The Meeting

Chapter 31 - Fun on the sand

Sorry that this chapter is a little shorter. I may add more into this one at a later date. I also haven't edited this one so be kind with any errors you see! Thanks for reading! - Becca

The air is warm and dry as we step out of the airport. The sun bears down on us and I instantly regret wearing jeans. I really wasn’t thinking when I got ready to leave.

“We’re here.” He leans over and kisses my cheek. “Just a short car ride to the house and then I’m taking all your clothes off.”

“I wish I could take my clothes off now.”

“You knew we were coming somewhere hot,” he says with a shrug. “I’m all for taking your clothes off now.”

“I bet you are. Just take me to the house please.”

“You’re going to love it!”

Love it I do. When we arrive, my mouth hangs open at the view from the back door of the house. A large beach with white sand stretches as far as the eye can see and the sea looks so blue, that I want to go run into it right now and dive into the surf.

“Do you like it?” Damien hugs me from behind and kisses my bare shoulder. “I see you’ve put on less clothes.”

“Of course I like it; it’s beautiful. Yes, I couldn’t stand wearing those jeans any longer.”

“You do remember me saying that I was going to take all your clothes off right?” His hands pull at my tube top, searching for my skin. When they find it, his fingers trail across my stomach, leaving hot trails behind.

“Yes, but I was thinking we should take a quick swim first.”

“Mmm, that’s a great idea. Naked and wet is even better,” he mutters into my shoulder. “You better go get a bikini on now or we’ll never make it out there.”

I push him away with a giggle and run upstairs to my suitcase. Hmm, what one should I wear? I had packed a couple, knowing I would probably need them. I route through the case, but don’t see any of them in there. What the hell? I know I put them in there.

I hear a soft chuckle from behind me and I spin to see Damien leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Loose something?”

“Did you take them out?” I put my hands on my hips and glare at him with accusation.

“Perhaps,” he says with a twitch of his lips. He bursts out laughing. “I’m sorry, but you won’t need them. We’re the only house that is occupied on this beach for this week, so the beach is pretty much ours.”

“Ugh, but what if someone sees?”

“No one will see.” He comes over and pulls my top over my head, leaving my breasts exposed to the cool air conditioning. His thumbs run over my nipples, making them instantly erect with arousal. “Just think how much fun we’ll have on the beach naked.”

His hands run down my torso, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake and go to my short skirt.

“I think we should take this off as well.”

I bite my bottom lip and nod my head in response, allowing him to slide it down over my curvaceous hips. He grunts with appreciation, squeezing my ass with both hands and kissing my mouth deeply before turning to leave.

“Grab a towel and I’ll meet you out there.”

I watch him go and pad over to the en suite bathroom to grab one of the towels. I’m relieved to find a robe, which I slip around my naked body. I don’t know why I feel so nervous. He’s seen me naked so many times, but in public is different. Just a few hours ago, I wanted to have sex with him on a plane, which was fine, but this seems more risky to me. Who knows who could be watching us.