Lines in the Sand

The night started out just like the others had over the last ten days I'd been in Tenerife with my parents. It was the start of a long summer before university. They'd invited me on holiday - a couple of quiet weeks in the sun - before meeting up with a few mates somewhere a little livelier. I was approaching my 19th birthday and although the days were fine, basking in the sunshine on the local beach, swimming in the sea and enjoying a good book, the evenings with my folks were a little slow. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with them, and I'm very conscious that once I'm at university, it'll be less likely that I'll go on holiday with them... this might actually be the last time.

It's just as I am ready to head out, they're ready for bed.

We left the seaside restaurant in high spirits. It had been a lovely meal. Fresh grilled fish, a clean refreshing salad and a cool bottle of white wine. We were walking back through a quiet part of town, enjoying the evening warmth and chatting to each other - me in the middle, a parent each side, both my arms linked through one of theirs.

"Anyone fancy a nightcap?" my father said, looking down the line at his wife and his daughter. "Seems a shame to call an end to the evening just yet."

He received a nod from my mum and me, and I could see his eyes flit from bar to bar looking for somewhere appropriate. We were coming into a livelier part of town, so the suitable ones were becoming fewer and farther between. He settled on somewhere with just a smattering of both tourists and locals sat around - a stark contrast to the bar directly opposite, with its heavy thumping dance music and garish flashing lights.

We stepped off the street into the relative quiet - no DJ, no debauchery. Instead, the lighting was subdued and soft and the light hum of conversation created a cozy and comfortable ambience. Standing at the bar, waiting for my dad to get served, I spotted a girl I'd seen on the beach. She was sat on a stool, alone, drink in hand, watching the world go by. As she scanned around, our eyes met, and she smiled as if she recognised me too. Dad slid a bottle of beer across to me and headed with mum to a table.

"I'll be over in a minute," I said. Dad just smiled.

"Don't you be worrying about us," he said with a smile, "you go do your thing. We'll be over there if you need anything." He motioned to a table in the window with his hand. I watched them walk away, then sidled down the bar to where the other girl was sat.

"Hi, I'm Sara," I said, standing beside her, hoping she'd speak to me and feeling a flush warm my cheeks. "I've seen you on the beach."

"Hi. Kim," she said, her smile open and warm. "Grab a stool. Here with your folks?" she asked, motioning ever so slightly in their direction with her drink. I grabbed a stool and dragged it beside her.

"Yeah. Free holiday!" I said, as if I needed to justify myself.

"Don't knock it," she said, "it doesn't last forever. Before you know it, you'll leave them behind at home." She nudged me playfully in the ribs with her elbow as I sat down. "Then you have to pay for it all yourself!" She laughed.

"Are you here by yourself?" I perched up next to her on my stool.

"Well, I am tonight," she said, "I'm here with a few friends from uni. We've just finished our finals - thank God - and have come out to blow off some steam." I watched her whilst she talked. Most likely that put her at three years older than me - unless her degree was longer than that. "Turns out I blew off far too much steam last night!" she smiled, weakly, "I couldn't face another heavy night, so they're out in town somewhere before heading to a club. I'm in here nursing a rum and Coke, hoping to keep it down, before heading for an early night."

"Oops."

"Oops indeed!" That smile was there again, just teasing at the corners of her mouth. "That's another consequence of not coming away with your parents. Too much clubbing. Too much booze." It was light-hearted. Not meant as a dig at me, I could tell by the tone of her voice; the sparkle in her eye.

"Fancy another one of those?" she said, as I slid my empty bottle back onto the bar.

"Yeah. That'd be great thanks." I said, "well, if you're staying out..."

"Yeah. I might still feel a bit crap, but I'm not going back yet, I'll just be kicking around the flat by myself - listening to everyone else out on the town. Doesn't sound like much fun to me," she leant across the bar and caught the barman's eye with a practised confidence that I didn't have. When he sauntered over, she ordered me another beer and herself another rum and Coke.

As she waited my dad wandered over. Mum was already stood by the door. "We're heading back," he said, "you all good here?"

"Yeah. I'm going to stay and have a drink with Kim, if that's okay?"

"Hey, you don't ask my permission to go out when we're at home!" he said with a contagious grin that spread to my face.

"Thanks Dad," he hugged me good night, then as he pulled away, he pressed some money into my hand with a wink. "Thanks!" I leant in and kissed him on the cheek. "Night dad." And with that he turned away.

My mum waved. I waved back.

When I turned back around, my beer was sat on the bar and Kim was watching the world go by, her eyes drifting around the bar.

...

"Fancy a walk? I could use some air," Kim said as she slid her empty glass onto the bar.

"Sure. Feeling better?" she certainly looked a little livelier.

"A little," she said with a nod, "not enough to go and hunt down my partners in crime... but definitely a little brighter."

We slipped off our stools and headed out into the night. We walked barefoot along the beach, chatting and laughing. It seemed so very natural - like I'd known her for ages, rather than just a couple of hours. There had barely been a moments silence. As we walked, Kim leant across me and pointed at a building across the bay. Even amongst the lights from the other bars, it stood out - luminescing in turquoise and pink against the dark sky.

"They're probably in there," she said, referring to her university friends. "It's wild. And far too noisy for me tonight." As she drew her hand back, it brushed across my chest and my focus changed from the bar to Kim. It was silly really, the touch wasn't even deliberate, but everything seemed to pause. She looked straight into my eyes, our faces only inches apart. Unexpectedly, butterflies scattered around my stomach. She looked at me the same way a boy would look at me if they were contemplating kissing me, then as if in response to that thought, she leant a little closer and did exactly that.

Very gently. On the lips.

My breath caught. In the initial shock, everything seemed to stand still. Everything except my heart.

I've never been kissed by another girl before.

Kim drew away slightly and again fixed me with her pale brown eyes. My tongue flicked out and licked where she'd kissed.

Then she did it again.

Her touch warm and soft. This time her tongue flicked out and slowly probed my mouth. When she broke away the second time, she stared again into my eyes, her head cocked slightly to one side, trying to read my mind to gauge my reaction.

Breathe, Sara, Breathe.

I gasped slightly as I realised I'd been holding my breath.

"Shall we get another drink?" Kim asked as if nothing had happened, "There's a decent bar just over there," she said pointing over the sea wall and across the road. I nodded, seemingly unable to speak. "Come on then."

Walking across the sand she slipped her arm around my waist, pulling me in close as a deep flush spread upwards through my body. I draped my arm across her shoulders and the conversation started again.

Why did she do that? Did she think I was gay?

Confused thoughts wrangled in my mind, but overpowering all of them as they tried to raise their heads, was one simple fact; one clear thought.

That was really nice.

...

We sat at a small table outside, both facing out towards the beach, enjoying the pleasant heat the night had retained, and the salty tang in the sea air. I slouched in the chair - legs stretched out, ankles crossed. From behind us the low murmur of voices and occasional burst of laughter provided the undercurrent to the ebb and flow of our conversation.

We talked about university. Kim had just finished reading Law at Newcastle. It was one of the places I'd got an offer from. I was hoping to read Psychology. I thought my exams had gone well. I was confident - hopeful at least - that I'd make it into Bristol, my first choice - but Newcastle was my second.

Once Kim knew this, she regaled me with tales of university, and I made a mental note of the bars and clubs she name-checked. She'd also been captain of the netball first team - another love of mine.

On top of the wine I'd had with dinner, the third bottle of beer made my cheeks flush. It made me giggle too easily as well at the tales Kim was recounting. I hoped she didn't think I was too young and silly, but her stories were funny. I also realised that the more I stared into her eyes, the more I felt the giggles bubble up inside me - and that as I stared at her mouth as she talked, a giddy little drumbeat rolled behind my ribs.

...

It was after midnight when we left. I'd answered a message from my mum making sure I was okay, and we wandered back out onto the beach, the sand warm and dry between my toes. Once we were closer to the shoreline than the road, the darkness was almost complete, and the beach almost totally deserted. Every time I thought of Kim kissing me my stomach gave a strange little bounce. After the initial shock had dissipated, it was replaced with a feeling of joy and pleasure.

I'm not gay, or I assume I'm not.

To be honest, I'd not even ever thought about it. I'd had boyfriends at school. I wasn't a virgin. But her kiss had stirred me up in a way that I couldn't leave alone.

We were holding hands as we walked, our fingers interlaced and swinging by our sides, so when Kim stopped, I stopped. She turned and looked out to sea. With only a skinny crescent moon in the sky, casting just the slightest silvery glow on the surface, it was pitch black beyond the first wave of moored fishing boats, bobbing gently. We stood and stared; it was a rare moment of silence as the waves lapped onto the sand at our toes.

Kim touched the side of my chin with her fingertips and gently turned my head towards her. She kissed me again, just a peck, holding my gaze again. When she met no resistance, she slipped her hand through my hair and pulled me closer. She kissed me more deeply and as my heart started to beat again, I responded, exploring her mouth with my tongue.

She draped her arms around my neck; I wrapped mine around her waist and we pulled in together until our bodies pressed against each other. When we finally broke the embrace, I stared into her brown eyes as she had done to me. She was about the same height, but with short, blonde hair in a pixie cut, in contrast to mine - which was darker brown; shoulder length with a gentle curl. Her breasts were much bigger than mine and as we pressed together, hers seemed to bubble up and threaten to boil over the top of her low-cut t-shirt.

The air sparked around us and when Kim kissed me again, more confidently at not being knocked back, her hands snaked down over my hips to the top of my legs and reached down just below the hem of my dress. When she touched my bare thigh, a strange rush fizzed through me. My body reacted; I could feel the familiar electricity as my arousal began to stir - a delicious moist heat flourishing deep inside. My hands crept up from her waist; I could feel her ribs beneath her t-shirt. My breath caught as my fingertips brushed over her breasts. My thumbs rubbed gently over her nipples, feeling them harden to my attention and press against the fabric of her top. Kim flinched as I rubbed them, her tongue dancing in my mouth. In response, I pinched them both between my fingers; a groan escaped her lips.

I had no idea what was happening inside me. I just knew I didn't want it to stop.

Initially tempering my rising desire, was the awareness that we were on the beach, out in public, but as Kim's hands continued to explore my body, the thrill of her touch in such a public place simply served to pump my passion higher. Kim broke the embrace, and I felt her gasp slightly.

"I've got an idea," she said, her eyes alive. Then she just whipped off her t-shirt and dropped it onto the sand. She unclipped her bra and dropped it on top. "Come on," she said, "let's go skinny-dipping."

...

A moment later, she was naked - completely naked stood on a public beach as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I just stood and stared at her in amazement. I looked her up and down, she was thin, athletic, shapely, with large but firm breasts.

"Come on!" she repeated, and when she got no response from me, she turned me around and unzipped my dress, pushing it over my shoulders so it fell to the floor. I was too shocked to catch it. She unclipped my bra. I turned back around to face her; she seemed to smile approval as she looked at me. "And the rest," she said, so with my heart pumping hard in my chest, I drew my knickers down, feeling the soft cotton brush down my thighs, then kicked them on top of my dress. I took one, huge deep breath to try and control myself, then stood up slowly.

I was naked in front of her.

I was naked on a public beach.

But before my brain could completely reconcile that, she grabbed my hand, and we ran into the surf. The sea was freezing, but the night was hot, and a warm breeze idled down the beach. When we got in as far as our thighs - the water taking my breath away - I took the plunge, diving into a rising wave, before coming back up with a gasp to find Kim beside me giggling.

"Bet you didn't think you'd be doing this tonight," she said between gasps at the cold water. Then from nowhere, the voice at the back of my head piped up to strip the fun away.

What the hell are you doing? What if someone sees you? What if you get caught?

I scrunched my eyes shut and shook my head in an attempt to shake that stupid voice free and was pleased to find that when I opened my eyes, it had to some extent worked - but whilst it retreated from the foreground, I could sense it hanging around in the shadows. Kim looked at me in a slightly quizzical way, a frown on her face; her head tilted slightly towards her shoulder.

"No. I didn't," I said, a shiver turning into a nervous laugh. "A number of things have happened tonight that I wasn't expecting." Kim bounced towards me in the chest deep water. Her eyes never left mine. She kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine for a second, maybe two. Then she pulled away.

"Like that?"

"Yes. Like that." Whether it was the cold water or the kiss, it came out more of a gasp than a whisper.

We splashed about, bobbing about in the waves. We chatted and giggled. We kissed. The cool water on my naked skin caused goosebumps to pop out all over me. The sensation of it around my sex was exhilarating. My heart was pumping hard, a combination of alcohol, cold water and the thrill of being nude in public. My nipples were two hard, raspberry buds. Kim swam over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me. She pressed her ample breasts against my small handfuls. Her hands slid down my body, over the curve of my hips and onto my buttocks, she bounced me up in the buoyant water and I instinctively wrapped my legs around her waist. We were locked in a tight embrace, my arms wrapped around her neck. My mind a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. My skin alive to every touch.

"Come on. I'm getting cold," she said. She led me by the hand back out of the sea. We were both shivering, but the warm breeze should soon dry us off. Back out on the sand I was intensely aware of my nakedness. Walking back up the beach to our clothes, I wanted to cover myself with my hands; walk more quickly. I couldn't sense that in Kim. Whilst I looked anxiously around, my heart in my throat, looking for someone looking at us, she just strode confidently through the sand; back straight; shoulders squared and confident; her hands swinging naturally at her side.

We sat down on the sand by our clothes, hugging our knees in a rare moment of silence. The warm breeze was drying my skin and my shivering abated. Kim turned to me, her fingers on my shoulder; pushing me gently; encouraging me to lay back, then she leant over and kissed me again on the lips. Her hand brushed my breast, then returned and squeezed it gently, before snaking down over my stomach.

The world seemed to tilt at the touch and the realisation that she was going to touch me lower. I groaned at the anticipation; I shuffled my legs apart and was rewarded as her hand brushed lightly over my pubic mound and between my legs. She touched my lips, a shockwave crackled through my body; I gasped again, more intensely.

My eyes snapped open. She was watching me. She smiled at me, but her fingers paused as she gauged my reaction. My hips moved slightly, tilting upwards. I chewed on my bottom lip. She rubbed me - very gently - with two fingers, then finding me already wet, she slipped them both inside me. My whole body shuddered; I moaned out loud. It seemed to echo out across the empty beach. I closed my eyes again, willing myself to relax. Her lips found mine again. I kissed her back. I tried to relax. I'd never done anything like this outside before. My heart thundered. I wanted to look around - to make sure we were alone, but I didn't want to break the spell that captivated me.

"Oh my God!" I gasped. "Oh my God! You've got your fingers inside me." I opened my eyes and there she was staring directly at me, her eyes on mine.

"Like it?"

"Oh God, yes. It feels so good," she continued to finger me, sliding in and out in a deliciously gentle slow motion, her thumb rubbing my lips, her fingers beckoning inside me. The heat in my body blossomed. "Oh my God, I'm naked on a beach with your fingers inside me." I giggled at the sound of my voice, the only other sound that of the waves lapping on the sand.

"What's the best bit?" she asked, then kissed me, "the fact that you're naked or that you're being fingered?"

"Both!" I gasped. My orgasm was welling up inside me. "I can hear the bars and the traffic. It feels so naughty." Inexplicably, she stopped, I wondered briefly if I'd said something wrong or weird. "Don't stop, I think I'm going to cum." As her fingers stopped, my climax retreated momentarily, but every single touch on my skin prickled, sending shockwaves through me that kept it simmering beneath the surface.

Kim kissed me on the lips before working her way down my body. She kissed both my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples - already standing to attention and hyper-sensitive - even to the warm breeze as it brushed over my skin. She ran her tongue over my stomach and kissed my thighs, working back up the insides, kissing, stopping, kissing.

I could feel her breath on my pussy.

I wriggled beneath her touch; desperate for her to go that little bit further. Nervous tension gripped me, as if someone held my heart in their hand and was squeezing it gently.

"Oh, fuck, what are you doing to me?"

Then her tongue was on me, in me. I cried aloud. I couldn't help myself. She took my swollen, excited pussy lips into her mouth and sucked on them gently, bringing me almost instantly back to the very edge of orgasm.

I was so wet.

Kim just lapped it all up. I was so close, I reached down and ran my fingers through her short hair and held her tightly and pushed her deeper between my legs. She'd stopped before, with her fingers. I wasn't going to let her stop now. She sucked and licked all around my pussy. She pushed her tongue inside me; a shiver wracked my whole body. She licked me more quickly, she knew I was close.

With every sense on red alert, I could hear voices from the street. Somewhere, a car horn sounded. I flinched. I must have relaxed my grip on Kim's hair. She stopped. I was so close. I groaned.

"Don't stop. Please." I begged. I looked down at her. She was kneeling between my legs, her bum pointing in the air. Her grin was wicked.

She hooked her hands beneath my knees and pushed them back, exposing me even more. My naked pussy pointing straight in the air, and I felt her tongue probe gently against my other hole. I flinched at her touch, but she did not waver, and her hot tongue circled lazily around. As she pushed my legs back, she had greater access, and her tongue penetrated my virgin hole. As she licked me, I reached down rubbing myself gently with my fingers. But she reached up and moved my hand away.

"Patience," she purred - that grin, still wicked, on lips that glistened with my juices. She knew she was teasing me. She had me teetering precariously. Each time she paused it just seemed to rachet me up another notch.

Then her tongue was back on me - all over - flicking between my lips; licking around me; probing inside me. I wriggled and tried to push back onto her tongue. I couldn't hold back any longer. The intense pressure she'd built up inside me needed a release. I snaked my hands down, entwining them in her hair.

"Yes," I moaned, "don't stop." As she licked me, her finger tickled all around my ring without penetrating - just rubbing and teasing. "Yes. Please. I'm..." I gasped, held my breath, but couldn't stay quiet.

Everything inside me just unravelled. A tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over my hot and naked body. I convulsed from head to foot. My exhale an excited squeal that I couldn't control. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to sparkle. She continued to lick me; I jolted and shuddered at every touch. I knew I was moaning, I knew it was loud. My back arched. I widened my legs further, my feet pressed flat against the sand.

Oh my God. I'm naked. On a beach. A girl between my legs.

It was amazing. Mind-blowing. Impossible to comprehend.

And suddenly far too sensitive.

"Oh. Fuck. Please. Stop." I panted. "Stop, too much." And I pushed her head away with the palm of my hand. I giggled in relief.

"I don't know," she said, "one moment begging me not to stop. One moment begging me to stop." Kim looked up at me, licking her lips. "What's a girl supposed to do?" Her chin and lips were shiny. That wicked smile still there. I stared down at her in awe. She licked slowly through my distended lips. A jolt of energy shot through me. I squeaked. So, she did it again. The reaction was the same.

"Please stop," I giggled, "honestly. Too much."

I pulled her up to me; she kissed me, I could taste myself. I was so desperately horny. I let out a long, deep breath and simply burst into another fit of giggles and Kim lay beside me on the sand, oblivious to the world as it continued to spin around us. As my giggles subsided, and the final tremors of my orgasm dissipated, my heart rate slowly calmed and a languid peace and relaxation settled over me.

When I composed myself, I was acutely conscious that it was my turn. I'd never even contemplated how to pleasure a woman. I rolled over onto my side, propped myself up on my elbow and kissed her.

"I want to do the same to you," I said, "I want to make you feel the way you made me feel." She reached out and tucked a stray curl of hair behind my ear. For a strange moment, I thought she was going to say no. Instead, she kissed me, then:

"Let's get another drink first." Then maybe in response to a flash of disappointment on my face. She nodded over my shoulder. "I don't think we're going to be alone for much longer." I looked back, a group of people - maybe a dozen or so - had just walked off the road onto the beach about a hundred yards away and were wandering slowly in our direction. "And I'm not sure you're quite ready to go down on me with an audience." She winked and I had a strange feeling that that would not bother her one bit.

I panicked a little and pulled on my clothes, feeling them scrape against my sand-encrusted skin. Kim did the opposite. She stood, unashamedly naked, and took a few moments to brush the dried sand off her body before dressing confidently, her eyes only occasionally flicking towards the approaching group.

"How do you do that?"

We were walking towards them and the break in the wall, holding hands. I could feel the sand running down my back as my dress rubbed it from my skin.

"Do what?"

"You weren't the least bit flustered. It was almost as if you wanted them to see you getting dressed."

"Does that shock you?"

"I guess so."

"I don't care what they think of me. I don't know them. It doesn't bother me if they judge me."

"Wow!"

We walked around the group; they were busy talking with each other. They paid us no attention.

"See," she said and paused for a beat, "they're not bothered about us anyway." We crossed the road and returned to the bar we'd been in earlier. I bought a couple of bottles of lager. The bar was a little busier; the music a little louder. We leant against the bar.

"Besides," she said, continuing where she'd left off on the beach, "when you've been playing netball at university for a term or two, you'll get used to being naked in all sorts of situations."

I don't know what look crossed my face at that, but it made Kim laugh. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze.

"Dance?" she said, when the giggles subsided.

"Sure," and she led me by the hand to the dancefloor, my mind awash with why nudity and netball went hand in hand at university - I'd been playing for years - and always fully clothed.

...

"I've never done anything like that before," we were dancing, beer in hand, our bodies close but not touching. Kim raised an eyebrow. I took that as an indication that she wasn't surprised.

"In what respect?" she shuffled a little closer, her hand around my waist.

"In every respect," my eyes dropped to my feet. After a moment, her fingers touched my chin and pulled my gaze back to hers.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that, Sara."

"I've never skinny-dipped; never been naked in public; never been with another girl - never even kissed another girl before..." I took a sip of beer to quench a suddenly parched mouth. Kim just smiled at me; her head cocked quizzically to one side. "Never even thought about kissing another girl..."

"Bet you're glad you came out for a drink..." I laughed at that. I slid my arms around her neck, she reciprocated, her other arm snaking around my hips. "Have you had fun?"

I nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I have," my eyes dropped again. Kim left me to stare at my feet for a few beats, then again raised my gaze back to hers.

"But...?"

"No but," I said, "but..." I giggled a little at that, "but it's never even crossed my mind to kiss a girl before. I liked it..."

"Like...?" suddenly my heart skipped. I hoped the wounded look was in jest.

"Loved it," I said, seeing that look melt away.

"That's better. I much prefer to be loved than liked," she paused for a moment, throughout all of this, her eyes just stared into mine. "In that case..." she kissed me, her lips pressed against mine and just held it, her eyes closing. She pulled away a few inches. "But... you're confused because you liked it. But you're not gay and you've got a boyfriend but the best thing that's happened to you on your holiday is a strange woman licking your pussy... and... and... and."

"Well, yes - apart from the boyfriend bit. I'm single. But yes. All of that. All at the same time. Whizzing around my head. Like I'm crazy or something."

She kissed me again, then pulled back away. She ran her fingers through her hair. I caught myself licking where she'd kissed and staring at her mouth.

"Hey sweetie. Do you want to know a secret?" she paused for just a beat - raised an eyebrow. "I think we're all a little bit gay. Every now and then. When it suits us," she smiled at that. A sense of relief bubbled up so fast, I almost laughed. "It's just some people never find the opportunity. Tonight, you did," she gave me a bit of a squeeze. "Embrace it. It may never happen again."

"Are you not gay then?"

"Er... nope," she said, her eyes suddenly alive with mischief, "and boy would my boyfriend love to be a fly on the wall at the moment." I gasped, presumably my face a mask of shock. Kim laughed. Kissed me. I laughed, "but you don't have to worry about that. He's in Newcastle."

"So, have you done this before?"

"Maybe."

"I want to reciprocate," I said. This time I kissed her, just a peck. It dawned on me that she'd done most of the kissing.

"Because you want to, or because you think you should... to be polite?"

"Because I want to," I said, "and because I want you to feel the way you made me feel." We danced in silence, our bodies pressing closer together; my heart beating faster at the thought of making good on my promise.

We danced. We kissed. We drank our beer. Our bodies pressed together - moving, gyrating to the beat of the music. As I held Kim, the tangy scent of sea water, mixed with something floral and feminine rose from her skin. It just served to ignite my senses. I ran my hands over her hips. I wanted to taste her, kiss her all over. It became almost an obsession welling up inside me. I was more afraid that the chance would slip by... and with it the experience.

"Would you like to go back to the beach?" I whispered into her ear in a brief and rare break in the music. Kissing her neck, feeling her shiver satisfyingly at my breath on her skin.

"Or you could just drag me into a toilet cubicle and go for it?" I pulled away and looked at her. I think she was serious. I thought it sounded a bit base. Not quite the romantic reciprocation I had in mind. Kim pleasuring me on the beach, waves lapping at my feet; me kneeling on the floor of a toilet cubicle, whilst she sat on the closed seat. It somehow didn't feel the same. Kim must have read my mind - or maybe just the expression on my face. "What's the matter?" she teased - although it was friendly - "Did you have something more ladylike in mind?" she smiled, "or are you desperate to get naked in public again?" she winked at me.

"Why would I be naked?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Because it made your heart beat harder earlier," she said. She'd leant back in. Her breath on my neck. A shiver ran slowly down my spine, like a single cold raindrop, trailing down my hot skin. "It heightened your climax... and you want to do it again; because something about it lit your fuse."

"Not in the toilets," I took her hand and led her out of the bar. We stood at the edge of the promenade, the night suddenly louder. Despite the hour, there were more people moving around than there had been before. My body suddenly shuddered - excitement mixed with fear - the opportunity seemed to have waned. The risk of being caught was suddenly much higher.

Bursts of laughter drifted from a campfire, lit on the beach where we had previously been. Maybe even by the group we'd seen approaching us. Bottles clattered; someone sang off-key. I paused and looked down the beach, further along, but it was hidden by the night.

"So, what's your plan now?" Kim whispered in my ear, following my gaze, clearly sensing my nervousness.

"My plan," I said, turning to face her, suddenly a little more emboldened - eager not to lose the moment - "is to find somewhere I can undress you; kiss you; taste you," I kissed her and nibbled on her bottom lip, closing my teeth over it gently, "and make you cum." I pulled away. She was staring at me. "If that's okay with you?"

"There are quieter spots," she said, her smile slow, her voice conspiratorial, "you just have to know where to look."

I felt a flutter inside me. I didn't want to lose the moment, for it to just peter out. "Show me."

Kim took my hand, threading her fingers through mine. "Come on then," she led me away from the beach and the sound of the bars started to fade, until it was just the sound of our shoes on the pavement. A scooter buzzed past; then just the sound of the breeze in the palm trees that lined the pavement; that, and my breath - soft, short, excitable gasps; the thrill of building anticipation bubbling inside like a kettle someone had forgotten to switch off. She led me down a darkened residential street, everything faded.

"Do you know where we're going?" I whispered, a little breathless.

"Of course. I've been here before. There's a lookout point above the bay. Tourists use it to watch the sunrise... or to hide in the darkness if they need some privacy." Kim squeezed my fingers as she led me up a gentle slope. The air smelled of sea salt. Insects chirped in the grass. The stone steps opened up gradually into a small overlook - a low wall protecting the cliff edge - a safety rail running along the top. Beyond it, the ocean stretched away.

No voices.

No footsteps.

Just the warm wind and the sound of my breath.

"Here," Kim pulled me to her, "is that better?" her breath on my neck made me shiver.

"Yes!" Little more than a whisper. I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her towards me. When I kissed her, her response was hungry as if the walk up here was enough to build her anticipation for what I'd promised her.

...

I was clumsy, amateurish. I forgot about the tension and foreplay. As we kissed, my hand crept down below the hem of her skirt. I touched her thigh. I felt her flinch. My hand slipped inside her knickers at her hip, then crept around. I felt her moan, her breath hot in my mouth. She shuffled her legs apart, her feet scuffing at the gravel beneath our shoes.

I touched her lips. They were swollen and moist. She broke the kiss and fixed me with a stare. "Would you do something for me," she whispered, "I did want you to take me to the toilet in the bar. I wanted something naughty and a little dirty."

I nodded. I said nothing. I wanted to know what I could do for her. She leant into me so she could whisper in my ear.

"Pull my knickers down my thighs," her breath was short and ragged, "I want you to finger me until I cum." She kissed my ear, then down my neck. My fingers were already there, playing, wriggling softly. "Then you can do whatever you want to me." I did as she'd asked. I hitched her skirt up around her waist and rolled her knickers down about halfway down her thighs. With my fingers already lubricated with her excitement, when she shuffled her feet further apart, I slowly slipped my ring and index finger inside her. She moaned, long and low, it was very erotic. Her head fell against my shoulder; her breath hot on my neck, sending a delicious shiver through me.

I worked my fingers in all the way. Her pussy closed around me. I kept them almost completely inside her and just worked them back and forth rather than in and out.

Each breath was a gasp. Each one sending a shudder through me. I revelled in the reaction I got. My own arousal growing in tandem - if not quite to the same level.

Kim held me. Her hands spanning across my back, pulling me towards her; squeezing me against her.

"Yes!" It was barely a word. The heel of my hand was wet where it rubbed at her lips. "Oh. Fuck!" Her hips pushed insistently towards me. I started to slip my fingers in and out, guessing that my slow, deliberate movements were no longer sufficient. "Fuck. Yes, please," she'd found her voice. No longer a whisper. Her breathless moans grew in volume and speed.

She held her breath.

My fingers continued. I guess it must have just been for a few seconds. It felt so much more.

"Don't stop," then she was silent again. Her hips pushed forward. Suddenly she stood bolt upright. Her head snapped up from my shoulder. She stared into my eyes - hers wide and wild. "Fuck!" Her muscles gripped my fingers. She grabbed my shoulders with both hands. "Fuck!"

She came. Her breath sharp, harsh gasps. Staring at me, unblinkingly. Her hips flexing. Her pussy soaking. The palm of my hand sticky. Her muscles twitching. I left my fingers inside her, just held them there until she was still. Her chest pushed against me with every rise from every snatched breath.

"Fucking hell!" then she giggled, "you can stop now," she was panting. Slowly, I slipped my fingers out. I slid them between my lips and sucked them clean. "Oh my God!" she rested her forehead against mine. Kissed me gently. "Fucking hell!"

"Can I ask what that was all about?"

"Why? Was it a bit weird?"

"A little." I said with a smirk. "A little... specific."

"Best not too really," she said, "oh my God!" My heart fluttered at the impact I'd had on her. Her breath started to come under control. "Now... what do you want to do to me?"

...

I led her over to a bench overlooking the sea. I pushed her against the back, the base of her spine leaning against the top slat. I kissed her lips. She kissed me back. She was still a little breathless. I liked that.

"Strip me naked!" she said.

"You're very bossy."

"Then strip yourself naked."

"Why do I have to be naked?"

"You don't. But you want to be," she kissed me. Her eyes were wicked, glinting, "do it."

As I pushed her skirt and knickers down, Kim took off her t-shirt and bra, dropping them onto the bench. When she stepped out of her skirt and knickers, and I scooped them up. For a moment I was eye-level with her sex. She was shaved down to just a thin, vertical stripe of closely cropped blonde hair. With her legs slightly parted I could see her swollen, shining lips. I'd never seen a shaven one before. In my heightened state of sexual excitement, I was just about to lean in and kiss it, when Kim pulled me to my feet.

As she kissed me, she unzipped my dress and pushed it off over my shoulders. It crumpled to my feet. She unclipped my bra, that too fell. I broke the kiss.

"Hey!" I whispered.

"Shh!" she kissed me again, "take your knickers off." My heart hammered hard in my chest. I shot a look over my shoulder. We were alone. I slipped my knickers down my thighs, the cotton against my skin, brushing dried sand off my legs. I plucked them up and tossed them on top of the pile. "See, isn't that better."

With a deep breath held inside me, I kissed her. I willed myself to relax. I wanted to enjoy this. I wanted Kim to enjoy it more. She had been so gentle. It has been so erotic. I didn't want to just blunder around.

I closed my eyes and kissed down her neck; along her collarbone. I dropped my hands to her hips, my fingertips just skating over her skin. I felt her shiver at my touch.

"You know this won't take long," she whispered, "not after last time."

I kissed her nipple; it was already hard. I closed my teeth over it and tugged gently. I squeezed the other between thumb and forefinger. She moaned. Her hand had sneaked into my hair. There was no pressure, but it felt like she was willing me down.

I kissed down her stomach, pausing briefly at her navel. She shuffled her legs further apart. She leant more heavily against the bench. When I reached what remained of her pubic hair, each kiss was accompanied by a flick of my tongue. Her skin slightly salty from the sea water.

I looked up through the strands of my hair blowing across my eyes, meeting Kim's gaze as the wind from the sea whipped around us. The open air of the cliffside made the entire moment feel fragile, every shift of the wind and every brush of the dry grass against my knees felt magnified, drawing all my awareness inward. The sea air carried a sharp, wild scent, anchoring us to the reality of the cliffside.

I could smell her arousal. Her lips protruded without hair to hide them in. I imagined it would be a terribly sexy sight to a lover. Such an obvious sign of arousal.

Now there was a little pressure on the back of my head. A groan of anticipation escaped her lips. I started to duck lower, intending to lick back up her thighs as she'd done to me, but her fingers tangled in my hair - I think it was deliberate.

My tongue flicked out and split her lips. Just a taste. She flinched. Her reaction made me giggle. I did it again. Then again. The same reaction each time. I giggled. She pulled my hair back making me look at her.

"If you tease me. I'll bend you over this bench and spank you until your bottom is red and raw." She pushed me back down. I was unsure what to do with that information. I was tempted to tease her to see if she would. I'd never been spanked before. I'd never done much of anything before really.

Until tonight. You dirty dog.

Even that thought sent a thrill through my spine. I kissed her, then let my tongue wander. It was an awkward angle. I wanted to do to Kim what she'd done to me, but the angle was not ideal. I shifted slightly on my knees, the sharp stalks of dry grass pressing into my skin as I leaned closer. I licked all around her lips. Immediately, her groans became more vocal. I squatted lower, my hands between her thighs, encouraging her to shuffle them further apart. She obliged, leaning more heavily on the back of the bench. I was able to probe her pussy with my tongue. Her lips were full and swollen. Far more than mine ever got. I sucked at them, using the tip of my tongue to investigate her labia.

I found her clitoris.

She squealed.

Her hand tightened in my hair.

"Fuck. I told this wouldn't take long," her fingers were still woven into my hair, holding me at a precise, deliberate distance, her knuckles tense.

Her hips pushed towards me. Her juices coated my lips and chin. As my tongue probed inside her, my nose was pressed against her clitoris. She relaxed her grip on my hair and her hands moved to her breasts, kneading, tweaking her nipples.

I could watch her as I worked. Her eyes fixed on me constantly. Her chest heaving - short, shallow breaths. Each exhale little more than a squeak.

"Don't you dare stop."

I licked through her lips, again taking them into my mouth. My thumb found her clitoris.

"Fucking hell," my thumb pressed harder. My tongue focused on her lips, licking; sucking. "I'm cumming," her voice seemed to echo across the lookout.

I watched her.

Her eyes widened.

She bit her bottom lip. Her brow creased.

The world seemed to pause for a long second. Every nerve ending seemed to be wound to the point of snapping, vibrating with a shared energy that made the warm air around us feel entirely electric.

Every muscle in her frame seemed to lock down in a tight, sustained hold. She caught her breath. The stillness finally broke. The accumulated tension dissolved entirely, transforming into a sudden, overwhelming rush that swept away the last remnants of restraint.

"Fuck. Fuck," her hands were back in my hair. Her hips spasmed. Gasps filled the air.

She came.

Her pussy was awash.

I licked and lapped.

Swallowed.

She was so wet.

"Oh my fucking God!" she went silent. Limp. I let my tongue tease, just flicking very gently against her. Her legs started to tremble.

I giggled.

She beckoned me up with her finger. I stood slowly. She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me - long and deep. When she broke away, she was still breathless. Any touch of my fingers on her skin made her flinch.

For moments she just stared at me.

"Oh. My fucking God!" the way she was looking at me made me giggle. It set her off, "are you sure you've never done that before?"

I shook my head, "was that okay?"

"Okay? Fuck me, sweetheart," she was only just starting to get her breath back. "Okay? Fucking hell."

Turns out I could reciprocate. Turns out I could make her feel the way she'd made me feel. Maybe even more so. A contented heat spread through me.

For what felt like minutes, we stood and stared at each other in silence, the warm breeze on my hot skin. Trading kisses.

"You know what. The next time I'm feeling a little gay... I'll definitely look you up."

That made us both laugh again, wrapped in each other's arms - the breeze blowing over our skin, her chest heaving against mine; waves breaking on the rocks below.

Aftermath

I didn't see Kim again. For the first day or so, I searched for her - glancing up when laughter drifted down the beach. But over the last few days of the holiday, the hope of seeing her again slipped away, but was replaced with something that felt far more powerful.

I found myself walking differently - shoulders back, steps purposeful. The world around me felt the same, but I didn't. Not inside. Something had unlatched and swung open.

Kim was not a missing piece. Her absence was not something to mourn. That night had been exactly what it needed to be. No more. No less.

So, after the initial search and a flutter of disappointment at not finding her, I simply let myself appreciate the sharp simplicity of what had happened. A chance meeting at exactly the right moment with exactly the right person.

That night didn't feel like something unfinished. It just felt complete.

The last few days of the holiday were exactly the same as those that preceded it - late breakfasts with my parents; lazy swims; pages turning as I lay on the beach with a book. Yet inside me, there was an undertone of confidence that I'd never felt before. I'd acted on instinct; trusted myself; allowed something unexpected to unfold without doubting or apologising for it.

I liked this new version of myself. I liked the new voice in my head.

Bold. Curious. Capable of stepping over that line we draw in the sand for ourselves that we're never supposed to cross.

Whether or not we met again didn't matter. The outcome was the point. The proof that I could choose my own direction, follow my own momentum, choose my own path. It seems Kim had uncovered me - in more ways than one.