It was break, and we were spending a few nights at my boyfriend’s parent’s place. Naturally we both were hungry for some alone time. So off we go: “an excursion for fresh air”. We walked and talked, but that just wasn’t cutting it. Next thing I knew, a quiet kiss on the beach turned into a steamy make-out sesh, and a search for a private stretch to take it a step further.
There I was: butt naked, kneeling on the sand, giving the best head of my life, when my boyfriend yelped. My immediate thought was that someone had seen us, our deserted beach a dessert no more. But no, no human in sight. Then I locked eyes with a seal staring at us from a few metres away.
It was as if the fucker knew what he was doing. Had he crept up on us, or had he been there the whole time enjoying the show? One thing was clear, though: it was his beach. Maybe in return for our intrusion into his space he was treating our horniness as a private porno. Fair enough, I guess. After coming to terms with our newfound position as seal-watched porn stars we got back to business. A part of me was scared that if we stopped he would become more sexually frustrated than us and want in on it. As kinky as it sounds, I wasn’t quite prepared with a threesome with a seal. A sealsome, if you will.
You bet we finished.