This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 6)
Title: This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 6)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 807 words
Summary: Sunset lovers?
Rating: Mature. More sexy times.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Lindsay runs ahead, slipping on sand but still moving quickly. Samantha tries to catch up but finds it much harder to run on sand while wearing sneakers. The girl disappears behind a driftwood wall.
"Where are we going? I'm getting sand in my socks," Samantha says, turning the corner. Another expansive beach is waiting on the other side of the driftwood wall. She watches as Lindsay dances around and throws herself into the sand, her childish innocence irresistible.
She unties the back of her bikini halter and throws it in the air.
Samantha's speechless for a moment; looks around to find they're all alone, but she feels like hundreds of eyes should be on her.
"Relax. It's a private beach. Come swimming," Lindsay says, standing up. She brushes sticky sand from her back while kicking her bikini bottoms from her ankles. She walks slowly toward Samantha - so slowly it feels like time has stopped - and helps her off with her shirt.
Normally a very private, cautious person, Samantha feels a head rush in this impulsive move. Being with the girl makes her feel young and reckless so she kicks away her jeans and sets her sneakers and socks carefully on top.
Lindsay grabs her by the hand and they run, free in every sense of the word, into the water. It's cold but exhilarating. Samantha follows close behind the girl, trying to keep warm with friction.
They've waded out just below their shoulders and Lindsay jumps up, wrapping her legs around Samantha's waist. The weightlessness throws Samantha off - the girl is practically floating, much like Samantha's held feels like it's in the clouds.
They press against each other, hands and fingers eager and wondering. Samantha thinks about what a whirlwind these past days have been - exploring the girl in many ways, in many places. It feels new and refreshing each time.
Without intention, they find themselves drifted practically back to shore, their lips wet with salt-water and kisses. Samantha places the girl on her back in the wet sand, and leans forward on top of her. Legs are still wrapped around her waist and she allows the waves to push her forward and back, digging her fingers deep into the moist ground.
Further onto the beach, waves barely lapping at their feet, both girls turn on their sides to face each other. They entwine their limbs together, slippery and wanting.
Arms crossed with each other, they each with ease find the other's most sensitive zones. The moment is perfect - the sun is low, sky an orangey pink, and the wind carefully brushing their backs with sand. They push each other's buttons simultaneously, as though they know each other inside and out.
So connected, the two begin laboured breaths at synonymous times. With her free hand, Samantha grabs Lindsay under the chin and presses their open mouths together, drowning out synchronized moans. Just as they both reach climax, an explosive wave hits the beach, washing over them.
As the wave retracts, both girls weaken their grip upon each other and lay out on their backs, basking in the magical sunset.
They remain there contented until they can catch their breath. Lindsay slides on her sandy bathing suit and Samantha clumsily tosses on her clothes. They giggle, feeling like two lust-struck teenagers.
Trying to be inconspicuous, they walk along the boardwalk and back to Lindsay's car. They both climb into the backseat, falling all over each other while Lindsay changes from her bathing suit and into her clothes.
Lindsay's mom and sister are steps away as Samantha forces herself away and stumbles out the car door. She adjusts her disheveled look before their oblivious eyes can even speculate.
"By the way, you're in my pants," Samantha whispers, smirking to herself as she watches Lindsay put on the same jeans she wore out of the house this morning.
"Samantha!" Lindsay yells, throwing her plastic sandal at the girl and just misses. She gives her a stare and nods her head toward her mother and sister who are just about within earshot.
"I was being serious," she says, looking down at the black skinny jeans. Lindsay blushes immediately and tugs at the material on her legs.
"Guess that explains why I found a guitar pick in my pocket," she says, exiting the car and picking up her sandal from the ground. She shakes some excess sand from her hair and smiles over at her family.
"Where were you two? We were going to eat but didn't want to get anything without you," Lindsay's mother says, shaking out her beach towel.
"Just went for a walk," Lindsay says, smiling innocently.
"Food sounds great," Samantha says, brushing sand from her pant leg and sticking her hands in her pockets. "I worked up an appetite with all that walking."
Could continue this. I realized I'm quite attached to this story. Enjoy!
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 807 words
Summary: Sunset lovers?
Rating: Mature. More sexy times.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
Lindsay runs ahead, slipping on sand but still moving quickly. Samantha tries to catch up but finds it much harder to run on sand while wearing sneakers. The girl disappears behind a driftwood wall.
"Where are we going? I'm getting sand in my socks," Samantha says, turning the corner. Another expansive beach is waiting on the other side of the driftwood wall. She watches as Lindsay dances around and throws herself into the sand, her childish innocence irresistible.
She unties the back of her bikini halter and throws it in the air.
Samantha's speechless for a moment; looks around to find they're all alone, but she feels like hundreds of eyes should be on her.
"Relax. It's a private beach. Come swimming," Lindsay says, standing up. She brushes sticky sand from her back while kicking her bikini bottoms from her ankles. She walks slowly toward Samantha - so slowly it feels like time has stopped - and helps her off with her shirt.
Normally a very private, cautious person, Samantha feels a head rush in this impulsive move. Being with the girl makes her feel young and reckless so she kicks away her jeans and sets her sneakers and socks carefully on top.
Lindsay grabs her by the hand and they run, free in every sense of the word, into the water. It's cold but exhilarating. Samantha follows close behind the girl, trying to keep warm with friction.
They've waded out just below their shoulders and Lindsay jumps up, wrapping her legs around Samantha's waist. The weightlessness throws Samantha off - the girl is practically floating, much like Samantha's held feels like it's in the clouds.
They press against each other, hands and fingers eager and wondering. Samantha thinks about what a whirlwind these past days have been - exploring the girl in many ways, in many places. It feels new and refreshing each time.
Without intention, they find themselves drifted practically back to shore, their lips wet with salt-water and kisses. Samantha places the girl on her back in the wet sand, and leans forward on top of her. Legs are still wrapped around her waist and she allows the waves to push her forward and back, digging her fingers deep into the moist ground.
Further onto the beach, waves barely lapping at their feet, both girls turn on their sides to face each other. They entwine their limbs together, slippery and wanting.
Arms crossed with each other, they each with ease find the other's most sensitive zones. The moment is perfect - the sun is low, sky an orangey pink, and the wind carefully brushing their backs with sand. They push each other's buttons simultaneously, as though they know each other inside and out.
So connected, the two begin laboured breaths at synonymous times. With her free hand, Samantha grabs Lindsay under the chin and presses their open mouths together, drowning out synchronized moans. Just as they both reach climax, an explosive wave hits the beach, washing over them.
As the wave retracts, both girls weaken their grip upon each other and lay out on their backs, basking in the magical sunset.
They remain there contented until they can catch their breath. Lindsay slides on her sandy bathing suit and Samantha clumsily tosses on her clothes. They giggle, feeling like two lust-struck teenagers.
Trying to be inconspicuous, they walk along the boardwalk and back to Lindsay's car. They both climb into the backseat, falling all over each other while Lindsay changes from her bathing suit and into her clothes.
Lindsay's mom and sister are steps away as Samantha forces herself away and stumbles out the car door. She adjusts her disheveled look before their oblivious eyes can even speculate.
"By the way, you're in my pants," Samantha whispers, smirking to herself as she watches Lindsay put on the same jeans she wore out of the house this morning.
"Samantha!" Lindsay yells, throwing her plastic sandal at the girl and just misses. She gives her a stare and nods her head toward her mother and sister who are just about within earshot.
"I was being serious," she says, looking down at the black skinny jeans. Lindsay blushes immediately and tugs at the material on her legs.
"Guess that explains why I found a guitar pick in my pocket," she says, exiting the car and picking up her sandal from the ground. She shakes some excess sand from her hair and smiles over at her family.
"Where were you two? We were going to eat but didn't want to get anything without you," Lindsay's mother says, shaking out her beach towel.
"Just went for a walk," Lindsay says, smiling innocently.
"Food sounds great," Samantha says, brushing sand from her pant leg and sticking her hands in her pockets. "I worked up an appetite with all that walking."
Could continue this. I realized I'm quite attached to this story. Enjoy!