The beach was getting quieter, though daylight had not left yet and neither had we.
The sun’s rays hit the back of my thighs in warm bursts and I stretched out on the blanket like a cat, absorbing all that I could.
A sudden tug on my swim suit bottoms caused me to turn my head, squinting into the sun to look up at you.
Holding my gaze, you continued your onslaught and with one quick movement, pulled them down and straight off. An involuntary gasp came out of me as I knew we weren’t completely alone, but I didn’t object.
“Come,” you instructed. The good girl I am, I obeyed, crawling backward in your direction so that I was kneeling on the sand below your chair with my butt on my heels, facing away from you. I rested my arm on the top of your thigh, also warm from the sun, and leaned backward into your shins.
Your arm wrapped around my front and pulled me in tighter. I took a deep breath as the sensory overload of your touch took over. I looked down and watched as your fingers pulled at the bikini top I was wearing, exposing my breasts to the salty ocean air and sun.