We walked under the full moon across the beach. It was late in the evening, the air was a soft, cool breeze and the moonlight pressed shadows across the landscape. In the distance we could see rising buildings, with the light glinting off them. As we walked the beach, we were heading off far from the sounds and neon lights of the city. The trees multiplied until we walked between the water on one side and the trees gathered along our other side. The night grew slowly darker.
When we could no longer see the skyline, we slowed and stood in the soft sand. I pulled a large blanket out of a bag and spread it on the sand, a few feet from the water's edge. I sat the bag down and turned to look out at the water. I felt him standing behind me and his hands on my back, soft and gentle like the breeze that blew through my hair. He whispered, "Take off your shoes..."
I sat down slowly on the blanket and slipped off my sandals. Squishing my toes back into the sand I stood again. Master had removed his shoes also. I looked at him, smiling. He wore jeans and a blue-green sweater. The slight breeze ruffled his hair a bit. I wore jeans and a white tshirt with a chambray shirt unbuttoned over it. I left my hair unbound and it fell down my back in golden-brown waves.
I looked up to meet his eyes and felt myself drawn closer to him. Without a word or a movement, something drew me to him, until I stood before him. I felt his hand slide gently along my cheek as I kept my eyes lowered, looking at the area around the neck of his sweater. I turned my face slightly into his hand, purring softly. His hands slid softly through my hair and around my neck. His other hand slid up along my waist and I closed my eyes, listening to the gentle roar of the ocean behind us and feeling his loving touch along my body.
I leaned towards him as his hand slid up my side and inside my shirt. His hand slid up to rub softly under my breast. I gasped softly and leaned towards him, my hands on his sweater, rubbing it against his chest and stomach. I felt his hand behind my neck, lifting my face up until our eyes met. His hand captured my breast, gently kneading it, his palm over the t-shirt, pushing it over the hard nipple. I slid a hand beneath his sweater, touching his warm skin. I felt him suck in his breath as my fingers softly caressed the skin of his stomach.
Then his face dipped down, and he brushed his lips across my forehead and down my cheek to my lips. We kissed warmly, passionately beneath the stars. I slid my hands around to his back, still touching his skin, as his own arms went around me holding me close. Slowly we drank from each other's lips, our tongues reaching out and sliding together. Hearing soft moans and realizing they came from deep inside myself, as we pressed closer.
Slowly, he pulled back and held me back a step or two. I immediately missed his touch. He smiled and crossed his arms, one hand on his chin. He gestured and told me to remove my shirt. I slowly unbuttoned the last few buttons of the large chambray shirt and folded it, laying it on the edge of the blanket. I heard his voice soft, "Very good..." He walked slowly around me and stopped, standing behind me. I could feel his warmth close to my back, but not touching. He spoke again, "Lift your arms."
I stretched my arms up over my head. He took the hem of my t-shirt in his hands, his fingers brushing my skin as he lifted it up and over my head. I shivered, feeling the cool ocean breeze upon my skin. His hands fell back to my stomach, caressing slowly upwards. He cupped his hands around my breasts, lifting them and squeezing. I instinctively pressed back, feeling his sweater against my shoulderblades, yearning to feel the hot touch of his skin. His lips fell across my shoulders as his fingers pulled gently on my nipples, pinching them in intermittent rhythms.
I sighed softly, my legs growing weak. Soon, his fingers began to travel back down my stomach to rest on the edge of my jeans. I felt him undo the button and slide the zipper down slowly. He slid his fingers under the jeans, caressing my bare skin. I heard a soft moan from himself as he slid down my back, raining soft kisses as he passed. Then he was crouched down behind me, gently easing my jeans down over my hips as I struggled to remain standing. As he slid them down my legs to my feet, I felt his mouth following, hot on my skin. I let him lift each of my feet and push the jeans away.
He stood up running his hands up my sides as I trembled. Then he turned me to face him. I left my hands at my sides, eyes still lowered, feeling his gaze upon myself. I grew warmer still and the his fingers lifted my chin a bit and he whispered, "Undress me..."
I smiled and stepped nearer to him. I let my hands slide under his sweater once again, lifting it up. His arms rose to assist me and I slowly drew the sweater carefully over his head. I set the sweater on a corner of the blanket and turned back to him. I smiled softly as I reached out to touch his chest. I drew my fingers down the middle of his chest and down across his stomach muscles until they rested on his jeans. Momentarily my fingers dipped down to brush across the bulge in his jeans.
