I am walking along a deserted beach. The high, intense sun makes the bleached sand burn the soles of my feet, so I occasionally wade into the cool, blue ocean to ease the pain. The sun is unyielding as it beats down upon me. The sands reach ahead of me as far as the eye can see - the ocean laps to my left and to my right rise rocky bluffs. The sun casts weird shadows on their crenellated surfaces, causing illusions of depth and textures.
The sun is making me dizzy, so I resolve to find some shelter from its punishing gaze. I figure that my best chance is to find some shade in the rocks, as there is no apparent path up the bluffs to the land above. I begin to feel as if I am destined to bake on this beach. But my luck changes for the better. Just to my right I spy a dark entrance in the foot of the rocks. The sanctuary of shade is itself compelling but that is not all that captures my attention. Stood in this opening is you.
You are wearing a long, white beach shirt. The intense rays of the sun make its material slightly transparent - I can make out the outline of your swimsuit beneath. As I approach I feel a tingle in my body, a sensation that surges as we make eye contact. I smile and ask if I can share your shelter. You see the beads of sweat speckling my brow and you encourage me to join you.
We are now stood side by side and I feel very conscious of the proximity of your beautiful body. Each time you look at me I feel my heart leaping a little. When I look at you, you avert your gaze, as if trying to hide something. I become aware that my breathing has become more deeper and I am powerless to stop my eyes from roaming your body. We indulge in a small talk but however hard I try I cannot distract myself from my rising state of arousal. I can't be sure if you feel the same about me ... maybe ... maybe not.
I ask if you have gone inside the cave and you reply no. I decide to explore a little, heading off into the darkness - you follow a little way behind. The floor of the passage is uneven and damp but it causes no great difficulty. A short distance inside the entrance opens up into a cavern. Rays of sunlight break in through fissures high up in the ceiling, giving the cave a twilight glow inside. The cavern is a rough hemisphere and has a sandy floor. It is cool inside, refreshingly so. The only feature of any note is a large, flat rock, about two to three yards across, sitting in the middle of the floor. Its surface has been smoothed over the centuries by the high tide that invades this cavern. I run my hand across it and remark at the refreshing coolness of its touch.
I turn to face you and my heart once again misses a beat. The light seems to have given your body a heavenly glow, a sight that makes me tremble with desire. Our eyes meet again and I walk toward you until we are close together. By now I am purely at the mercy of my instincts and feel as if I am being controlled by a hidden force. We embrace, your hands run over my shoulders as I cradle your face to mine. Our lips meet in an eager, burning, passionate kiss.
We stand awhile, our kisses becoming more urgent and intense. My hand plays in your hair as you run your fingernails down my spine. I reach under your shirt and slide it back over your shoulders, it falls with a sigh to your feet. I then work my fingers under the shoulder straps of your swimsuit, pulling them over your arms. I take my time, raising the anticipation as the front drops further down your bosom. Then comes the moment of revelation - your breasts pop over the neckline, their nipples poking out invitingly toward me. I drop to my knees and gently caress each in my hands. I savor the sensation of the soft flesh in my fingers. I look deep into your eyes as I lower my mouth onto one of your erect nipples and flick my tongue across it, back and forth, eliciting gentle, sighing moans from you. I feel your breasts swelling in my hands and in my mouth as I alternate from one to the other, kissing around and biting on each nipple. All the while your hands are pulling my face into your delicious tits.
