Finding Her Tranquil Spot

I am 23 years old, single, and live in a small seashore town in North Carolina. It's a quiet little town, but I enjoy this remote area, where I attend a nearby college.

I am 5' 6", with long, sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes, and my 35-24-35 figure can stand up to the best. I often roam the inlets and coves, searching for possible scenery to sketch. One day, while I was walking, I came across a well-secluded cove that was utterly beautiful. A recent storm had virtually created a fabulous beach not more than 40 yards long, surrounded by palm trees, which created an almost Hawaiian-like paradise. My body tingled as I thought about the nice days ahead, sketching and sunbathing in my own little cove, and during the next few days I spent long afternoons lying naked in the warm sand and skinny-dipping in the clear water. It gave me a tremendous feeling of freedom to swim and bask in the sun without the annoyance of crowded beaches and staring guys.

One bright and beautiful Saturday I was taking pictures of plants and seabirds and strolling through the shallows when I was suddenly startled by a girl wearing a bikini and staring at me. I froze in panic, standing naked, clutching my camera, unable to speak or move toward my clothes 30 feet away. The woman was about my age, with large breasts that bulged out from her bikini top and long legs leading up to tight panties. She was gorgeous.

"Don't be afraid," she said. "I've been watching you for the past few days, ever since you found my secret place."

"You knew about this place?" I asked, still quite embarrassed, as she casually unhooked her top.

"I found it a day or two before you, and, honestly, I'd just as soon be doing the same thing you're doing now," she replied.

She slipped out of her bikini bottoms, exposing her neatly groomed muff. "You're beautiful," I exclaimed as I stared at her fully rounded breasts, white against her dark tan. She took me by the hand and lead me to the middle of the beach, where we both lay down in the warm sand. She began to kiss my nipples while gently massaging my wetness as I had become moist while she was undressing earlier. I had often caressed myself on the beach, but having someone else do it was much more stimulating. I reached out and began feeling her own firm breasts, rolling her stiff nipples between my fingers and sending tingling sensations throughout her body. She rolled on top of me, with our chests coming together, our stiffened nipples gently brushing one another. We kissed as our glistening pubic patches slid back and forth, lubricated by our secretions. I rolled her over, spread her legs, and licked her warm, sweet-smelling whispering eye. She shuddered and moaned with pleasure as I swirled my tongue inside her, gently nibbling on her stiff, exposed clit.

We made love all afternoon. As the sun started to set, I asked her to come home with me so that I could take pictures of her. We got home and took a shower. We washed each other and took time to caress each other again under the warm water. After drying off, I told her to lie on my bed and play with herself while I photographed her. She fingered herself until she was wet again as I snapped away with my camera.

"Do you have any dildos?" she asked. I smiled and, reaching under my bed, pulled out my favorite dildo, which she slowly began working in and out. I was almost reaching orgasm just from watching her secretions spilling out onto her outer lips and pubic hairs. When she reached her climax, I photographed the entire event. I lay down next to her, and we slept with her head on my breasts until morning.

It was a warm but cloudy day out when we awoke, and after showering and having breakfast we strolled down the beach nude, taking the chance that someone might see us. When we reached our secret place, we were once again surrounded by beauty and tranquility.

I couldn't ask for a better friend or a better place to live, where all my fantasies become real. We will spend a lot of time on our beach together, doing the things we like to do, until perhaps another storm washes away our little paradise–but leaving us the photographs of our fulfilled fantasies and the times we spent together on the warm sand.