My Cheeks Flushed With Shame

I giggled to myself, stretched and let out a long sigh. It was the first time I had sunbathed nude and enjoyed the feeling of the sun warming my pink nipples. I squeezed the tips between my thumbs and first fingers, a tremulous feeling racing down my spine and making me squirm like a cat. My breasts in my cupped hands felt unusually full and it was blissful lying there with my eyes closed behind big sunglasses sliding my palms over the curve of my waist, my hip bones pushing through the skin, gleaming and slippery with sun oil, and down into the silky patch of my pubic hair.

Being naked outside in the sun and salt sea air makes you feel so sexy and it was sad being sexy all on my lonesome.Between my legs I discovered a hint of moistness. A stray finger slipped inadvertently into the open cleft, juices seeped over my sea shell lips and my cheeks flushed with sudden shame. What if someone were looking? I sat up and glanced to the left and right. The people further along the beach were folding their parasol and leaving. I watched their figures grow smaller as they vanished across the dunes. I was suddenly, completely, alone. From Girl Trade [image error]

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