Warm, calm, clear blue sky – days like these are very rare in the North West of Scotland.

And since it was her only day off this week, Hannah didn't hesitate. After her morning coffee, she changed into her bikini, put a towel, a book, sunscreen, and a water bottle in her waterproof bag, grabbed her SUP and paddle, and made her way to the beach.

Half an hour later, she felt the morning sun mercilessly burning down on her. With the sunlight reflected by the ocean and without any shade, sweat dropped from Hannah's forehead, though it was still early in the day.
At least with the support of the offshore currents, she didn't have to paddle a lot, so she floated for a while. Her toned legs dangling relaxed in the cool water on each side of the SUP, she looked at the rocky island ahead, each sharp edge visible against the horizon, like drawn by a pencil.

The nameless piece of land lay about a mile off the coast, on the more sheltered eastern side of the Hebrides' Mainland. It was barren and inhospitable, except for a few sandy bays, separated from each other by steep cliffs. Without a good natural harbour for boats and too far off to reach even for skilled swimmers, Hannah always had the place for herself. For some time now, the isle had been her favourite hideaway when she needed some quality time alone. Working in a Stornoway pub over the summer, she preferred to get away as far as possible from the crowded streets and bars of the town when she was off duty.

Peacefully, she glided through the water. The island was pretty close now, but Hannah couldn't make out any details yet because the backlight of the sun reduced the outline of the island to a black silhouette.
She navigated around the northern tip and towards her favorite cove. When the sea was shallow enough, she jumped into the clear water. The splash startled some seabirds that flew off the rock with loud chirping.

Hannah dragged the SUP onto the beach. She spread her towel on the sand and laid down her bag next to it. Then she stripped out of her bikini. Instinctively, she first took a look around before she got naked.

But except for a few seagulls circling over the water, there was nobody there. A bit further away she could see a fishing boat. Maybe the guys could make out her body on the beach. They would need binoculars, though, to get a proper look at her tits. She couldn't care less, anyway.

Hannah put both pieces of her bikini on a warm rock to dry, before she laid herself down on her towel and closed her eyes. The seawater on her skin still cooled her down, and when a breeze passed over her, she felt goosebumps all over her body, and her sensitive nipples hardened. But soon enough, the sun had dried her off completely, and her muscles warmed up and relaxed.

Content and at peace with herself, Hannah just lay there for a while and listened to the breaking of small waves, and the occasional seabird chirping. Maybe later she'd read a chapter or two, then go for a swim.

From a distance, she heard the sound of an engine approaching. She looked up. A light aircraft circled over the sea, the metal glistening in the sun. Could people see me from up there? she wondered.

Probably not, but Hannah was quite a looker. In her late twenties, she still had the youthfully firm skin of a teen, but the confident and mature face of a woman. She wore her dirty-blonde hair quite short for convenience in something like a fringy pixie cut.

With her weekly schedule of yoga, jogging, and the gym, as well as hiking, paddling, and swimming in the summer, her body was toned and tanned. Slender legs, a flat belly, small tight tits, and a cute little ass, formed by cycling and running. She always kept her pussy waxed. For a while, she grew a bush to protest the expectations society put on women, but she learned that a hairy crotch made her feel uncomfortable. Her nipples were pierced, and big tattoos covered most of the left side of her body from thigh to shoulder – remnants of her wild, punky youth. Back then she hated growing up in the Hebrides, far away from the cities, and rebelled in any way possible.

The aircraft turned for the Mainland and then disappeared.

My backside needs some sun as well, Hannah thought, and lifted herself up by her elbows to turn over. At the same moment, a strong breeze brushed over her, and she saw her bikini being blown from the stone she had put it on and landing dangerously close to the waterline. Reluctantly, she got up to save it.

That was when she saw it.

A thin column of smoke, rising from behind the rocks, was clearly visible before it was dissolved by the wind.

Hannah frowned. Strangers on her island? Over the last years she had developed an unjustified sense of ownership towards the place, and also the thought that, maybe, she'd unknowingly shared the place with others several times before made her a bit anxious.

A curious person, she needed to check it out. Hannah knew herself well enough. She couldn't lie back down and ignore what she saw.

So she put her bikini back on – the little it covered, she still felt less naked, less vulnerable – and began to ascend the rocks.

The interior of the isle wasn't rising high, but it was rugged and fractured, so it took Hannah some careful climbing. Once or twice she slipped on a mossy stone and had to grab hold quickly to avoid a nasty fall. But the fit young woman overcame all the obstacles, and after a short while she reached the island's western side. Hannah passed one last, high-rising rock, and then a hidden cove not unlike her own lay below her in open view.

Her eyes widened. Immediately, she took cover behind the rock again, only to keep peeking through a crevice.

They had obviously spent the night here. There was a two-person canoe on the shore and two sleeping bags further up the beach.

He was naked. Squatting on the ground, he was busy making a proper campfire for breakfast - the fire that had betrayed their presence.

A good-looking guy, Hannah thought. Mid-twenties, dark complexion, dark curly hair, broad shoulders, and a nice football player's butt just perfect to dig your nails into.

“Screw that bloody driftwood!“

The sound carried surprisingly well from the beach up to the rocks, thanks to the onshore wind. He seemed to have a hard time getting the fire going, indicated by the amount of smoke it generated. Bending over somewhat further, he blew into the embers.

His new position allowed Hannah to take an indecent look at his genitals. A dirty grin spread across her face. He was quite well-endowed. No unrealistic porn material, but definitely a piece one could work with.

Well, forget that fire then, Curly Head, and screw me instead, she thought. I'm way easier to inflame. She chuckled about her own bad pun.

Then, the sound of splashing water caught her attention. Half obscured by the reflection of the sun, a girl approached the beach with powerful strokes. Hannah was curious if his female companion was as good-looking as he was. She wasn't to be disappointed.

When she was close enough to the shore, the blonde emerged from the water. Unsuspecting of any hidden voyeur, she exposed her naked body inch by inch to Hannah's eyes.

While the guy was certainly attractive, that word was insufficient to describe her.

Her wet body glistening in the sun, she walked through the shallow water like an ancient fertility goddess, like a Roman Venus. Her long hair clung to her neck and shoulders and framed a pretty face, with big eyes and full lips. Her big round tits swayed softly to the rhythm of her steps, and Hannah could even make out her dark areolas against her fair skin, as well as her nipples, erect from the cold water.

Her narrow waist contrasted admirably against her wide hips and voluptuous thighs. Nestled in between, a triangle of neatly trimmed dark blonde pubic hair.

Fuck she's sexy! Hannah couldn't take her eyes off those perfect curves.

With a broad smile on her sunny face and her hips swaying seductively, she quite gracefully walked towards her boyfriend.

Hannah couldn't understand every word. Venus wasn't talking as loudly as Curly Head had been cursing. It seemed as if she was making fun of his mediocre campfire skills. A stormy debate ensued, then they both laughed out loudly.

Oh, to be young again. She smiled, slightly jealous.

There was an aura of innocent, optimistic confidence around that pretty couple. Everything lay still ahead of them. The world was their playground, and their tight bodies carried them around the globe and back.

Few years from now, there would be debts, and kids, and ex-partners, and the first wrinkles around the eyes.

Enjoy your time in paradise, baby, Hannah thought, still mesmerized by those full, heavy, bouncing breasts. And make the most of it.

As if she had heard her, Venus stopped their playful argument and took a couple of steps in his direction. She didn't say a word, but her eyes spoke clearly.

Curly Head reached out and started to caress her breasts, without breaking eye contact with Venus, when the two lovers closed in for a passionate kiss.

Hannah felt her her body quickly react to the show, an all-to-familiar tingle in her lower body. Any good-mannered woman would walk away now and give them some privacy, she thought, without any intention of doing so. Instead, her left hand wandered up her body until it lay on her own small, perky breast, absently giving it a squeeze.

Down on the beach, Curly Head seemed to have all the time in the world. With both hands, he now stroked and fondled her, pinching her nipples ever so slightly, before cupping her magnificent tits, like he was judging their weight in his large hands.

Venus had closed her eyes, her mouth half open and her head tilted to the side, lost in bliss.

Without letting go of her breasts, he lowered his head to her exposed neck, kissing, sucking, and licking her soft skin. She embraced him and moaned, just loud enough for the voyeur behind the rocks to hear.

Oh, what I would give to be in her place right now, Hannah whispered to herself, and fuck does she have a nice pair of boobs...

By now, her left tit had slipped out of her bikini, and she kept pinching her pierced nipple. Increasingly horny, she licked her lips, and readjusted her somewhat uncomfortable squatting position. The movements of her upper thighs made her pussy squirm when she got on all fourths. Without really noticing, the fingers of her right hand kept making their way south, below the waistband of her panties.

Hannah wasn't the only woman on this island in a state of serious arousal though. Venus wanted more now. Determined, she pushed her lover back on the ground and mounted him. Her tits dangled in front of his face now like ripe fruits, and he didn't hesitate. Within a second, her nipple was in his mouth. Again, she moaned noticeably as she started rocking her body against his crotch.

His cock was hard in an instant. Hannah could see his manhood being tightly squeezed against her mons and the golden-haired slit beneath.

Come on, put it in there, Hannah moaned, her own hands busy under her bikini bottom by now, sharing the young woman's unbearable anticipation.

Again, it was almost surreal how the two women were in sync. The moment Hannah had formed those words - she was speaking to herself now, half whispering - Venus lifted her lower body just enough to direct that hard and powerful, but unguided, cock into the right position. And with a face full of lust, eyes half closed and mouth open wide, she slowly lowered herself onto his magnificent cock.

"Oooh yesss...!"

Now it was Curly Head who moaned out loudly for the first time, while Venus fell quiet, moving her pelvis carefully to accommodate him inside her.

Now we are talking, Hannah exclaimed, almost a moan as well by now, rubbing her clit fast and hard, go ride that cock girl, I want to see your titties swing!

Turned on by her own dirty talk, she started fucking herself with two fingers, and a squishy sound escaped her soaked cunt. Fuck I'm wet! Watching the voluptuous woman with her flushed face and unruly hair, she could almost feel the pulsating hardness sliding into her juicy warm hole, comfortably stretching the walls of her vagina... God, I so badly need to get laid again, she thought, half amused, half frustrated.

In a futile attempt to get an even better view, Hannah crawled closer to the edge of the cliffs.

Venus got in a slow rhythm on top of her lover, while he kept sucking and kissing her nipples. Her skin was still a little wet from swimming and glistened in the sun, while her long hair hung in streaks down her shoulders. His deep and raspy sounds now mixed with her higher-pitched moans of pleasure.

They are so beautiful, Hannah thought again, sucking her fingers only to shove them into her pussy again. That's all you need after all. No toys, no porn, just pure fucking, wet and hot and primal!

Not that she would have minded one of her toys right now, like her thick seven-inch dildo...

Then she felt the mood change again. Curly Head took control.

With a powerful grip on the head, he pulled her close and rolled her over so that she came to rest face down on their sleeping bags. She squealed in surprise, then screamed when both his hands landed hard on her big ass.
For a second, Hannah saw his bulging, rock-hard cock, his youthful potency and vibrancy, before he thrust inside her from behind without any restraint.

"Fuck!" the blonde exclaimed, trying to keep her balance despite this rough assault, hardly getting any time to accommodate as he immediately started fucking her deep and hard.

"Fuck yes... fuck... fuck... fuck... ahhh."

Hannah was in awe. Come on, take her like a bitch in heat, she needs it hard!

She fucked herself frantically, her tight ass obscenely pushed into the air and her tiny tits rubbing against the warm rock with each movement of her body, providing further stimulation. She was close by now. And so was he.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum, where you want it?" Curly Head called out loud, his body smashing into her again and again in an increasingly erratic rhythm.

"In my mouth!" Venus answered, short of breath, turned round fast and got on her knees, her mouth opened wide with her tongue sticking out, welcoming the slick, pulsating cock in front of her pretty face.

This scene was too much for Hannah, and she came, came fucking hard, her body convulsing, rocking forward and falling to the side, while she bit her hand to not cry out loud.

Unfortunately, she had been kneeling so close to the edge of the rock that the involuntary movement of her orgasm-shaking body made her lose her balance. Before she realized what was going on, she started falling, face first. A sandy hill soon stopped her fall, so it didn't actually hurt. But she kept sliding down the steep dune, fast. She rolled over several times and lost her orientation before she remained lying on the beach, almost naked and disturbed.

Hannah spit out sand. What had just happened?

His feet and her kneeling legs were what she saw first, right in front of her. Back in reality, she jerked her head up, her panicked eyes wide open.

His cock still in hand, Curly Head stared at Hannah like a deer in the headlights.
Venus smiled. While she ruthlessly checked out Hannah's body, his cum dropped from her lips onto her boobs.

Hannah now realized that her panties hung at her ankles and her bikini top had slipped down to her belly. She was busted, exposed, in the most humiliating way.

Venus opened her cum-smeared mouth, still smiling devilishly.

"Ricky," she said, her sultry eyes fixed on the woman that lay in front of her in the sand, "that needy slut here looks like she needs the sand fucked out of her holes... do you have some energy left, or you want me to take care of her?"