Trigger Warnings: R18 Content
20XX
There was no need to catch his attention or to reveal my intentions. Not anymore. Not when everyone was watching everybody’s moves. I have to be silent and stealthy. I have to allow my instincts to guide me.
My intuition/instincts were never wrong when it came to men.
Our group of friends went to the beach to celebrate our graduation from training at work. It was our last carefree weekend. We were as happy as can be.
We rented a jeep, cooked our food and packed our things. The commute to Zambales was long and uneventful. Everyone was looking forward to visit the beach and to have fun.
I was trying to look happy. I chatted with them, told stories and pretended that everything was okay. They knew that I bought a black bikini and a pair of flip-flops.
I didn’t really care what they said anymore. I was going to the beach so I was going to wear what I wanted. I also knew that wearing it would entice him to look at me.
When we arrived at the beach, we left our things at the small house that we rented for this occasion We ate a late dinner before starting our games.
There was even a small bonfire that was immediately swallowed up by the raging waves. I felt at peace in the beach. I was watching the storm gathering in the sky and the wind whipping my hair into a frenzy. There was always calm before the storm.
We knew that we were on the brink of a impending storm but that never stopped us. It was cold in the water but it faded eventually. Liquor removed inhibitions. We got drunk on Emperador Light and ate chicken covered with fine brown sand. We even played a tame game of Truth or Dare.
I took a quick shower since I was the first girl to rush into the water. I changed into my jogging pants and black tank top since I wanted to sleep. I was drunk and I didn’t want to embarrass myself like in previous outings. Like I anticipated, he was waiting and ready for me.
He waved me over and asked for his massage. I’ve taken to massaging my teammates just for practice. (Who knew when it would come in handy?) I did give him a good massage until our friend Nick asked for one.
We talked about love and the pain that accompanied it for a while before I got tired. Nico was a nice guy. Any girl would be lucky to have him.
Unfortunately, the girl that he wanted was taken so he had to settle for something less. Then I decided to go back to my target when everyone was sleeping.
We were friends. I knew that we had somewhat eased up on the previous tension of our pseudo-relationship in the past few weeks.
I wanted the best for him. He had a family to take care of. He didn’t need complications.
So I let go. I knew what I was doing. It was nothing serious in the first place. Everyone knew that we were close friends. That was about it. But no one knew how far I can go…
I stole glances at him when I could. I forced myself to ignore him when I could. I quit being an infatuated girl because I knew it was dangerous. It was over when he said it was over so I stopped. But I knew that tonight was my night. I wanted to test a man’s limit by being the very essence of temptation.
Oh, I was right. I asked him to come with me outside to prevent ourselves from creating any noise that will disturb our sleeping teammates just to talk.
He led me out into a small ramshackle boat shed that stood in front of the raging sea. Then he took my hand and dragged me to the darkest part of the boat shed.
We sat for a second before he kissed me. We kissed and kissed before he lay me down on the bench. It was just the right size to accommodate us.
He pulled down my top, suckled my breasts and untied my pants. His fingers searched for my trembling flower while he whispered “is this okay?” into my ear.
I moaned and kissed him again. I wanted this. He wanted this too. There was nothing that could stop us. We threw caution into the wind.
It was dark and quiet. Only the sound of the sea filled our ears. My smile was satisfied and content. I gave him a good blowjob to tempt him more.
I haven’t forgotten his heavy breathing and his quick warning- “I’m going to come. Oh, this is not right… Wait, it’s too soon”- before I tasted his essence in my mouth. I swallowed everything and I didn’t waste a drop. It was bittersweet on my tongue; it smelled like the sea.
We didn’t have sex. He wasn’t interested in doing anything more. He felt that he’d cheated enough already. I didn’t mind. I wasn’t in the mood either.
Afterwards, we sat on the sand and watched the waves crash on the beach. We talked quietly. He reiterated that he was avoiding me because he really loved his wife. I told him that it was okay.
I wasn’t really interested in pursuing anything more. As far as I was concerned, it was over. I was selfish like that.
We went home. Nothing changed. Everything was the same. I was a predator who had conquered her prey. I wasn’t going to boast about it. Neither would he.
Discretion is the better part of valor as the saying goes.
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