Katie and the hot beach
The sun stood low over the Atlantic, bathing the endless dunes of Bolonia in liquid gold.
A warm wind brushed over our bare skin, and I breathed in the salty scent of the sea and the spicy smell of the pines deeply. We had sought a hollow between the gentle sand hills, hidden from the world, a secret realm only for us.
I lay on my back, eyes closed, and enjoyed how the last, powerful rays of the day painted shimmering patterns on my body. You let your f****rs slowly glide over my stomach, following the contours of my hips. My skin was warm from the day and tingled under your touch. A soft sigh escaped my lips as you leaned over me.
The sky exploded in colors – from fiery orange to deep violet to delicate pink. It was a spectacle that seemed staged only for us. The rhythmic sound of the waves was the only soundtrack to our kiss. It began gently, a tender nibbling, but quickly became deeper, more demanding, a reflection of the untamed nature that surrounded us.
I tasted the salt on your lips and the sweetness of your desire. Your hands explored my body, tracing paths of excitement, while my f****rs clawed into your back. The sand shifted beneath us, molding around our bodies as we began to move in unison. Slowly, then faster, driven by a primal force, as old as the tides.
As the last crescent of the sun sank on the horizon and dusk fell, we found our climax together. A shudder that vibrated through both of us, as powerful as the surf crashing on the beach.
Afterwards, we just lay there, entwined, our breaths becoming calmer again. The first star appeared in the velvety night sky. In the silence, only interrupted by the whisper of the sea, I felt nothing but your warmth and the promise of the Andalusian night. What a great dream....