I Was Tanning Naked When He Appeared

The afternoon sun beat down hard on the estate. From the main terrace, electronic music pulsed with that relentless beat Marina could no longer stand. The clatter of crystal glasses, the too-loud laughter, the sweet smell of expensive perfume mixed with the chlorine from the pool, and the marijuana smoke some people were smoking without a care in the world had finally made her completely sick of it all.

She had spent almost two hours pretending to have fun. Hollow 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 mix of envy and lust.

She needed air. She needed silence.

Barefoot, with her feet sinking into a perfectly trimmed lawn, she walked toward the back of the property. The grounds were huge, enclosed by an old stone wall marking the southern side. No one usually came that far. It had been her secret corner since she was a teenager.

The wall wasn’t especially high. On one side, almost invisible among the ivy, there was a rough stone staircase only she knew about. She climbed it easily, feeling the heat of the slabs through the soles of her feet. At the top, the ledge was wide enough to sit comfortably with her legs hanging over the outside path.

Marina looked back for a second. The party was still there, far away: tanned bodies, designer bikinis, men with their shirts open showing gym-built pecs. No one was looking her way.

Better. That way I’ll be more relaxed.

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, with her nipples already hard from the brush of the air. Without thinking twice, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of the bottoms and slid them down over her hips. The tiny scrap of fabric ran 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 on the burning stone, and opened her legs shamelessly, letting the midday sun hit her pussy full on. The heat was immediate and intense.

She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a long breath.

—Fuck… —she murmured to herself.

The warm wind passed between her legs like an invisible tongue. She felt her clit begin to wake up, swelling slowly under the sun. A drop of sweat ran from her neck, down between her breasts, across her flat stomach, and stopped just above her pubic mound before continuing its path and slipping between the folds of her sex.

She thought about how ridiculous her life was. All those people pretending they were friends, pretending they cared about anything other than money and status. No one really knew her. No one had ever touched her the way she needed: hungry, rough, without asking permission.

She fantasized about that often. About being nothing but a body. About someone using her without hesitation.

Her fingers brushed her clit in slow circles. She was soaking wet. She could feel the moisture shining at her entrance and sliding downward. She slipped the tip of one finger inside herself and let out a soft moan, biting her lower lip.

She pulled her hand away, breathing hard. Hard nipples, an open, gleaming pussy, lips swollen and flushed from the sun and arousal, and the bikini bottom still hanging from her right ankle.

She leaned back a little, bracing her hands on the hot stone, and let the sun keep bathing her pussy, let the heat penetrate her whole body.

Then she heard it. Footsteps on the dirt path running just below the wall.

A stranger appeared, walking along the narrow rural track that bordered the estate. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his skin browned by the sun, his black hair mussed, and a three-day beard giving him a dangerous edge. He wore faded jeans and a tight black T-shirt that outlined strong arms and a hard chest.

He looked up.

His dark eyes locked straight onto her. Onto her naked breasts. Onto her open legs. And, above all, onto her sex, completely exposed to the sun and to his gaze.

Marina felt a jolt of shame and arousal at the same time. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out.

He stopped right below her. She tried to close her knees on instinct, but he was faster.

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

The first contact was only his breath. He blew directly onto her sex. She shuddered. And then, without warning, he stuck out his tongue and dragged it slowly from below up to her clit.

A rough moan escaped Marina’s throat.

—Ah… fuck…

He didn’t answer. He didn’t look up. He repeated the motion, gathering the moisture already dripping from her. He licked her swollen lips, tasting them as if they were a ripe fruit. Then he parted them with the tip of his tongue and went deeper, tracing the inner walls, pink and soaked through.

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

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

Marina could feel her pussy swelling more and more beneath that mouth. The wetness ran down toward her ass and he gathered it with his tongue, wasting nothing.

Suddenly he pushed his tongue inside her. It wasn’t a soft lick, but a thrust: he pushed it in as far as he could, hard and rigid, and started fucking her with it. Marina’s toes curled.

—God… yes… like that… —she gasped, though she already knew he wasn’t going to answer her.

He growled against her flesh. The sound vibrated directly against her clit and made her arch her back. Then he changed tactics. He pulled his tongue away and focused it on her swollen bud, circling it fast, while two of his thick fingers positioned themselves at her entrance.

He shoved them inside her at once.

Marina gave a muffled cry. Two large, rough fingers opened her without mercy while his mouth sucked hard on her clit, tugging at it, licking it without pause. The rhythm was brutal.

He spread her legs wider, pushing them outward. Now her ass was fully exposed too. Without stopping the movement of his fingers, he lowered his head a little and ran his tongue over her asshole.

Marina tensed.

—Oh, shit… no… yes… fuck…

The tongue circled the tight opening, licked it hungrily, pressed against it trying to get in. It was dirty, it was obscene, and precisely for that reason it was driving her insane. Meanwhile, his fingers kept working inside her, faster and faster.

She felt the first orgasm building.

—No… wait… I’m about to… ah!

She came hard. Her pussy clenched violently around the stranger’s fingers. A hot wave shook her from top to bottom. He didn’t pull away. He kept sucking her clit while she trembled and moaned, trying not to scream too loudly so they wouldn’t hear her from the party.

But he gave her no respite. Barely had the first orgasm ended when he pulled his fingers out and shoved his tongue back inside her, fucking her again. Then he went back up to her clit and sucked it harder, almost angrily, and this time he slid three fingers into her.

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

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

He didn’t stop.

He sucked her clit as if he wanted to rip it off and drove his fingers deep, curling them savagely against the exact spot, until Marina exploded.

This time she did scream. A long, rough cry she tried to muffle by biting her forearm. Her pussy clamped down in violent spasms and a clear, abundant струй? no. correction avoid. but must be faithful. A clear, abundant gush spilled directly onto his beard and chest. The contractions were so strong it felt as if her body were trying to suck his fingers in deeper.

He kept licking softly for a few more seconds, gathering it all up, as if he didn’t want to waste a single drop. Then, slowly, he pulled out his fingers. He gave her one last long lick, from below up to her clit, and stepped away.

Marina was left panting, mouth open, her chest rising and falling fast, her breasts shining with sweat.

He straightened up. He wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand and looked her straight in the eyes for the first time since it 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 kept walking along the dirt path as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just devoured a stranger until she came twice.

***

Marina stayed seated on the stone ledge, her legs still open, her pussy throbbing, the bikini bottom tangled around one ankle and the sun burning her sensitive skin.

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

—Fuck… —she whispered hoarsely.

With effort, she pushed herself upright a little. Her legs were shaking. She looked down and saw the dark stain she had left on the stone, an irregular puddle of moisture, saliva, and sweat. She carefully ran a hand between her legs. When her fingers brushed her swollen lips, she let out a soft moan. She was so sensitive that the simple contact hurt and pleased her at the same time. She gathered a little of that wetness on her fingers and, without thinking, brought them to her mouth. She tasted the salty-sweet mix of her own body with that stranger’s saliva.

She smiled with her eyes closed.

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

She tied the top back on with fingers that were still unsteady. The white cups barely contained her nipples, which were still hard and clearly outlined beneath the thin fabric. She ran her hands through her hair, trying to fix herself up a little, and climbed down from the wall via the stone steps, her legs trembling.

When she reached the lawn in the garden, the party was exactly the same as before. The music throbbed, people laughed, glasses clinked. No one seemed to have noticed she was gone. No one seemed to know that, less than a hundred meters away, a stranger had eaten her cunt until he made her come twice like never before in her life.

One of her friends spotted her and waved.

—Marina, where were you? We were looking for you for the photos.

—Getting some sun —she replied with a calm smile, the first genuine one all afternoon.

The girl looked at her a second longer than usual, as if trying to figure out 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 by the pool. The contrast of the icy crystal against her warm fingers made her sigh. She sat down on a white hammock under an umbrella and crossed her legs carefully.

The champagne was delicious. Cold, sparkling, expensive.

She parted her legs slightly, just a few centimeters, just enough for the warm afternoon breeze to caress her pussy through the wet fabric. She felt a new throb. Her clit, still sensitive, responded to the brush of air and the soaked bikini bottom.

She looked toward the back of the estate, toward the stone wall that now seemed innocent in the sunlight. The outside path was empty. No sign of the stranger. She didn’t even know his name. Or his voice. She only remembered the heat of his breath, the width 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 that tomorrow she would come back. At the same time. To the same place. She would put on another equally tiny bikini, sit on the same stone edge, and simply wait.