It was nearing the end of the afternoon, and the cliff top path was deserted except for the woman who sat on the grass overlooking the beach at Hope Gap. The day-trippers and walkers had long since returned to their hotels and hostels, and she waited patiently in solitude, occasionally glancing hopefully up the grassy bank in the direction of the car-park. She was wearing one of those light flowing skirts that women seem to favour in the summer months, a thin strapped sun-top, and wooden wedged sandals. She sat with her legs stretched out before her with the hem of her skirt pulled up over her thighs and she enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her skin. The straps of her top had slid from her shoulders and the roundness of her breasts was clearly visible through the soft material; her full, plump nipples allowing their imprint to be seen by anyone who cared to look.
As she waited her mind wandered back to that last unforgettable meeting with him. Her idea had been born by a 'conversation' she'd had with him. His fantasy - to meet in a hotel bedroom at a pre-arranged time, and for her to be waiting in a bath of warm soapy water. It had worked perfectly. The hotel, the steam from the bath, that moment when she had first seen him enter the room, and then later when he had lain her on the bed, tasted her for the first time and licked her smooth pussy until she came. A smile curled on her lips at the memories, as she remembered their love making that afternoon. After she had whispered the words "fuck me", as they lay together, he had become aroused again, and they had spent the rest of that afternoon in the heights of pleasure that she had forgotten existed. He brought her to orgasm again and again; her legs splayed wide, his shaft pumping into her, his heavy, full balls banging against her with each powerful thrust, until finally he had ejaculated inside her, their desire for each other finally spent.
The sound of a car engine pulled her thoughts back to reality; she heard the car approach before she saw it, the crunching of tyres on gravel as he pulled into the isolated car park at the top of the cliff. She saw him walking towards her in the distance, a tall figure dressed casually in jeans and shirt and lifted her hand to wave, now suddenly aware of the hardness in her nipples, which poked through the fabric of her top, and the moisture forming in her tingling pussy. She pulled her knees up towards her body, and arranged the hem of her skirt respectfully over her legs as she felt that same need for him that she had experienced before in the hotel bedroom.
He could see her now. At first she was hidden from the view of the car park, and for one moment he thought that she wasn't there. But now in the distance he could see a figure sat on the long grass to the right of the foot- path. She waved to him, and he waved back. He noticed how her skirt was pulled up over her legs as she sunbathed, and how her hair moved gently with the summer breeze. He scanned further along the cliff top, and could not see any sign of other people. This pleased him and the thought also excited him, as he knew that without interruption from walkers, and knowing how hot for him she would be, anything was possible – his mind now going into overdrive. He felt that familiar stirring in his boxers, and was happy that she had this effect on him. He knew she would be aroused too.
He sat beside her on the grass at the top of the cliffs at Hope Gap, and they relaxed in the warmth of the summer sun, the sea breezes coming in with the evening tide, listening to the melancholy cries of the herring gulls. On the horizon they could see a variety of sailing craft bobbing up and down in the sea, some heading towards the shore, perhaps to moor for the night.
