A couple of years ago, I went to Tel Aviv, and after a night of drinking, I headed out to the beach.

When I began to feel the heat of the sun on my skin, I reached into my backpack for some lotion, and that’s when I noticed an Israeli beauty staring at me. I knew she was Israeli because she carried a TAR-21 over her shoulder, and in Israel women have to serve in the Israel Defense Forces for at least two years.

Besides her assault rifle, she wore a tiny red bikini top that barely covered her perfectly shaped breasts, and the tightest bikini bottom I’d ever seen, as evidenced by the camel toe she was sporting. She was with two uniformed soldiers with no identifying badges or patches to indicate which branch of the army they were from.

I rubbed on some sunscreen while staring back at her. She smiled slowly, looking me over like I was her favorite dish at an all-you-can-eat buffet. When I’d finished and she still hadn’t said anything, I stuffed my bottle and my towel into my pack, and headed over to the bar. I didn’t turn around even when I heard what sounded like some arguing in her group, but my Hebrew sucks, so I couldn’t be sure of what was being said.

At the bar I ordered a Stoli on the rocks and a bottle of water. Suddenly, she was standing to my left, without the TAR-21. In perfect English she said, “Hi, my name is Zivah.”

Zivah oozed sex from every pore. I’d never had so much trouble managing a hard-on, but she had me totally sprung, and ready to take her on.

“I’m David, and you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” She really was a stunning mix of Miss Universe, porn star, innocent girl, and assault-rifle-carrying beach beauty, all rolled into one hot package.

“I was watching you putting on sunscreen, and I very much liked what I saw,” she said, smiling.

“Really?” I said. “I can think of a much better use for sunscreen — or body lotion in general.” I shamelessly lowered my gaze to her boobs and the outline of her rock-hard nipples, before looking further downward and lingering on her curvaceous belly-dancing hips.

When I finally met her gaze again, the hungry look she’d given me on the beach was back, along with an air of expectancy. I knew then that it wouldn’t be long before I would fondle her breasts and lick her eraserlike nipples, while slowly peeling that second-skin bikini bottom down her long legs. I had to seal the deal.

“Would you like to go to my hotel room?” I asked, hopefully, but Zivah wanted to know what I’d meant by the lotion remark. “I don’t mean just a massage,” I said, “but you’ll find out when we get there.”

“No — no hotel room,” she said firmly. “A friend of mine lives nearby — we should go there.” She explained that she was a princess of one of the most important tribes of Israel. Then she pointed to the two uniformed soldiers.

“Those are my guards,” she said. “They will lose rank if they stop me though, so come with me quickly.”

Then she took my hand and started running toward the main road. I could hear the guards behind us, gaining ground. We reached an apartment building and Zivah quickly punched in a code, opened the door, and slammed it shut once we were inside.

“I’m so horny,” she said, her chest heaving with every breath. “Hurry — it’s just two flights up.”

She let go of my hand and started up the stairs. Before I could tell her how fine her ass was, she bent over, pulled her bikini aside, and showed me her already-wet pussy. Then she slid two fingers into her hole and said, “This is for making me so hot when you rubbed lotion all over your chest.”

I watched her finger-fuck her pussy, my cock getting harder all the while. She bent over even more, pushing her ass closer to my face, close enough for me to swipe my tongue over her juicy fingers. Then she stopped and continued up the stairs.

When she stopped in front of a door and punched in another code, I was kissing her neck and stroking my fingers along her labia, spreading her open, getting her honey all over my hand. She moaned, and I told her to take off her top. Once her tits were free, I rolled her nipple between my fingers and fingered her from behind, till her pussy was so drenched it made wet, squishy sounds. Her moaning got so loud I expected one of the other apartment doors to open at any moment. When she came, her orgasm was so intense that my fingers became saturated with her juices, and I practically had to hold her up.

I gave her a minute or so before pushing her through the open door. Strangely enough, the bed was huge and situated right in the middle of the apartment.

She lay on the bed, took off her bikini, and spread her thighs so wide that I could see her totally open, pink, sopping-wet pussy. I took off the only piece of clothing I had on — my swim trunks — and approached her with my long, thick, rock-hard cock, then made her lick my fingers so she could taste her own orgasm. She sucked my fingers dry and then begged me to let her suck my dick and fuck her in every position.

“Remember what I said about the body lotion?” I asked.

“Yes, but I don’t care — I just want your cock in my pussy,” she pleaded. “I want to squirt all over your cock! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!”

“Not yet, Zivah,” I said. “Do you have any lotion?”

She looked at me while I stood at the end of the bed, her legs spread wide, rubbing her wet pussy and swollen clit, 100 percent ready to be fucked. “There,” she said, pointing toward a door while rotating her hips.

I found some body lotion that suited my purposes, but I knew I had to hurry. Zivah was so horny, she’d probably make herself come again if I didn’t get started. When I came back, Princess Zivah had stopped softly rubbing her pussy and was hardcore fingering her wet cunt.

“I almost never have a boyfriend,” she said, while looking directly at my cock. “Fuck me!”

“I will,” I said. “But first I’m going to lay down, and I want to watch you treat this lotion like it’s filled with my sperm. Drizzle some on your tits and face while you look at me.”

She looked at the bottle and started to smear the milky-white lotion all over her breasts while grinding her cunt against my thigh, and before I knew it she had me believing I was looking at her sweaty tits covered with my jizz.

“Put some on your lips and chin,” I said. She did and it was awesome, and I found myself wishing that I’d brought my digicam, or at least my phone. Then I let her assume the sixty-nine position and told her I was not going to make her squirt until she’d used up the entire bottle.

“Put your horny ass and pussy a foot away from my face and let that stuff run all over your asshole and pussy,” I said. “And then I want you to finger-fuck yourself as close to my face as possible. And if you really think you’re the sexiest woman on the planet, you’ll try to make me nut against the ceiling without even touching my cock, okay, Zivah?”

“Oh, yeah!” she crooned. “That’s so hot!” She squirted half the bottle on her ass crack, using her left hand to keep her balance. I watched the lotion drip slowly over her ass, and when it reached her pussy, she started fingering. It was like watching a porno up close — so hot, and she was saying the craziest shit. She was really into it, working her fingers in and out, faster and faster. She came so hard and it was so awesome that I almost shot my load, but I managed to keep it together while she got off.

Then she turned around, sat down on my chest with her pussy close to my face, and poured the remaining lotion over her belly and vulva.

That was too much for me. I flipped her over and started fucking her face. It didn’t take long for me to fill her mouth with my come. And just the sight of her with my jizz running down her chin kept me hard enough to pull her toward the edge of that huge bed, prop her legs up over my shoulders, and give her the hardcore fucking she’d been begging for. She screamed when she came, and as soon as she was ready, she sucked me hard again. We fucked in every position I could think of, and she squirted over my cock multiple times while screaming my name, and I made her finger her real cream pie again and again.

By nightfall, when we’d fucked ourselves senseless, she said she had to go. She kissed me goodbye before leaving the building. Her guards were waiting for her right outside to escort her home. I knew I wouldn’t see her again, but the experience was so phenomenal that I still jack off to the memory.