I love the beach

I really like the beach because love is in the sea’s air. It is big fantastic than I always come back to this. I said to my friends all the time to get back there. The smell of the saline is a sweaty nectar for me. 

I went in an opportunity with a woman who she told me the story of Renso.

–    My friend this is the story.

“Not again Lolita,” he thinks. The next splash rinses another salty liquid to his mouth.
Renso opens his eyes. He looks down at a wooden floor. In addition, he perceives sand – a wave spills over his face.

“It’s the flood,” he says. Hastily he jumps up and staggers a few steps up the flat sand beach. There he turns around. He sees in front of him the sea, which curls itself in small waves to the beach. Above it is a bright blue sky, cloudless. On the right and left, he sees sand, sand, sand. In the background is a palm row.

In no time for Renso about the aware situation. That morning he lent a small motor yacht in Lahaina. Later, on the sea, he wanted to get a good start. The engine has exploded properly. This has torn the back of the boat. The ship has completely sunk within two minutes.

Renso held himself against a wooden plank and looked out for land. The nearest island, he has estimated, lies a few kilometers from him. At first, he paddled like crazy with his arms. After an hour or two he was asleep from exhaustion, clinging to the plank. Now he is sitting on the beach. So far he has been lucky again.

Above the sky Renso sees contrails. So he cannot be strange so far from Hawaii. He looks at his watch. Thank goodness it is still on the wrist. It’s just before five in the afternoon.

Renso is concerned. He hired the boat until Sunday evening at seven o’clock. Before, nobody will worry about him. This was thought to be a one-man trip. He could no longer make a radio call.

Where to go tonight? He is not a natural man. Building wooden huts, making fire, succumbing to animals – this is not his profession.

He rises and walks towards the edge of the forest, a bit wobbly. On the right, he now recognizes a little trampling path. There will not be any human guzzlers here. Pirate Rather not. Tourists. This could be a tourist island. Perhaps cruisers are driving this stupid island.

Renso crosses the grove. The island does not seem to be too big. After about twenty minutes, the forest ends. Renso looks back at a beach, the sea – and a surfer.

He clearly recognizes the pubic triangle and her full round breasts. The woman surfs naked as God created her. Cleverly she rides the wave. Renso looks around. Are there still more people? Apparently not.

The shaft runs out. The surfer jumps out of the surfboard just before the beach and runs out a few meters on the sand.

“Hello, hello,” Renso cries now, running toward the unknown. The surfboard picks up under the left arm and waits quietly for Renso to get close to her.

“Good afternoon, speak English,” he asks. “Yes,” she replies.

“I’ve capsized with my boat,” Renso explains, trying to smile.

The bronze-colored water mermaid remains quite uninhibited in its nakedness. She looks at Renso from top to bottom. Finally, she says, “They have to change their damp clothes. They’ll get sick otherwise. Your skin on the arms and face is reddened. I’m rubbing you in. “With these words she takes his arm with her right hand, the surfboard in the left, and leads the bewildered Renso to a small hut in the background.

The cottage seems to be remarkably stable built. On the left side, the shipwrecked person recognizes a small wooden building.

“There is the shower,” explains his hostess. “Go inside, I’ll bring you soap and a towel.”

He undresses and takes a gorgeous shower. The Venus puts soap and a towel on the top edge of the border.

Renso winds the towel around his waist and emerges from the shower.

“Lie on this mat. I’ll rub you, “the woman invites him invitingly.

“You’re all naked, you know,” Renso says.

“I always run around here naked,” replied the brown-burned island goddess. “I, my whole family, we are nudists. Only, with us life as a nudist is not easy. You have to hide from the eyes of your neighbors. It’s best to live on his own property, “she tells him.

“Is this her island?” Renso asks mockingly.

“The island belongs to my father,” she replies. “There are dozens of islands in private ownership within a hundred miles. I can come here as often as I can. “

“By the way, my name is Sabrina. What is your name? “She asks.

“Renso,” he answers.

“Claws ..? ask her.

Oh, the Amis do not know the name. Renso is the short form of Nikolaus. “Nick,” he interjected briefly. “My name is Nick,” he repeats.

“Nice to meet you. Let’s say Nick and Sabrina, okay? “

Sabrina leads him to a couch in the shade of the palm trees in front of the beach hut.

“Oh, you have very nice strong shoulders. Lie back and close your eyes, Nick. “

Renso falls back. The erotic creature now pulls the towel from his loins and sits down on him. She begins to carefully wipe his arms, shoulders, neck, and face with an Aftersun. In doing so, she lifts her pelvis somewhat unintentionally, so that the limb of Renso can enter her Venus mussel.

Renso opens his eyes, but his nymph drives slightly with his right hand over his face, so he closes his eyes again.

In soft, sliding movements, her pelvis circles on Paul’s abdomen. Finally, the nature discharges itself in a pouring effusion. Renso jumps up, Sabrina pushes him back gently.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispers to his ear. After a short time she is back with him. She wipes his genitals with a damp cloth and then dries his sex carefully. Then she covers him with a blanket.

“Relax for a while. You had a hard day, “she says with a warm-hearted undertone in her voice.

Renso smells fish. He opens his eyes. It is half dark on the beach under the palm trees. Sabrina cooked two fish on an open grill. Renso also sees potatoes wrapped in foil. Idaho potato.

Sabrina smiles at him. “Come on, my dear, the food is ready.”

Renso wraps himself in his blanket and sits down beside her. Sabrina has now worn a short beige shorts, to which she is wearing an orange t-shirt. Her well-rounded breasts captivate his gaze. The nipples are standing on it.

She notices his look and smiles at him. “Serve you, Nick.”

After the meal, Renso tells her about his misfortune. “What are you doing in Hawaii?” She wants to know.
“I come from Bangkok. There I negotiated for my company. “She looks at him questioningly” I am a patent attorney. Our plant in Thailand has called me for meetings. On Monday I fly from Honolulu to Los Angeles, and from there back to Berlin. What are you doing when you are not surfing on the beach in God’s free splendor? “
Sabrina tells of your father. This is lawyer in Phoenix, Arizona. On Oahu they have a branch. Sabrina is working in the controlling department. On the weekends she often goes to this lonely private beach for surfing.

Sabrina clears the fire under the grill. “Come on,” she says.

The two enter the hut, which is comfortably furnished. Sabrina takes the blanket from his shoulders. She gently stretches his limb and pulls it slightly behind him. In the bedroom she squeezes him gently onto the bed with a mosquito net. “Come to me,” she calls her lover.

Renso wants to prove activity. But she presses him slightly to her chest. She introduces him to him and whispers: “Do not move as much as possible”. Paul obeys.

Sabrina also hardly moves, perhaps 10-15 minutes.

“Karezza,” Renso runs through his head. He has read about it, but this wonderful way of gathering has never been practiced by himself.

Sabrina suddenly shudders all over her body. Your hair all over your body is as electrified. With a deep moan, she pushes Renso close to her. Then she relaxes.

Renso says nothing. He wants to withdraw from her, but she holds him energetically.

Once again they are intertwined for a few minutes. Sabrina opens a second time. This time a light sigh escaped her half-open mouth. She opens her deep green eyes and looks tenderly at him.

“Thank you, my dear. Would you like your part now? “

She does not wait for his answer. Affectionately her warm lips embraced his obelisk. Finally, his longing is fulfilled a second time.

“Tomorrow we call the office and let the matter clarify with the insurance. Do you want to stay with me for another day? “