It was a hot summer day when I first met her. I was getting a new tattoo, a delicate design of a seashell, on my shoulder at a beachside tattoo parlor. The artist was taking a break, and I was left alone in the room when she walked in. She was a vision of beauty with long, sun-kissed hair and sparkling blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean. She wore a tiny bikini that left little to the imagination, and I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric.
“Hi, I’m Bella,” she said, extending her hand towards me.
I took her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through my body. “Nice to meet you, Bella. I’m Alex.”
We made small talk, and I learned that she was a local surfer who loved the ocean as much as I did. I couldn’t help but stare at her lips, wondering what they would feel like against mine. She must have noticed my gaze because she leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear.
“Do you want to go for a swim?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.
I nodded, unable to speak. We made our way to the beach, and I watched as she stripped off her bikini, revealing her perfect body. I couldn’t resist any longer and pulled her close, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
We tumbled into the waves, our bodies entwined. She wrapped her legs around me, and I could feel her wetness against my thigh. I trailed my lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned, her fingers digging into my back.
We made our way back to the shore, our bodies slick with seawater. She pushed me down onto the sand, straddling me. I could feel her heat against my cock, and I throbbed with desire.
She leaned down, her hair cascading around us like a curtain. She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. I reached up, cupping her breasts, feeling her nipples harden beneath my fingers.
She broke away, her breath hot against my ear. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
I flipped her over, pinning her to the sand. I trailed my lips down her body, tasting the salt on her skin. I licked her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. She moaned, her fingers tugging at my hair.
I continued my descent, kissing her belly button, her hips, and finally, her pussy. I licked her slit, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her legs spreading wider. I licked her clit, feeling it swell beneath my tongue. She cried out, her hips bucking against my mouth.
I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. I added another finger, stretching her. She moaned, her hips moving in time with my fingers. I curled my fingers, hitting her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
I slipped on a condom and entered her, feeling her warmth surround me. I started slowly, building up a rhythm. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her. I thrust harder, feeling her walls tighten around me. She moaned, her fingers digging into my back.
I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew I was close. I reached down, rubbing her clit. She cried out, her orgasm triggering mine. I came hard, my seed filling the condom.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, the sound of the ocean in our ears. It was a perfect moment, one that I would never forget.
The sun began to set, casting a warm glow over us. I knew I had to leave, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay there, with her, forever.
But all good things must come to an end. I kissed her one last time, tasting the salt on her lips.
“I’ll see you soon,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
She smiled, her eyes shining. “I’ll be here,” she said, her voice soft.
I stood up, my legs shaky. I made my way back to the tattoo parlor, my heart heavy. I would never forget her, the girl with the sun-kissed hair and sparkling blue eyes.
She was my tempting ink, my reminder of a perfect day.
