Lady Bay Beach

I pull you in towards me on the beachside dance floor setup on the main beach of Lady Bay by the kiosk and continue dancing, close enough to you to tease but not touch, my hips swaying in time with the music.

Your breath is hot against my neck, your erection against my back, hands hovering but not touching over my hips as you ask me breathily if I want to get out of here to grab a drink.

I was getting hot so nodded, letting you lead me by the hand to the bar where we grab our drinks before walking hand in hand to the trail and down the steps to the smaller, more private beach, continuing our game of Truth or Dare from earlier.

“Truth or dare,” I ask, taking a sip of my coke, looking at you over the plastic rim.

"Dare," you whisper.

I bite my lip, eyelashes fluttering. "I dare you to fuck me."

You glance around the beach, which is seemingly deserted nearby. The sounds of laughter and animated conversation drift over from the bar and dance floor above but no-one can see us from there. Or so you think.

You still don’t like to be touched, much less looked at. Even if you’re prone to delivering every other one of my whims you’re still stubborn on those two.

“It’s a nudist beach,” I explain softly, again trying for the hem of your shirt “Literally everyone if there’s anyone will be naked or near naked. You’re the one that wanted to try something spontaneous.”

You huff before giving me a look, making me smile as you finally allow me to pull the shirt over your head, discarding it on the sand.

I kiss the stubble along your jaw, hands toying with your belt before shucking your pants down your legs.

You kick them off, remaining only in your underwear, your gaze challenging me as if to dare me to ask you to remove those as well.

I eye you mischeviously, knowing better than to push you and instead start slipping the front of my dress open, slowly, enticingly untying the belt from around my waist.

Your eyes follow every movement. As do those of the rest of the nude beach, secreted beside the cove. I just manage to make out the naked bodies behind you over your shoulder but hold a finger to my lips to shush them.

I whisper your name, rubbing myself against your cock, swaying my ass from side to side like I'm back on the dance floor again. That seems to make your mind up and within seconds we’re both devoid of any clothing, you’ve knocked me flat on my back on the sand on top of our clothes and I manage to flip us so I’m on top, my clit teasing you.

"Mhm," you breathe as I work up, down and along your erection, enough to tease you but not enough to enter. "I've been thinking about your dick, how that fat cock would feel inside me all nig..."

My voice quivers as you push inside me with one sharp thrust, hands tangling in my hair, lips clamping to mine and I moan.

One of the nudists makes a noise and you turn, checking. "Oh, fuck...people, there's people."

You felt a thrill, then a rush of panic and embarrassment, the frantic urge to hide before remembering you're balls deep inside me and you actually enjoy this.

"I don't really care... do you?" I asked, hands racing over your shoulders.

You shake your head and bury further into me, moving pleasantly against my G-spot.

“We should let them watch”, you say firmly, increasing your pace, man-handling the curves of my hips; my pulse quickens at the authority in your voice, my pussy tightens in need. You must have some sort of exhibitioninst streak because your pulse quickens at the thought of showing off for our small audience.

You glance towards them before rolling against me, making me squirm from the rough strokes of your cock, my moans now wordless and wanton, floating over the sand towards our spectators.

You pull back your hand, slapping it against the flesh of my ass, the sound echoing through the night as you spank me, hard.

I moan against you, whispering my need for you, asking you for more as you continue pounding into me.

Your breath comes in harsh gasps as you tell me to let our audience hear me. You spank me again, harder, and I cry out, begging for your hands, your dick.

“Spank her again!” someone yells, words slurred by alcohol, earning a giggle from the rest before they echo the words.

You oblige, hand meeting my ass with a sharp smack and I shiver, my thighs shaking, close to orgasm before you move slightly, hitting the right spot.

I cum, pussy clenching around your dick, whimpering, legs shaking as you continue fucking me through my orgasm, making me ride it out on your dick.

Just as I’m about to crumble into a sweaty, flushed heap, you fist a hand in my hair, pulling hard so I lift my head to yours and plant a bruising kiss against my lips as you cum, muscles tensing with release.

You hold us there a beat longer, both of us trying to catch our breath before you stand, pulling me to my feet and we dress quickly, setting back up the stairs to continue the rest of our date.

x-x\

Another hour later we lay, spent after another round of maybe-a-little-too-public-sex, in the back of the Maloo up at the car park of the main beach.

Just like you’d detailed in a message all those months before you had filled the entire tray with blankets and pillows and lay, propped amongst the tray, me in your arms, a pair of binoculars pressed to your eyes.

I nibble on my lip, studying the constellation map in the book on my lap, using the flashlight on my phone as a light, glancing up and down several times, looking for the one you’re describing.

“I’m pretty sure it’s Altair,” I say as you pass the binoculars to me to check a particularly odd shaped constellation. “Yep, it’s above Sagittarius and left of Aquarius, must be it.”

You kiss my neck, mumbling softly against it, asking if, like the other constellations we’d checked off before it, there’s a story behind it.

“Yeah, of The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, a Chinese folk tale,” I murmur, leaning into your touch as I read the section under Altair.

“The tale is a love story between Zhinu the weaver girl goddess and Niulang the cowherd mortal.

Once upon a time, there were seven goddesses, all sisters, who live in heaven. One

night they decided to take a trip to the mortal world, sneaking out to explore it as their

mother, the Empress goddess would not allow them to otherwise.

Tired, hot and thirsty from exploring, they eventually stumbled upon a lake by a young cowherd’s home and, mistaking it for a land inhabited only by animals, strop down and bathe, splashing each other with water.

The commotion woke the cowherd who came to investigate, he stepped out into the open and saw them, instantly falling in love with Zhinu as he laid eyes upon her.

The sisters rushed home, Zhinu refusing to leave, and told their mother. It was illegal for a goddess to be with a mortal, and the Empress ordered Zhinu back to heaven to weave - stories, materials, dreams.

Zhinu refused for a long while but soon her familial sense of duty and guilt from her mother and sisters made her cave and she returned to heaven, teary eyed and sad at leaving her love.

The Empress creates a river between the two lovers, one neither Zhinu nor her sisters can cross to ensure Zhinu does not leave again, and her sisters seeing how upset Zhinu was and, after visiting Niulang and seeing him in the same depressed state, strike a bargain with their mother.

Every year on the 7th day of the 7th month the two are reunited. All the magpies in the world take pity, fly to heaven and form a bridge so the two can be with each other, even if it’s just for one day. They say that is why this is one of the rainiest days in China and also why the Chinese celebrate Valentine’s day then.

The End.

According to the Korean version she falls for him first though.” I note the last part, reading the adaptations through several cultures.

“And the Australian version?”

“No idea, pretty sure plumbers aren’t farmers though, Brandon.” I tease, closing the book and setting it aside, snuggling further into your side. “I’d still gather all the magpies in the world and cross the bridge for you.”

A flash of serious crosses your face for a second, if I’d blinked I would have missed it, but I catch the way your head tilts slightly, eyes studying mine. “That would mean you love me, nerd.”

I laugh and hide my head in your chest. “After today maybe I do,” I whisper into your skin, tickling your sides to distract you.