This story, in the main was written by a dear friend. I will call her M. I made a promise to her that I wouldn't disclose anything about her. She has given me her blessing to post this. For those of you who have got to know me, intimately, and I have trusted you with a photo, you will understand the significance of this piece.
The Green Flash.
I found myself on that beach gazing at the sunset. Before me stood a woman, a wonderful manifestation of femininity. Softly I crept up from behind and when I reached her, placed my arms around her waist and my face in the crook of her neck. Of course she jolted but quickly realized I meant no harm. We had stood for some time gently swaying before I started to nibble her ear and stroke my hand over her belly. I heard her sigh and felt her relax as she leant into me. Then I moved my hands to cup and stroke her breasts and again there was no resistance.
I don't know what made me do it but I wanted her and so slid my hands along her arms up to her shoulders and under the straps of her bathing suit. I held them there of a moment giving her time to realize what was imminent and then slid the straps over her shoulders, let them drop and freed her breasts from their constriction. Again I cupped them, gently rolled her nipples which quickly stood erect and while my tongue was worming itself through her ear, I held those two darlings who were most shielded and hidden temptingly out towards the setting sun.
Then I slid my hands down her sides and pushed her bathing costume down over her hips and down her thighs. "Nude in the sunset," I thought to myself as I started to run my fingers through the bushy triangle at the bottom of her belly. I could feel her breath quicken but still she leant into me and let me explore her folds. Reaching further I slid a finger in between the ample lips of her core. She was wet and I moved my finger softly back and forth. Then I parted her lips exposing her most precious pearl to the rays of the setting sun and started to gently draw a fingernail across her so sensitive spot, judging just the right amount so that the thrill always remained just short of a pain that a fingernail could cause.