Id been working outside in the garden all morning, and it was time for a break. Tired of baking in the summer heat, I headed to my little secret paradise.

Not far from my cabin was a tiny oasis complete with whispering pine trees and the softest beach sand. Found nearly in my backyard, I loved the accessibility.

The best part was that clothing is constantly optional. I eagerly sought the respite that only an afternoon of basking naked in the sun, near water could supply. After finding my favorite spot, I spread out the towel.

As I set up my tanning area, the sounds of nature entranced me.

The rustling of the wind in the leaves, and the endless chatter from the forest made it the perfect place to relax. My bikini top is soon laying on the towel, alongside my tanning oil. Grabbing a handful, I begin to coat my skin.

Starting with my shoulders, I cover every inch with the warm liquid. My breasts were soon slick, and the scent of cocoa butter heavy in the air as I sat there lightly caressed myself with oil soaked hands.

Ignoring my budding arousal, I lie back and settled in to enjoy the suns playful kisses on my tender skin. Soon I was lulled into a sensual dreamland induced by sun, sand and crashing waves. The rhythmic crashing beats an endless tattoo into the surf long, sexy drumrolls.

In my dreams, I was lying on the beach alone, thinking about my lover. One moment I am thinking about him and the next, he are lying beside me.

I nestled deeper into the sand as his soft whispers stirred the embers already burning deep within. Not wanting the moment to end, I refuse to open my eyes.

The featherlight caress of his soft lips on my temple distracts me. The thrill it sparks is both agonizing and electrifying. The occasional lap of his tongue joins his lips on their playful romp across my flesh. Leaning over me more, his lips capture mine in a torrid kiss. The cruel grate of his mustache against my tender skin provoked me further. My body ached in delirium at the searing heat of his breath on my skin.

Reaching out, I tried to grasp his shoulders, my hands wanting to ravish is skin.

Instead, his suddenly laces out and catches mine gently forcing it back to my side. His hazel eyes bore into me, trying to reach my soul. I failed to avoid his visual soft placeault and the smoky heat in the lakes of his eyes fuels me further. My body instinctively arched upward as our lips connected. Our tongues intertwined, first sharing light teasing flicks. Then with more urgency, alternating tender nips. Each impassioned toy made me squirm deeper into his arms. I soon felt his hand lightly tracing upward along my ribs. The entire time, our lips fused in a heated embrace of their own. He paused briefly at the curve of my breast as if pondering a brief detour, but instead, he ventured on. Soon my thighs, calves and ankles were treated to the light caress of his fingertips. Every inch of my body quivers.

A deep moan escapes my throat.

His hand continued its exploration, tracing down to my thigh as if slowly memorizing my curves all the way down to the tips of my toes. Until finally it returns to my waist, while I lie there stunned, a quivering mass of sensation. His fingertips burning trails of sensation in their wake. My body was on fire with anticipation and want.

His curious hands finally find my heaving breasts. I groaned softly as his thumb caught my swollen nipple. Despite the heat, a sudden chill flares up and my nipples hardened instantly. He noticed and lowered his lips to my aching tit. I bite back a yelp of pleasure when my taunt nipple was wrapped within the moist heat of his mouth, the fervor grows intense nearly sends me spiraling over the edge. In slow sultry circles, his tongue tastes my nipples, gently lapping at the tips as he would a snow cone. His gentle suckling on my tits makes me cum almost at once.

I can feel my moisture begin to seep down my thighs. He tears his lips away from my breast and begin a teasing trail downward.

Reaching my bikini bottoms, he starts to slip them off, but then hesitates. My heart-rate increases with anticipation until I feel suddenly feel his finger probing the folds of my skin. My moistness eases his exploration and I soon loose myself in every touch. I can almost see myself hovering over us, as his digits ravish my core inside and out.

With waves, crashing in the background, we tease each other into a feverish new realm.

My mouth reclaimed by his, our tongues begin a new soft placeault on our senses. He presses his fingers deeper into my moist recesses. With each stroke with his finger in my softness, his tongue followed in my mouth. It was like he was playing them both at the same time.

Matching stroke for stroke. My body starts to ride his now drenched hand. My hips rise and fall with each plunge of his fingers as he reached to find that hard nub hidden inside. Advancing and retreating with each moan that escapes my lips. Growing frantic in my arousal, my hands rise to my own nipples. Grasping each hard nub between my finger and thumb and gave them a light pinch, all the while riding his fingers. His mouth swallowed my scream as my body hurtled over the edge - through glazed eyes, I catch him watching me cum. Forcing me to ride his fingers like I would his thingy. Pulling away suddenly, he lowers himself to closer inspect my quivering slit.

A deep groan escaped as his dropped his lips to join his fingers. Oh my gawd, I am still cumming, I managed to gasp. Im lost as his lips drank my sweetness like fine wine as I exploded on his face. His tongue continued to lap at my recesses, as if not to waste one sweet drop of my nectar. The gently stroking of his tongue at my core is sweet agony. My frantic gasps spur my lover on, as he toys at my softness from the inside out. His tongue entices me to climb new heights. I can feel my arousal rise to that sweet spot again, once again pushing me over the edge by his torrid mouth. An unexpected cold wetness on my toes startling me.

I sit up glancing around.

The beach is vacant. What just happened? Was I dreaming? It couldnt have happened and yet the feelings and arousal coursing through my body remain.

Touching myself, I knew I had cum even if I were sleeping. I tasted myself just to make sure. Sighing with frustration, I grabbed my towel and bag and returned to the cabin.

It was then I noticed the blinking light of the answering machine.

As I passed on the way to the fridge, I pressed the play button. Hello sexy, I was just thinking about you and you tasted so good on my tongue.

The bottle I was holding in my hands hit the floor and shattered.