It was a cloudless night, where the stars were sprinkled across the sky like tiny diamonds. The moon, round and yellow, was bright in the hazy night, so bright, a dark halo formed behind it. Underneath, the sea shimmered in silvery streaks, reflecting the moonlight that threw itself across the sea.
He trudged on the sand, slipping and sliding towards the sea. Dressed in a dark shirt, he walked furtively, afraid that someone will see him in the moonlight. He felt the breeze on his face, and as much as he loved the smell of the sea, tonight he wasn't quite sure if what he was doing was a good idea.
She walked a few paces ahead of him, in a gleeful half run, like a child seing the sea for the first time. She had found a spot to sit down by the time he caught up. He stood over her for a moment as she faced upwards, eyes shut, smile on her face feeling the sea breeze on her face as she shook her hair, almost letting the breeze pass through every single strand. When she realized him standing over her, she opened her eyes, and flashing that beautiful smile that always captivated him, motioned for him to sit down next to her.
She sat on a small rock knees huddled together, facing the sea . He sat next to her, shoulders touching. He wasn't used to being this close to her, but caressed by the sea breeze and lulled by the lapping waves, he soon relaxed. The wind brought to his senses her nearness, and in the wind was the smell of her skin, adulterated by a tinge of long dried out perfume. It wasn't long before he reached his hand under his knees towards her and found her hand, waiting for his. They locked fingers together, thumb stroking hand, looking out to sea. As the night went on, conversation began to wind down, and as pauses became silence, they began to enjoy the sea breeze, and look at the stars in the cloudless night. They spoke in whispers, him whispering in her ear. In the midst of the whispers, he would steal a kiss on her cheek, and she would pull his hand, almost as if wanting him closer. She found her head comfortably on his shoulder, the warmth of his side on hers, and his hand, warm in her palms, gently stroking her hand. With his other hand he cupped her hands, and slowly began to move up her forearm in slow strokes, in time with the swaying waves. And as she did not resist, and as the stroking of her thumb began to follow in time with his hand, he moved his stroking to her leg, caressing it slowly to her knees. He realized then as his hand moved past the knee to her thigh, her breathing became slower til it followed the rhythm of his hand; her breath, now labored, was hot on his face. He turned to face her and found her looking steadily at him, and he had no chance to resist as she pulled his face to hers and kissed him hard on his lips. She had clamped her legs on his stroking hand, and she clawed her hands in his hair and she kissed him over and over, each kiss accompanied by a shuddering of her body pressed hard against him. Falling to the sand, he had found his hand under her shirt and on the smooth silky skin of her back; pressing her onto him as hard as he can he let her body release every single ounce of pleasure, while she ravaged his face with hungry kisses.
It wasn't till she stopped, her energy spent, that he let go of her. There they lay on the sand, she panting heavily into his ear as they both drifted into slumber, in the light of the moon; two bodies spent of their energies, like the calm after a storm, caressed by the gentle breeze and accompanied by the rhythm of the sea.
He trudged on the sand, slipping and sliding towards the sea. Dressed in a dark shirt, he walked furtively, afraid that someone will see him in the moonlight. He felt the breeze on his face, and as much as he loved the smell of the sea, tonight he wasn't quite sure if what he was doing was a good idea.
She walked a few paces ahead of him, in a gleeful half run, like a child seing the sea for the first time. She had found a spot to sit down by the time he caught up. He stood over her for a moment as she faced upwards, eyes shut, smile on her face feeling the sea breeze on her face as she shook her hair, almost letting the breeze pass through every single strand. When she realized him standing over her, she opened her eyes, and flashing that beautiful smile that always captivated him, motioned for him to sit down next to her.
She sat on a small rock knees huddled together, facing the sea . He sat next to her, shoulders touching. He wasn't used to being this close to her, but caressed by the sea breeze and lulled by the lapping waves, he soon relaxed. The wind brought to his senses her nearness, and in the wind was the smell of her skin, adulterated by a tinge of long dried out perfume. It wasn't long before he reached his hand under his knees towards her and found her hand, waiting for his. They locked fingers together, thumb stroking hand, looking out to sea. As the night went on, conversation began to wind down, and as pauses became silence, they began to enjoy the sea breeze, and look at the stars in the cloudless night. They spoke in whispers, him whispering in her ear. In the midst of the whispers, he would steal a kiss on her cheek, and she would pull his hand, almost as if wanting him closer. She found her head comfortably on his shoulder, the warmth of his side on hers, and his hand, warm in her palms, gently stroking her hand. With his other hand he cupped her hands, and slowly began to move up her forearm in slow strokes, in time with the swaying waves. And as she did not resist, and as the stroking of her thumb began to follow in time with his hand, he moved his stroking to her leg, caressing it slowly to her knees. He realized then as his hand moved past the knee to her thigh, her breathing became slower til it followed the rhythm of his hand; her breath, now labored, was hot on his face. He turned to face her and found her looking steadily at him, and he had no chance to resist as she pulled his face to hers and kissed him hard on his lips. She had clamped her legs on his stroking hand, and she clawed her hands in his hair and she kissed him over and over, each kiss accompanied by a shuddering of her body pressed hard against him. Falling to the sand, he had found his hand under her shirt and on the smooth silky skin of her back; pressing her onto him as hard as he can he let her body release every single ounce of pleasure, while she ravaged his face with hungry kisses.
It wasn't till she stopped, her energy spent, that he let go of her. There they lay on the sand, she panting heavily into his ear as they both drifted into slumber, in the light of the moon; two bodies spent of their energies, like the calm after a storm, caressed by the gentle breeze and accompanied by the rhythm of the sea.
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