Saturday
I returned again to the same beach and to the same place in the hope of seeing you again receiving the rays of sun that turned your white skin into a bronze complexion.
With the eagerness to arrive, I arrived early, very early, so early that I was the first to choose the spot on the beach, in addition to some amateur fishermen who occupied some places right next to the sea. And that redoubled my eagerness to see you because, like the previous weekend, you arrived late and slowly, enjoying the scenery as you approached my place.
When you saw me you walked towards me and giving me the most melodious good morning I've heard in my life, you have asked how I was and if the day was good. Among other things, you told me that tomorrow you would have a surprise for me and then you walked 7 steps, as I have counted them, away to the place where you spread the towel to enjoy the radiant day that was. Once again you followed your ritual, first removing your shoes, today some sandals, and then a t-shirt that revealed a new, smaller and bolder bikini than last time, and finally the skirt that already showed a large part of your shapely legs.
Looking around and seeing that few people were still on the beach and nobody was really paying attention, you slowly removed the top and, unusually, put it in the tote bag where you took the suntan lotion that you started to spread over your breasts, belly, arms and legs. Finally, when it looked like you were ready, you called me with your fingers and then asked me to spread the protective white cream on your back, because today you weren't going to have lunch at home as you were bringing a snack and so you had to pay special attention to your back. I happily started massaging your back, feeling each one of your ribs and spine bones, paying special attention to the trapezoidal area, taking the opportunity to give you a relaxing massage.
Lifting up and turning to me, you thanked the attention of the massage and I went back to my seat, with the difficulty of someone who wants to hide an erection that started to be born the moment I touched your silk skin on that soft and well proportioned back.. While reading a magazine you kept your back to the sun, enjoying the cream that I had spread on you and, about half an hour later, you gave me another surprise when you got up and, without putting your top on, you headed towards the sea where you went to bathe in its icy waters, which is why I never leave the warm sands that welcome me more than the icy waters of the North Atlantic. You were still proud of your accomplishment and your chest, for sure, whose nipples even before you entered the salty water were already quite erect on your amazing round breasts, who knows if from the cold wind that was felt or from the excitement of the moment.