reached the next to
the last step, and she instinctively stopped and scanned the beach
from right to left.
Her
breath caught and held when her eyes gained sight of the woman at
water's edge. The low light cast an amazing glow on all things light
in color while the rocks and water appeared almost black. Standing as
she was, the small woman's silhouette was easily deciphered against
the inky backdrop of water, and Liz gazed on in silence. Everything
around her, the heat, the rain, the noise, ceased to register as all
of her senses honed in on the unsuspecting woman.
Liz
crept backwards up one step, carefully ensuring that her presence was
undetectable, and watched her lover dabble her toes in the surf as it
reached her feet again and again. The brunette smiled when Sabrina
stretched her arms out on either side and tilted her face to the sky.
Her woman. Strong and capable, but forever a child, Sabrina loved the
rain. Liz felt the first stirrings of arousal she'd had in over a
week and fought the urge to go to the smaller woman.
Thankful
she'd maintained her hiding place, she watched on as Sabrina untied
the knot at her left shoulder, letting her sarong glide down her lush
body and float to the sand. Standing just out of reach of the tide,
as naked as the day she was born, was the woman that had brought Liz
back to life. A breath of fresh air when the constraints of life
surrounded her like thick black plumes of smoke, Sabrina had saved
her from what could have been a lonely and unfulfilled existence.
Liz
greedily drank in the sight of her girl. Short blonde hair, creamy
skin, powerful legs, and a generous backside set the brunette's body
on fire. Liz felt her grip tighten on the glass bottle in her hands
as her body responded to the visual stimulus. Sabrina would never
know that the simple sight of her nude body drove Liz absolutely
insane with desire. She couldn't. Liz, herself, could barely wrap her
mind around it.
As
she often did, Liz had the urge to shout. The kind of abrupt noise
one makes when the feelings within them all join forces and demand to
be heard. She bit it back tonight and reveled in the excitement of
the unexpected voyeuristic opportunity. The rain began falling
harder. She could feel it gathering at various places on her skin and
then racing down her body. Likewise, Sabrina's skin glistened as the
rain coated her and Liz moaned softly when the blonde moved her hands
to her sides and slid them down over her hips, bending at the waist
and caressing her thighs.
Liz
downed the rest of her beer as Sabrina walked into the water and dove
in. She swam under the water for quite a while and the brunette
caught sight of her again when she emerged near the buoy for the
lobster pot. Liz grew envious at the thought of cool water caressing
naked flesh but remained hidden to watch as Sabrina began swimming
toward the sailboat. Long graceful strokes of her arms propelled the
blonde through the shimmering water, and Liz pulled off her sports
bra.
Her
nipples reacted instantly when she located the blonde floating on her
back near the bow of the ghostly white boat. Liz knew Sabrina was
replaying the day she slid her fingers beneath Liz's bathing suit and
fingered her senseless just below the surface of the water. The
brunette replayed the same scene in her own mind, recalling how dizzy
she'd been when she finally pushed away from the stimulation to keep
from drowning. Remembering the event now while she looked over her
lover's floating body brought forth a flood of sensation and she
stood to remove her flimsy running shorts.
The
top of Sabrina's thighs, chest and face were the only things visible
above the black water and Liz's gaze settled on the blonde's small,
pert breasts as they glistened wet beneath the moon. She licked her
lips, tasting the rain as it dripped down her face and imagined the
slick texture her tongue would find at Sabrina's breasts. Longing to
feel a firm nipple between her teeth, Liz made her way to