Alice TK - On The Beach

 The beach wasn’t exactly crowded, but Alice and Mike could only find one good spot to set up their stuff without being too far from the water, or being blocked by too many other couples. It was a nice, slightly more inclined spot.
 
Alice was hefting both her wooden beach chair and the large umbrella with much greater ease than a woman of her lithe build should have. Most people didn’t really seem to notice, or if they did, they didn’t comment. Mike, meanwhile, followed his wife while lugging a cooler and two towels. When they finally reached the spot, Alice planted the huge umbrella triumphantly in the sand. As she opened it up, she positioned it to form almost an half-tent to shade them from the sun.
 
Alice unfolded and positioned the heavy beach chair to one side. Mike set the bag behind the chair with a slight huff, and took the time to lay out one towel on the chair, and the other on the sand next to it. As he did so, the sand suddenly shifted beneath the towel to form a recliner shape.
 
“Thanks honey,” he said with a smile.
 
“Don’t mention it,” she said, smiling back. Then, a bottle of beer slid itself from her bag and landed in her hand. The cap twisted itself off, and she reclined in her chair, taking a long swig and giving a contented sigh.
 
Mike glanced around nervously, making sure no one saw. That was a bit more blatant a display of power than shifting some sand under the cover of the umbrella and a blanket.
 
“Careful,” he said, warily. “You know what she said about displaying your powers.”
 
His wife chuckled. “Oh, honey, relax. I’m keeping an eye out. Besides, nobody noticed me lugging this stuff over here. You know no one is going to see me unless I make a big, blatant spectacle.”
 
Mike nodded. That seemed to be true. Alice had used her newfound telekinesis in public before. Little things like snatching a napkin from the napkin holder at a restaurant without actually grabbing it. Pressing the pedestrian button for an intersection before she reached it, so the light changed just as she was reaching the curb. Floating her keys out of her pocket to place in her hand.
 
No one but her husband ever seemed to notice. Granted, she was careful to act when no one seemed to be looking. But it was almost freaky how close she could come, and still never get caught.
 
Of course, she limited her more outrageous feats of mind over matter to when they were truly alone, such as at home, or in the woods near their house, or in the car when there wasn’t much other traffic.
 
But Alice was feeling rather bold today. He could see the glint of mischief in her eyes that morning, when she suggested they go to the beach. He wasn’t about to deny her some fun, but at the same time, his telekinetic wife was increasingly getting to be a handful.
 
Or more accurately, she kept getting handfuls of him!
 
As she settled into her seat, Alice gave a contented sigh. “This is really nice.”
 
“Yeah,” said Mike. “I haven’t been to a beach in years.”
 
The two watched and listened to the waves on the sand for a few minutes. The beach was a decent size, but only had about a dozen other couples on it. Mike couldn’t help but find his eye drawn to the other smoking hot women in their bikinis. He felt his cock stir a bit, before he caught himself and forced his eyes to watch the waves.
 
He glanced to his wife, who didn’t give any outward indication she caught him looking. But before he thought he was in the clear, she spoke up, “I sensed that.”
 
Of course she did. In the six months since gaining her telekinesis, she had finely attuned her power to his cock. She could sense the slightest increase of his pulse through his organ.
 
“You know you’re the only woman for me,” he said, grinning.
 
“Oh, I know. And I don’t mind if you enjoy the view.” She looked up and glanced around, spotting a trio of bikini girls splashing in the shallows. She smirked. “Very nice.”
 
They were silent for a moment. Then Alice said, “Hey. I think you should take off your swimsuit.”
 
“What?” said Mike, eyes widening a bit. “Why?”
 
“Because it would be funny.”
 
Mike looked around warily. “But this isn’t a nude beach!”
 
“So?” she said.
 
“But…”
 
Alice flicked a finger up and Mike jumped as his body was lifted a few inches off the ground. Alice flicked her finger forward, and Mike’s swim trunks whipped down his legs and right off his body. She flicked her finger to the side, and the shorts tossed themselves to the other side of her chair. One final downward flick, and Mike was plopped back on his ass on his towel.
 
“Hey!” gasped Mike. “Alice!” He threw his hands in front of his crotch and looked around in a panic. Another finger flick, and Mike’s arms were forced away, pinned to the ground at his sides, baring him to the world.
 
“Alice!” he hissed. “I could get in trouble!”
 
“You worry too much,” his wife said, acting completely nonchalant. “Just don’t cause a scene, and no one will notice.”
 
Mike glanced about nervously, but no one seemed to be looking in their direction. The towel was bunched up a bit on the sides, the sand forming a dip he was sitting in, so from the profile view, a person might not notice he wasn’t wearing anything. Plus, no one could see him from the back thanks to the huge umbrella. As long as they weren’t close by, or looking at him straight on, he could probably get away with being nude. His cock was currently flaccid, and if he just raised his legs a bit, he could probably let it hide between his thighs.
 
Alice flicked her finger again, and Mike felt his legs forced down and slightly parted. He squirmed in his bonds. Her power was purely telekinetic, she couldn’t read minds, but she had immediately recognized his trick.
 
She let him sweat a bit, smiling at his nervous blushing. Then she decided to take things up a notch. She crossed her long, bare legs at the ankles, and began to bob her foot in the air, tapping her toes to an invisible beat.
 
Mike jumped. With every tap, he felt a little pulse go through his cock, a mystical flicker of power that coaxed him to harden. One tap, and his cock was stirring. Two taps, and his cock was going erect. Three taps, and it was racing to full hardness. Four taps, and it was surging to maximum tension!
 
“Ah! A-Alice!” he clutched the towel tightly as he gawked at his own cock and her tapping foot. His cock bounced in time to the movement. He was now as hard as could be, but he continued to feel the pulses of her power with every tap. His cock jumped excitedly as her telekinesis tickled every pleasure nerve in his organ. In just under a minute, he’d gone from flaccid to squirming and huffing as he shot straight towards orgasm!
 
“Alice!” he squeaked as he felt the cum readying itself to fly free. She was going to make him blow his load all over himself!
 
And then, when he was just one zap away from losing it, she paused her foot. She glanced at his cock and grinned. Mike squirmed and grit his teeth; his cock was dark with pressure, the veins bulging, and the skin tingling with sensitivity. He looked up at her, bug-eyed, both wanting her to finish him, and yet dreading it.
 
She waited until his tension finally started to cool off, his body easing down from the perilous precipice of climax. And then, just when his muscles started to relax, she tapped her foot once more.
 
Mike clenched his teeth and balled his fists, his body jerking as another zap brought him right back to the edge! She paused again, letting him cool down, then another foot-tap-zap, and he bucked.
 
She juggled him like that for another five minutes, keeping him just shy of the limit. Until he finally couldn’t take it any more and nearly yelled, “Fuck, just do it! Let me shoot!”
 
Alice grinned and uncrossed her legs. She got up and stood, positioning herself in front of him. He realized a few people were looking over towards them, and a hot flash of embarrassment went through him. He fought against Alice’s telekinetic grip on his wrists, wanting to cover himself, but she wasn’t letting him go.
 
She had positioned herself to just barely block the view of him, and the other beachgoers lost interest when the ruckus didn’t continue. Alice turned and smiled down at him. “I’m going to go for a swim. You should probably do the same and cool that puppy off.”
 
She then walked towards the water, leaving Mike pinned. He struggled, but couldn’t break her grip. He panicked as he saw a couple of girls walking in his direction, giggling to themselves. Just as Alice reached the water, and just as the girls were starting to get close enough to see him, her power suddenly released. Mike quickly jerked his towel awkwardly around him, causing a burst of sand to fly up.
 
The two bikini girls coming nearby made a little startled sound at the commotion, and saw Mike with his beach towel bunched up around his crotch. One girl eyed him suspiciously. “Are you okay there? What the heck are you doing?”
 
Mike was sweating in humiliation and panic. Red-faced, he said, “I… I… felt a crab… crawling up my leg!”
 
The two girls exchanged a glance and burst out laughing. “Careful dude! Don’t want to get your nuts pinched!”
 
“Haha, yeah,” Mike mumbled.
 
They walked off and Mike let out a sigh of relief. He hastily reached around the beach chair, and grabbed his swim trunks. His cock was still rock hard, and he struggled to fit it comfortably as he pulled them on. Right as he got it somewhat pinned by the waistband, he felt his wife’s telekinetic fingers grip his organ and lightly tug him towards the water.
 
Mike got to his feet, took a breath, and made a mad dash for the water before his wife could think of something else to do to him. He splashed into the cold water, looking for her. He could see her casually floating about fifty feet from the shore. As he paddled over to her, he felt invisible fingers slip beneath the waistband of his shorts. And a moment later, he lost them again. He jerked in the water, dipping his now bare butt below the surface. As his feet touched the sand, he realized he was already chest deep; it was more than enough to hide him, but he was now stuck in the water!
 
He looked down and tried to reach for his shorts. He saw them flash through the water, pausing to wave one leg at him cheekily, then jetting off towards the deep water like some kind of cloth stingray.
 
His face flush with frustration and embarrassment, he quickly half-paddled, half-tread water towards his wife.  She was floating a little too easily on the surface, like she was actually lying on a very thin, invisible raft that only dipped about an inch of her beneath the water. More telekinesis, of course.
 
She gave him a loving smile. “Glad you could make it!”
 
He grimaced. “You better bring those back!”
 
“Oh, relax, no one’s going to notice you out here,” she said, exasperated.
 
“Well… well, you… you’re not supposed to litter in the ocean!” he stammered.
 
She blinked beneath her sunglasses, then laughed. “So fine me. I already let go of it, and the current swept it away. I don’t know where they went.”
 
Mike’s eyes widened. At the same time, his cock, which the cool water had only barely started to soothe, surged with renewed tension.
 
“Alice!” he hissed. “Look, I don’t mind you playing around, but out in public like this? It’s too far! You’re going to get us in trouble!”
 
Alice smirked and used her power to lower her shades a bit, and peer at him over the rims. He felt her power enveloped his cock; with a subtle tweak of his nerves and vessels, she coaxed his erection to the absolute maximum. He was so hard, it almost hurt, and he felt briefly faint as all the blood in his body seemed to rush towards his cock! He started to curl up in the water, fighting to keep his breathing under control, but he felt her power grip him, keeping him steady and keeping his head above the waves.
 
“You worry too much,” she said, replacing her glasses and lying back to enjoy the sun.
 
She moved his body and positioned him behind her, then pulled him up by his cock until he was flush against her. Since she was barely touching the water, she was now basically lying on top of him. His face was buried in her hair, but was being held just above the water so he could still breathe. Meanwhile, he felt her power, like invisible hands, guide his cock upward.
 
His eyes widened as he felt the tip slide down her ass crack until it was able to slip up between her thighs. She pushed him firmly upwards, and his cock head poked out from between them, his organ trapped between her pussy and inner thighs. He couldn’t see it from this angle, but he felt his cock head strain against the inside of her swim suit; she was using her power to keep the front part in place, but the back part held down to accommodate him.
 
He felt a surge of panic as she subtly moved him, slowly making him thrust. She let out a sigh and he could feel she wasn’t just wet from the water. His cock was so hard and sensitive and teased, the feel of her flesh had him shooting to the edge again.
 
This time, she didn’t stop stimulating him. But she still wasn’t letting him release. Her telekinetic power over any given object became stronger and more fine-tuned the more she manipulated that specific thing. And she had used her power on his cock nearly every day since gaining it. Her control over his organ was absolute.
 
With surgical precision, right as he was about to fill her bikini bottom with his sperm, she pinched off just the right muscles and blocked the flow of his semen. Mike’s whole body locked up and he jerked in place under her; her telekinetic grip on his body only allowed him tiny little thrusts, but he bucked his hips up between her thighs as hard as he could, desperate to complete the orgasm she had locked him in.
 
And then, as the pressure became too much, she parted her legs just enough, and pushed his cock inside her. She let out a gasp, as he let out a loud groan. Keeping her bikini bottom in place to just cover their actions, she let him thrust the few inches he could reach from this angle, while she played with her clit using her own power. She reached down and clutched at his sides, gritting her teeth and huffing as her helpless husband was forced to fuck her right there in the water.
 
They were far enough away from the beach that no one heard them, and if anyone looked, they were angled such that they probably couldn’t even see Mike beneath her. But anyone who really looked would see Alice trembling in place and throwing her head back. She had to telekinetically clamp her own jaw shut as she cried out in pleasure.
 
Mike, still held right at the screaming edge of orgasm, was going out of his mind! The pleasure was too much, his body was out of his control, all he could do is thrash and whimper beneath his powerful, wickedly erotic wife as she used him for her pleasure. She moved his body for nearly three minutes, during which time she reached two shuddering climaxes; even with her mouth shut, she almost screamed too loud.
 
And then, she was pushing him away from her, pulling his cock from her body. And once he was free, she squeezed his cock with her power to simulate the feeling of her pussy still riding him, while she released her hold on his climax.
 
She had to clamp his mouth shut as well as he let out a muffled shout nearly as loud as her own. A small cloud of semen bloomed in the water, like an octopus’ ink spray. He shook and shuddered and his cock clenched so hard, he thought he was going to pass out!
 
She kept him afloat as he hung there, utterly drained. When he started to stir again, she turned and grinned at him. “See? Totally worth it. No one saw us.”
 
“Th-this time…” he said, his voice a bit shaky. Obviously she was right, but he wasn’t ready to completely concede defeat.
 
She rolled her eyes. He felt something slide up his legs and secure itself over his waist. His swim trunks. She hadn’t lost them after all.
 
Alice let herself sink beneath the waves and swam towards the shore, tugging him along. He was too wiped out to make a convincing show, and only halfheartedly moved his arms in a mimicry of swimming. When they reached the shore, Mike was only able to keep walking with her help, until he collapsed on the towel.
 
Alice lay stretched out on the chair again, and sighed in contentment.
 
“So, where should we play next?” she said.
 
Mike, who still felt drained from his tremendous orgasm, said, “In bed. Tomorrow.”
 
She chuckled and he felt a little psychic zap to his half-hard cock, which made it briefly swell. “How about in the car? In one hour?”
 
Mike swallowed nervously, but slowly nodded. For his wife, it was a reasonable compromise.