It had been a tiring drive. They had decided to drive through the night and now everyone was tired and comfortable in the silence. The rumble of the tyres on the road, the only accompaniment to their subdued state. The sun had come up 3 hours earlier and the day was glorious and warm. Shannon could feel the dry heat baking her pale skin through the window. She drifted in and out of a light sleep. She couldn’t sleep in the car but slipped in and out of a tired daze. Finally, Simon pulled into the house and everyone stirred as the sound of the tyres transitioned from hard road to soft gravel of the driveway. They could smell the salt of the beach through the open windows. The breeze stopped and they were immediately embraced by the hot dry air.
They all tumbled out of the car and headed to the house. The house lay on the edge of a light wood with the open beach extending beyond. They grabbed their bags and entered the house. It smelt musty from the long season lying dormant. Shannon went to their room and placed her bag on the bed. The other couples all filed into respective bedrooms and the house was still with only the sound of the waves entering through the open door. Shannon lay on the bed and could hear the faint ticking of the clock by the bed. It soothed her. She wanted to sleep. She heard clanging and went to see Simon getting pots and pans out ready to make lunch. She went up behind him. Stroked his back and asked if he wanted a hand. He said “no, get some rest”. She smiled and told him she was going to walk outside for a bit. Shannon went to the front door and peered out.
It was hot and dry. The sun was high in the sky and she felt its hot dry touch on her skin. She walked into the shade of the trees. The sun let go of her as she entered the cool shade. She sat at the edge of the wood in the shade looking down towards the beach. It was quiet. As she sat there, she started to hear more and more. The sounds of the birds, the rustling of squirrels. It soothed her. She was tired. She lay back on the soft sandy soil. She was seduced by the soft murmurings of the trees rocking in the breeze. Birds chirping, squirrels rustling, the creaking of the trees and the rustle of the leaves in the breeze kept her company as she lay back looking up at the trees. She closed her eyes. She could feel the heat reaching out to her. The soft breeze touched her bare legs. It felt cool. The breeze tickled her soft warm skin.
The rustling of the leaves and the foraging of the squirrels kept her company and soothed her tiredness. Every now and again, the breeze blew harder as if tugging at her soft sheer dress. It blew up her skirt. Softly, its touch ran along her leg. It reached into every open space and cooled her hot skin. It seduced her. She could feel the hairs on her legs stand up as the breeze darted in to touch her flesh. The contrast of the heat and the cooling touch of the breeze was seductive. She could feel the breeze push at her skirt lifting it higher with every welcome touch. The cold touch gave her goosebumps and she was seduced by its cool touch. She was aware her dress was blowing higher but she welcomed the exposure of her flesh to the breeze.
Shannon opened her legs, inviting the touch of the cool breeze to her inner thighs. The initial cooling of the sweat between her thighs aroused her. She edged her legs apart more, welcoming the cool touch of the breeze. She felt alive. Knowing she was alone, Shannon raised herself up and slipped off the dress. She sat there in her pink sheer panties and no bra. She carefully lay her dress on the ground and lay back on it. She wanted the breeze to touch her all over. She surrendered her pale flesh to its soft touch. She closed her eyes and felt the breeze licking her flesh in waves. The touch of the cooling breeze would pass and she would immediately feel the hot touch of the air. The goosebumps would pass and then another cooling wave would surround her. The cool fingers running into every open space of her body. Her nipples hardened to its touch. She felt aroused by the change and the reaction of her nipples. She imagined the cold tongue of the breeze licking at her hard nipples. She could feel the goosebumps covering her breast as she imagined the seductive touch of the breeze.
All the while she lay there as the squirrels foraged and the trees rustled. Every now and again she could hear the approaching buzz of a damsel fly and then it would disappear. She was alone with her thoughts and the loving touch of her breezy lover. She wanted more. She opened her legs wide. The breeze immediately stroked her thigh and she could feel the sweat cooling on her inner thigh. She could feel the icy touch brushing against her panties. It wanted to touch her. She knew it did. She wanted to be touched. She wanted to feel its touch against her naked pussy. Shannon reached down and slipped her panties off and lay them beside herself. It was her, the wood, the beach and her breezy lover. She opened her legs wide again. She wanted to feel its touch to feel it lick at the edges of her labia. To cool her heated wetness. She immediately felt the touch of the breeze as it embraced her open labia. She felt its touch as it rushed past her pussy and felt its icy lips on her butt. She lifted her legs and felt its touch against her open cheeks. It touched everywhere, she felt its touch dart over her naked flesh. She felt so aroused. She sighed. She wanted more. She wanted to feel the icy touch of its tongue between her legs. She wanted to feel the breeze tug at her clit and feel its soft caresses over her body. Shannon reached down. She could feel her wetness. She knew she had to get relief. The breezes touch had aroused her. As she pleasured herself she was pleased to feel the breeze swell and rise over her. She felt its touch all over. She imagined the breeze caressing her and watching her as she pleasured her pussy. Naked, exposed and aroused. She wanted the breeze to watch her. She loved to feel its icy gaze upon her. Shannon came hard.
Shannon lay there.
Naked, enjoying the soft touch of the breeze.
Their Trieste will remain a secret.
She already longed for the next time they would meet. She lay there basking in the touch of her icy
lover.
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