It was a typically sizzling Spanish summer day in June. The intense heat was dissipating as late afternoon approached, bringing relief to my fatigued body as I wove through a dense forest on my way to a remote beach I had spotted on Google Maps.
It was my second day of backpacking solo down the south coast towards Valencia. I’d spent the previous week partying hard at a festival with a group of friends from back home in England. Five mostly sleepless nights had left us all a little ragged, but while my friends had flown home, I had other plans. I wanted to take some time for myself. I’d been surrounded by crowds for days and needed to explore before returning to the monotony of work.
I spent the first night in a hostel, where I showered, slept, picked up supplies, and got myself together. I planned to set off early each day, walk to a secluded spot, find somewhere shady to pitch my tent, work on my tan, and enjoy the beautiful coastline.
I had underestimated both the distance and the heat, but I was determined to make it to this cove, which my research told me was the most secluded and sheltered on this coastline. The last 30 minutes had been torture, and I was beginning to question the wisdom of my plan when I caught a glimpse of the sea between the poplar trees.
As I neared the tree line, I took in the sight. The forest ended with dense bushes bordering a ridge of rock and boulders, which led down to a shale-and-sand beach 5 metres below. Steep brown rock bluffs buttressed either side of a beach about 100 metres wide, with the soft, sparkling lapping of the Balearic Sea 20 metres away.
It was perfect. Shrugging off my backpack, I paused in the shade offered by the last few trees and reached for a much-needed drink. As I took a swig, I spotted the only two people in this idyllic scene, both thigh deep in the water ahead.
Even at this distance, I could tell she was as perfect as the rest of this scene. Glossy chestnut hair falling over slender shoulders. A tiny white barely-there bikini cupping high, firm breasts that needed no support. Matching bikini thong bottoms that left little to the imagination. Legs that seemed to go on forever. She was holding poses in the water, twisting slowly one way or the other with a knowing, cheeky smile.
Transfixed, it took me a couple of minutes to acknowledge the source of this behaviour. A tall, athletic man in black trunks was wielding an expensive-looking SLR camera with practised ease. But he had his back to me, using the late afternoon light to illuminate his already glowing subject.
It was hard to tell whether this was a couple enjoying a quiet, private photo session or a more professional setup. Regardless, I didn’t want to interrupt them, and I was certainly enjoying the view of the beach and of the woman, so I stayed put and watched as they moved to the water’s edge and kept on shooting.
After a few minutes, the man must have said something, because his model nodded and started walking back up the beach towards my hideout. She touched his chest lightly as she passed. “Lovers,” I thought. I could see a couple of large beach bags about 10 metres away, below me and to the left. Behind her, the man only had eyes for his camera, squinting to review his work and rummaging in his camera bag. As she got closer, I was able to admire her fully. Taut, well-defined thighs and calves, flat stomach - this was a girl who worked hard to look this good, and I appreciated the effort.
She stopped at the bags and immediately undid her bikini top. My arousal had increased gradually over the last few minutes, and it went into overdrive as her pert nipples appeared in direct view. With a devastating little wiggle, she inched down her bottoms, and I was unsurprised but delighted to see her smooth pubic mound appear. She had my full attention, heart racing and a hard-on straining against my lightweight hiking shorts.
Fully naked in front of me, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and lifted her arms to 90 degrees, pulling her breasts further skyward. She looked golden in this light, skin uniformly tanned with no lines breaking up her supple curves. As I studied her, I noticed her sheer confidence and comfort in her nakedness. “She’s a Sun Goddess,” I thought, “She worships the sun and it worships her in return.” As I held this thought, she slowly started turning, making sure that every part of her body caught some of the warmth. As she turned, I caught something I hadn’t seen at a distance, a thin cross-shaped tattoo almost mirroring her pose, running down her right hip and thigh.
A shouted word from her partner broke the spell for us both. She opened her eyes and reached down into the bag, pulling out another bikini. On her way back, she paused and looked up towards the tree line and my hiding place, squinting a little against the sun. For one heartstopping moment, I thought of grabbing my bag and running before an angry Spanish man caught me, but the moment passed. She tilted her head quizzically, shrugged, and turned around. I was treated to a tantalising glimpse of her tight pussy lips and arse as she bent over and pulled on new red bottoms, before she strutted away, fixing her top on the way to the water.
A combination of her stunning looks, toned body and sheer sass in front of the camera convinced me that she was definitely a pro model. They repeated the same process with the new costume, and I watched every single moment, hard-on subsiding but still in a state of excitement. They both knew what they were doing, and I was struck by the balance of playful and professional as they got through their shots.
After another 15 minutes, she said something to him, gave him her biggest smile of the day, and he nodded as she walked towards the rocks. “Show over,” I thought, but no - it was just beginning.
This time, she didn’t make it as far as the bag before the bikini disappeared, shucked off onto the sand as she walked to a rocky outcrop below. She found an edge tilting in my direction, still warmed by the early evening rays, and pushed her body tight against the rock, head cocked to one side. Her photographer/lover had followed behind, shutter whirring incessantly throughout her quick strip.
He focused on her peachy arse, clicking away. I noticed that he was becoming more tactile, reaching over to brush grains of sand from her skin, letting his touch linger up and down her buttocks, back and legs. I could hear the soft peal of her laughter on the breeze, and it was becoming clear that this shoot was moving from professional to personal very quickly. Somehow, I didn’t think this set of shots would end up in a catalogue or on Instagram. She pushed her bottom up in the air in my direction, allowing her lover to capture her impossibly long legs, rounded rear, and dangling breasts from all angles.
Next, she turned to face the camera. Despite her obvious body confidence, she started by holding her arms across her chest, pushing her cleavage up, but keeping those perky nipples under wraps while she crossed one leg in front of the other. It dawned on me that she was teasing - teasing the camera, her lover, maybe even me. Hiding the most intimate parts of herself and allowing the camera and any watching eyes to linger on the artistry of her petite but curvy frame. At this distance, I could make out her cheeky smile. Cute, confident, and very naughty - I liked her more and more.
My heartbeat increased as she cupped one hand on each breast. She started kneading them slowly, gradually exposing one nipple between her fingers and pinching them together, then the other. Her giggles were now interspersed with a few soft moans as she held poses for a few seconds before returning to her own gentle arousal.
She straightened her legs, pushing her butt up the rock and leaning back into it. The camera clicked on, capturing her right hand slowly snaking down her smooth stomach towards the treasure between her thighs. There it rested while her flawless form was captured from the front and both sides.
Her eyes had been closed much of the time, face tilted towards the sun once more. Shifting her gaze to the camera lens, she said something that I couldn’t hear from this distance. They both giggled, and he stepped in a little closer. She shifted position slightly, opening her legs a little and flexing at the knees. At first, it was hard to see from this distance the subtle movements of her middle finger brushing across her labia.
My breath quickened as soft moans filled the air. One fingernail disappeared from view with a low gasp. Her other hand massaged one breast and the other, rougher and more urgent than before. She took her time, stretching out the self-gratification for herself, her lover, and her secret audience.
Opening wider, the ring finger joined its friend exploring inside her as the teasing turned into nothing but pleasing. From my vantage point above, I could see her hand working away, head thrown back and soft curves arching in the sun. Her lover had the ideal view and dropped to his knees to shoot her in profile before working his way in front and to the other side.
The intensity of the moment built with her movements, fingers pushing harder and faster against her clit, then deep inside, back and forth with louder and louder moans. Her free hand moved down and helped out, knees opening wider as she pushed down on her fingers. The photographer was back in front of her, shooting her body within touching distance. Within moments, we both saw and heard her orgasm well up and explode, her fabulous frame flexing and shaking as he caught her climax for posterity.
I felt like I had been holding my breath forever and tried to gather myself while I watched her lying back and recovering. I don’t think I had ever been this turned on, so I had no idea what he must have felt, but I soon got a pretty good idea. She removed her fingers, which had remained wedged between her legs, bent over and offered them towards the camera lens. Quick as a flash, he dropped the camera onto the sand, grabbed her wrist and pulled them hungrily to his mouth.
The taste of her juices clearly inflamed him. He shuffled closer and pushed his head roughly between her legs, on his knees, worshipping his Sun Goddess in the best possible way. She draped one leg over his shoulder as he pushed her further up the rock to allow his roving tongue better access. Moans and sighs filled the air once more, increasing in volume with each lick.
Evidently, he knew her body all too well, and it didn’t take long for her second climax to arrive, noisier and wilder than before. Satisfied with his work and taking in the sight of his muse quivering on the rock, he stood and pulled down his trunks. He waited moments for her to recover before moving in as if he was going to take her right there on the rock.
She shook her head and gingerly pushed herself up towards him. I figured that the constant rubbing of rock on bare skin was enough for her, and she needed a more comfortable seat. Wrapping her arms around him, she whispered something into his ear. And was that a quick glance over his shoulder in my direction? I wasn’t sure, but she took her man by the hand and led him back to the beach bags. Reaching inside, she pulled out two large beach towels and shook them out side by side before inviting him to lie down with his feet towards the ocean.
She wasted no time straddling one leg on either side of his hips and squatted down to position the tip of his thick cock against her pussy. I had a perfect view as she eased down slowly, teasing him a little by pulling away before sinking deeper with a loud groan accompanying each inch. Putting her hands on his chest, she was able to control the pace as she slowly rocked up and down, their low moans mingling with breaking waves as the sound made its way to my hideout.
This pace continued awhile, both of them lost in the sun, the sensations, and the moment. Very gradually, she started picking up the speed of the thrusts, then adjusted her position so that she could place her hands behind her and arch her back, lifting her rock-hard nipples to the sun. Bucking faster now, the low animal noise from both became more insistent. She pushed harder, faster, deeper, over and over until she cried and shook once more.
Her lover was still pushing though, and after a moment she lifted herself off him, knelt between his legs, and grabbed his slick shaft with her hand. Working quickly up and down, it didn’t take long for it to become clear his climax was coming, and as it did, she directed thick wads of cum over her breasts and stomach.
She knelt there a minute, covered in a sweaty sheen from the exertion, with droplets of his cum slowly meandering down over her taut flesh. Her lover simply lay there spent.
Then she stood up slowly, flexing her knees as she eased back up. She took a couple of steps towards me, fixed her eyes in my direction, ran a finger across her breast, deposited one cum covered finger in her open mouth, rolled it around as if savouring the taste, before breaking into a smile so lascivious I almost came there and then. Well, that was me well and truly rumbled, but evidently she was the sharing kind. With a little laugh, she spun around, and I was treated to one more view of her perfect ass as she ran to the water, waded in, and dove under the surface to clean herself up. I took that as a cue to leave, picked up my rucksack and with stubborn erection easing, headed back into the woods, horny but elated with my unexpected encounter.
