I Spied on Them F*cking in the Cove at Sunset

Adriano had arrived early at his favorite cove, the one almost nobody knew about and that you could only reach by going down a goat path hidden among the pines. He spread his towel over the rock, still warm from midday, took off his swim trunks, and lay down naked, his skin speckled with salt spray and his gaze lost on the line of the horizon. He loved that feeling of total freedom, walking along the shore with nothing on, feeling watched at times, watching others almost always.

It was a naturist cove, small and little frequented. So when he saw a very young couple appear on the side path, he felt a stab of annoyance. His secret corner was no longer secret. But when he looked more closely at them, that discomfort turned into something else, a thick curiosity that settled low in his belly.

He looked about twenty-five. Slim, toned, his whole body shaved and a couple of badly done tattoos on his side. His cropped hair and cocky swagger marked him as a neighborhood kid who fancied himself tough. He was coming down the rocks completely naked, without a trace of modesty, showing off a sizable cock even at rest.

She was another story. Dark-haired, with cinnamon-colored skin and black hair falling to the middle of her back. Caribbean, maybe. Small in stature, but with a round, perky ass that seemed to defy gravity with every step. Her breasts were small, firm, exactly the size that drove Adriano crazy. She walked barefoot, unhurried, wearing a crocheted bikini that outlined everything. Adriano fixed his eyes on her and could no longer look away.

The couple settled a few meters away. Far enough not to bother him, close enough to be able to watch them without having to pretend too much. The guy got his things ready while she, with the natural ease of someone who had done it a thousand times, took off her bikini. Underneath, she hid nothing: a sex with dark lips and a small triangle of trimmed hair just above it. Adriano swallowed and lay back down face down, pretending.

The slow afternoon minutes passed. He pretended to sleep, eyes almost closed, but he didn’t miss a detail. He saw her rubbing sunscreen on her shoulders, the guy brushing her hair aside to reach her neck. Small everyday gestures that, seen from outside and in secret, had something forbidden about them.

At eight o’clock sharp, as every afternoon, the cove began to empty. The sun dipped lower and the rock cast long shadows over the sand. An older couple folded up their beach umbrella. A woman in a wrap skirt climbed up the path. And one by one, the few people left disappeared among the pines.

The young couple stayed. And so did Adriano.

That was when the game began.

He didn’t move from where he was. He kept lying there, feigning a peaceful sleep, but with all his senses awake. He heard her giggling softly, saying something in a sweet accent he couldn’t quite understand. The guy answered in murmurs. Then silence.

When he dared to crack his eyes open, she was seated astride his thighs, facing away, while the guy pretended to be spreading cream on her back. But the young man’s hands were no longer seeking her shoulders: they were sliding down her waist, stroking her hips, squeezing her round ass.

Adriano sat up very slowly, without making a sound, and moved until he was crouched behind a low rock a few meters away. From there he could see everything. He began to breathe more slowly, more deeply, holding his breath so he wouldn’t give himself away.

The girl slid one hand between her own legs and caught her boyfriend’s member, which had grown until it stood hard against her back. She stroked it with both hands, slowly, closing her fist around the glans and squeezing with an intention Adriano knew well. He knew exactly what it felt like when they did it like that.

Then she turned, leaned over him, and kissed him. She went down his chest, his smooth stomach, and when she got to the bottom she licked him from root to tip, unhurried, before taking him all the way into her mouth. The abandon with which she did it burned even from a distance. Adriano felt the heat climbing up the back of his neck.

The guy let himself fall back onto the towel and pulled her until he put her on top of him the opposite way. Now the dark-haired girl’s sex was right over the boyfriend’s face, and he didn’t waste the opportunity. He drove his tongue into her, straight and firm, while she kept devouring him with such hunger that it made her moan against his flesh.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing, Adriano thought, his throat dry.

His own cock had hardened without him doing anything. The glans peeked out tight, shiny, heavy, demanding attention. He still wasn’t touching himself. He only watched, intoxicated by the scene and by the smell of his own excitement. He brought a finger down, gathered up a drop, and slipped it into his mouth almost without thinking, tasting himself while he spied on them.

She suddenly stopped. She straightened up, turned, and mounted the guy facing him, slowly. She grabbed that huge cock with her hand, guided it toward her opening, and slid it all the way in with one downward motion, letting all her weight fall as she gave a moan she tried to hold back and couldn’t quite manage. The boyfriend, lying on his back, stared at the sky while letting her do it.

They started fucking right there, under a sky already tinted orange, certain they were completely alone. Her hips rose and fell with a hungry rhythm, faster and faster. The guy gripped her ass hard and talked dirty to her, words Adriano couldn’t quite make out but whose tone made his skin prickle.

First one slap. Then another. The dark-haired girl’s buttocks reddened and trembled with each blow. Adriano couldn’t take it anymore. He took hold of his cock and started stroking himself, slowly, syncing it with the sway of those hips.

The girl leaned back, resting her hands on the boyfriend’s knees, and left her sex open in the foreground while he pounded her from below. The thrusts were deep, brutal. Her moans were swallowed by the sound of the waves. It was at that moment that Adriano took one step too far.

He stood up just a little, not quite hidden anymore, too aroused to calculate the risk. And she, with her face turned toward the sea, saw him.

She stopped for a second. Only one. Adriano froze, waiting for the shout, the insult, the escape. But what came was a smile. A long, burning, direct look that went through him from one side to the other. She said nothing. She didn’t stop. She moved again on that impressive cock without taking her eyes off him, as if she were giving him the show.

—Keep going —he seemed to read in her lips, though maybe he imagined it.

Adriano was stroking himself now without mercy. His cock throbbed hard as marble while that woman held him in her gaze and kept getting fucked without pause. The guy underneath, oblivious to everything, had no idea his girlfriend was sharing the moment with a stranger hidden among the rocks.

She rode him furiously, her black mane stuck to her sweat-damp back. The guy started to grunt, his hands tense on her hips, about to come. Adriano felt it too, climbing unstoppable from the base of his spine.

He let himself go. He felt his whole body tense, the muscles in his abdomen contracting, and then he let it all out. Four long, powerful jets splashed onto the rock and his own belly. He clenched his teeth, gripped the stone, and swallowed the groan fighting to get out.

When he opened his eyes, she was still looking at him. She had slowed her pace, and by the way the guy relaxed underneath her, Adriano knew he had just finished too.

There was no doubt left. The dark-haired girl lifted her hips and sat up, letting out that cock, which was already starting to soften. A thick strand of semen dribbled from her sex, looking for a way out, staining the boyfriend’s thigh. The image, seen backlit by the sunset, was the most obscene and beautiful thing Adriano had ever seen.

With his pulse racing and his sex still throbbing, he took a step back. She held his gaze for one more instant, gave him a half-complicit smile, and turned back toward her boyfriend as if nothing had happened. Adriano backed away among the rocks, in silence, and disappeared as if he had never been there.

***

He picked up his things a little farther on, out of the couple’s sight, and sat on the sand to wait. The sky was fading into violet tones. He could hear their voices in the distance, calm now, laughing again about whatever, unaware of what they had just given him. Or maybe she did know. That smile said she knew perfectly well.

He stayed there until he saw them get up, get dressed, and head back along the path to the parking area. The girl didn’t turn her head. There was no need. What they had to say to each other, they had already said with their eyes.

When the cove was finally empty and the light had almost completely gone, Adriano went into the water. He swam for a while in the dark, floating on his back, remembering over and over that moment: the semen dripping from her sex when she stopped riding, the look that never left his, the smile.

It was, without a doubt, the hottest image he was taking away from that summer. And as the warm water rocked his tired body, Adriano knew he would come back to that cove every afternoon, at the same hour, in case fate gave him another show. After all, the best performances are the ones nobody knows you’re watching.