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Night Swimming

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Philippa had been restless all day. She knew it had been a good thing to do, offering to take her mother and friend to the coast for the weekend, but it had also been a very boring thing to do. She was not of an age to enjoy endless trawling through antique and charity shops.

Nor did she find deciding which teashop to patronise a particularly fascinating task. Still the two elderly ladies were having a great time and it was rewarding to see their enjoyment. However they had both retired to bed at an early hour and that was when Philippa's restlessness became most evident.

She had tried going to bed early herself with a book yet somehow the trashy romance wasn't having the desired soporific effect.

Eventually, after hours of fidgeting and counting sheep, she decided to go for a walk. Her clock told her it was nearly two in the morning but the brilliant moonlight was illuminating her surroundings almost as well sunlight. The door of the B&B was unlocked, which reassured Philippa about the crime rate in this village. In the city Philippa would never have dared to walk alone at this time of night, but here she felt perfectly safe.

At first she kept to the cliff tops but the sound of the waves lured her down to the sand. As much as she had hated to admit it she was missing Justin. They had split up nearly a month ago but after four years together it was difficult to become accustomed to being apart.

It had been inevitable in the end and when he proposed she knew what would happen. She just wasn't ready to settle down yet. Maybe the break up would have been easier if it had ended in screaming and shouting instead of amiability.

But while her mind and her heart resignedly accepted the break up, her body was finding it more difficult. Over the years she had become accustomed to regular sex and she knew that was the main problem now.

Like most other women she had pleasured herself with vibrators and fingers but somehow it wasn't the same.

Determining the cause of her restlessness however, was doing nothing to ease it. Nor was her stroll making her feel any more relaxed or sleepy. The cool waves lapping around her ankles felt so soothing Philippa decided to see if a swim might help.

She stripped off her clothes and piled them well above the high water mark. During the day this bay was very popular due to its narrow mouth, smooth sands and lack of strong currents. Even though the moonlight made the familiar contours strange Philippa was sure she would be safe. She waded in until the water was swirling around her thighs.

With each wave delicious chills shivered up her spine. Taking a deep breath she dived into the next wave. She came up gasping for air from Her hair spread out behind her as she floated on her back, revelling in the buoyancy of the sea. She could feel the water caressing every inch of her skin, every intimate crevice. She had never swum naked in the sea before and it made her feel adventurous and abandoned. She lifted her head and looked down her body. Her toes and breasts broke the surface of the water like small islands of flesh. The night air seemed warm in contrast to the sea but even so her nipples were hard pebbles studded with drops of seawater.

The night was still, the constant murmur of the sea the only sound.

So the splashing sound of someone else swimming nearby drew Philippa's attention immediately. She trod water as she stared at the stranger who had intruded on her privacy.

He seemed just as startled to see her, as she was to see him.

Cautiously he swam closer, smiling tentatively at her. Despite herself, she smiled back and his smile widened to a grin.

Unexpectedly he dived under the surface, swam between her legs and emerged behind her. She turned to see him laughing at her so she splashed him. He laughed harder and splashed her back. Within moments they were frolicking through the waves, chasing each other, swimming up, over and around each other. She could not swim as well as he could but she managed to hold her own.

When at last exhaustion began to creep into her muscles and she was gasping for breath, he led her to a flat-topped rock and helped her onto it.

She lay for a moment while the thudding of her heart slowed. The moon was still bright but shadows came and went as small clouds were being blown across it. It seemed to add to the excitement and mystery of the night.

She felt as if she were dreaming: none of this was real. She sat up and looked across at her swimming companion. He was propped up on an elbow watching her. He wasn't conventionally handsome but his face had a rugged charm. She focused on his mouth. His lips were firm and well shaped and she wondered what they would feel like. She slowly leaned towards him until their lips touched. Gradually she deepened the kiss,feeling his lips move as he responded.

His mouth opened and her tongue slid against his. She was floating in a myriad of sensations. He tasted of the sea, salty and tart, and the feel of his kiss was turning her insides to liquid. She splayed her hand across his chest, feeling his muscles ripple under his skin. She reluctantly ended the kiss and leaned back a little. Her gaze was captured by his eyes, which were like bottomless pools, gleaming silver and black in the moonlight. She hoped that his quickened breathing indicated he was as aroused as she was.

He reached out a hand and touched her shoulder, his eyes on her face to test her reaction. She smiled invitingly and lay back, allowing him full access, curious to see what he would do. His hand glided across her breasts and down over her stomach, leaving a river of sensitised skin. He used both hands to encircle her leg, running his hands down its length.

She knew she had long attractive legs and he seemed very appreciative.

He was using his fingertips to investigate every inch and she was finding it hard to lay there and let him. He was finding areas of her body she had never thought of as erogenous and making them so sensitive that arousal was flooding her body. He explored between her toes and along the tendons of her foot in great detail. His touch was the source of streams of erotic sensations that made her moan and writhe. He worked his way back up the insides of her legs and she spread them wider to make it easier for him. He was using his tongue now as well as he explored every nook and cranny. She was murmuring her pleasure and her body was twisting on the rock as he found just which parts to touch to send the waves of delight through her.

She could take it no longer and prodded at his chest. He acquiesced as she pushed him onto his back and began her own exploration of his body. She didn't take too long as the wet heat between her legs was urging her on. She ran her hands over his hairless chest with the powerful muscles built up from swimming but she didn't linger.

Her interest was further down. She closed her hand around his cock, pleased to see he was hard and throbbing. It was thinner and longer than she had expected but then her experience was fairly limited. She ran her tongue along the shaft and he gave a gasp. Too impatient to wait any longer she straddled him and eased herself down. She was more than ready for him and he easily slid inside her. She began to ride him, oblivious of anything but the feelings surging through her like a tidal wave. She arched her back and threw back her head, shouting aloud as her orgasm rippled through her. Gradually she slowed her movements and looked down at him. He was watching her in fascination and for a moment she felt self-conscious.

He sat up in one fluid movement, wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled them both off the rock into the sea. Philippa surfaced spluttering and found him close to her. So close that his arms were around her waist and his cock was still inside her. Gripping her hips he began to move, supporting her weight. Gradually she relaxed, enjoying the sensations he was creating. She leaned back into the sea, letting it float her. She felt weightless, almost as if she was flying. The only firm points of contact were his hands on her hips and his cock twisting inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he released her hips, his hands instead flowing over her breasts creating currents of pleasure. They moved together in one fluid undulating motion, the swell of the waves assisting them. They climaxed as one, their cries intermingling with the crash of the waves.

She collapsed against him, feeling the passion ebb from her body.

He cradled her in his arms as he paddled towards the shore. The moonlight was waning and Philippa knew her adventure was over. She felt relaxed and satisfied through every part of her body.

When the water was shallow enough she gave him one last lingering kiss, then waded to the shore. She stood and watched him swim away, the seawater drying tight on her skin, knowing this was a unique encounter she would never forget. He turned and waved, then the last she saw of him was his fish tail outlined by the silver moonlight as he dived back down below the waves.

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