I slathered the sun cream on
in white spurts like the
spoils of pleasure
around her shoulders and
beneath her straps
and then around the hem of
her shorts
I crept my creamy fingers
under
the sun was very hot
the curve of her buttocks
where it joined the leg
my heart beat
in the very hot sun
the sea was almost still
there was wind and traffic
the sounds of kites weaving
the elastic edge of her
cotton knickers
I crept my creamy fingers
under
and into the shadows
her cunt was wet
I crept my creamy fingers
and she raised herself to
let me.
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