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Surfing Sarah in Nazare

Mountains of water crawled across the ocean. Frothy peaks, foamy crescents. You could piss yourself in fear as you saw these mega waves, as though a tsunami had arisen. Ants lined the shores, people watching in fear as another ant on a stick rode the moving mountain. This was Nazare, the kingdom of waves, the domain of surfers. Only the bravest rode these gargantuan waves.

I had done my share of surfing in times past. I was a drifter, job to job, but I loved most working on the beach. Tourist season was in full force, pros and amateur surfers thronged the beaches. My buddies and I rented out surfboards and gear, it was a decent income. We had much business from Praia da Areeira and Praia do Salgado, and its surroundings, especially Nazare town itself. It was championship season.

Portugal is full of beautiful women, some of the best of God’s creation. I had my share of fun in the past, but I was in a long dry spell. I was looking inward, trying to find my way in life. Would I spend the rest of the days as a beach bum, hawking boards? Was there more?

It was through the corner of my eye that I first saw Sarah. She was a tall bronze Amazon warrior, clad in a one-piece swimsuit. She came into view surrounded by a huge group, clearly with the championship crowd. She laughed with her friends, and I stopped in my tracks. She had a perfect oval face and almost feline features. Her slanted oval eyes had grey-green irises and she saw me from a distance, gave a quick smile, and turned away. Her cute little button nose crinkled when she smiled, luscious lips shone in the sun. She had a pink flush on her cheeks, it was adorable. her long straight dark hair fell straight down her sides. Her wide hips willowed as she walked, and I noticed magnificent boobs under her suit, her sharp collar bones were divine. She had a slim figure and a magnificent ass, and long bronzed legs. I was in awe.

I went about my business but glanced once in a while. I just did not feel like leaving my comfort zone, even though she had awestruck me. It was a busy day in the stalls after all, rental boards flying out, as crowds anticipated the massive waves in a few hours. In one of my casual glances to look at her, I noticed her wincing uncomfortably as her forearm was being gripped by a tall surfer, clearly her boyfriend, who was muttering angrily at her as her eyes welled up in tears. I knew this fellow, he was a local champion, a blowhard arrogant piece of shit. The friend group was off, chattering, pretending not to notice her humiliation and suffering. A rage swelled in me, born from a childhood of watching my mom being hurt by my dad and the suffering of other women in my family.

I strode across the sands and reached them at a quick pace. I did not even skip a beat. I gripped the asshole's forearm and started to crush it, he fell to his knees instantly. I took it to breaking point. I spent hours in the gym daily and my grip strength was almost 150 lbs, insanely strong. He tried to swing a punch and I grabbed the other forearm and started crushing it. I could feel hairline fractures forming in his bones, his pain was incredible, and he was blubbering. I looked at him like death itself, and he knew I could kill him on the spot.

“I will fucking end you if I see you again,” I stated factually, calmly, emphatically.

He begged and pleaded but I did not let go, I let additional fractures form. I wanted him to remember. 200 people around us stood silent, not daring to interfere, knowing justice was being done, ashamed they were not the ones rendering it. The girl was standing aloof but slowly approached me and put a soft hand on my shoulder. I turned to her.

“Thank you. It's ok, I am ok, please let him go,” she pleaded, her lovely cat-like eyes pleading.

I yielded. The pig fell on the sand, unmoving. He was dragged off and I did not see him again, no one did. I had a reputation in the town, I did not kill folks but I incapacitated them. I brought people to a disabled state when they messed with me. But right now I wanted to make sure she was ok.

“You sure you are ok?” I turned to her. She smiled.

“I’m Sarah. Thank you so much,” she placed a hand on my forearm, and I gently touched the dark marks on hers. She winced a little. I took her back to the cabin applied ice, and then wrapped her bruises. She sat daintily on the stool, her lovely smooth curvy legs crossed, her pretty toes painted red. I gazed at her massive boobs rise and fall on her chest, some lovely nipples visible. She was watching me intently. We talked a while as I gave aid, an easy banter about the passion of surfing and the history of Nazare. It was her first time here, and she had been seeing the asshole for a few months, and the hurt started recently. Her eyes welled up again, and I wiped the tears, Sarah let me.

I walked her back to her friends, who thanked me too, and I retreated to my cabin, my friends jeering me and jabbing jokes. I brushed them off. I kept an eye on her for the rest of the day, then she departed with her friends. I kind of wished I had been more forward, but I was still lost.

The next day I was musing on the beach in the early morning. There were only a few folks around, it was hours before the competition. I was on my board, I had been out early surfing some smaller waves. I was wet and looked out over the water, thoughts flitted to Sarah.

“Hello stranger, how about a surf?” I heard her sweet voice and turned.

Sarah was wearing a lovely silver bikini and her curves stirred my cock. Her massive boobs pushed against her top, and her hips were so appealing. Her cat-like eyes gazed at me and she smiled. I stood and welcomed her, I even admitted I was thinking about her to make sure she was ok. She turned red and looked down.

“Let’s hit it,” I said and took her hand.

We ran into the waves. We barrelled up and down the water tunnels, smashed below, rising to life. We laughed revelling in life. We were strong, we were free, and the water was our playground. We rested and paddled next to each other, and at times I gazed into her eyes, lost. I began to feel things. We came ashore and shared a breakfast. I did not even bother going back to the store, we walked along the beach, and at a point, she took my arm, her boob pressed against my side, and my cock hardened. I felt so whole and less lost.

Towards sunset, I drove her to Praia de São Martinho do Porto, and we picnicked in a secluded spot on the hills overlooking the bay. We kissed as the sunset. She was ready now.

“Take me to paradise,” she said, leaning forward and whispering.

I grabbed her close and took her boobs out of her bikini top. The areola were dark and medium, tipped with magnificent nipples. They were so magnificent and hardened immediately. Her massive boobs were a wonder, I licked and kissed them all over. She moaned. I pushed her back on the picnic sheet and pulled her bikini bottom off, her sweet pussy came into view. I sucked and drank her juices, she was sweet like honey. I turned her over and kissed her ass all over, it was a work of art. I parted her ass cheeks and licked her cute little butt hole, she released a gasp.

I took her on my lap and she sat on my cock, I fucked her slow, she rose and fell, her sweet boobs in my face. Her cat-like eyes hypnotized me, I could not move. We kissed, I sucked her mouth, and nipples, and shoulders, and arms. I came inside her and my cock pulsed. Then I put her back on the pillows hips raised and I ate her pussy till she came, wet and sweet and gushing. We fucked several more times until we were spent.

Surfing Sarah in Nazare was a floating dream of pleasure. I was lost but she found me.