My first attempt at a story - set on a wet trip with friends in Ireland. All characters and events are fictional, and all characters are over 18. I'd welcome any feedback before I submit chapter 3.
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He awoke in a tangle of limbs and clothes. It was light outside the tent, but there was no sign of light from the others yet. The rain had stopped and he noticed the special quiet that often emerges after a storm. Then, he noticed how cold he was.
Gathering her sleeping bag around them both, he pulled her close, her body warmer than his. His hands held her tanned shoulder, the muscles of her upper back flexing slightly as she brought herself towards him in her slumber. He felt as her breasts pressed against his chest, her twitch he moved his hand to the small of her back. He began to doze off, half asleep once more, and yet he couldn't help but imagine, to remember the night before, and to fantasise about what might lie ahead.
She was next to stir. Her brown eyes opened, taking in the man she had allowed to be so close last night. A private smile, a finger on his blonde eyebrow, tracing the shape of his angular face, his nose. And now he awoke - their eyes meeting as each pulled the other closer in the cold.
She felt as his hand moved lower, cupping her bottom softly as she sighed. Morning greetings were made, eye contact holding, smiles being shared.
They kissed with the softness of morning, the urgency of the night before now gone. Each looked into the others' eyes as their lips parted, their tongues meeting in a slow and comforting silence. Their kiss lasted a long time. Neither could tell exactly how long, but he was warm after a while, they both were. Their hands explored backs, legs, necks. She felt as he became hard, her wetness returning.
They both held their breaths as they heard the outer zip of the tent being undone. The sounds of waking humans,, of weary friends beginning to emerge from their tents, of questions being asked.
He went to make breakfast. She watched him get dressed as she brought covers around her body. Saw his erection, his cock, for the first time. It was slightly longer than she had imagined, not too broad,but beautifully formed. He was conscious of her eyes on him, feeling both excited and nervous. He turned to her, just glimpsing her small hard nipples before she covered herself completely with the sleeping bag. She was disappointed at his leaving.
The conversation over breakfast was stilted and slow. Heads were fuzzy and it took a long time for the stories of the previous night to begin to be told. The party, those girls, the long walk home as the sun was coming up. Nobody asked them about their night. They were glad, exchanging glances, smiles as eggs were fried and tea consumed. The day got off to a slow start. It was clear this was to be the pace of the day, a new couple out of sync with the rest of the group. As most lounged around, lazily attempting to dry wet clothes after last night's deluge, they prepared to explore...
She slipped her hand into his as they walked towards the dunes, their bodies side-by-side, a magic tension building once more between them. The warm greyness of the morning was comforting and they walked for some miles up the desolate shore, not a person to be seen, sandpipers and oystercatchers the only accompaniment to the gentle wash of the tide and their conversation. They stopped to listen, facing out towards America, all those thousands of miles away, felt the wind in their faces, became aware of their heartbeats.
She suggested it, and he was unsure at first, but soon, they were both laughing as they ran, towards the sea. She in her tee shirt and pants, he in his boxers. They charged into the waves, feeling the cold saltwater as it slapped their legs, their hips, their stomachs, and for what felt like minutes, but was probably merely seconds, they swam, shouting and laughing, splashing and catching their breath as the freezing water tried to take it away. He watched as she dove in, her beautiful figure, her black hair sleek against her long neck. It was exhilarating for them both, a chance to be excited, stimulated.
He ran, chased by her, back to the shallows, back to the sand. They headed back to their bags amongst the grassed-over dunes where the wind was kinder and where they felt enclosed once more. She saw goosebumps on his shoulders, his skin red from the salt and the cold, water dripping down his cheeks. He watched her as she watched him, observing her dark nipples, hard with the cold, the bulge of her breasts under her white cotton tee shirt. They were even more beautiful than he had imagined from touch alone - small, firm, well-defined, perfectly in proportion. His eyes glanced downwards and he noticed her knickers had also become sheer in the water. Her pubic hair was clearly visible to him beneath. He saw the red lines her knickers had left on her thighs before she had pulled them up, defining the curve of her mons more clearly than before, and he followed her tanned legs down to her slender ankles, her small feet. They watched one another for some time, not a word spoken, and without any sense of self-consciousness. Each taking the other in with a sort of shivering curiosity that neither had experienced before.
She eventually reached for her bag and began to rifle around for towels. They wrapped themselves in a single large bath sheet, the instant warmth a welcome contrast to the sea air against their skin. Instinctively he placed his hands on her hips, feeling her cold fingers on the small of his back. They stood in the dunes, feeling the sensation returning slowly to their clammy bodies. She stood up on tiptoes slightly, and his thumbs slipped slightly into under the elastic of her pants. She gave a sigh, relaxing into his embrace, and he instinctively pushed her wet knickers down, feeling as they rolled over on themselves as they slipped down her bottom. She stepped carefully out of them with one leg, returning to the warmth of his arm and pulling him even closer as she did so. Her gentle murmur as his hands felt the shape of her hips and thighs spurred him on, piquing his interest in this new adventure, this new and unusual setting.