It is early morning on our second day here. I get out of bed, leaving him asleep. In my bikini, I walk down to the edge of the sea, and watch the sun rise over the hills, the sky and sea constantly changing colours as it does so. I feel quietly excited, knowing that we are here for a number of days, and that there is little to do except unwind, and, as we have promised ourselves, and each other, enjoy a great deal of pleasure...
As the sun settles into the sky, I move back from the sea, and lie on a lounger by the swimming pool, looking out over the calm, and calming, now deep blue sea. I am feeling comfortably aroused by where I am, by the unspoilt beauties of the place and the sunrise, and by my comparative lack of clothes. I lie down on my stomach on the lounger, and undo the straps of my bikini top. My large breasts spill out, as they press against the lounger. The sun rises high enough to caress my back with its warmth, leavened with a light sea breeze. I am very aware of my body, and of my physical presence, here and now. I note the pressure on my breasts as I lie on them. I feel my nipples stiffen, and luxuriate in the blossoming between my legs. I clench my buttocks and press my crotch into the lounger and feel the pressure of it against my swelling lips and clit.
I am thinking about my lover, and the things we did together last night, and the very sexy things we talked about doing while we are here. As my thoughts become more specific, and graphic, my body responds of its own accord. I begin to slowly clench my buttocks, and rhythmically press myself against the surface of the lounger. This is soon insufficient for my increasingly insistent clit and my right hand slides down under me and slips inside my bikini pants. I touch my stiff desirous clit and start to rub it rhythmically, slowly at first.
I am slowly settling into a fantasy of multiple love in the sun, when my lover appears. He stands above me at the head of the lounger, wearing small, tight, dark-coloured swimming briefs, the remains of his morning glory very evident through the material. His appearance makes me flood with pleasure, and I let out an involuntary whimper.
"Here you are," he says cheerily. "We both missed you when I woke up."
"It's nice out here," I murmur, "Join me."
He sits down on the edge of my lounger. I know that he is enjoying the sight of my nakedness: from my feet to the top of my thighs, a small bikini bottom covering my buttocks, and then an expanse of naked back, crushed breasts seen in profile, and my head to one side and smiling at him.
"Do you want some suntan oil on you?" he asks lightly.