small piece of black material
between her legs. He briefly imagined her stripping her bikini off
and walking into the sea, seeking his embrace. She dove under the
water, then tossed her wet hair over her shoulder, salty water
running down her beautiful body as she rubbed her breasts, then let
her hand trail down between her legs. The water warmed and then
swirled around him as he moved closer to her with that image in his
mind.
She seemed completely at peace, and he
could feel her love of the sea, as though she were one with it,
just as he was. It was evident in the way she moved her legs, the
way her body welcomed the ocean’s wet caress. This girl was
special—she had something he had not felt in a long time, something
that called to him like the siren’s song. His eyes drank in every
inch of her. He moved closer and stretched his hand out. The water
that moved around her formed a hand, and when the tide rolled in
again the hand moved up her thigh to graze her sweet
center.
* * * *
Layla sat up and looked down at her
legs. She didn’t see anything, but she was sure something solid had
brushed against her. It had actually felt like a hand—a big,
powerful hand. She scanned the beach, but saw nothing out of the
ordinary. She was completely alone. She pulled her legs closer to
her body and looked at the sea as it shifted back and forth in
front of her. She found nothing in the water, not even a strand of
seaweed or a stray shell.
She stretched her legs out again, not
willing to be scared away because something had touched her. She
might have even imagined it. She had, in fact, been thinking about
how long it had been since she’d had sex. Real, satisfying sex,
that is. It had only been a month since she’d last slept with
Colin, but the satisfying part of their nights together disappeared
long before that. He’d been amazing in bed at first, adventurous
and skilled, but once he felt she was hooked, their lovemaking had
become much quicker and turned into a much more one-sided affair.
That last time, a week before she’d broken up with him and moved
all her things out of his place, he’d only made the lamest attempt
at foreplay—tossing her on the bed and running his tongue over her
breasts for about thirty seconds—before fucking her roughly. The
next morning, she’d woken up sore in more ways than one. She shook
her head, but then sighed. She wasn’t going to keep thinking about
Colin.
As she traced circles in the sand
beside her leg, she began to think more and more about how sexually
unfulfilled she’d been in recent months. She leaned back on her
elbows and closed her eyes, imagining a gorgeous man with olive
skin and jet-black hair lying beside her on the sand. The man in
her fantasy began to kiss her and caress her body, causing her own
hand to move down to her bikini bottom and slip inside it. As she
rubbed her clit, the water swirled around her legs. She lay back on
the sand completely and moved closer to the water, letting it move
between her legs again. The sea felt amazing against her, and she
smiled because she knew this was going to be the best orgasm she’d
had in a long time.
* * * *
As he watched the girl pleasuring
herself, Poseidon had to restrain himself from helping her. His
cock begged him to take her immediately, but he simply watched,
enjoying the pleasure on her face. He knew he could easily take her
at this moment, become one with her in the waves without her even
knowing it, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Not this time. He’d had
many beautiful young things in just this way, but he knew he would
want this girl more than once. He also wanted her to look into his
eyes and know who gave her such pleasure, the kind of pleasure that
would only come from a true and willing coupling. With one thought
he made the waves around her stronger, just a little bit, and he
enjoyed watching her writhe and arch under his power. Her wet
breasts heaved as she moved her head to the side, her
between her legs. He briefly imagined her stripping her bikini off
and walking into the sea, seeking his embrace. She dove under the
water, then tossed her wet hair over her shoulder, salty water
running down her beautiful body as she rubbed her breasts, then let
her hand trail down between her legs. The water warmed and then
swirled around him as he moved closer to her with that image in his
mind.
She seemed completely at peace, and he
could feel her love of the sea, as though she were one with it,
just as he was. It was evident in the way she moved her legs, the
way her body welcomed the ocean’s wet caress. This girl was
special—she had something he had not felt in a long time, something
that called to him like the siren’s song. His eyes drank in every
inch of her. He moved closer and stretched his hand out. The water
that moved around her formed a hand, and when the tide rolled in
again the hand moved up her thigh to graze her sweet
center.
* * * *
Layla sat up and looked down at her
legs. She didn’t see anything, but she was sure something solid had
brushed against her. It had actually felt like a hand—a big,
powerful hand. She scanned the beach, but saw nothing out of the
ordinary. She was completely alone. She pulled her legs closer to
her body and looked at the sea as it shifted back and forth in
front of her. She found nothing in the water, not even a strand of
seaweed or a stray shell.
She stretched her legs out again, not
willing to be scared away because something had touched her. She
might have even imagined it. She had, in fact, been thinking about
how long it had been since she’d had sex. Real, satisfying sex,
that is. It had only been a month since she’d last slept with
Colin, but the satisfying part of their nights together disappeared
long before that. He’d been amazing in bed at first, adventurous
and skilled, but once he felt she was hooked, their lovemaking had
become much quicker and turned into a much more one-sided affair.
That last time, a week before she’d broken up with him and moved
all her things out of his place, he’d only made the lamest attempt
at foreplay—tossing her on the bed and running his tongue over her
breasts for about thirty seconds—before fucking her roughly. The
next morning, she’d woken up sore in more ways than one. She shook
her head, but then sighed. She wasn’t going to keep thinking about
Colin.
As she traced circles in the sand
beside her leg, she began to think more and more about how sexually
unfulfilled she’d been in recent months. She leaned back on her
elbows and closed her eyes, imagining a gorgeous man with olive
skin and jet-black hair lying beside her on the sand. The man in
her fantasy began to kiss her and caress her body, causing her own
hand to move down to her bikini bottom and slip inside it. As she
rubbed her clit, the water swirled around her legs. She lay back on
the sand completely and moved closer to the water, letting it move
between her legs again. The sea felt amazing against her, and she
smiled because she knew this was going to be the best orgasm she’d
had in a long time.
* * * *
As he watched the girl pleasuring
herself, Poseidon had to restrain himself from helping her. His
cock begged him to take her immediately, but he simply watched,
enjoying the pleasure on her face. He knew he could easily take her
at this moment, become one with her in the waves without her even
knowing it, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Not this time. He’d had
many beautiful young things in just this way, but he knew he would
want this girl more than once. He also wanted her to look into his
eyes and know who gave her such pleasure, the kind of pleasure that
would only come from a true and willing coupling. With one thought
he made the waves around her stronger, just a little bit, and he
enjoyed watching her writhe and arch under his power. Her wet
breasts heaved as she moved her head to the side, her
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