She lay relaxed on the sun-bed soaking in the atmosphere, the warmth and the sheer pleasure of being there undisturbed. In the distance, she could hear the spring of the diving board and the splash of other bathers diving into the cool pool, followed by the splashing of droplets of water onto the pool surround. She was far enough away from the pool-side, to enjoy the sounds without being disturbed by the shrill squeals of children bumping against one another in the water.
"Yes," she sighed out loud. "Sheer pleasure."
"You are right," came a voice above her. She stirred grumpily, her sunlight stolen by his shadow and her enjoyment stolen from her by his presence.
"It was," she emphasised quietly.
Sensing her displeasure, he stepped back out of her light and knelt down by her table, depositing two long cool drinks there. She heard the ice clink against the side of the glass invitingly and her frown became a half-smile. Tilting her sunglasses off her nose, she looked up at him, shading her eyes from the sun. Sitting up, she adjusted her bathing suit and gazed around, looking at the distant sea and the surf rushing into the shore.
"Now here's an interesting offer," she murmured, sipping at the delicious fruit concoction, still looking away from him and watching the surf. She wriggled her feet, imagining the feel of the soft sand between her toes, listening to the warm water and the music of the waves.
"Like the music of the beat of your heart...." he interrupted.
"...which I feel only when you are near," she smiled, leaning her head into his arm, shivering slightly in the breeze.
He took his beach towel off and laying it over the sun-bed next to hers, touching her hand lightly. She could smell his warm muskiness, so close to her, particularly when he reached out to touch her hair. They sat there side by side sipping and breathing deeply all the wonderful smells...the water ...the ozone...each others perfume. She lifted her legs off her bed and slipped them into the flip-flops at her feet, nudging him gently. He leant towards her too enabling her to rub playfully against his shoulder, almost purring.
They remained seated like that, sheltered under a little palm tree and looking at their surrounds. She lifted up his Ray-Bans and looked up into his eyes to see the sun shining darkly within and moved across to his sun-bed. She took his hand as she sat down next to him, loving his warmth and proximity, nestling in against him. His arms wrapped her shoulders, looking away at first and then back to her taking in her profile, trying to decide whether she or the warmth of the day was more beautiful.
"You are lovely."
She giggled shyly and tried to hide her face at such compliments, but he nuzzled up next to her and tried to sneak a kiss to her soft cheek. She reached up with one hand to hold his hand and feel the texture, leaning into him again. He seized the opportunity and nibbled on her ear, holding her tender hand in his, feeling the electricity of her so close to him. She, jolted by the current between them, lay back into his arms, her hair brushing against his arm, feeling the comfort and warmth. He opened his legs and allowed her to lie between them, holding her in front of him and stroking her neck. He lifted a hand to her chin and moved to turn her face to him and to kiss her full on the lips...tenderly ..softly...intimately.
Her lips parted offering an expectant welcome as he kissed her fully with growing excitement. A tongue slipped out from between her lips, temptingly. A second tongue met the first, touching and swirling. She opened wide, wanting to absorb him within her as he slid into her mouth, their lips meeting. It seemed to her a prelude of that flesh, which could enter her and make her his for the moment under the welcoming warmth. His hand slowly and discreetly began to explore her body.
He touched her, almost by accident, but she pressed against him, wanting to feel the warmth of his cupping hands, wanting him to contain her. His hand slid down to her waist and slowly moved up against her Lycra costume, feeling the silky softness of her skin where the material gave way to her flesh. She moaned softly into his ear, completely relaxed. He started to massage her, swirling his hands over the rounded contours. He wanted her to lower the top of her swim suit, so that her could taste her with his lips.
"Would you like to go down the beach a little?" he hinted and rose, taking her hand in his to seek a shady alcove away from prying humanity. She felt so heated inside that she could hardly walk, but she knew that a walk with him would have its own rewards.
As she reached for his hand, hers slipped, as if by accident over his swimming shorts, to feel the muscular thigh. He paused and pulled her towards him, looking around now that they were alone under the cliffs. He reached down and pulled at the ties on her swimsuit, letting the material fall down to her waist and then turning her round to face him. He leant down and kissed the wonderful swell. His tongue licked and undid her with an intake of breath and a gasp of excitement.
She lifted her arms over her head, flattening her breasts, but giving him easier access to the treasures that he desired. He teased the wonders of her chest, letting her quiver eagerly in the palm of his hand, doll-like awaiting his next touch. He watched her harden, knowing that there was little chill in the air to cause such excitement. The contrast of sensations -- the cool breeze, the warm dry sun, his hot wet tongue -- made her harden still further, as she reached down to feel something else affected by the clement weather on his person. His mouth moved over her, licking in a circular motion... around and around..
She hesitated in her response and just played with his shorts button. She closed her eyes to feel the sensation of his mouth and hands. His hands moved down to her waist and began to pull at the Lycra again, exposing her belly and its silky softness to the sunlight. He knelt to pull the costume to her feet and watched its slow descent. She did not move as he stripped her Lycra pelt, but lifted her head up to the sun and wrapped her hands in his hair. It caught in the dampness between her legs, so she wriggled a little to ease its passage.
She let the material fall at her feet and looked up at him, plucked of her suit and her modesty. She was helpless to his demands yet she presented the sheerest, softest and most sensual view that he had envisioned for some considerable time. Once she had sat down on the sand, he knelt and lifted her legs one at a time to pull the costume free. Admiring her beauty, he moved his lips to her instep and kissed it lovingly, feeling the warmth of the ball of her foot and her heel on his cheeks as he did so. His lips touched her ankle next, her calf and the back of her knee where he traced the patterns of her ligaments. She waited passively.
His hands moved up her wonderful legs, reaching the silky thighs and feeling the exquisite softness between her legs. He ran a finger where his mouth longed to be -- back and forth slowly, teasingly. Her eyes were half opened cat like and restive, wriggling around to entice him to join her. He bent over her and with his teeth begin to nibbled at her, responding to her tease. She turned over protecting herself from him and giggled with the feel of his rough cheek on her bottom. He reached down to kiss each cheek and then her rounded hips, her legs, her feet -- before moving back up wanting to taste her again ... wanting to taste all of her.
She relaxed into the sand to offer herself up to him, her master of the moment. He took the control that she offered up to him and turned her over to lay on her stomach. He loved the look of her, back and front. He smiled, admiring the beautiful curves, before bending down again and to kiss her again. Her breasts pressed into the sand, thrilling to his sensual touch. One finger touched her, feeling the wetness that was just beginning to form. His tongue searched the crack, looking to find the puckered back door.
She wriggled anxiously, unsure of his desires. That anxiety only faded as the finger touched her, stroking her tenderly, as his tongue circles her tight rear entrance. His finger moved to enter her for the first time, slowly, softly. She tensed up in apparent reluctance at his insistent probing until his tongue moved to the real area of desire, hard to reach from behind. He turned her again, roasting in the sun and in his embrace. She twisted compliantly, over onto her back. His lips puckered to kiss her stomach and her belly button. She responded eagerly, spreading herself. His hand caressed her breast. His tongue moved lower to lick with long, wet, practiced strokes.
They lay head to toe as she pulled at his shorts, sliding them over his hips, revealing the well stuffed contents. He was pleased to feel her advances and yet wanted to focus on tasting every bit of her. Licking her everywhere, he was engrossed in the tasted of her wetness, the wonderful sweet, sweet taste. Yet, he wriggled his hips at the freedom from those denim shorts, even while trying to oscillate his tongue inside her.
She pulled the shorts all the way down, reached up and bared him to her gaze for the first time. Looking up at him, she admired the maleness, swinging above her. He carried this machismo with such an apparently triumphant air that she was tempted to teach him a lesson. Her hands touched and pinched the precious cargo. He jumped back and she gasped.........she looked down at her watch and gasped....and then gazed up at him sheepishly and murmured:
"I'm sorry to have to leave you like this...."
"Time stops for no one," he replied, ignoring the very real possibility that she could be teasing him, with rare understanding.
"Thank you," she said, slipping from under him, giving him a gentle but naughty squeeze.
"The time we share is always wonderful," he responded. " You are a delightful companion."
"Thank you," she repeated. "You know you are too."
She shrugged and stood up, letting him watch her as she slipped on her Lycra and the flip flops. Standing tall in the sunlight, she looked down at him, wishing she had time to taste of him. He smiled, looking up and saw her face wrapped in an aura of sunlight - the most beautiful sight in the world. She turned, with one last look back at him and then disappeared around the rocky boulders at the foot of the cliff, into his thoughts and his memories - until their next encounter.
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