It was a hot summer day as I strolled along the beach, the sun beating down on my skin. I couldn’t help but notice a woman further down the shore, her body adorned with intricate tattoos. She was lying on a towel, soaking up the sun, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
I gathered my courage and approached her, striking up a conversation. Her name was Sienna, and she was a tattoo artist from the city. We hit it off immediately, talking about our shared love of art and the beach.
As the day wore on, we decided to take a dip in the ocean. The cool water felt amazing against our skin, and we swam out to a secluded area away from the crowds. That’s when things started to heat up.
Sienna and I started kissing, our bodies pressed together in the waves. She tasted like saltwater and sunscreen, and I couldn’t get enough. We made our way back to the shore, our bodies still entwined.
Once we reached the towel, Sienna began to undress me, her fingers tracing the lines of my own tattoos. She kissed me deeply, her hands exploring my body. I could feel her arousal growing, and I knew I had to have her.
I laid her down on the towel, my mouth finding her nipples. I sucked and nibbled, causing her to moan with pleasure. My hand made its way down to her bikini bottoms, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy.
I slipped a finger inside of her, feeling how wet she was for me. She arched her back, her hips grinding against my hand. I added a second finger, curling them to hit her G-spot. She cried out with pleasure, her orgasm washing over her.
But I wasn’t done yet. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me, so I slipped off my bikini bottoms and positioned myself at her entrance. I slowly pushed inside of her, feeling her tight walls wrap around me.
We started to move together, our bodies in sync. The sound of the ocean waves blending with our moans and sighs. I could feel another orgasm building inside of her, and I picked up the pace.
Sienna’s nails dug into my back as she came again, her pussy clenching around me. I couldn’t hold back any longer and followed her over the edge, filling her with my seed.
We lay there, our bodies spent, as the sun began to set over the ocean. It was a perfect day, and I knew I would never forget it.
As the night fell, we gathered our things and made our way back to the city, our bodies still covered in sand and saltwater. But I didn’t care, I had found a new muse, and I couldn’t wait to see where our art would take us.
