Tide at Twilight

The small pristine holiday villa was set at the top of a swathe of sand; as powdery and white as freshly fallen snow. The ocean stretched out; cerulean blue, as far as the eye could see, meeting the sky with a perfection that made it look like the ocean arced upwards to the roof of the world. The sun was a perfect orb of white gold, its rays beating down with fierce heat on the faces of the holiday makers. The woman who had hired the villa climbed down the steps onto the beach, turned to her left and began following the line of palm trees along the curve of the beach. The day was scorching hot and the woman kept to the shade of the palm trees as much as possible, pulling her large straw beach hat over her face to protect it from the glare. The palm trees swayed in the slight breeze, each planted exactly twenty feet from each other. Every ten palm trees another small holiday villa was nestled. The company that ran the vacation spot owned sixteen miles of tropical beach and they had built four hundred and twenty holiday villas along the crescent of sandy ocean side paradise.

The woman continued to walk along the beach, away from the villa she had rented. She wasn't really paying attention to where she was going or how far she had walked. She was lost in her own thoughts. The woman was about 5 foot 5 in height and curvy. Her body was best described as voluptuous. Her skin had originally been a creamy white but a soft apricot tan was starting to spread across her limbs. She wore a bikini of emerald fabric, the bra supporting her large bust. Long red hair flowed down her shoulder's to the small of her back; worn half up and half down under the straw beach hat. Her long willowy legs moved with a graceful gait, culminating in small dainty feet that sank into the powdery sand. A warm tropical breeze blew towards her, catching the russet tresses of her hair and blowing them behind her. There were only a few people out on the beach at the moment and the woman passed through them without pausing. She wanted to find an empty patch of beach, somewhere she could be alone. Behind her sunglasses, she spotted a small out cropping of smooth black stone jutting out from the diamond sand. She turned slightly and began heading towards it. As she left the shade of the palm trees, the heat of the sand kissed her feet. Behind her, the palm trees swayed in the breeze but this time her hair stayed motionless, the outcrop of rock shielding her from the wind.

Sandra sat down on the sand and placed her beach bag, a large affair of lilac and cream cotton, down beside her. She took off her sunglasses and stowed then in the bag. Next she pulled out a bottle of mineral water and put it to her lips. Her sparkling green eyes, emerald like her bikini, looked out over the sparkling sapphire water. She let out a long soft sigh. The sigh sounded like it was supposed to convey relaxation and a state of peace but it sounded off. Like a familiar song with one word sung wrong. As she put the bottle away, she couldn't help checking her phone for messages. There weren't any. She knew there wouldn't be. She looked back out over the water and felt thankful she had uninstalled social media from her phone whilst she was here. This holiday was supposed to be her detox, her escape from the rot that had settled into her life over the last few months.

She gave herself a little shake and tried to put that thought behind her before it could take hold. Leaning forward, she began to trace patterns in the sand with her finger. By profession she was a teacher of geography and art and doodling was a life long habit when she wanted to distract herself. The sound of footsteps came echoing across the beach and Sandra glanced up without paying attention. She froze as she recognised that stride, that silhouette against the sun. What the fuck was he doing here? The figure came closer, jogging up the beach with a strong measured gait. Sandra began to breathe quicker as her stress levels spiked. When the man was no more than five metres away, Sandra saw him more clearly and relaxed. It wasn't him. Neil's hair was blonde this man had dark brown hair. Neil shaved his torso where as this man had a thick chest of hair. Neil was shorter and more stocky than this man, who had long lanky limbs. Sandra laughed at herself, feeling embarrassed. She wouldn't run into her ex here. He was probably somewhere half a world away. For a brief moment, her mind flashed back to the day he'd left. She had stood frozen in the living room of the shitty little apartment they rented together and watched as his back went out the door. She felt again the heartbreak and the betrayal and despite the heat of the day she suddenly felt cold.

The soft sigh of the ocean filled her ears as she sat there, lost for a moment in memories that were still so fresh they hardly deserved to be called memories at all. They were a constant presence in her heart and a burden on her soul that she had not yet learned how to move past. She lifted her head and gazed out to sea, tears brimming in her eyes as she did so. She let them sit there for a moment and then wiped them away with sandy fingers. She rose to her feet and walked slowly down to where the sea met the shore. The waves were warm as bath water and they lapped her toes as she stood in the surf. Another memory. A hot steaming bath, then pain, then bleeding that made her heart stop with a cold fear. Sandra walked forward until the water came up to her waist and then threw herself forward into the crystal clear water. She let the waves engulf her, ducking her head beneath the swell and shaking out her long red hair as she came back to the surface. Her eyes took in her figure beneath her bikini, her breasts straining against the fabric. She heard again the cruel comments about having let herself go and getting fat. Not for the first time she wondered if it was true. She waded back towards the beach and returned to where she had left her beach bag and towel. Lying down on her back, she closed her eyes and tried to empty her mind. She needed to move on, she needed to forget, she needed to stop letting the events of the last few months rule her. She continued to lie stretched out on her towel, just listening to the waves and trying not to think. She counted each wave crashing into the beach and slowly felt herself getting drowsy. She yawned. She lost count of the waves.

She was back in hospital. Neil was beside her, holding her hand and talking to her. His voice had started out encouraging, his grip supportive, but as things had gotten harder and complications had begun to take shape. Sandra felt another crippling wave of pain.

"Oh fuck." She screamed. The doctors continued to work between her legs, their expressions worried. Tense words muttered to each other behind the masks. This was all happening to soon. The baby wasn't due for another fifteen weeks. Neil's hand felt heavy in hers; no longer supportive, it trembled with his own fear and panic. His words were no longer encouraging, they were accusatory. Did he think this was some how her fault? Did he blame her for the fact that the life of their baby now hung in the balance? Another wave of pain and Sandra cried out in desperation.

"Don't let my baby die. Please don't let my baby die." The next ten minutes were a blur of black and red, pain and the blankness of thought that it brings in its wake.

As Sandra slept, the sun continued its path over the beach and into the west. Just after four o'clock in the afternoon, the moon rose and its soft, almost intangible presence took position in the sky opposite its brighter companion. The tide changed and wave by wave, the ocean began creeping its way up the beach. Sandra stayed sleeping, her dreams playing out across her face as her eyes fluttered wildly beneath her eye lids and her soft sensitive mouth twitched. Occasionally, people would stroll past the sleeping woman but they paid her no attention. The exception was a tall, black man dressed in a white cotton shirt and silvery grey shorts, and a strange expression on his face. It was a kind face but the expression was almost sad. Without a word, he sat down on the golden sand beside the sleeping woman, his dark brown eyes fixed on the sea. The blue of the water was radiant in the sunlight as the sun began its descent towards the horizon. The man just continued to sit, his face at once sad and kind and beside him the red haired woman continued to sleep.

Sandra held her baby in her arms and tears welled in her eyes. She had done it the baby had been born safely and was healthy. He would require some time in hospital for monitoring but he was alive and well. Neil leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, the panic replaced with deep unadulterated love. Their love had made a brand new human and together the three of them would be a family.

"I'm so proud of you sweetheart." Neil murmured. He kissed her again and then pressed his lips softly to the head of their new-born son. Sandra smiled tiredly up at him. The birth had been difficult and exhausting. She could barely keep her eyes open. She yawned and she felt her eyelids begin to close. A nurse entered the room and lifted her baby out of her arms. She tried to hold on to him but it was like trying to hold on to sand as the nurse slipped her son from her fingers. Beside her, she felt Neil extricate himself from their embrace and step backwards, away from her. Her eyelids closed and she began to feel conscious of the fact that the soft hospital bed felt coarse, rough and was radiating a warmth into her back. There was a glare in her face and a soft swooshing sound in her ears.

The sun was on the horizon, the sea beneath it turning from cerulean blue to a blaze of burnished copper as it reflected the sinking sun. Behind the palm trees, the sky was turning an inky black, transitioning to a deep navy, then a pale violet as it approached where the sun still lit the sky. The wind was still a warm gentle breeze as it blew against the beach. The tide had moved up the beach and the waves were now breaking only a few metres from where Sandra was sleeping. Beside her the man still sat in silence, but his eyes were now watching the beautiful redhead sleep, admiring her flawless skin and radiant hair and watching her soft steady breathing. Sandra's eyes fluttered open and she sat up so abruptly that it startled the man beside her. Her brilliant green eyes widened as they took in the man sitting beside her. My god she's beautiful, the man thought as he stared back at her. Sandra's heart raced, sending fear spiked blood around her body. For a moment, she wondered if she was still asleep and her dream had taken an odd turn.

"Who are you?" she stammered, her voice coloured with anxiety. The stranger gave her a slight smile, and extended a hand to her.

"My name's Craig. What's yours?" Sandra looked down at his hand and slowly took it. Craig shook her hand briefly and let go. Sandra flexed her fingers, marvelling at the warmth of his skin. She met his eyes; chocolate brown and friendly.

"Sandra." She replied.

Her melodious voice was like honey to Craig's ears. His gaze took in her soft expression, her liquid emerald gaze, her creamy skin and the rosy pink of her slightly parted lips.

"Its lovely to meet you Sandra." He told her. Sandra brushed a lock of red hair off of her face. Her eyes were puzzled as she glanced around herself at the deserted beach.

"Why were you sitting next to me whilst I slept?" She blurted out. Craig shifted his position, turning to sit beside her rather than facing her.

"I was visiting the beach and happened to spot you sleeping. I don't know if you realise but the tide comes in quite quickly on this stretch of beach. I didn't want you to get caught by the waves, so I decided to sit with you until you woke up to ensure you were safe." Sandra stared at the man sitting beside her and felt a warm glow of gratitude. It had been months since anyone had shown her that sort of care or consideration.

A smile broke out across her face. She leant forward slightly and her voice was full of appreciation.

"Thank you. That's.... really sweet of you." Craig smiled back at her, teeth white against his black skin.

"Its my pleasure." He told her. He looked out over the water and checked his watch. Sandra was filled with curiosity about this kind stranger who had chosen to sit with her and make sure she came to no harm whilst she slept.

"Are you waiting for something?" she asked. Craig nodded.

"Sunset." He replied, "It's kind of a personal tradition." Sandra was still curious but she didn't want to stick her nose in. Craig glanced down at the small picnic bag he'd brought with him. Previously he had done this alone but this evening he felt like he needed companionship. And he was enjoying the presence of the pretty woman beside him. He opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of wine.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked. Sandra looked at him, her confusion growing and mixing with fresh concern.

"Why do you have a bottle of wine with you?" She asked. Craig's face took on that same sad expression it had worn earlier in the day. He opened the bottle of wine and lifting it to his lips, he took a mouthful.

"Three years ago my sister came here on her holiday. She got caught by the tide and drowned. Every year I come here to watch the sunset and drink to her memory."

Sandra sat and stared at the man beside her, understanding crashing down upon her. She reached out tentatively, but didn't touch him.

"That's why you stayed with me." She said with realisation. Craig nodded and again offered her the wine. Sandra took the bottle from him and putting it to her lips she took a sip before handing it back to Craig.

"I'm so sorry for intruding. I'll leave you in peace. Thank you so much for looking out for me." She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek and rose.

"Wait." Craig said, "You're not intruding Sandra. In fact I would welcome some company this evening. Will you join me?" Sandra stood for a moment, looking at the man stretched out on the sand. He was kind, he was vulnerable, he was handsome. For the second time, her heart began to race, but this time it was attraction that flooded her bloodstream. She lowered herself gently back into the sand, still warm from the blazing sun.

"Yes Craig. I'll stay with you."

They sat on the beach passing the wine back and forth as the sun continued to sink lower on the horizon and the sky behind the palm trees grew ever darker. Craig began to talk about his sister; Julie. Memories of their childhood together, of birthdays, special occasions, times he'd protected his little sister and times she had supported him. As she listened, Sandra surreptitiously looked him over, admiring his handsome features. She took in his smart but simple clothes; crisp white shirt and silvery grey shorts. His head was clean shaven but his eyebrows were jet black above his chocolate brown eyes. His eyes sparkled with warmth against the darkness of his skin and his teeth were a dazzling white as he talked. The top two buttons of his shirt were open and the smooth curve of his neck disappeared into a dense tangle of black chest hair. Emerging from the sleeves of his shirt, his arms were muscular without being jacked. He looks strong without looking brutish, Sandra thought to herself. His hands had long, broad fingers as he held out the bottle of wine to her and they grazed her smaller dainty fingers as she took the bottle. Her fingers tingled at the contact, like a chemical reaction triggered by the touch of his skin. She dropped her eyes, trying not to look at him. Craig stared at Sandra as she took a hasty sip of wine. He'd felt the same connection she'd felt as their fingers touched and he felt his growing attraction to her. He wanted to learn more about her, clearing his throat slightly, he asked.

"So are you on holiday by yourself? Sandra nodded. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them

"I needed some time away from my shitty life." She told him. "My boyfriend recently dumped me." Of course there was far more to the story then that, but at this exact moment, Sandra was hesitant to explain the full story. Craig stared at her, his face slack with disbelief.

"How in the name of fuck could a guy dump a woman as beautiful as you?" He exclaimed. Sandra felt her cheeks go red as her body responded to his words. He thinks I'm beautiful she thought to herself and her body tingled with pleasure at the compliment. It had been a while since anyone had described her as beautiful.

Shyly she brushed another stray lock of shimmering copper hair behind her ear as she continued her story. She kept her eyes focused on the sand between them, rather than look at Craig's devastatingly handsome face.

"Neil, kind of lost interest in me physically." She admitted, "I put on a bit of weight around my hips," She gestured downwards, "my tits, my arse." Her voice held a note of annoyance as she spoke. "Neil didn't like the changes. He started making snide comments, calling me fat. He stopped coming on to me and when I asked him about it, he told me I was too ugly to turn him on anymore. Eventually he walked out on me."

Craig was stunned at what he had just heard and sat there barely able to take it in. He leaned forward on an impulse and took her hand in his. She was a stranger, but she was the most beautiful stranger he had ever met and something about her resonated with him so he felt like he had known her forever. His broad black fingers clasped her dainty white ones in a reassuring grip.

"Sandra." His voice was low and urgent. Sandra looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat as her clear green eyes met his warm chocolate ones. Craig spoke again, and his voice was raw with feeling.

"You are without a doubt, the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on." He told her. Sandra blushed again, this time an even deeper red. Her cheeks glowed in the dying embers of the sun as it sunk below the horizon. Behind her she could here the noise of nocturnal insects amongst the palm trees. From about ten metres away, she could here the oncoming waves. The full moon was turning the sand a silvery grey as twilight crept upon them as they sat, the only two people for miles.

Sandra took a deep breath.

"I was pregnant." She blurted out. She hadn't talked about this part of her relationship breakdown with anyone before. The memories, already close to the surface, bubbled up within her. The pain, the premature labour, the desperate effort to bring her baby into the world alive and the cold empty look on Neil's face when she'd failed. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

"I lost our baby. At twenty-five weeks. Neil, he never expressly said it, but I think he blamed me. That's when he started insulting my body. All the things that had changed about me whilst I was pregnant. They were a reminder to him, to both of us of what we'd lost. I don't think he could handle that. Pretending I was no longer attractive was easier for him then staying and working through what had happened. Our poor baby...." her voice broke and tears started to roll down her cheeks. To Craig, she looked impossibly beautiful in her moment of grief and on an impulse, without thinking if his actions were appropriate, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Sandra's warm lips yielded to his as they made contact and as she felt his warm breath against her mouth, she leaned in closer, tears still rolling down her cheeks but feeling in the sudden physical contact a balm to her grief. Her lips moved softly against Craig's and she leaned in even closer, draping one arm around his neck. The kiss deepened, as both he and she were hit by a deep instinctual feeling. They would never see each other again after tonight. But for tonight they were two people, who had shared their deepest pain and in so doing had fallen deeply in love with each other. Their limbs intertwined, holding each other tightly as they made out with a fierce passion, lying in the powdery sand. One of Craig's hands was wound tightly round Sandra's waist, the other was in her soft luxurious hair. Her arms were locked around his neck, her hands gripping his shoulder blades. One of her legs was hitched up and around his hip, her thigh resting under his firm arse. As their lips moved, they whispered endearments, compliments, flirtatious sweet nothings and subtle innuendoes at each other, arousing a yearning desire.

Sandra's hands moved round to Craig's chest. Her fingers stumbled upon a button and she pulled it open. A St Christopher's medal gleamed silver in the moonlight against the hair on his chest. Sandra found the next button and then the next, her fingers moving with a feverish hunger. Once unbuttoned, she ran her hands over Craig's taut muscled physique, marvelling at his body. She had loved Neil and found him physically attractive but compared to Craig, he was a filthy slob. Her fingers trembled as she caressed his skin. Craig's breath tickled her neck as he began kissing her neck and she felt the heat flush under her skin. Craig shrugged of his shirt and it fell beside him onto the sand. His hands and lips continued to move over Sandra's body. He felt the soft fabric of her swimming costume under his touch and he heard her breathing quicken. Her nipples stiffened under his fondling and he pressed his lips back to hers. He found the hem of the bikini top and pushed his hands up underneath the fabric and his hands closed around her soft, full breasts. He marvelled at their size and weight, they had to be at least a 40DD. Within his shorts, he felt his cock begin to harden and he squeezed her breasts a little harder. Sandra moaned as Craig touched her and pushing him away, she sat up and pulled the bikini up over her head and threw it to one side. Her massive tits bounced free, snow white and silver in the moonlight. Her areola were swollen and dark and her nipples were rock hard under the skilful touch of her handsome lover. Adrenaline coursed through her veins and she felt the thrill of exhibitionism as she made out topless on the beach with a man she'd only just met but felt like she had known forever. Craig's hands stroked her naked skin, making her tingle and she reached out eagerly, her hands mirroring his. She felt his desire rising against her thigh. It felt huge, bigger than was surely possible. Her hands fell to his tight arse and she squeezed it through the fabric. Craig lowered his mouth to her nipples and began to suck them gently, first one and then the other. The surf broke over his toes, the water warm against the soles of his feet.

The couple continued to kiss and touch, exciting each other too greater and greater heights. Their lust was a scorching heat upon the rapidly cooling sand and their bodies burned with desire as they each gave and received pleasure. Craig pulled Sandra closer and again his erection pressed against her naked stomach. It felt so huge against her plump belly, still stretched from her pregnancy. She felt a desperate craving; to see it, to touch it, to feel it inside her. She grabbed eagerly at his silver grey shorts and shoved them down in one swift movement. Craig felt his shorts descend and willing aided by kicking them off of his ankles. They landed in the waves and floated on the surface of the water, undulating up and down on the incoming swell. Sandra's eyes widened as they took in the massive manhood before her. Ten inches of thick ebony flesh, bound by the silver moonlight, it stood proudly before her, holding her in a state of raptured enchantment, forever under its spell. Her hand reached out and gently stroked along a pulsing vein to the tip where a bead of precum had formed. As she softly caressed the mammoth prick before her, Craig slipped his fingers into her bikini bottoms, and in her turn her naked body was exposed as they were pulled down. Craig swore under his breath as Sandra's stunningly beautiful body came into view. She was perfection and his eyes dropped hungrily to the neatly trimmed mound of ginger hair between her legs. How could any man be foolish enough to let this woman go? He asked himself. In his heart, he felt again the certainty that this was destined to be a one night affair. But he also knew that in that night they would love with an intensity they would remember for a life time. A part of him would always belong to Sandra, and to this beach. His cock throbbed with anticipation and he moaned a soft growl of animal lust as Sandra squeezed his swollen bell-end in response.

Pressing his lips to hers, Craig guided Sandra down into the sand, her head resting against the lilac fabric of her beach bag. For several long minutes they continued to kiss as they languorously stroked each other, arousing each other in the way that only two soulmates can. The intimacy of their connection was instinctual, a visceral understanding of what the other needed and a wordless communion of sexuality. Sliding down Sandra's body until his face was between her thighs, Craig gazed with a deep craving at her swollen clit, framed by trimmed curls of red hair. He took a breath in through his nose and the scent of her snatch overwhelmed him. He pressed his lips against her womanhood and kissed her gently. He repeated the kiss several times, each with an increasing passion and with each kiss he found those nerves which sent little lightning bolts of pleasure to Sandra's brain, where they exploded in tiny pin points of dazzling light. Craig knelt in the rising sea, his knees sinking into the cold sand. The tepid waves splashed against the back of his legs and his dangling bollocks, heavy with seed and desire. The warm water did nothing to lessen his soaring arousal and he buried his face deeper into the scorching heat between Sandra's legs. His tongue probed her innermost regions and he tasted the combination of her sweet honey and the salty sea spray upon her lips. A shudder ran the length of his spine as he ate of her forbidden fruit and he knew he would never be free of his yearning for another taste. "Oh Sandra." He moaned against the warm wet folds of her pussy. He felt her hands on the back of his head, pressing him harder to her, his nose grazing her clit.

"Oh Craig." He heard her whisper in reply, barely audible above the crashing waves. Those words were the final trigger. I must have her. All of her. He thought. He needed to consummate their love here and now.

Sandra gasped as she felt the tip of Craig's massive schlong stretch apart her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and stretched out on the sand as, slowly and tenderly, Craig penetrated deeper and deeper into her cunt. Sandra moaned with satisfaction, she'd never felt so full, nor had she ever received this much pleasure from being intimate with a man. Her breath came in soft short gasps of bliss. She felt so amazing as she lay there in the surf, her body pressed into the sand by her lover, the sea crashing over her legs where they lay entwined with Craig's, the warm fulfilment of sexual gratification filling her with a radiant glow. As Craig rolled and thrusted on top of her, his eyes absorbed her with a ravenous hunger. He loved the way her long red hair spread out on the sand in wild abandonment. He watched every flicker of pleasure spasm across her face and felt a warm surge of satisfaction that he was giving her such pleasure. He admired the way her large perfect tits bounced with each thrust of his cock into her cunt. The silver moonlight, the warm seawater, the gentle breeze and the chirping of the nocturnal insects amongst the palm trees all combined to make this the most romantic night of his life and the couple made love with a sensuality that surpassed anything they had ever experienced. Craig felt Sandra shudder beneath him as her first orgasm rippled through her. Her breathing became faster and more ragged, and she gasped under her breath.

"Oh my God. Oh Craig. Oh my love, take me darling. Oh fuck yes!" Craig gripped her hips, shoved himself even deeper into her velvet depths and his hips moved with confident movements as their love making transitioned into a fervently zealous shag of unbridled lust. Craig's balls ached with the urgency of his need. He wanted to fill his beautiful love with his seed, to quench his desperate need for her. Once again he felt in his heart the painful certainty that they would never meet again after tonight and his cock lurched forward with an aggressive urgency, fucking her cunt with the force of all his desire and love. If this was their only night together, it was going to be the best fucking night of their lives. A wave crashed over the wildly fucking couple, soaking their naked bodies from head to toe. At the same moment, Craig's orgasm flowed through him and jet after jet of hot spunk burst from the tip of his huge black cock and into Sandra's horny white cunt.

"OH FUCK." Craig cried out in ecstasy. He pressed his lips to Sandra in an intense kiss, his tongue playing erotically against hers as his cock finished depositing its enormous load inside her.

A second larger wave crashed over them, leaving them both coughing and spluttering as the salt water filled their mouths and nostrils. Craig pulled himself out of Sandra and grabbed her hand in his.

"Quick." He shouted and stumbling through the rapidly deepening water, he half helped, half dragged Sandra up on to the large outcropping of rock that stood a bit further up the beach and stayed above the tide. Sandra fell against the stone, gasping for breath, her bare tits heaving. Craig towered above her looking out to sea with an expression of frustration.

"Shit. Looks like we've lost all our stuff." Faintly lit by the moonlight, he could just about see his shorts, Sandra's bikini, her straw hat and the lilac beach bag as they were swept out to sea. Whilst he stared out at their lost possessions, Sandra's attention was elsewhere. From her position on her knees, Craig's still semi hard prick was only inches from her face. She leant in close and pressed her nose to his fat balls, inhaling his sweaty musk. She felt her pussy clench at the scent, pushing a thick wad of cum out on to the rock. She stuck out her tongue and dragged a long lick up the length of his shaft, savouring the flavour of their mingled fuck fluids. She ran her tongue up the other side of his prick, and felt him convulse as her tongue coaxed him back to full arousal. As his cock stiffened, Craig was aware of a growing pressure in his balls. His eyes rolled back into his head as Sandra skilfully loved him. None of his previous lovers had worshipped his cock with such willingness. Being so well endowed put most women off from sucking him, but Sandra's tongue glided over his hard flesh, lovingly cleaning the evidence of their passionate conjugal union from his dick. A sudden surge of pleasure ripped through him, making his knees buckle as Sandra parted her lips and swallowed the thick mushroom head of his prick.

"Oh Shit!" he yelled, his voice echoing out over the deserted shore. For the second time that night, he felt his balls clench and another orgasm seized him, sending ropes of jizz into Sandra's waiting mouth. Pulling back, Sandra's face was covered in the third spurt, before the fourth and fifth splattered her tits.

The full moon shone down upon the beach as Craig lifted Sandra into his muscular arms. Her tits and face were still coated in his cum in a way which was seductive and enticing. God she's so fucking hot, Craig thought as he kissed her lovingly, tasting his seed on her lips. He carried her down the slope of the rock towards the still exposed sand at the top of the beach. Setting her gently down, they walked hand in hand through the moon kissed surf, their naked bodies dappled with the shadows cast by the palm trees. The night was now silent except for the constant shushing of the waves as they made their way up the beach and then back out into the endless ocean. The pair of lovers walked back towards Sandra's rented villa, confident in their nudity and blissful in their fulfilled love for each other. Sandra's milky white tits swayed gently as she walked, catching Craig's eye and stirring the occasional twitch from his thick cock, dangling between his muscular legs as he escorted his lady back home. The walk back to the villa took far longer than it had taken Sandra that morning. Everything looked different in the half light cast by the moon and they had to retrace their steps on several occasions. And every now and then they would become enraptured once more with the sight of each other, and they would stop. They would stare at each other, kiss each other, reach out and explore each other with intimate touches and whisper words of affection and desire. It was well after midnight by the time they arrived at Sandra's villa. Standing on the veranda, she turned to face Craig. Meeting his eyes, she opened her mouth to say what she needed to tell him. To confess how he had made her feel. The words didn't come.

"Thank you for seeing me home Craig. And for staying when everyone else passed by." Craig smiled, leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek, completely ignoring the dried smear of his own semen that ran down the side of her nose. The words to confess his own feelings didn't come either. Instead he said.

"Thank you for listening to my memories of my sister. It was nice to have someone to talk to. Take care Sandra." Their eyes met one last time; emerald green and chocolate brown and in their depths, the intensity of their love was communicated. Craig turned away, breaking the spell, and continued walking up the beach. Sandra stayed standing on the veranda watching as his naked form disappeared into the pitch blackness. She could feel his semen trickling down her thigh, smell his scent upon her skin. She realised that her sorrow at her failed relationship had dissolved, replaced by a warm feeling of knowing that somewhere in the world, invisible but undying, there was a man who had loved her for who she was. And had done so amongst the waves of a tropical sea, under the light of a full moon.

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