On a hot beach I notice a radiant young woman playing in the waves. From my viewpoint in the dunes I observed her excitement when she emerged from the waves and lay on the hard sand.
I sat in a cleft in the dunes where I could observe the beach without being seen.
Her legs came out of the water glistening in the sun. She pointed her toes like a ballet dancer.
As her shapely legs slid under the water, her face broke the surface. She shook her long hair and wiped the sea water from her face with her hands. She was exhilarated by the sea, the sun, the beautiful bay of sand. Her excitement and her happiness were visible.
The temperature was rising and my cock was swelling outside my shorts. I felt the heat on my body and on my cock.
She waded out of the sea and walked slowly up the beach to a towel that was laid out straight ahead of my line of vision.
When she reached her towel she removed the top of her bikini. Her tanned breasts and hard nipples were magnificent.
My cock rose to salute them. I gave it space to swell.
Could she see me? I don't know. She seemed preoccupied.
She lay down on her stomach with her head turned to one side.
I noticed the muscles in her ass tightening. She was pressing her pubic bone against the sand. Her movements were slow at first but then fell into a rhythm as if she was doing horizontal belly-dancing.
I held my cock and moved my hand in time with the rhythm of her body.
Time disappeared into the space of that moment.
Her body tensed and flushed pink as if in the glow of a sunset.
My semen jumped into the sand.
She relaxed, then sat up. I think she saw me.
She picked-up her bikini and placed it around her waist. She secured the clip before pulling the flimsy garment around her waist and then up to her breasts. She cupped her breasts to position them in her bikini top and then drew the straps over her shoulders.
She shook her long hair and picked up her towel. She was smiling.
I watched her as she walked down the beach and then along the water's edge. Her shadow danced on the waves as her silhouette retreated into the crowds of bathers and children playing on the sands.
Her vision is held in my memory.
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