If it hadn't been for my grandfather who wanted to go fishing early morning the other week, I wouldn't have spotted her on the shore.
Naked with bronzed skin and long legs and hair down to her waist. She had reminded me of the song "Piel Canela" where Bobby Capo crooned about his lover... "Ojos negros...piel canela que me llevan a desesperar..." "Black eyes...cinnamon skin that's taking me to the point of desperation."
My grandfather didn't seem to notice her. He was like a lot of the other Puerto Rican men in his beachside hometown. A quiet retirement and a routine. He didn't notice much. It made hiding the bulge in my crotch that much easier. I hadn't had a girlfriend in hears, hadn't seen a naked woman (that wasn't on a computer screen at least) in a while. It was still embarrassing.
Soon after my grandfather rowed us to show and said that he was going to go grab a cup of coffee at the local store. I told him I'd walk around on the beach for a bit. He nodded and went on his way. When he was halfway up the sand, I sprinted towards where I had seen her. My legs were shakey and I wanted to see her. It was like being thirsty, a wanting I couldn't explain. It had started on the little boat and ricocheted around my head the closer I got to the cove where I had seen her.
I turned behind some rocks and there she was. Knee deep in water wearing an old looking chemise kind of blouse, and a white skirt. She turned to me and grinned. The wanting made me walk closer to her on stiff legs.
"Hi."
She wrung out her long dark hair.
"Hello."
Her eyes were deep and black, like the song.
"What are you doing out here this early?"
She smiled and raised her left eyebrow. Her teeth glistened in the sun, and I noticed her dark nipples through the thin blouse.
"I was just swimming...I saw you on your boat."
I blushed. She didn't seem mad.
We walked a little further onto the sand and sat down. I tried not to seem so flustered.
I tried to stutter out my name, and she giggled into her hand.
"You don't have to say anything," she laughed.
My ears warmed up, and I turned to look at her. She leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. The wanting spread to the rest of me with each heartbeat. It felt like the first time I had been allowed to have rum at my uncle's bar years ago as a teen. I had wanted to run, or dance, or yell.
This time the want made me pull her in by the waist, crushing her to me, as my other hand tried to clumsily explore her muscular thighs.
I was on my back as she straddled me, a knee on each side of my hips. She leaned in and kissed up my neck. I arched my back, the wanting made me need her pressed up against me.
"Sleep," she whispered.
***
My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton; airy, lightheaded, but strange. I felt rocks digging into my shoulder blades and something cold around my ankle.
She sat in front of me. I looked past her and saw the iron cuff that lead to a chain and a rusted metal ball. I opened my mouth to yelled, and she silenced me with her mouth, caressing her lips against mine and then deepening the kiss with her cool tongue. She tasted like the saltwater and like something sweet and bitter at the same time.
The wanting feeling was making my head pound. I was afraid of her, but I wanted to see her naked again. I wanted to run away, and I wanted her to fuck me here on the rocky ground.
Her fingers slowly trailed over my face, as if she was trying to memorize me. I didn't move. She then began to take off the thin blouse. She stood and undid a tie and her skirt fell to the floor. She had small but firm and round breasts, generous hips that gave way to her legs. There was a small scar on her left knee and a birthmark next to her bellybutton.
And below it, she had a clef ornamented with thin dark hair, and glistening lips that were a combination of tan and pink.
She straddled me again and fidgeted with the cords that held up my swim shorts. I bit my lip and moaned when her small hands gripped the base of my dick and rubbed the head against her.
I wanted her. I wanted to run away from her.
She leaned on the tips of her toes, lifted up slightly, positioned herself over me, and sank onto my length. My hands automatically went up and gripped her waist, pushing her down even further. Her skin felt like her lips, soothing, and cool. But her depths were warm, warm like the ocean on an afternoon. Warm like Puerto Rico's eternal summer. It almost scalded me, but I pushed up against her and felt her gasp as one arm went around her, and the other snaked its way to play with her nipple.
It was only a few thrusts before I felt the need to cum rise inside of me. I tried to slow down. She groaned in frustration and bit my lip as she swirled her hips and ground her clit against me.
I tried to pull away as my cum shot out, but her pussy enveloped my dick even tighter. She trembled and panted against my neck as her own orgasm overtook her.
