It was a warm summer evening at the New Jersey shore. Beach Haven Island was towards the southern end of the state, and ran along the coastline facing the ocean on one side and the bay on the other side The restaurant had a view of the bay and at that time of evening fishing boats were returning from the ocean, a few people were water skiing and some were jetting around on jet ski's. It was a warm evening and the sun was slowly setting over the far side of the bay. K and A leisurely finishing their dinner. They had ridden to the shore on A's motorcycle, a beautiful ride to the cooler temperatures by the ocean. A was asking K what she would like to do for the rest of the evening. K did not respond verbally, she just looked deeply into the eyes of A and her eyes took on a deeply penetrating expression. A continued looking at her and then averted his eyes. The waiter came to the table and put the check down. This broke tension of the mood. They both picked up their helmets went outside to the motorcycle. It was beautiful evening and they rode south towards the end of the Island where it ended at the inlet and where it was deserted. It was getting darker and the sky was now a deep blue. They parked the motorcycle and walked onto the beach. There was a gentle wind from the West and the mood of the place seemed gentle and soft. A reflected on the time that he met her. It was a gym in the suburbs. He noticed her working out with o weights. Since he was partial to athletic women he kept watching her. She appeared to be about 5 feet 10 inches tall, (to his 5' 8") it was a beautiful face framed by slightly curly black hair. She was wearing loose sweats but she seemed to be equipped with athletic body and obvious strength. She was definitely taller than he which was a turn on to him. He started talking to her when they both were working on the heavy leg press. She was pressing about twice the weight that he could do. She didn't talk much and concentrated on working out. But when they finished they started talking and she seemed very friendly. They left the gym together in she noticed that he went to a motorcycle. He asked her if she needed a ride. She replied that he had come in a car but would like to take a ride with him sometime. His heart soared and he got her telephone number. He called her that very evening and proposed a ride the next day. It turned out that neither one of them had work obligations. He picked up her up at the hotel where she was staying. There she was with leather riding pants and boots that came up almost to her knees. She was gorgeous. The ride to the shore was exciting as he sat between her legs. At each curve she squeezed in with her thighs. He was amazed that her thighs seemed as hard as steel. He understood her strength in the gym and he was in seventh heaven. Even though she was a stranger, she picked the restaurant and seemed to direct the conversation. Everything about her suggested her delightful positive nature. They rode to the end of the island where it met the inlet. They had the beach to themselves. It was a beautiful night, one which he knew he would always remember to the end of his days. Now at the beach she became playful. She took off her boots and the leather pants. He gasped, her thighs swelled with striated muscle. They were thick, tapered and toned. Her calves were at least 17 inches, shapely and hard. She started running into the water and splashing him while the sat on the beach. She shouted to him "come on we're on the beach let's play". He just sat there dumb struck. She then peeled off her sweat shirt revealing an upper body and arms which matched her legs perfectly. She ran up to him and grabbed him by the shoulders started rolling him on the sand. They both started laughing. She pulled off his boots, his socks, his leather pants and his shirt. They were both laughing. She told him into fight back or she would bury him like Kruschev said he would bury America. He started to grab her arms to pull her down to the sand with him. Instead she straddled his waist and urged to try to get up. He struggled mightily but couldn't budge her. She laughed and told him that he wasn't fighting hard enough to she would bury him. Leaning over to one side she started to dig in the sand. He tried to roll out from underneath her but she threw one leg over his waist holding him down firmly. She continued to dig until she had a sizable hole in the sand. The she grabbed his shoulders and pushed them into the slight depression. He tried to get out but found himself even more firmly pinned in the sand. SHe sat on his chest with her gorgeous glutes and started to dig deeper into the sand. He was so turned on by the pressure of her gorgeous ass that all he could do was try to catch his breath and continued to admire her body. She dug away sand under his legs and hips and the hole got deeper. Then she started to cover his legs and his lower body with sand, he found himself being buried almost vertically in that beach, accompanied by her laughter and taunts. She kept covering him up with more and more sand and finally his chest and arms and shoulders were covered with sand. At this he started to become very concerned because now he could move neither his legs, his body or his arms. She then turned to face him and look down him with a piercing gaze from her gorgeous blue eyes. "What are you going to do now?" She asked with a strange smile under face. He asked her what she was going to do. As he spoke he noticed that the sand filled in the space around his lungs as he exhaled during his speaking. When he tried to inhale the got very little air into his lungs. She smiled down in him obviously knowing with his predicament was. She stood up, straddled his head and slid off her black lace panties and draped them over his face. He could smell her female perfume. He asked her please let him go. She kneeled with her thighs pressing against his ears He stared at her bikini trimmed pussy. She smiled down at him again and turned around so that he was confronted with that gorgeous rear end. He became very frightened and asked her which was doing. " I am burying you just as I set would, but I'm using my ass not sand". "Why" he cried. "Because I can" she said. "Why me?" he cried. "Why not?" She stated. She then slid slowly backwards burying his face between her gorgeous glutes. He gasped and tried to cry out bit his nose and mouth with totally sealed. The only noisy made were unintelligible moans. "Why don't you use your tongue and work your way out" she suggested. He frantically started to comply and desperately licked both her vagina and her anus as best he could. He heard her sigh and moan in pleasure but merely pressed herself against him more firmly. He became desperate and tried to wiggle his head but found that he could not move. He was fast running out of breath and could not move any part of his body. She started to move her body in time with her oncoming orgasm. He heard her making a growling noise a she experienced an intense organism. Her orgasm lasted for a long time, which lasted longer than his remaining life. She sat there and caressed her body and breasts. The sun was now down and the only noise was the soft lapping of the waves. She got up slowly and dressed. She buried his clothes beside him the left his head sticking out of the sand with his eyes closed and her juices covering his face. She leaned over and played with his hair with a slight smile her face. She then walked up the beach to the motorcycle, with skilled hands turned on the key and started the engine. With a long last look at her victim turned away and rode off into the night.