There they sat, the two travel buddies, gazing out at the dying rays of the Sun, as it turned the sea as red as the wine they had poured out. Rather fancy for a secret beach in the middle of nowhere. Shyla and Roma both took another large swig of the wine, as one does after one is a bottle down already. The sun almost romancing their sensuous, petite bodies as the partly wet sand stuck to their toned, waxed legs. Their shirts still wet from the last dip in the ocean, the drenched fabric still clinging to their breasts and betraying those dusky, cold nipples. Roma settled down, resting on her elbows and leaning back, soaking in the aura, and shut her eyes.
Roma loved spending time with Shyla, and loved dirty dancing together more (no there wasn't a romantic angle) - just for the fun of seeing the scandalised looks on people's faces when they were entangled in a close sensual dance! Only yesterday evening had the onlookers at the beach shack been shocked! Shyla's hands had been all over Roma's belly, navel, all over her back and her legs as they performed to a sensuous beat. In turn, Roma's lifts had her hands going onto Shyla's thighs, ass and sternum. Sometimes one would wonder if they're just putting on a show that was that spicy & irresistible? Or was there more to it?
Honestly, Roma had half suspected Shyla getting a bit too engrossed at times during the acts. But didn't pay heed to her thoughts too much. After all, it had been a fine day with her all day today, and now Roma was relaxing with the setting rays of the sun hitting her shut eyes.
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, she felt a quick wet kiss on her lips. She shuddered a bit. It all went still for a while. She opened her eyes and saw Shyla staring at her point blank - an uncharacteristic, unimaginable lust dripping from her eyes. Roma took a moment to react. But weirdly enough, she was feeling hot even though the wind was blowing across her face. In front of her, she could see Shyla's hair ruffling in it. The cool wind was hitting Roma's sinewy body and her nipples had been hard all evening since the dip.
Roma tried to get up and move away. Shyla held her arm hard and pulled her down on the sand again, then started to run her fingers on her lips, then slowly to her earlobe, then down the side of her neck, onto her collar bone and then trying to reach lower. Roma pushed her hand away, even as Shyla noticed Roma's nipples getting harder. And the cold wasn't to be blamed alone.