She hiked all the way down the beach to the rocks. She was far away enough from the crowds, but she wanted more. After climbing over the rocks, she found a flat ledge above the sea, warm in the sun, and just right for sunbathing. She laid out her towel. With a glance back to make sure no one had seen her, she slipped off her swimsuit.
Once stretched out, soaking up sun, the lapping of the sea on the rocks soothing her ears, she began to feel warm all over. Her right hand began to roam her body. It just seemed to explore on its own, and she made no effort to stop it. When her fingers brushed her golden curls, she shuttered. Her fingertips knew what would happen next and her hips arched to meet them. She would make herself cum, and not hold back. Not stifle her moans and her gasps of pleasure. She would cum in full view of the sun, looking down on her, exposed.
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| Alicia Justin, June, 1974 |
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