The beach.
The rain has quelled its fury. It's dark now and the moonlight has made the shore line silvery in its luminous light.
I leave you with our guest. I take a joint and go for swim. Wondering if you'll join me in the water.
The water is inky black. It's cool against the skin. Languid gloating on a silver acetate ocean.
The light is enough to see shapes and form. The dark in all its majestic allure breaks barriers and ribbons of desire will spread.
Times passes by. Drink are sipped. As you make you way to the ocean. The man at your heels.
On the shore you discard your shirt. Your thin t shirt and bra underneath. In time to come they will also be discarded.
You enter the water. My head bobbing in the distance. You can't see me. But you know I'm there.
You play in the water. Your shirt getting wet and your dark nipples are hard and poking through. He can't resist touching them. But you encase you're breasts in your hands. Asking him to see them.
He tugs at your shirt. Pulling it. You resist and move away. From a little distance you stand up to you waist. Your wet breasts showing. You pull the shirt off. Now you just have your bra on and your breasts look magnificent. You haven't played like this in a long time.