Two hours of Googling, three hours of driving, and then one hour of hiking in the 40 degrees Celsius weather.
All of it to find this secret beach.
And there she was, sitting in the very middle of the beach, her long tanned legs spread in front of her as she leaned on her hands behind her back, not a single care in the world.
I guess I’m not going skinny dipping today after all.
This really makes me sad because it was the only reason I bothered finding the secret beach where nobody was going to be.
I sigh but still make my way down the rocky path leading to the beach. If I came all this trouble to be here, at least I’m going to enjoy it.
As my feet reach the sand, the girl turns her head, half of her face covered with dark sunglasses. Slowly, her lips curl into a smile as if I was a friend she was waiting for all along.
I was still not used to the friendliness of locals.
She says something in Italian, too fast for me to decipher. When I don’t answer, she grins wider and repeats herself in English, “Not many people know this beach. Especially those who are not locals.”
The way her lips move and words come off her tongue, rich and teasing, makes the hairs on my body rise with pleasure. Now that I’m closer to her, I can better see her body in a bikini, the tan lines over her hips looking very attractive.
I’m grateful I wear sunglasses so she can’t see my eyes roaming her body freely. The way her nipples are peeking through her white bikini top, triangles barely holding her breasts in, the way the muscles in her legs shift as she wiggles her toes makes me feel a certain type of way.
Right then, I realize she’s still looking at me, smiling and waiting for the answer. I clear my throat.
“I did Google for hours to find the location,” I say, a smile curling the corners of my lips as well. “I hope you don’t mind if I join you.”
She laughs then, tilting her head backward, and I watch as her long chestnut hair spills over her shoulder and back, beachy waves glittering in the sunlight.
“Not at all,” she says. “It’s always nice to have company.”
She pats the sand by her side with her hand, indicating for me to settle. And I oblige. I feel her eyes on me, watching every move.
“Are you going to sit in your jeans on the beach?” she asks, her voice full of amusement as she eyes my jeans and white shirt over the top of her sunglasses.
I rub my palms over my thighs, biting on my lip. I mean, she’s the only one here I might as well undress. It’s silly sitting on the beach in full clothing in this weather.
But as I once again steal a sideways glance at her body next to mine, the long legs and tight sun-kissed skin, something inside my stomach twists.
She’s so damn attractive.
I don’t think I can sit next to her with my pale legs and jiggly thighs. This trip was not planned, hence the lack of my beach body.
“Come on, you don’t have to be uncomfortable around me,” she offers, more gently as if she could read my thoughts. “It’s only you and me, and I think you’re hot.”
The sudden honesty in her words throws me off, so I laugh.
“I’ll close my eyes if that makes it easier,” she suggests and removes her sunglasses. We lock gazes, her hazel eyes hooded and intense.
Sparks fly through my body, and I feel my nipples hardening.
“Alright,” I agree, interested in playing this game.
“But then you’ll need to guide me into the water,” she suddenly adds. I blink, lips parted. But then I nod.
Sure, why not?
She does as she promised and closes her eyes. Her thick eyelashes are so long, they rest on her cheeks as she keeps her eyes closed, still facing me.
Slowly, I rise to my feet and unbutton my white shirt, letting it fall on the sand next to my feet. My jeans are next, and I unzip them, letting them slide off my hips and thighs before I step out of them.
The gentle breeze caresses my thighs, my naked belly, and chest, and my nipples harden even more. It’s a good thing she’s not looking.
“Ready?” I ask.
She nods, rising on her feet with her eyes still closed, and reaches her hand. I immediately take it in my palm, feeling her hot flesh, and she laces our fingers together.
I smile to myself as we walk through the sand towards the turquoise water. When the cool water touches my toes, I chuckle.
Oh, how I’ve missed the feeling of the sea wrapped around my skin.
We charge deeper into the sea, tiny waves crashing into our thighs as we walk, and I glance at her to find her eyes still closed, a calm expression settled in the beautiful features of her face.
Once the water reaches our waists, I stop, turning to her.
“Thank you,” I say. Heat surges up my chest, neck, and face as the feeling of shame and embarrassment rises to the surface.
“You know, when you take one of the senses away, the others become more intense,” she says, grinning once more.
Yeah, that’s what I’ve heard.
Does she feel the cool water wrap around her middle way more intensely now that she can’t see? How would it feel if I grazed my fingers up her arm?
Without another thought, I reach my hand, trailing the very tips of my fingers through her collarbone, to her shoulder, and down her arm. Breath hitches in her throat, her nipples peeking through more, and suddenly my throat is dry.
Oh, God, she’s gorgeous.
I let my hand drop, unsure whether she shares the same feelings.
Before I could think about it too much, her hand finds my face, and her fingers trace my jaw before making their way down my throat to my chest. When she trails the path down the track between my breasts, I shiver.
I wish her tongue was in place of her fingers.
“Close your eyes,” she says, her words barely a whisper, and I obey.
Her hand moves lower, and my heart drums in my chest like crazy as she trails the circle around my navel. I don’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
Water swirls, and then I feel the heat of her body close to mine. Her breath is on my lips, and before I know it, she kisses me. Soft and sweet.
Fire surges through my body, and I take her face into my hands, letting her tongue part my lips and deepen the kiss. She tastes like the sea, and I can’t get enough of her soft tongue in my mouth.
I want it everywhere.
Her hands wrap around my waist, pulling me in closer to her, and I don’t think about anything for a moment. I don’t think about the rolls she can clearly feel. I don’t think about the cellulite as one of her hands dips lower and squeezes my ass.
I gasp, and she chuckles before another hand does the same.
I don’t stop her when her fingers slip under the line of my bikini bottom, teasing me and sending spikes of pleasure between my legs. She finds the knots and unties them, letting the bikini bottom fall in the water.
Suddenly, I’m very aware of my nakedness as the cool water caresses my bare pussy.
I move my hand down from her face to her neck and untie the knot there, letting her top slide down. She moans into my mouth as my palm cups her breast, kneading it slowly.
I bit her bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth, and she moans some more, bucking her hips into me. Without letting her lips escape me, I find the sides of her bikini bottoms and free her off them.
With one hand, I grab the back of her thigh and guide her closer to me, intertwining our legs together. And then, I roll my hips, letting my sensitive clit rub on her.
I moan as warmth rolls off my body, and she picks up the movements, her hips moving in slow, long teasing rolls.
The water cools our heated bodies as we move together, gasps and moans escaping through the rushed kisses. My lips hurt from kissing, but I don’t stop.
I can’t get enough of her.
She’s the one to break the kiss, though. I don’t want to let her lips go, so I inch forward, eyes still closed as I search for her, but then I feel her lips on my neck, gently nibbling on the skin there.
I let my head fall back, inviting her to taste me everywhere, and she trails her tongue down my throat, and the heat between my thighs gets even harder to bear.
“Oh, damn,” I whisper as she nips at my neck with her teeth, first carefully testing to see my limits. When I don’t push back, she chuckles and sinks her teeth deeper, sucking.
I moan, weaving my hand into her hair, pushing her head into me as our hips roll, and I’m overwhelmed with sensations. When she picks up the speed and the rhythm of her hips changes, becoming more erratic and needy, I know she’s close.
With one hand, I palm her soft breast, squeezing it, and then my fingers find her pebbled nipple. She seems to like a touch of pain, so I squeeze it between two fingers, rolling it, and she whimpers.
“Don’t stop,” she begs me, breathless once her mouth finds mine again, and I do the same with her other nipple, squeezing it and twisting it slightly.
The warmth inside my belly builds faster, and I can feel myself on the very edge of an orgasm. Suddenly, she gasps, every muscle in her body going taut, and I push her closer to me, holding her to me as she comes.
Once I feel her body relax, my hands cup her ass, and I let myself ride her thigh harder, faster. I let my head fall back as I moan, feeling my orgasm as warm waves roll through my thighs.
We’re both breathless, holding each other in the water, eyes still closed.
When I finally peel my eyes open, I find her close to my face, eyes hooded. Slowly, a smile blooms on her beautiful face as she says, “There are more secret beaches to explore.”
There is a promise in her words. And I can’t help but smile, ready to explore every single one of them with her.
