Before the booking arrived, I had no idea about this magical place. A small island in the North Sea, 17 kilometers long and only 500 meters wide with one of the most beautiful beaches I’ve ever been to. The entire length of the island, wonderfully white, fine and powdery.
Five days of erotic adventures on the North Sea beach
Would I like to go to this small island with Hans for five days? Relax, swim in the sea, experience erotic adventures?
I don’t know the island, I don’t know what to expect – so yes, absolutely.
I love embarking on little adventures like this.
It just got better and better…
July 21 was the day.
I was supposed to meet Hans on Juist, he would pick me up at the airport by coach.
Carriage?
Yes – really. Because there are no cars on Juist. Everything from the transportation of all things, the island bus, the airport cab and even the garbage collection is done by horse-drawn carriages. It got better and better…
The flight was the first highlight. An eight-seater plane flew from Norddeich over the North Sea to Juist in just a few minutes. The approach to the island was unbelievably beautiful. Blue skies and a view of the seemingly endless beach.
Completely ruined
Hans was at the airport as promised. He stood there with a tan, hugged me as a matter of course and led me to the coach. In seconds, I felt like I was in another world.
On the way to the Kurhaus hotel right on the beach, Hans told me about his great love for this island. He must have been there a hundred times, he said, and was completely addicted to Töwerland, the magical land, as the locals call Juist.
I felt the magic…
Hans was a great storyteller and I enjoyed the way he held my hand on the carriage ride.
“You feel the magic of the island – or you don’t. I feel sorry for those who don’t feel it,” he said.
I felt it.
He kissed me like no one ever had before
The hotel was beautiful, as was the suite for Hans and me. The sea was less than 50 meters away. We were standing on the balcony drinking champagne when Hans gently embraced and kissed me. He kissed me with strength and intensity, with lust and tenderness, with longing and excitement.
We fell over each other
I got wet and wanted him. Right now. With the window open, the sound of the sea and the seagulls singing in the background.
We literally fell over each other in bed.
Hans spread my legs and licked me with the same lust and intensity, with the power and passion with which he had kissed me.
His tongue thrust into me, circled my clitoris, he sucked on me – it was incredible.
I came. Once, twice, three times…
He turned me around and took me from behind
But that was just the beginning. Hans turned me around and took me from behind. He slid into me and I screamed with lust. It was so incredibly hot. I lost all sense of time with this man who was so passionate, who loved me so much in the moment, who took and gave with all the intensity in the world.
I don’t know how many times I came that night until we fell asleep next to each other – but it was amazing every time.
“Let’s go for a walk on the beach after breakfast,” he suggested. The sun was shining into the room, a warm wind was blowing, the sea was shining. Wow, yes. I wanted to.
“Prepare yourself for a few surprises,” he said.
The most incredible sex adventure began
Hand in hand, we walked barefoot along the sea. The crashing waves to the right, beautiful white dunes on which the grass swayed in the wind to the left.
We only met a few people and they became fewer and fewer.
After about a kilometer, Hans led me to the dunes. We walked a little way in. There was a small dune hollow in front of us. The view was breathtaking – but no one could see us.
Hans spread out a large towel, looked me in the eye and said: “By the time we get to the end of the island, I want to love you five times, take you, be taken. I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time. Would you like to join me?”
I did – and how!
His fingers thrust into me
We both looked out to sea and Hans pushed my panties aside and pushed two fingers into me. No problem, because since I’d been on the island with this man, I was always wet – and ready. He let his fingers circle inside me, pushed them in, pulled them out. I moaned briefly and came explosively. In my convulsions, he penetrated me and thrust. Hard, hard, then soft, then hard. Without cumming, he pulled out, took my hand and we went on…
The second time he squirted
We walked on, hand in hand, not saying a word. We enjoyed the closeness to each other, the intensity of the moment.
After another kilometer on this incredibly beautiful beach, we disappeared into the dunes again.
This time Hans skillfully took off my bikini.
We lay on the towel. “Turn around,” he says. He took a tube of lube from his beach bag and rubbed it into my anus. I moaned with lust. His fingers played around my opening as if he had guessed how much I loved being pleasured anally. The best way for me to come.
He played around my anus
He carefully widened me with his fingers. His fingers took possession of me tenderly but purposefully. I held my bottom out to him and he understood immediately. He pulled his fingers out and slid his hard manhood inside me. Incredibly horny. He immediately penetrated me to the hilt – it was effortless and felt incredible. This man knew how to take me anally perfectly. He varied the speed and depth of his thrusts masterfully. He released himself inside me with a huge moan of pleasure. And I came with him.
Prostate massage in the dune sand
You’ll have guessed it: After another 30 minutes of strolling along the beach, we went back to the dunes. Never before had I had such extravagant sex in such short intervals and never before had my desire increased more and more within a few minutes. I was excited.
As we lay there, Hans kissed me again with this incredible energy that I had never experienced with a man before.
Then he took the lube, applied it to my finger and this time guided it to his anus.
As I said, I think anal is fantastic – with me and with him.
This time I took him with my fingers.
I penetrated him and he moaned deeply and passionately. My fingers found his prostate and I started to massage it. Yes, I wanted to milk him, to see the juice slowly flowing out of him, to increase his pleasure to infinity.
Hans loved it. He let himself fall completely while I played with him with my fingers.
We were both in a trance. His moans and his excitement, his sperm, which ran out of him after a few minutes, excited me so much that I came without touching him. It was incredible.
At our fourth stop in the dunes, Hans took a bottle of champagne and two glasses out of his bag.
We sat completely naked in the dunes, the wind caressing our bodies and we drank – the whole bottle.
We started to caress our bodies and kiss each other. Nothing else. We just touched each other. Looked at each other, kissed each other. It was so beautiful, so natural. So arousing and calming. Simply beautiful.
We stood up and I had the feeling that no orgasm in the world could be more beautiful than this intimate moment of tenderness. That’s how wrong you can be.
We both felt like we were walking on air. Completely clear and fresh, we walked naked with our feet in the water. It was amazingly warm and despite the incredible beauty here near the end of the island, there was no one else around.
This time we didn’t make it to the dunes. At the edge, Hans took me in his arms and gently pressed me into the sand. Without a word, he penetrated me and thrust with a passionate ferocity that made me relive the past hours.
And we screamed with lust
We rolled through the sand, I rode him, then he lay on top of me. He turned me over and took me from behind. We screamed with lust. Would anyone come – see us?
It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter at all. He inside me was the only thing that mattered. I wanted him to fuck me to the end of the world. And he did.
The intensity, the depth of the feelings, the orgasms – I hadn’t experienced any of that before. And neither had Hans.
At some point we walked on. Hand in hand.
At the end of the island there was a small farm, the Bill. A beautiful place that Hans loved very much. He ordered chicken soup and raisin stout with butter – to this day I’m sure I’ve never eaten better in my life.
Hans and I made a date: For next July on Juist.
Because now I’ve fallen for it too: the magic of Töwerland.
