Senorita [les] [FF]

A book of poetry sits unread in my lap, my mind somewhat distracted by the feeling of the sand between my toes, the sun on my freckled skin and the sounds of strangers joining us on the beach.

I close my eyes for a moment, leaning back in my deckchair and adjusting my high cut plunge red costume in the vain attempt to prevent my nipples from slipping out. When I open my eyes she’s there, just a few feet away. I am transfixed. She surveys the scene, not seeing me eying her hungrily from behind my sunglasses. To my delight she reaches behind her and slips her dress off in one fluid movement. Her bikini clings to her substantial curves, she can’t be more than 5’ tall with glossy dark curls cascading down her smooth brown back. I drink in every detail, instantly aware of my nipples hardening and betraying my desire. I shift a little, an imperceptible but clear nod to the heat I can feel in between my pussy lips.

With a confidence she sashays in the direction of the waves. I watch, unblinking burning with a desire I hadn’t anticipated nor quite understand.

As if under a spell I find myself rising to my feet and following her path towards the sparkling water.
The coldness on my ankles takes my breath away, but I persevere. She’s deeper, her back to me and to her waist in the water. I admire her closer now, feeling acutely aware of how alone we are, cosseted by the lapping waves. The voices and sounds of the beach feel far away.

I swim out, past her and turn, with a shaky breath I lift my eyes and find hers. She’s observing me, amused, a small confident smile on her heart shaped face. I smile back and the energy reverberates between us, slowly she shifts her gaze down my chest, lingering on my breasts, straining against the red fabric.
“Come here” she says softly but with conviction. I stiffen and immediately comply, wading and closing the short distance between us. We’re close now, her back to the beach, shielding us from those around. She reaches out slowly and hooks her forefinger into the seam of my costume at the top of left breast. I look down, breathing fast and then back to her face. She looks at me expectedly, not moving. I nod, and whisper “yes”. She knew I would, she can see right through me.

Her forefinger slides achingly slowly down the seam, grazing the pucker of my areola until it reaches the bottom of the v shaped plunge. I shudder, my burning pussy making itself known to me despite the frigid waters. She knows; she has me fully under her control.

She pulls my costume towards her, my body now millimetres from hers, her fingers roughly yank my costume to one side, my left breast revealed. Exposed. I gasp and she smirks and pinches my hard nipple firmly, confidently. “You like that” she whispers. It was not a question, but a statement of her complete dominance over me in that moment. I sigh, my pupils dilating, as she tightens the pinch reaffirming her position.
My eyes close, the world disappears and all I can feel is this moment, I don’t want it to end, I feel complete and whole and calm. Then suddenly the delightful pain is gone, my costume is carefully rearranged and she has turned and waded away back to the beach. Back to real life.
I’m left, reeling, attempting to catch my breath and with a desperate yearning for more.

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