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Sunset on the seaside. I know nothing more beautiful than the last rays of the sun reflected into the waves in a dance in a slower and slower rhythm, as the light grows dim.

I was sitting on the beach, waiting for the night to fall. The air was full of a salty-warm silence. As I was still looking to the ebbs and flows of the waves, a human being appeared from nowhere not seeming to see me.

I kept quite waiting to see what was going on. As the silhouette came closer, I saw it was a woman dressed in along cotton dress that was playing with the waves as they touched her bare feet.

She kept moving and swaying her voluptuous body, letting her straps fall down along her shoulders half-showing her full breast, still twisting herself and pirouetting while her dress was slipping lower and lower.

A stronger movement followed and her breasts were completely naked. I could see her large brownish areolas with their nipples hardened by the cold breeze. She was enjoying every move she was doing, with her body abandoned in her play with the sea.

I was looking at the unexpected appearance with bated breath and I couldn't interrupt it. So I kept looking while her dress was falling down along her hips, revealing the curved line of her thighs and the split of her buttocks.

She abandoned her dress, moving completely naked under my eyes. She entered the water for a short swim. When getting out of the sea, her whole body was thrilled by the chilly air as if she was crossed by an organic pleasure, making her arch her back and thrust her breasts towards me like she was offering herself to me. She was still wet, the drops of water running down her hair and then along her wet body, revealing its curves.

She picked up her sandals and wanted to leave the beach, when suddenly she realized I was there. She was so surprised that she slid on a rock and twisted her ankle. I offered to help her walk but she couldn't do a step. So I took her on my arms and brought her to my place, which was near the beach.

When we reached my house I helped her lie down on a couch and put some ice on her ankle. I was trying to be serious but the image of her naked body dancing in the sunset had filled my mind completely.

She seemed to be in a similar mood, being excited by the idea that I had seen her naked.

I brought her a glass of juice and we both thrilled when our hands touched each other. She was sipping her juice and I was sitting on the same sofa, a few inches of her.

One of her naughty straps fell down and she didn't bother to lift it. The tanned skin of her shoulder seemed to invite me to touch it. I could feel her desire floating into the air.

She just had finished her juice. I took her empty glass, put it on a table, then approached her, making her second strap fall while nibbling her neck, heading to her shoulders and slowly pressing her breasts.

Her nipples got instantly erect, letting me feel their hardness through the soft material of her dress. I took them between my fingers, rolling them slowly till I heard her breath deepening. Then I uncovered them completely, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking it hardly.

When I moved to the other nipple, she was already orgasming. I could feel her body pulsing with pleasure and urging for my touch.

I wanted her very much, but I was still worried about her leg, trying to refrain from moving her too much.

I kept sucking her breasts, getting more and more excited, while she slowly opened her thighs, letting me see the wet lips of her vulva through the slit of her dress. Her eyes were glittering of desire as she whispered how much she wanted me to penetrate her.

I began to lift her dress, kissing my way to her radiant vulva. I reached her lower lips with the tip of my tongue, pushing it as to open them, moving it up and down through their wet split, sucking and licking her clit, then getting down up to the hot entrance of her vagina, sipping her musky liquor.

She was pushing her pubis as to better receive my wet tongue, asking me for more.

She slid her fingers into my pants, reaching my testicles, cupping them into her soft hand and beginning to massage them slowly.

After a while, she moved to my penis, circling it with her fingers, rubbing and pressing it, getting even more excited by feeling its ever-growing hardness into her hands.

She bent down and I could feel her soft lips touching the head of my penis in a warm and wet kiss, slowly contracting around it as it entered deeper and deeper into her mouth.

She kept moving back and forth along my shaft till she engulfed it all, shaking with pleasure. I felt my penis gently massaged as it penetrated her throat, which made me too experience an orgasmic pleasure, while looking at my penis which rhythmically entered her mouth, keeping her lips wide opened.

We kept enjoying each other in this way, but we couldn't move too much because of her aching ankle. We were so excited of what we were doing and our bodies were enjoying such a harmony by our touching each other, that we felt like making complete love to one another, tens of orgasms crossing our bodies, thrilling with pleasure at every single touch.

She remained at my place for many days and I took care of her ankle till it recovered and we enjoy our bodies in their fullness, finding new ways to delight each other.