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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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You lie on your back, floating in the calm, azure water under the cornflower blue sky, breathing shallow to stay afloat. Drawing your legs apart and together the salty brine pulses against your clit, giving you tingles through your stomach. Your eyes close and you float gently, enjoying the warm caress of the waves.
When you open your eyes and look towards your small beach camp, there is a figure blocking the view. A tall man, dark hair and brown limbs, a ruck sack slung over his right shoulder watched you with a slight smile on his face. You stand up, shocked, with the water covering you up to the waist. Your hands go up to your breasts, covering them automatically.
"Too late for modesty", he calls, dropping the ruck sack and pulling his white t-shirt over his head. He is dark and muscled, not gym fit and six pack like so many of the desperate boys, but toned by physical work. He pulls down his long blue beach shorts and kicks away his leather sandals.
"See, we're even now", he shouts, taking a running dive into the waves.... |
