I Was Sunbathing Naked When He Appeared

The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly on the estate. From the main terrace, electronic music reverberated with the relentless pounding rhythm Marina could no longer stand. The clinking of crystal glasses, the laughter that was far too loud, the sweet smell of expensive perfume mixed with pool chlorine and the marijuana smoke some guests were making no effort to hide had finally worn her down completely.

She had spent almost two hours pretending to have fun. Empty smiles, air kisses on the cheeks of people she barely knew, conversations about yachts and investment funds that went in one ear and out the other. At twenty-six, she was already tired of being the Solanes' perfect daughter, the heiress everyone looked at with a mixture of envy and desire.

She needed air. She needed silence.

Barefoot, her feet sinking into perfectly trimmed grass, she walked toward the far end of the property. The grounds were enormous, enclosed by an old stone wall marking the southern boundary. No one ever went over there. It had been her secret corner since she was a teenager.

The wall was not especially high. On one side, almost invisible beneath the ivy, there was an irregular stone staircase known only to her. She climbed it easily, feeling the warmth of the slabs beneath the soles of her feet. At the top, the ledge was wide enough for her to sit comfortably with her legs dangling toward the road outside.

Marina glanced back for a second. The party continued in the distance: tanned bodies, designer bikinis, men with their shirts open, showing off gym-sculpted pectorals. No one was looking in her direction.

Good. I’ll be more at ease this way.

She untied the knot of the white bikini top that barely covered her breasts. The fabric fell to one side, onto the hot stone. Her breasts were left bare, firm and round, her nipples already hardening in the brush of the air. Without thinking twice, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her bottoms and slid them over her hips. The tiny piece of fabric traveled down her toned thighs and ended up tangled around one ankle. She was completely naked.

She sat on the edge of the wall, her ass resting against the burning stone, and shamelessly spread her legs, letting the midday sun fall directly on her pussy. The heat was immediate and intense.

She tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh.

“Fuck…” she murmured to herself.

The warm wind passed between her legs like an invisible tongue. She felt her clitoris beginning to awaken, swelling slowly beneath the sun. A bead of sweat slipped from her neck, traveled between her breasts, ran down her flat stomach, and stopped just above her pubis before continuing on its way and sliding between the folds of her pussy.

She thought about how ridiculous her life was. All those people pretending to be friends, pretending to care about anything beyond money and status. No one truly knew her. No one had ever touched her the way she needed: hungrily, roughly, without asking permission.

She often fantasized about it. About being nothing but a body. About having someone use her without restraint.

Her fingers brushed her clitoris in slow circles. She was soaked. She could feel the moisture gleaming at her entrance and trickling downward. She slipped the tip of one finger inside herself and moaned softly, biting her lower lip.

She withdrew her hand, breathing hard. Her nipples were stiff, her pussy open and glistening, her lips swollen and reddened by the sun and her arousal, while her bottoms still hung from her right ankle.

She leaned back a little, bracing her hands against the hot stone, and let the sun continue bathing her pussy, letting the heat penetrate her completely.

Then she heard it. Footsteps on the dirt of the road running directly below the wall.

A stranger appeared, walking along the narrow country path bordering the estate. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his skin darkened by the sun, his black hair tousled, and three days' growth of beard giving him a dangerous air. He wore worn jeans and a tight black T-shirt that showed off strong arms and a hard chest.

He looked up.

His dark eyes fixed directly on her. On her naked breasts. On her spread legs. And above all, on her pussy, completely exposed to the sun and to his gaze.

Marina felt a lash of embarrassment and arousal at the same time. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.

He stopped directly beneath her. She instinctively tried to close her knees, but he was faster.

Without saying a single word, he raised his large, sun-browned hands and gripped her ankles firmly. His fingers were strong and callused. He pulled her toward the edge of the ledge, forcing her to push her ass farther out beyond the wall. Marina opened her mouth to protest, to ask what the hell he was doing, but before she could articulate anything, he had already buried his head between her legs.

The first contact was only his breath. He blew directly onto her pussy. She shuddered. And then, without warning, he stuck out his tongue and slowly dragged it from the bottom all the way up to her clitoris.

A rough moan escaped Marina’s throat.

“Ah… fuck…”

He did not answer. He did not look up. He repeated the motion, gathering up the moisture already streaming from her. He licked her swollen lips, savoring them as though they were ripe fruit. Then he parted them with the tip of his tongue and went deeper, tracing the pink, soaked inner walls.

Marina threw her head back and dug her nails into the hot stone. The sun burned her breasts, but her entire body seemed focused between her legs. That man’s tongue was thick, skilled, terribly voracious. He caught one of her lips entirely in his mouth and tugged it gently. Then he did the same with the other.

The wet, obscene sound of his sucking filled the silent afternoon air.

Marina felt her pussy swell more and more beneath that mouth. Moisture ran down toward her ass, and he gathered it up with his tongue, wasting nothing.

Suddenly he thrust his tongue inside her. It was not a gentle lick but a penetration: he pushed it in as far as he could, stiff, and began fucking her with it. Marina’s toes curled.

“God… yes… like that…” she gasped, though she already knew he was not going to answer her.

He growled against her flesh. The vibration resonated directly through her clitoris and made her arch her back. Then he changed tactics. He withdrew his tongue and focused on the swollen button, circling it rapidly while two of his thick fingers positioned themselves at her entrance.

He shoved them inside her.

Marina let out a muffled cry. Two large, rough fingers opened her without restraint while his mouth sucked hard on her clitoris, tugging at it and licking it without pause. The rhythm was brutal.

He spread her legs farther, pushing them apart. Now her ass was completely exposed too. Without stopping the movement of his fingers, he lowered his head slightly and ran his tongue over her anus.

Marina tensed.

“Oh, shit… no… yes… fuck…”

His tongue circled her tight opening, licked it hungrily, and pressed against it, trying to enter. It was filthy, obscene, and that was precisely why it was driving her insane. Meanwhile, his fingers continued working her from the inside, faster and faster.

She felt her first orgasm coming.

“No… wait… I’m going to… ah!”

She came hard. Her pussy contracted violently around the stranger’s fingers. A hot wave shook her from head to toe. He did not pull away. He kept sucking her clitoris while she trembled and moaned, trying not to scream too loudly and let the people at the party hear her.

But he gave her no respite. As soon as the first orgasm ended, he withdrew his fingers and thrust his tongue inside her again, fucking her with it once more. Then he moved up to her clitoris and sucked it harder, almost angrily, and this time he put three fingers inside her.

The second orgasm was even more intense. It rose from her stomach like a wave. Her legs trembled uncontrollably. She tried to close them, but he prevented her with his strong hands.

“I’m going to come again… please… don’t stop… don’t stop…”

He did not stop.

He sucked her clitoris as if he wanted to tear it off and drove his fingers all the way inside her, curling them savagely against the exact spot, until Marina exploded.

This time she did scream. A long, hoarse cry that she tried to smother by biting her forearm. Her pussy clenched in violent spasms, and a clear, abundant gush landed directly on his beard and chest. The contractions were so powerful that it seemed her body was trying to suck his fingers inside.

He continued licking gently for a few seconds more, gathering everything up as though he did not want to waste a single drop. Then, slowly, he withdrew his fingers. He gave her one last long lick, from the bottom up to her clitoris, and pulled away.

Marina was left gasping, mouth open, chest rising and falling at a frantic pace, her breasts gleaming with sweat.

He stood up. He wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand and looked directly into her eyes for the first time since he had begun. His gaze was dark, intense, almost animal. His lips were swollen and wet.

He said nothing.

He simply took a step back, turned around, and continued walking along the dirt road as though nothing had happened. As though he had not just devoured a stranger until he made her come twice.

***

Marina remained sitting on the stone ledge, her legs still spread, her pussy throbbing, her bottoms tangled around one ankle, and the sun burning her sensitive skin.

It took almost a minute for her breathing to return to normal.

“Fuck…” she whispered hoarsely.

With some effort, she sat up a little. Her legs were trembling. She looked down and saw the dark stain she had left on the stone, an irregular pool of moisture, saliva, and sweat. Carefully, she ran a hand between her legs. When she brushed her swollen lips, she let out a soft moan. She was so sensitive that the slightest touch hurt and pleased her at the same time. She gathered some of the moisture on her fingers and, without thinking, brought them to her mouth. She tasted the salty-sweet mixture of her own body and that stranger’s saliva.

She smiled with her eyes closed.

She took her time pulling herself together. First she pulled her bikini bottoms up. The white fabric clung to her pussy like a second skin. The sensation was immediate: it pressed against her swollen clitoris and inflamed lips, brushing them with every movement. She knew walking was going to be a delicious torture.

She tied the top with fingers that were still unsteady. The white cups barely contained her nipples, which remained hard and outlined beneath the thin fabric. She ran her hands through her hair, trying to tidy herself up a little, and climbed down from the wall by way of the stone staircase, her legs trembling.

When she reached the garden lawn, the party was exactly as it had been. The music thudded, people laughed, glasses clinked. No one seemed to have noticed her absence. No one seemed to know that, less than a hundred meters away, a stranger had eaten her pussy until she came twice as she never had in her life.

A friend from her social circle saw her and waved.

“Marina, where were you? We’ve been looking for you for the photos.”

“Sunbathing,” she replied with a calm smile, the first genuine smile of the entire afternoon.

The girl looked at her for a second longer than usual, as though trying to determine whether there was something behind those words, but she said nothing, and Marina kept walking.

She poured herself a glass of cold champagne at the bar beside the pool. The contrast of the icy glass against her hot fingers made her sigh. She sat down on a white lounge chair beneath a parasol and carefully crossed her legs.

The champagne was delicious. Cold, sparkling, expensive.

She opened her legs slightly, just a few centimeters, enough for the warm afternoon breeze to caress her pussy through the damp fabric. She felt a new pulse. Her clitoris, still sensitive, responded to the brush of the air and the soaked bikini bottoms.

She looked toward the far end of the estate, toward the stone wall that now seemed innocent beneath the sun. The road outside was empty. There was no sign of the stranger. She did not even know his name. Or his voice. She remembered only the warmth of his breath, the breadth of his tongue, the strength of his fingers, and the way he had devoured her without saying a word.

She bit her lower lip. She knew she would return the next day. At the same time. To the same place. She would put on another bikini just as short, sit on the same edge of stone, and simply wait.