Christina opened her eyes slowly, yawned and stretched. She rolled over toward her nightstand. It was 6:30am.
She pushed herself out of bed and picked her terry-cloth robe off the ground. She wrapped it around herself, walking toward the sliding-glass door that made up one wall of her bedroom. She drew back the curtains and looked out at the rising sun. The light reflecting off the ocean was bright-blue, and the sky was lit in various shades of pink, orange and red.
Yawning once more, Christina turned from the window and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She brewed a cup of coffee, letting the strong, sweet hazelnut aroma arose her senses.
Christina stepped outside into the warm Florida air. The familiar smell of the beach, the salty air mixed with coconut suntan lotion greeted her. The calming sounds of the ocean as the waves rolled over and over combined with the soft song of small birds and the few remaining crickets flooded her senses. Something about the taste of the salt in the air always reminded her of why she chose this house. Sipping her coffee, she gazed over the horizon, searching for the only reason she had woken up so early.
And then she saw her. The beauty that Christina had been watching for weeks, ever since she had purchased this home on Cyprus Drive. Christina had never been attracted to a woman before, but she was absolutely mesmerized by her sunrise obsession. If she woke early enough, she could make it outside just in time to watch the end of her beauty's sunrise swim.
The ocean must have been chilly that morning. The woman's breasts were dotted with goose bumps, and her pink nipples were hard and erect against her ivory skin. Christina watched as she moved toward her towel, wringing out her long, espresso-colored hair as she went. She moved with a seductive confidence that Christina had never seen before, and longed to have herself. Ocean water rolled down her waist and onto her hips, some droplets rolling down into the soft, v-shaped spot between her legs and still others continuing down her long, toned thighs and calves before dropping onto the sand.
The beauty wrapped herself in her towel, patting herself dry. She spread the towel out on the sand and laid face-down, closing her eyes and resting her head on her hands. The sun was now high enough on the horizon that a slight orange glow reflected off of the beauty's buttocks. Christina simply stared, absorbing herself in the fantasy of lying next to this woman, dragging her hand slowly up and down her spine.
Then Christina felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. As warm, full lips gently kissed the back of her neck, hands slowly untied the front of her robe and slipped inside. Christina let out a soft moan as the hands fondled her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples lightly. As one hand remained caressing the smooth skin of her left breast, the other hand inched its way slowly down her quivering stomach toward her delicate, shaved cunt. The hands were so soft, so gentle; Christina sighed and leaned her head back.
"You must have been thinking about me," a voice whispered in her ear, sending warm, seductive breath into her ear. "You're so wet. I can't wait to put my tongue inside you."
Christina sighed again and nearly fell over as a finger dipped inside her. Soon, a moist finger was pressing hard against her clit.
"My cock is so hard," said the man behind her "I just want to fuck you right here."
Christina opened her eyes with a start. She had been so lost in her fantasy of the woman, so seduced by her beauty, that she had forgotten that she had woken up next to her boyfriend Justin that morning. She hardly expected him to be behind her now, but of course it was him...who else would it have been?
She turned and kissed him deeply, feeling her nipples harden more as they pressed against his bare chest. She could feel his erection against her thigh and it drove her crazy.
