I roll over, laying in the sand. After we fix our clothes, we walk to the shore line to use the tide to clean us. The cool water chills us, giving our...skin goose bumps. As we walk the distance back to your home, we moved closer to each other. First my arm to your waist. Then your hand on my arm. We sit on your deck, the ocean is our music. The moon is our candles.My fingers untie your top, tossing it away, and I bury my face between your breasts, biting and licking. Tracing the curves of your. There were inns and taverns, too, and other places where strange-smelling smoke drifted out of the windows. There was less noise coming from those last than the taverns, and it made Sara wonder what was going on inside. Even at this early hour, with the sun still not completely up, people were drinking and laughing in common rooms and taverns, though in a less raucous manner than closer to the docks. She sidestepped quickly to avoid one such patron who stumbled down the short flight of steps in. “Holy shit, this is hot,” I said. Honestly I never thought of myself as a voyeur, but this opportunity came up and I couldn't help but undo my robe. I had my lights off, so it would very hard for them to see me and it wasn't like I was right up against the glass either. I did what I did best, I masturbated again, but this time it was to two people that I had never met before. She was blowing him passionately still and he had his hands on her head as well. “Oh yeah, suck on his cock like it's. In any case she headed off. Whew. We sat through the workshop/meeting which only go interesting because she reached down and very casually stroked my cock the remainder of the meeting. The ride back was just like the ride there. This was a problem because I pretty much had spent the last 3 hours stiff enough to bludgeon someone to death. We were a litle late because we tried a shortcut that got us slightly lost (pre-GPS days). Everyone was inside by the time we got back so she decided to.