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By *ed87 OP Man 4 weeks ago
Derbyshire, work all over England |
The sun was heavy in the sky, drenching the hidden cove in gold. Each wave that rolled ashore glittered like poured champagne, and the fine sand beneath Ted’s feet was warm enough to melt thought. This stretch of nude beach, tucked behind a dune-lined path and ringed by rocky cliffs, felt like a dream. Quiet, secluded, full of the easy grace of people perfectly content in their own skin.
Ted hadn’t planned on ending up here. A wrong turn on the coastal trail had brought him to a narrow track, barely visible among the brush. He followed it, curious—and stepped into paradise.
By late afternoon, his skin was bronzed, his body loose with heat and salt, and his only complaint was the layer of sand stuck to every inch of him. The rustic outdoor shower, half-hidden behind vines and bamboo slats, called like a siren.
But someone was already there.
He heard the water first. Then the soft sound of humming, carried on the breeze. And then, as he stepped behind the bamboo curtain, he saw her.
She stood under the stream, her back to him, water cascading over her shoulders and down her body in shining rivulets. Her hands were tangled in her wet hair, elbows lifted, hips swaying slightly as she rinsed. The curve of her waist, the strong lines of her thighs — everything about her glistened with sun and steam and something wild.
She glanced back over her shoulder, smiling with the kind of confidence that crackled. “Oh. Hello.”
“Sorry,” Ted said, half-frozen in place. “Didn’t mean to—”
“Interrupt my rinse?” she finished, arching a brow. “You’re already here. Might as well make yourself useful.”
He managed a laugh as he stepped under the stream. “Is that an offer?”
She turned to face him fully. Her smile widened. “Depends. Do you take direction well?”
“My references are excellent.”
She handed him a bottle of soap, and the moment he took it, she turned again, presenting her back to him with a shameless wink. “Back first. Gently at first. Then we’ll see how things go.”
Ted squeezed the soap into his palms and lathered slowly, watching the foam glide over her bronzed skin as he touched her. His hands moved down her shoulders, across her back, tracing her curves with careful attention. She leaned into his touch, eyes closed, water flowing down both of them now.
Jay’s voice was lower when she spoke again. “You’re either very good at this or very motivated.”
“Both,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear before he even realised he’d moved that close.
She turned slowly, stepping into him. Their bodies pressed together, slick with soap and water, breath mingling. Her hands slid over his chest, then down — fingers trailing over his stomach, pausing deliberately.
Her eyes sparkled. “So… you’re definitely motivated.”
His response was a kiss, deep and confident, tasting of salt and sun. Her moan hummed against his mouth as she kissed him back, her fingers curling into his hair. The kiss turned hungrier. Their bodies fit together like they’d been sculpted for it — her leg curling up around his hip, her chest rising against his.
Jay reached between them, wrapping her hand around him, slow and firm. “Tell me,” she whispered, her breath hot at his neck. “Are you always this forward in public showers?”
“Only when there’s someone this irresistible already wet.”
She laughed, breathless, then guided him toward her with a sharp, fluid movement of her hips, pulling him against her. He braced her back against the wooden shower wall, one hand gripping her thigh, the other tangled in her dripping hair. Her skin was warm, slick, begging for more.
Their bodies met in a sudden surge of heat — slick, raw, and perfect.
She gasped, biting his shoulder gently as he moved inside her, her body clenching in welcome. He set a rhythm, deep and slow, then faster as her hips rolled against his. The sound of water, the slap of skin, the occasional sharp intake of breath — it all blurred into one delicious chaos.
Jay’s moans turned to laughter as he shifted the angle, hitting just right. “Oh—god—that’s not fair.”
Ted grinned, his breath ragged. “You’re the one who asked for thorough.”
Their movements grew frantic, wild. She clutched at him as waves of pleasure built, cresting fast and hard. Her body shook as she came, head thrown back, her cry swallowed by the crashing surf just beyond the slats. Ted followed a heartbeat later, muscles tensing, a low groan escaping as he buried his face in her neck, breathless.
They slumped together against the shower wall, water still streaming over them, cooling the heat that pulsed between their legs.
Jay finally peeled herself away slightly, brushing soaked hair from her face. “Well,” she said, breath still shallow. “That’s one way to make a first impression.”
Ted chuckled, reaching for the soap again. “I dropped this earlier.”
She gave him a sideways glance. “Classic. Now you’ll have to wash me all over again.”
He raised a brow. “Same time tomorrow?”
Jay smirked, stepping into the stream with exaggerated elegance. “Only if you bring the soap.” |
