The beach party

Ezra Finch
4 min readMay 29, 2022

It was one of the last days of the summer holidays. They were all out enjoying the nice weather and some cold ones. I’d been looking at you all night, you were wearing one of the nicest bikinis I’d ever seen. “Gucci,” you said, looking at me. I fumbled a little after the words, but expressed my excitement for the very nice bikini. You smile and turn around and join the dancers around the fire. Everyone’s dancing, no worries, nothing. People jump around the fire in the smallest bikinis imaginable, without throwing a little thought to the Christian school that keeps houses right above here. Carefree and happy, that’s how young people should be, isn’t it? I kept an eye on you through the evening, I can’t keep my eyes off. I just want you alone, in our own little world. My thoughts weren’t as absurd as I had at first thought, you came up to me and smiled. “Can you walk me to the bathroom?” you asked rudely. And as I was, I followed you, into the woods, behind a small wall of trees and scrubs. There you sat down, and I politely turned away. A few seconds passed, I heard rattling in the foliage, but thought no more about it. “Turn around!” I heard a few erases, and there you were. On your knees in front of me, naked. I could see the moon shining in your silky-smooth skin while you opened my belt. I didn’t know what to do, so I thought I’d let it decide. You just smiled wisely while struggling with the buttons in my new pants. “Shall I help you?” I whispered gently and smiled wisely back. But I quickly noticed that there was no need for it. Button after button gently popped up, and you pulled my pants off. I started shaking, not because I was cold or nervous, but just for the simple reason that I was so agitated that I couldn’t keep my body under control. My boxer was still wet after we bathed, and this was perhaps fine, because a couple of droplets of joy should not be disregarded that had come. You felt me, you touched me in a very special way I’ve never known before. I knew right away that this is going to be special. You stroked a hard bullet in my boxer, teased me by stroking my head, time after time. Then you laid back, my idea that I was going to let you do most of it disappeared. There you were, naked, in the moonlight, looking at me. I sat down on my knees in front of you, unsure what you were expecting to come. I started by kissing you on the stomach while I stroked the inside of your thighs. I could smell a woman’s…

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