The beach, still warm from the day's sun, was bathed in the soft glow of the moon. A peaceful silence hung in the air as shadows stretched out from the distant hills — unmoving, permanent — like sleeping dinosaurs. I pondered what or who initiated their formation, and why there? As my wandering thoughts faded, I blinked my eyes shut. Waves crashed on the shore again and again and again — it'd been such a marvelous musical. A calming, wet breeze misted my face, and a scent of salt wafted into my nostrils. Refreshing, I grinned.
A memory resurfaced: a whispered fantasy shared under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, her warm breath fanning my cheek. She had yearned for a beach massage, a secret desire she'd confided to me in a gentle voice. I agreed, a silent promise sealed with a tender nod. Under one condition... it needs to be at midnight.That's fine, I'd replied, a spark of anticipation igniting within me, my hand reaching out to gently caress her cheek.
On the beach, In the quiet darkness, my lover, a warm, comforting presence, curled against my side. I never felt safe during a massage before, but something about this peaceful beach setting and your touch makes me feel completely at ease. She whispered, her voice barely audible over the symphony of the waves. Nervously checking her phone, a fifteen-minute countdown ticking away, our hearts pounding in unison. Finally, she swiveled toward me and instructed me to turn around.
Surprised, I pivoted to face away from her. The sand crunched beneath us as the worn lavender quilt shifted. I didn’t even peek, respecting her boundaries. Instead, I focused on the dense row of bushes, their leaves rustling nearby, unable to see into them. A shiver ran down my spine as I wondered if a raccoon, or worse, a mountain lion, was hiding inside, watching it all unfold, scowling at the oddity of humans. A gentle touch on the top of my right butt cheek snapped me out of my musings. Turning around, I found her unclothed, lying on her stomach, her body eagerly awaiting the soothing touch of my hands.
With the moon casting only a faint glow, her silhouette emerged, each curve a delicate dance with the light, her naturalness weaving an elegant harmony with the tranquil night. Though I had seen her unclothed before, this moment felt different. It was as if we were strangers meeting for the first time, unsure of how to navigate the emotional terrain, yet acutely aware of the significant roles we were about to play. I wanted to ask… but I held back. Methodically, I reached into my bag and retrieved a jar of coconut oil. Which, I’d learned some time ago — from my mother — was natural and could even be eaten, if desired. I dipped two fingers into the jar, scooping out a generous amount. As I rubbed the oil between my palms, it began to pool, bit by bit.
Her skin, fine as satin, yielded beneath my fingertips. A wave of strength surged beneath the softness, a reminder of the power hidden within vulnerability. I traced a path, rhythmic and deliberate, a dance of oiled thumbs. Quietly, I mouthed an intention, may she experience much love and joy in this moment. I poked and applied pressure, occasionally, catching a knot. As I descended, a tight pop broke through the air. Her breath, slow and steady, a metronome guiding my movements. Tiny pelts of sweat formed on my forehead, I wiped them away with the back of my wrist. With each gentle caress, her lower back relaxed beneath my touch, a soothing balm of intimacy.
As I continued my rhythmic movements, my heart rate increased quickly. I bit my lips after I palmed her backside, like warm wax, the pair melted beneath my hands. Pausing there, I kneaded them in the same fashion as an affectionate cat, lightly, slowly. The arousal sharpened. My urges grew stronger. Though I understood what was asked of me, I’d never expected what would come of this. I returned to my intention, May she experience much love and joy in this moment. I ventured toward her thighs, drawing my eyes shut. My thumbs dimpled her skin, muted clicks presented themselves as I rubbed. Carefully, I pushed my ear closer to her and listened in on her body's cravings. She shifted her hips, her legs parted invitingly, revealing a glimpse of hidden desire. Bum bump, bum bump, bum bump. My heart, a muffled drum beating against my chest. A thrill shot through me, a growing bulge straining against my shorts. I hesitated, pulling away slightly.
My palms, no longer oiled, grew clammy. Reaching for the coconut oil, my fingers sank into its silky texture. I decided to pour it onto her, like liquid moonlight, it cascaded over the delicate contours of her body. A pool of oil sat on her back, and waited to be instructed. My gaze fell upon the inviting expanse between her legs, my tongue darting out in anticipation, a lustful hunger sizzled within me. I trembled with desire as the sweet aroma from her body relaxing and unfastening, filled the air. Her body arched, a moan escaping her lips. Please, I'm throbbing.
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