I glanced over to my left and noticed two men. One of them was Justin, the other could’ve been either Sir or Master. I was unable to tell from this distance. They were standing by the water, several yards away, not paying me any attention.
The fact that they were there was enough to make my pussy clench with excitement. Remembering my fantasy, I decided now was the perfect time to remove my bikini top. The breeze was strong, caressing my skin and making my nipples harden into points. Then again, it could’ve been my excitement that did it.
I waited a few minutes as I lay on my belly, carefree and lighthearted as I kicked my feet in the air, pretending not to notice that the men were there. Feeling brave, I then unhooked my bottoms and tossed them with my top. It felt delightfully wicked to be outside naked like this. Although it was a private island, it still felt as though someone might see me at any time and that made it feel exceedingly naughty.
While I lay there, enjoying the gentle lapping of the waves, I heard more people talking and I peered over my shoulder to see Ben and either Master or Sir—again, I couldn’t tell who was who—walking slowly past.
“Cute little ass.”
I recognized that voice. It was definitely Sir.
I grinned playfully, pretending that it was completely normal for me to be naked and alone on the beach.
They continued to walk a little ways away, but then Sir stopped.
“I’ll be right back,” he told Ben. “I’m gonna…go talk to her.”
I tried not to giggle, loving the way he was giving my fantasy a life of its own.
“Hey,” he said, sounding slightly hesitant—a definite difference from how he normally sounded. He was obviously in character. Since he was wearing a pair of swim shorts and no shirt, I didn’t mind this character at all.
“Hi.” I reached for the towel to cover myself, but he tsked me.
“No need to cover up,” Sir stated. “It’s a very nice view from where I stand.”
I smiled shyly, which I didn’t have to pretend.
When he took a seat a few feet away, I found myself watching him closely. I wasn’t sure which direction this was going, but I was pleasantly surprised by the improvisation.
“You stayin’ nearby?” he asked, making small talk.
“I am. Rented a place for the week.” I pointed behind me. “Right up that way.”
“How long are you here for?”
Brushing my hair over my shoulder, I kept my breasts covered by remaining on my belly. “Just until tomorrow. It’s time to head back to the real world.”
“You do any sight-seeing while you were here?”
“Not much, no. I thought I’d meet more people, but I’m realizing not many people go to the beach for Christmas.”
Sir nodded toward the others. “My buddies and I headed down for a few days.” He tilted his head in the opposite direction of the house. “We’ve got a place not too far from here, but the beach isn’t as nice, so we thought we’d wander down this way.”
I feigned a yawn and then covered my mouth. “I’m so sorry. It looks as though it’s past my bedtime.”
The expression on his face looked like real disappointment. “No worries. We were just gonna head back ourselves.”
When I sat up, I grabbed the towel in an effort to keep as much of myself covered as I could. Sir got to his feet, then held out his hand and helped me to my feet.
“Thank you,” I said coyly. “That was very sweet of you.”
As I positioned the towel, Sir’s hand brushed against my nipple, making it instantly pebble. He made it appear accidental, but I had to wonder.
“Well…” I held the towel a little more securely and reached down to get my bathing suit. “It was nice chatting.” I glanced over at the others. “Have a safe trip home.”
“You do the same.”
As I started up toward the house, I glanced over my shoulder, noticing he was watching me. I gave him a flirtatious wave, then continued toward my destination, spotting the lit torches they’d set up around the space.
Once on the deck, I placed my towel on one of the chairs and then took a seat. I didn’t have to pretend to be turned on. I most definitely was. My hands wandered over my breasts, my belly, then lower, easing between my thighs.
I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up to see Justin watching me. He’d come halfway up the stairs but stopped, his hand gripping the rail. He looked as though he was holding himself back.
Our gazes locked and I continued my efforts to tease myself, not rushing. The man looked delicious without a shirt and I realized it was the first time I’d seen him this relaxed.
“Deeper,” he said, his voice gruff.
