" Just go away and leave me alone." " I said legs apart," I growled, hooking one foot around her ankle and drawing it aside. Lisa glared at me, meanin... to tighten her legs so that they wouldn't separate, but to her shock she found herself unable to stop me from spreading them. It is easy to do and she couldn't find the resolve to fight my determination. I drew her legs apart, sensing that her sudden shock of the situation in which she finds herself is leaving her confused and unsure, not ready. Yes, white. After a short stroll, we found the perfect place in between some dunes, the sand here in south Sweden is super fine and soft. The beach was nearly deserted, it being a Monday morning and all. She quickly took her clothes off and changed into her bikini, no modesty whatsoever. I hungrily looked on, her bathing suit was sheer when dry, I couldn't wait to see her after a dip.We lay down for a bit of sun, chit chatting about something, I have no idea what, I was fully preoccupied with. I couldn’t think of any way to do it. Once when dad had gone to the market and my wife was bathing mom was in the kitchen. I grabbed her from behind and kissed her lips. Sliding my hands down the front of her saree, down her petticoat and panties. I reached her cunt and was trying to find her hole with my finger when the bathroom door opened. So I withdrew in a hurry. But mom’s response to my act was not discouraging. She also kissed me and rubbed her cunt against my hand, so I was happy.But. So, not French after all? A waiter came over, and asked her if she'd like anything. I thought I caught a glimpse of her looking at me, as she licked her bottom lip. "Sauvignon, please". Her accent was soft and alluring.Thinking nothing of it, I carried on reading. My train was called, and I got up. Polite as ever, I said goodbye to her.I sat down in First Class at a table. It was very quiet. I got my phone out, and put on some music. I was just about to plug in the charger. when she appeared.