barely containing her perky breasts and tight, toned body. She was undoubtedly the hottest thing on this stretch of sand today.

ButChezza wasn’t alone in her stroll. Peeking out from behind dunes and rocks, a handful of lucky onlookers had spotted her and were now shamelessly gawking. A navy seaman on watch high above on his ship binoculars trained on her every move. Two fishermen cast their lines with much less enthusiasm than they should have been for their next meal. Even the seagulls seemed to hover lower than usual, as if wanting a better glimpse.

Chezza may have looked oblivious, but a secret smirk played at her glossy pink lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, and just how much she was being watched. The outcome was inevitable. That’s what she lived for – pushing boundaries, teasing, tantalizing. Giving little glimpses, then pulling away before the climax, only to throw gasoline on the fire. Causing a raucous of lust, but never fully putting out the flames with satisfaction.

She set out a little towel on the sand and plopped down, cross-legged like a good girl. But she didn’t stay that way for long. Slowly, sensually, Chezza arched her back in the sun, stretching out her arms and legs over her head. Her bikini top rode up to expose the undersides of her breasts, rosy nipples like little cherries on top. What man could resist?

Dragging a hand through the sand, she slyly slid her fingers between her legs as the other cupped one of her breasts. The material strained against her chest as she kneaded it thoroughly. To the uninitiated viewer, they might have thought her just innocently sunbathing, but the little touches and caresses told a different story. Her hips began to gently rock and grind as her hand slipped into her bottoms.

Chezza was an expert tease. Even with how obvious her lustious behavior, she acted the part of any other sunbather. Her eyes closed in pleasure, though opened from time to time to catch a glimpse of her onlookers. Their faces hidden behind cameras and binoculars betrayed their watching of the show she put on. She could practically taste their arousal.

But she wanted more. Removing her top completely, she exposed her breasts to the world. There was no hiding now what she was doing. Her fingers stroked faster, circling, sliding, pressing, pushing. Her own eyes glazed over as her mind went numb, the only thoughts being more, more, more. Her other hand squeezed her breasts hard, pulling and tugging on her nipples. She lost herself in the carriage.

And just as she was about to tip over that edge, she stopped. Taking a deep breath, she checked herself, fully aware of the ruckus she was causing. Shrinks peeked out between their fingers like naughty children. Red faces glared at her from behind cameras. They all thought they would catch a glimpse of her climax, but she hid it. No cum facial for the horny onlookers, not this time.

Looks of disbelief crossed the faces of all witnesses as she gathered herself, toned down her activity, and finished her sunbathing like any other girl would. She rolled up her towel and walked away, wading into the cool ocean water to wash the moment away. She’s still naked, but to the sea, it didn’t matter.

Even though she didn’t finish, Chezza still felt immensely satisfied. The thrill of being watched, of causing such a disruption and distraction, was worth more than any orgasm in the world. As she waded deeper into the waves, laughter danced on the salty air. She didn’t look back to see the stunned looks coming from her watchers, knowing intimately the impact she left. And that was enough for her, for now.

Would she have another adventure soon? Perhaps on another beach, more daring than the last? Causing more commotion, collecting more shrieks of protest and gasps of intentional pleasure? You’d have to stay tuned to find out. This high-octane tease wasn’t close to stopping anytime soon.