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After their incredible first encounter last evening, they didn’t even talk. Landra just kissed her on the cheek, stood up, gathered her clothes and disappeared amid the darkness. Kea remained lying on the sand for a few minutes, trying to assimilate the unbelievable moment she had just lived. Her first lesbian experience, and with a complete stranger in a remote beach far from anywhere! When she finally came back to reality, she walked to the rock, took her clothes, got dressed and slowly walked back to the inn with hundreds of images crossing her mind at full speed. When she got to the inn, she opened the door with the key and everything was in complete silence. She entered her room, turned on the light and went towards the huge mirror on the closet door. While she got undressed, she could see the humid white sand still covering her skin. She went closer to the mirror and approached her face to the reflection. Her freckles were mixed up with the sand, her lips were covered with dry salt and her hazel eyes were shining like a lighthouse in the dark. She closed her eyes and began to evoke the emotions she had felt just an hour ago on the beach: Landra’s lips licking her hand, her naked body rubbed by Landra’s skin, her pussy overwhelmed with Landra’s caresses... She opened her eyes and looked again at her own reflection in the mirror. All of a sudden, she was watching herself in a different way and, for some mysterious reason, her nakedness now seemed different, more sensual, more appealing. It was as if she was seeing another woman, another self and that image was really turning her on. She held her breasts and lightly squeezed her nipples feeling a quiver all over her body. The intensity of her sudden arousal was so strong that she let fell on the bed and started to touch herself, glancing towards the mirror admiring her own body. When her left hand reached her pussy, she found a slip of juice that moistened her fingers, and immediately introduced them into her vagina. She tried to reproduce the rhythm and motion of Landra’s fingers inside her on the beach and felt an invasion of heat all over. She glanced to the mirror again, following her own movements, her own shakes, her own lips half opened with bliss... and she loved herself so much! She remembered how Landra’s fingertips touched her butt hole, something she had never felt before. Without losing sight of her image in the mirror, she led her right hand around her back, lifted her hips a bit, and introduced her middle finger in her ass. That sight of herself shaking with pleasure triggered all her senses and she came with an explosion of lust. Exhausted, she let her hands loose and fell asleep in a sigh.
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When Kea went down for breakfast the next morning, she felt brighter than ever. She entered the small dining room and nobody was there, only the innkeeper setting some tables. She said good-morning and asked for coffee and country bread toasts with olive oil and tomato, a tasty delicacy she discovered here at Land’s End. She sat down and discretely looked all around trying to find Landra, but she didn’t see her. She even peeked into the kitchen and out to the reception desk, but she wasn’t there either. She deliberately slowed up her breakfast hoping to give Landra more time to show up, but it was in vain. Just when she decided that 90 minutes was enough for breakfast and was ready to leave with resignation, she heard the innkeeper talking to his wife: “By the way, I sent Landra to town to get the radio repaired ...” Kea felt relieved and went up to her room. When she opened the door, there was a hand written note on her bed: “Remember, today it’s my turn. I’ll meet you on the beach. At sunset. Landra”. Kea dropped herself on the bed holding the note with a smile.
The day drifted by. Kea had given herself a rule for these holidays: no plans. So she just let the hours pass with no schedule. She tried some reading but she wasn’t able to concentrate, so she went out for a walk to the pier and watched some women sewing fishing nets. While she watched, she enjoyed the soft breeze on her face trying to relax, but she was aware of how anxious she was getting about the evening encounter. She finally decided to go back to the inn. When she entered, the innkeeper was at the reception counter. “I’m afraid there’s not much action here”, he said with his strong accent. Kea smiled “Well, actually, that’s what I came looking for. But I would appreciate some recommendation about things that could be worth seeing.” The innkeeper, who was kind but very discrete, appreciated feeling himself useful, so he told Kea about several interesting places: the ruins of an ancient Roman defensive tower not far from there, the remains of an 18th century whaling factory, the impressive lighthouse on the cliffs (the first one in the country to use electricity) and a 13th century chapel where the fishermen make their offerings when they survive a shipwreck. Kea thanked the innkeeper for the information and decided to go to get a couple of sandwiches and a big bottle of water and have lunch at the ruins, because it was the nearest option.
When Kea came back to the inn, it was already six o’clock. She loved the ruins and its location. From there, one could see several miles of the coastline, as well as the estuary that the mouth of the river formed when it flowed into the ocean. As she was pretty tired, she tried to have some rest but now that she wasn’t busy admiring landscapes, she began to notice her anxiety again. Finally, she thought it would be better to go down and have something light for dinner. There was a group of fishermen chatting around a jar of wine, but nobody dining. She sat down and the innkeeper’s wife offered her a portion of grilled baby squids she had just prepared... “Straight from the sea”, she said. Kea accepted and found them exquisite indeed. No sight of Landra. When she finished, she went to her room and noticed how her anxiety was coming back again, more intensely now that the time for the promised encounter was approaching. After a long shower, she started to think about what to wear. She displayed several garments on the bed making different combinations but she was so undecided... She looked out the window and saw the sun already slanting. “Oh my God, I better hurry!”. So she picked up a pair of very short jeans, brown sandals, a white t shirt -no bra- and white panties, quickly put them on and set off. The half an hour walk seemed like an eternity to Kea. When she finally reached the beach, it was already dusky. She walked up to the rock, but there was no trace of Landra. “And what if she doesn’t appear? ...maybe she had to stay at town... maybe she couldn’t make it... What if she backed out?” Kea was getting more and more restless, walking back and forth as the sun was almost completely down. “She’s not coming...”
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All of a sudden, Kea heard a voice on her back “Why are you so nervous? I said at sunset...” Kea turned around and there was Landra, wearing a vaporous red dress and a huge smile. “Oh, Landra, you look beautiful! I though you weren’t coming.” Landra looked at her straight into the eyes “I always keep my promises... come.” Landra took Kea’s hand and guided her towards the wooden shed where she had seen some fishermen keeping nets and baskets the first day she came to the beach. During those 50 meters, they didn’t speak; they just smiled to each other while they walked. When they got there, Landra opened the door, struck a match and lit an oil lamp that hung from the ceiling. Kea was astounded, the fishing nets and baskets were neatly placed on one side of the shed, on the other side there was a white quilt spread on the floor and, in the middle, a small table with a bottle of red wine, two glasses and a tray full of fruit. “Oh, Landra, this is incredible!” Landra noticed how fascinated and excited Kea was... “Well, if you are impressed by this, wait to see the surprise I have for you...” Landra locked the door, untied her two shoulder slip knots and let her dress fall to the ground displaying her naked body. Then she lied down on the quilt. Kea discovered that Landra’s cute pelvic bush had disappeared and that her clean labia and clit appeared like a freshly bloomed rose. “How lovely, you removed your bush for me!” Kea approached Landra with the intention of kissing that precious flower, but Landra gently turned over showing Kea her beautiful back. “Oh my God!”, thought Kea, “this ass is a masterpiece of human nature!” Kea knelt down, putting a leg on each side of Landra’s body. Then she leant towards Landra’s body and started to smell the hair at the bottom of her neck. It was a cinnamon scent. Then she gently put her hands on Landra’s shoulders and started kissing every inch of that gorgeous back, going down slowly, stopping at her butt, and then up again. Kea’s kisses changed into long tongue licks all over that soft, velvet skin that also tasted like cinnamon. Landra hummed softly while Kea licked her body as if it was ice cream about to melt. But Kea stopped and went up again every time she reached Landra’s incredible butt. She was teasing on purpose, noticing how Landra’s excitement got more and more intense as she approached her bum, getting slightly upset when she stopped and went up again. Kea kept playing like that until, on one of those stops, Landra took her hands down and spread her butt cheeks wide open. “Oh Lord!”, thought Kea, staring at that perfect, tight, round little hole and was paralyzed for a second. Then she heard Landra’s voice begging with a c***dish plea in her strong, charming accent: “Please... don’t tease me more. Kiss it... please...” Kea was melting hot, she had never done such a thing but her intense desire drove her there. First she softly sniffed it; it was an arousing, spicier scent of cinnamon. Then she gave it tiny bits of kisses. Landra started to hem, slowly moving her ass in small circles. Kea completely lost control, shoved her nose into Landra’s crack, and stuck her hard tongue deep into Landra’s asshole... “Dear God! Spicy cinnamon pepper!” Kea’s tongue went eagerly in and out the precious hole while Landra’s circular butt movements and hums got more and more intense. Landra suddenly approached one of her fingers to the hole, helping Kea’s tongue, while she kept her cheek wide open with the other hand. Then Kea also put one of her fingers next to Landra’s and there was a symphony of fingers, tongue, circular butt movements and hums all focused on that magical little tight hole.
Suddenly, Landra bent her knees a bit and raised her ass, revealing a crystal clear thread of juice going down her pussy dripping off her clit. Kea was overwhelmed by the sight of that perfect flower oozing dew and approached the tip of her tongue to catch and swallow the precious, yummy nectar. Then she slid her tongue hard up the labia to the ass gathering more dew and stuck it into Landra’s tight hole. Suddenly, Landra turned around, grabbed Kea’s face and went to her mouth trying to get back some of the stolen liquor. Then she took one hand down to her pussy, sticking in two fingers making sure that they got really wet and led them to Kea’s mouth. Kea sucked them clean, helped by Landra’s eager tongue. Kea’s arousal was reaching limits with this mutual banquet of Landra’s juices, so she instinctively reached her own pussy with her hand but realized that she was still completely dressed with her panties and shorts all wet. She attempted to unbutton her pants, eager to get in there, but Landra stopped her looking straight into Kea’s eyes with a smile. “Remember, today it’s my turn...” Kea obeyed. Then Landra sat on Kea’s thigh and started to hump it. She hummed while she made deep circles with her pussy all around Kea’s knee, sliding with ease. Then she strongly embraced Kea, face to face, eyes to eyes, sealing her mouth with her lips, while she kept humming and humping faster and harder. Then she stopped moving and breathing, nailing her eyes on Kea’s. Four more hard convulsive humps, one deep intense gasp through Kea’s mouth and she came to a full stop with a deep moan. Then ...silence.
Landra let loose and lied down exhausted. Kea joined her with her heart beating out of her chest. Landra sat up a bit and leaned over Kea. She started to lick Kea’s thigh and knee, cleaning all the juices and then stuck her tongue into Kea’s mouth, who sucked it sensually. One last, deep kiss, and they lied down again remaining silent for a minute. Then Kea said: “May this night at Land’s End never end...” Landra answered: “It won’t. Now my body is yours and your body is mine...”
After relaxing for a while, Landra poured some wine in the glasses. They toasted and feasted merrily with peaches, cherries and apples. Then Landra locked the door, turned off the lamp and went back to the quilt cuddling Kea into her lap. Kea remained thoughtful for a second and said: “We should leave before the fishermen might come...” Landra set Kea’s head on her breast and answered: “Don’t worry, tomorrow is Sunday and on Sundays fishermen don’t work. Let’s get some sleep...”
Kea opened her eyes slowly and saw a dim daylight coming through the cracks of the shed. Everything was silent. Landra wasn’t there. Neither was the fruit, the tray, the wine nor the glasses. Kea stood up, folded the quilt and put it under her arm. Then she noticed there was a hand written note attached to the door with a thumbtack: “Remember, now my body is yours and your body is mine. Landra”
Kea took the note with a smile, opened the door and walked back to the inn.
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When Kea went down for breakfast the next morning, she felt brighter than ever. She entered the small dining room and nobody was there, only the innkeeper setting some tables. She said good-morning and asked for coffee and country bread toasts with olive oil and tomato, a tasty delicacy she discovered here at Land’s End. She sat down and discretely looked all around trying to find Landra, but she didn’t see her. She even peeked into the kitchen and out to the reception desk, but she wasn’t there either. She deliberately slowed up her breakfast hoping to give Landra more time to show up, but it was in vain. Just when she decided that 90 minutes was enough for breakfast and was ready to leave with resignation, she heard the innkeeper talking to his wife: “By the way, I sent Landra to town to get the radio repaired ...” Kea felt relieved and went up to her room. When she opened the door, there was a hand written note on her bed: “Remember, today it’s my turn. I’ll meet you on the beach. At sunset. Landra”. Kea dropped herself on the bed holding the note with a smile.
The day drifted by. Kea had given herself a rule for these holidays: no plans. So she just let the hours pass with no schedule. She tried some reading but she wasn’t able to concentrate, so she went out for a walk to the pier and watched some women sewing fishing nets. While she watched, she enjoyed the soft breeze on her face trying to relax, but she was aware of how anxious she was getting about the evening encounter. She finally decided to go back to the inn. When she entered, the innkeeper was at the reception counter. “I’m afraid there’s not much action here”, he said with his strong accent. Kea smiled “Well, actually, that’s what I came looking for. But I would appreciate some recommendation about things that could be worth seeing.” The innkeeper, who was kind but very discrete, appreciated feeling himself useful, so he told Kea about several interesting places: the ruins of an ancient Roman defensive tower not far from there, the remains of an 18th century whaling factory, the impressive lighthouse on the cliffs (the first one in the country to use electricity) and a 13th century chapel where the fishermen make their offerings when they survive a shipwreck. Kea thanked the innkeeper for the information and decided to go to get a couple of sandwiches and a big bottle of water and have lunch at the ruins, because it was the nearest option.
When Kea came back to the inn, it was already six o’clock. She loved the ruins and its location. From there, one could see several miles of the coastline, as well as the estuary that the mouth of the river formed when it flowed into the ocean. As she was pretty tired, she tried to have some rest but now that she wasn’t busy admiring landscapes, she began to notice her anxiety again. Finally, she thought it would be better to go down and have something light for dinner. There was a group of fishermen chatting around a jar of wine, but nobody dining. She sat down and the innkeeper’s wife offered her a portion of grilled baby squids she had just prepared... “Straight from the sea”, she said. Kea accepted and found them exquisite indeed. No sight of Landra. When she finished, she went to her room and noticed how her anxiety was coming back again, more intensely now that the time for the promised encounter was approaching. After a long shower, she started to think about what to wear. She displayed several garments on the bed making different combinations but she was so undecided... She looked out the window and saw the sun already slanting. “Oh my God, I better hurry!”. So she picked up a pair of very short jeans, brown sandals, a white t shirt -no bra- and white panties, quickly put them on and set off. The half an hour walk seemed like an eternity to Kea. When she finally reached the beach, it was already dusky. She walked up to the rock, but there was no trace of Landra. “And what if she doesn’t appear? ...maybe she had to stay at town... maybe she couldn’t make it... What if she backed out?” Kea was getting more and more restless, walking back and forth as the sun was almost completely down. “She’s not coming...”
===
All of a sudden, Kea heard a voice on her back “Why are you so nervous? I said at sunset...” Kea turned around and there was Landra, wearing a vaporous red dress and a huge smile. “Oh, Landra, you look beautiful! I though you weren’t coming.” Landra looked at her straight into the eyes “I always keep my promises... come.” Landra took Kea’s hand and guided her towards the wooden shed where she had seen some fishermen keeping nets and baskets the first day she came to the beach. During those 50 meters, they didn’t speak; they just smiled to each other while they walked. When they got there, Landra opened the door, struck a match and lit an oil lamp that hung from the ceiling. Kea was astounded, the fishing nets and baskets were neatly placed on one side of the shed, on the other side there was a white quilt spread on the floor and, in the middle, a small table with a bottle of red wine, two glasses and a tray full of fruit. “Oh, Landra, this is incredible!” Landra noticed how fascinated and excited Kea was... “Well, if you are impressed by this, wait to see the surprise I have for you...” Landra locked the door, untied her two shoulder slip knots and let her dress fall to the ground displaying her naked body. Then she lied down on the quilt. Kea discovered that Landra’s cute pelvic bush had disappeared and that her clean labia and clit appeared like a freshly bloomed rose. “How lovely, you removed your bush for me!” Kea approached Landra with the intention of kissing that precious flower, but Landra gently turned over showing Kea her beautiful back. “Oh my God!”, thought Kea, “this ass is a masterpiece of human nature!” Kea knelt down, putting a leg on each side of Landra’s body. Then she leant towards Landra’s body and started to smell the hair at the bottom of her neck. It was a cinnamon scent. Then she gently put her hands on Landra’s shoulders and started kissing every inch of that gorgeous back, going down slowly, stopping at her butt, and then up again. Kea’s kisses changed into long tongue licks all over that soft, velvet skin that also tasted like cinnamon. Landra hummed softly while Kea licked her body as if it was ice cream about to melt. But Kea stopped and went up again every time she reached Landra’s incredible butt. She was teasing on purpose, noticing how Landra’s excitement got more and more intense as she approached her bum, getting slightly upset when she stopped and went up again. Kea kept playing like that until, on one of those stops, Landra took her hands down and spread her butt cheeks wide open. “Oh Lord!”, thought Kea, staring at that perfect, tight, round little hole and was paralyzed for a second. Then she heard Landra’s voice begging with a c***dish plea in her strong, charming accent: “Please... don’t tease me more. Kiss it... please...” Kea was melting hot, she had never done such a thing but her intense desire drove her there. First she softly sniffed it; it was an arousing, spicier scent of cinnamon. Then she gave it tiny bits of kisses. Landra started to hem, slowly moving her ass in small circles. Kea completely lost control, shoved her nose into Landra’s crack, and stuck her hard tongue deep into Landra’s asshole... “Dear God! Spicy cinnamon pepper!” Kea’s tongue went eagerly in and out the precious hole while Landra’s circular butt movements and hums got more and more intense. Landra suddenly approached one of her fingers to the hole, helping Kea’s tongue, while she kept her cheek wide open with the other hand. Then Kea also put one of her fingers next to Landra’s and there was a symphony of fingers, tongue, circular butt movements and hums all focused on that magical little tight hole.
Suddenly, Landra bent her knees a bit and raised her ass, revealing a crystal clear thread of juice going down her pussy dripping off her clit. Kea was overwhelmed by the sight of that perfect flower oozing dew and approached the tip of her tongue to catch and swallow the precious, yummy nectar. Then she slid her tongue hard up the labia to the ass gathering more dew and stuck it into Landra’s tight hole. Suddenly, Landra turned around, grabbed Kea’s face and went to her mouth trying to get back some of the stolen liquor. Then she took one hand down to her pussy, sticking in two fingers making sure that they got really wet and led them to Kea’s mouth. Kea sucked them clean, helped by Landra’s eager tongue. Kea’s arousal was reaching limits with this mutual banquet of Landra’s juices, so she instinctively reached her own pussy with her hand but realized that she was still completely dressed with her panties and shorts all wet. She attempted to unbutton her pants, eager to get in there, but Landra stopped her looking straight into Kea’s eyes with a smile. “Remember, today it’s my turn...” Kea obeyed. Then Landra sat on Kea’s thigh and started to hump it. She hummed while she made deep circles with her pussy all around Kea’s knee, sliding with ease. Then she strongly embraced Kea, face to face, eyes to eyes, sealing her mouth with her lips, while she kept humming and humping faster and harder. Then she stopped moving and breathing, nailing her eyes on Kea’s. Four more hard convulsive humps, one deep intense gasp through Kea’s mouth and she came to a full stop with a deep moan. Then ...silence.
Landra let loose and lied down exhausted. Kea joined her with her heart beating out of her chest. Landra sat up a bit and leaned over Kea. She started to lick Kea’s thigh and knee, cleaning all the juices and then stuck her tongue into Kea’s mouth, who sucked it sensually. One last, deep kiss, and they lied down again remaining silent for a minute. Then Kea said: “May this night at Land’s End never end...” Landra answered: “It won’t. Now my body is yours and your body is mine...”
After relaxing for a while, Landra poured some wine in the glasses. They toasted and feasted merrily with peaches, cherries and apples. Then Landra locked the door, turned off the lamp and went back to the quilt cuddling Kea into her lap. Kea remained thoughtful for a second and said: “We should leave before the fishermen might come...” Landra set Kea’s head on her breast and answered: “Don’t worry, tomorrow is Sunday and on Sundays fishermen don’t work. Let’s get some sleep...”
Kea opened her eyes slowly and saw a dim daylight coming through the cracks of the shed. Everything was silent. Landra wasn’t there. Neither was the fruit, the tray, the wine nor the glasses. Kea stood up, folded the quilt and put it under her arm. Then she noticed there was a hand written note attached to the door with a thumbtack: “Remember, now my body is yours and your body is mine. Landra”
Kea took the note with a smile, opened the door and walked back to the inn.
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