Sandcastles

Golden sun covered the turquoise sea, white waves brushing the sand heading out from the line where she knelt, scooping great pits there just below where the fluffy white stuff I was sat upon merged with the firm apron of beige. Oblivious to those around her, she worked at her play, building with her chosen medium. I watched her from the lazy comfort of our sheet, spread upon the heated sand. My face pillowed on crossed arms, just slivers of my sunglasses were visible peeking up to gaze down on her content and much loved face as she scrunched her nose. Concentration evident in her drawn eyebrows, she sat there with her hair rising in the wind behind her, fanning its silk in the afternoon sun, shimmering as her halo. Waves sighed against the sand and whispered their retreat, lulling me to sleep. I watched the progression of the castle, the towers assembled, their pinnacles decorated with bits of broken shell shining their pale pink centers in arches. Her slender fingers selected each piece with deliberation. My eyes watched in hypnotized fascination as she moved about, felt the sun press its blanket over me, while the breeze buffeted just enough to keep it comfortable. My eyes felt weighted down; bobbing closed, opened through will, then falling shut again. Her frame silhouetted, she wandered the wet edge of the withdrawn sea searching for the right pieces. My closed eyes watched her in imagination, as my breathing smoothed, escort avcılar relaxed in to long sighs. Slim legs, leading up to narrow swell of her hips, dark against the golden sky, her bare feet slipped over softly denting turf. Entering the canyon of her excavation, up the moat, to the faded grey driftwood drawbridge, I floated behind her. My legs and head remained pillowed in the sand, but my spirit was freed to flow wherever it chose. Her feet slapped against the smooth wood, bright paint shining on nubs of toes. Floating behind her, I could not help but notice how her skin dimpled just above her bikini bottoms. Her hands full of shells, shiny pinks and whites that swirled in contrast with her tanned skin. Over the moat we crossed, through the arch of the wall, past a dappled courtyard, to the foot of the tallest of the tower, green seaweed stripes curving gently round it, spiraling up in to the sun. A small shell border rounded the top of the door, a blue green swirled rock that swung easily on unseen hinges at the touch of her fingers. A set of stairs ran along the wall following the curve, and she set out, climbing round and up. endless rows of little pieces of driftwood set into the wall with a green seaweed railing. The curve lifted seemingly endless, but she climbed on those lean legs tirelessly. Round and round we went higher and higher, sunlight glinting pink through mother of pearl windows. escort bahcesehir On we climbed, ascending till the wood steps flattened out and became a room. She moved immediately to the edges of a swirling mural, the colors muted browns, pinks, even blacks and greys. small pebbles intersecting with the bits of shell. Floating to the window I looked out at the wisps of clouds, the deep turquoise of the water, and the white sand below. Leaning to look out, I could see the dark speck of our sheet, my body still stretched out on it. Abandoning the view of my reclined body, I let my sight rove over the round little room, little cubbies hugged the wall, a few open drawers displaying contents of an active mind. Paints, pencils in a rainbow of colors, a sheath of paper, books stacked on a corner, a rocking chair piled with cushions. It was obviously a place of the heart, and I instinctively knew that it would never have been opened to me if it wasn’t for the love she bore me and I her. Nimble fingers pressed the stones into the sand of the wall continuing the pattern, carrying it farther, round in swirls the dark grey lines picking out the simple pattern and the nude pinks and browns adding complexity. I looked at her slim waist and felt the draw of my finger down the curve of her spine. All her loveliness seemed summed up more in that one innocent touch then in all the obscene ones we have shared. I stooped beylikdüzü escort to nuzzle against the cream of her skin. Brushing my unseen lips across the small of her back, I felt her tremble. She never startled though, and she didn’t cry out questioning who was touching her; thus confirming my impression that she knew that it was I who knelt behind her, my fingers clasping her at the apex of her hips. Her lips released a sigh, that I hadn’t even realized she had been holding, her body relaxing under my fingertips. My tongue pushed through worshiping lips, to trace across her peachy skin, tasting the salt spray of the ocean. Ghostly hand ran in a long stroke along her flank, enjoying the goose pickles that rose from my touch, lips and tongue still brushing the hallow above crest of her ass. The innocent seeming girl I held let out a shuddering groan and leaned back against me, her legs parting. I ran my hands down her legs, enjoying the satin smooth skin under my fingers and lips. My thumbs stroked back up the center of those dreamy thighs, teasing touches where the skin is softest. She whimpered and wiggled in my hands, obviously pleased with the attention. My lips moved to join my thumbs kissing her parted thighs, trailing a tongue across the moisture that beaded and dripped from her lips to run down her thighs. I caught her taste with my phantom tongue and followed the trail, the fruit flavor bursting in my mouth and exciting my spirit. Her small bikini bottoms saturated at the center, a light teal that showed the darkening spread that leaked down her leg. I slid my thumbs along the flat of her thigh, up to out thrust hips from which strings hung like confetti.