Winds of Temptation

While sitting at my bachelor thesis, my thoughts keep wandering and, suddenly, I find myself thinking about him again, that afternoon. I still remember every detail of those few hours...

Heartbroken and newly single, I decided to spend a week in Tarifa, taking kitesurfing lessons and trying to distract myself. There I met him. He was older than me, a kitesurfing instructor with ocean-blue eyes, skin tanned by the sun and long blonde hair framing his face in wild strands. We barely spoke. The attraction between us was inevitable, unspoken, and we both knew what would happen when we entered his apartment. His place was messy and sandy, which strangely turned me on. Also, his French accent drove me crazy. I still remember the feeling of his penis in my mouth and how his body trembled with pleasure. The way he licked my pussy while I sat on his face, how tenderly he kissed and massaged my breasts, made me moan again and again. I can still feel his salty, windswept hair on my skin, as I held it tightly in my hands while I sat on him and our bodies entwined. It seemed as if our bodies were made for each other. We only had those few hours, and the only thing that separated us during those short breaks was the cigarette after each time on his couch.

When we said goodbye, we hardly knew anything about each other. Would we ever see each other again?