The day was bright and the skaters were racing along the concrete path that followed the beach. There was plenty of female eye candy elsewhere.

I could have girl-watched at the mall, say, and scoped the same percentage of attractive women.

But what made the skaters so alluring to me was that they were out here under the sun, exerting themselves, breaking a good healthy sweat. As they whipped by, I could see the damp T-shirts they wore. I eyed the firm backsides in their tight skating shorts and knew that perspiration trickled in the sweet valleys of those luscious asses.

I could even sometimes smell their sweat as they passed the bench, and that sent me into a fury of arousal. My cock was like iron in my pants.

I wasn’t obviously ogling anybody, however. And I sure as hell didn’t make any unwanted comments. I could observe and appreciate these women without being an asshole about it. I wasn’t doing any harm, just appeasing my particular kink.

The thing that turned me on most in the world was a sweaty, athletic woman, one who exerted her body, who taxed her muscles until her flesh was oily with her efforts. Then I wanted to lick and suck and fuck her. There was nothing better.

I had discovered this odd fetish (was it really odd?) by accident while in college. I’d had a crush on a girl who wouldn’t give me the time of day. But there was another young woman who always seemed to be hanging around me.

She didn’t really blip on my radar, or else I was too caught up in my crush to notice her. One day I took my frustrations out on an empty basketball court, jumping around, making shots, trying to burn off excess hormonal energy.

Then the hang-around woman showed up. Her name was Hallie. She challenged me to a game of one-on-one. I threw myself into the game, figuring competition would be even more distracting.

But something happened as the game went on. Hallie gave it her all. She was wearing a sweatshirt and shorts. Her forehead started to shine with sweat. Her sweatshirt got damp under the armpits and at the neckline. I got a good whiff of her as we fought over the ball, each trying to block the other’s shots.

We got very near one another. Our bodies brushed. Her slick flesh grazed mine. Pretty soon my cock was swelling, and I was seeing Hallie in a whole new light.

Dribbling the ball, she noticed my aroused state. “Are you just happy to see me, or are you really happy to see me?” She grinned.

I tried to cover up, but it was hopeless. This sweaty girl I’d barely paid attention to before now had me totally turned on. She invited me back to her dorm room. She asked if I wanted her to shower first. I said hell no.

When we were naked and rolling around on her bed, her scent filled me up. I licked the sweat off every part of her. I ate her pussy and ran my tongue up her slick ass crack, even delving her sweaty-salty butthole.

By the time I was actually fucking her, I knew a deep change had happened to me that day. I had discovered something within me I’d never known was there before. I realized then that I was one of those people, somebody who got sexually aroused by something “unusual,” like people who were seriously into feet or latex gloves.

But I promised myself that I would never let myself feel guilty about my kink. My desire was natural, I told myself. Also, that time with Hallie cured me of my crush on the unavailable woman.

These days I liked to come to the beach, which was only a block or two from where I lived. I liked to watch the women fly by. It wasn’t easy creating situations where I could fuck someone who’d just finished a workout or other strenuous activity. When I was up front about my fetish, it sometimes turned a woman off. Still, I made no apologies for who I was.

The beautiful bodies continued to stream up and down the path beneath the hot sun. I saw the sheens of perspiration, the wringing-wet sport clothes, and felt desire raging in me.

Suddenly a skate scraped the ground right in front of my bench. I looked up, shading my eyes. A slim but athletic woman stood there, gazing directly at me with a half-grin on her very pretty face.

“See anyone you especially like?” she asked.

“Pardon me?”

“I see you here a lot, on this same bench. I’ve been up and down twice today and figure you must be clocking all the lovelies. That’s cool. I wondered if you’d noticed me.”

If I hadn’t I sure noticed her now. She was taut as a bow, with a trim musculature. She wore bikini bottoms instead of shorts and a midriff-baring T-shirt. Her skin glistened with dampness.

It didn’t take much flirting. She was inviting herself to come back to my place before I could get the words out. We went there, her skating along the street beside me.

Inside my apartment she stepped out of the skates. Before I could make a move, she threw her arms around me and pressed her mouth against mine.

I tasted her sweat as her tongue thrusted past my lips. I felt the full slick length of her firm body. When our kiss broke, she said, “You want me to clean up? Am I too dirty for you?” But there was knowing amusement in her voice.

She knew. She understood. And she was okay with my kink.

“I like my women sweaty,” I said, leading her into the bedroom. My cock was throbbing crazily now. I shucked my clothes. She started to peel off her T, but I took over. I ran my hands over the moist fabric. I squeezed her lush tits through the material. Then I slowly drew it up over her head. Before tossing it to the floor, I buried my face in it, inhaling deeply. Her scent was sharp, vivid, feminine.

She grinned at my display. She stood there and let me untie the bikini bottoms. Her eyes lit with unmistakable lust as she watched me breathe in the sweet musk of her drenched spandex. I smelled her sex aroma mixed with the sweat. Excitement burned wildly in me.

She laid down on my bed, arms and legs open. I laid down with her and we resumed our kiss. It was furious this time, a mad tangling of tongues, mouths grinding hard. I pressed her lips against her teeth.

The heat of her exertions still rose from her like a mirage on a desert highway. I was dizzy with it. I licked at the hollow of her throat and got the first pure taste of her perspiration. It stung my tongue like nectar of the goddesses.

I licked further down to the heaving mounds of her tits. Excitement had her breathing hard. I put my mouth over one nipple, then the other, sucking on them. Her buds were tight stiff points and she made little cries of pleasure when I nibbled on them.

There was so much shimmering flesh. I wanted to taste every inch. I detoured to her underarms, wanting her true raw flavor. She giggled but didn’t stop me. I felt shameless. This strange woman understood and accepted me.

I moved down to her tight belly. I lapped at the flat pan of her abdomen. When I flicked my tongue into her belly button for the tiny puddle of sweat there, she squealed with delight.

When I slipped down between her outspread legs, I couldn’t help but take the time to lick her smooth inner thighs. She writhed slowly at my touch. My tongue was alive with her tang. Her dampness was all over my face.

Finally, I faced the glorious hairless swell of her pussy mound. I shivered with desire, my cock oozing a steady stream of pre-come.

Again I breathed her in, taking that ripe scent. I unfurled my tongue once more and traced it up and down her outer lips. She quivered. Her heat continued to draw me. I slipped the tip of my tongue past her folds and felt her inner warmth. Her juices were flowing.

I slipped my cupping hands beneath her ass and angled her pussy further toward my face. I jammed my tongue into her now, spearing her deep. Her hot oil coated my tongue and trickled into my throat. It was intoxicating.

I mashed my mouth down on her, my lips on hers. My nose was flat against her wet cleft. My tongue coaxed the slick nub of her clit. She was already responding. I felt her pulsing, so I worked her harder.

Her thighs closed tightly around my shoulders. Her hips bucked. I continued to cup the two swells of her ass as she rocked back and forth. Her hands clawed the bedspread on either side. She came in my mouth. Her fluids splashed over my tongue. I drank what she gave, savoring every last drop.

But I wasn’t done licking her yet. I lifted her ass. Her legs rose and she helpfully drew her knees back toward her shoulders. She was very flexible.

Folded halfway back like that I could finally taste the vale dividing her butt. Fearlessly I put my diligent tongue to it. I tasted her deep essence now. It was like a triple dose of her flavor.

When I licked her asshole, she cried out and whipped through another orgasm. She fell limp afterward.

But her eyes opened wide again as I climbed up on top of her. I set my aching cock to her well-licked pussy and pushed inside. She took me eagerly. Her arms went around my shoulders. She pulled me down into another kiss, unafraid of the residue on my tongue.

I stroked into her. I went on instinct. I sped up, I slowed, I increased speed again. Our bodies came together with sweet fleshy smacks. She built toward another orgasm. We didn’t rush it. My own pleasure gathered, then became overwhelming.

I drove my cock deep into her pussy. When she started bucking again, I went with her. I shot a huge load. Afterward, we made plans to make this a regular thing.