I was at the beach and I was alone. The beach was set back in one of my favorite little coves. The sun was warm and intense, but not uncomfortably so. I was lying on my stomach on a blanket. The warmth of the sand rose through the blanket to my skin. The sun beat down on my back, penetrating me with its heat. I spread my legs so that they could tan evenly.
The warmth of the sun was intensely erotic.
The scent of cocoa butter and coconut lotion filled the air, intermingling with the salty scent of the sea. The waves crashed rhythmically on the shore lulling me into near sleep. I was in a state of total relaxation and bliss. Eventually I drifted off to sleep.
I have no idea how much time passed, but at some point I awoke and he was there. I felt his strong hands kneading me, massaging me with oil. His hands were arousing me as he stroked my legs. I should have been alarmed, but I wasn't. I felt completely safe. I feigned sleep so he would continue. If he knew I was awake, he didn't acknowledge it.
His seductive caresses continued as he worked his way up my legs. At one point I moaned in pleasure. I heard his breath quicken. I could feel his nearness, but still, neither of us spoke.
He massaged my legs, my back, my neck. His hands trailed the length of my arms and when our hands finally touched I gasped.
For one fleeting moment time stood still.
His sensual, slow, movements were now a thing of the past. The tension between us filled the air. I was instantly in his arms. The mutual need between us was urgent and strong.
It was hot, steamy, compelling sex. I cried out in pleasure. My cries were muted by the sound of the waves.
And as always, the waves crashed over and over again.