We finish lunch and head toward the steps to reach Lovers Cove. Mary had stopped us and handed us a blanket. She seemed sure that something was going to happen down there.

We walk down the steps that cling to the side of the cliff and finally hit the beach. I throw the blanket over my shoulder and kick off my shoes. Brooke removes her sandals, and we stash them at the bottom of the steps.

“It is nice down here, but it is nothing like a cove,” Brooke says.

“Let’s walk up that way a little,” I reply.

We walk down toward the ocean, and by the time we reach the water’s edge I notice Brooke is already holding my hand. I was not sure when she started holding it, but I am not complaining.

We walk through the shallow sea water toward some rocks that jut out into the ocean. I can see an opening. As we get closer to the gap, I find my shirt is open and has started to blow in the breeze.

I had no idea when my buttons had come undone. We walk toward the gap and can see a sign stuck in the sand. The old piece of driftwood has “Lovers Cove” and a finger burned into its surface.

I look at Brooke, and she smiles, her wraparound skirt is in her hand, and she is only in her bikini.

“Have you noticed anything strange?” I ask.

“You mean the closer we get to ‘Lovers Cove’ the more we seem to be undressed?” Brooke replies.

“Yeah, that is exactly what I mean,” I say.

“I thought it was me just taking my skirt off without realizing it,” Brooke replies, confused.

“It must be the magic of the cove that Mary was talking about, or it’s those oysters,” I reply, grinning and laughing.

We step through the gap in the rocks, the sand changes from moist (where the sea continually rolls against it) to white, powdery sand that flows through our toes as we walk.

I look up the beach, and there are sand dunes which sit at the base of the cliff. It is strange for them to be in that position, but the whole area seems strange.

“There is no one here but us,” Brooke says.

“I know, it is so quiet, just the ocean lapping at the rocks,” I reply, feeling euphoric.

We saunter across the beach and find ourselves almost at the sand dunes. Wisps of grass grow from the peaks of the dunes. The warm breeze washes across our bodies. I remove my shirt and clasp it in my hand.

Brooke looks to face me. “Has the cove made you take your shirt off?” she asks.

“No, that was me, it is kind of warm,” I reply.

We enter the dunes; there is no sign of the ocean or the beach that stretched out a moment ag. We seem to be secluded and out of view from anywhere or anyone. I face Brooke and spread the blanket across the sand.

“Well, we are here, we may as well sit and see what magic happens,” I say.

Brooke chuckles. “It may have already started,” she replies.

I sit on the blanket. Brooke stands in the sand and stretches her arms and lets the breeze blow over her. I look at her slightly muscled arms and run my eyes down her body. Her beautiful shoulders taper down to her hips, and then her perfectly formed ass and her long, slender legs make me feel horny.

Brooke reaches behind her and scratches her back. The catch on her bikini top comes undone.

Brooke turns her head. Her long black hair blows across her face. “I didn’t open that, honest,” she chuckles.

“I am not complaining,” I reply.

Brooke turns to face me, she pulls at her bikini top and drops it onto the blanket. I fix my eyes on her gorgeous, swollen breasts. She kneels on the blanket next to me and smiles.

“I may as well top up my all over tan,” she says.

I lick my lips as I cast my eyes over her ripe buds. Brooke lays on the blanket with her face facing the sun.

“This feels great,” she says. “I feel warm inside.”

I reach over to Brooke and run my fingers over her flat stomach. She lifts her head and looks at me through her sunglasses.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“I thought I saw some sand, I was brushing it away.”

“Okay,” she replies.

I put my hand back onto her stomach and draw lines with my fingers up to her breasts. I circle her perfect peaks and flick my fingers over her nipples.

“That feels nice.”

Brooke smiles and reaches down to her bikini bottoms. She slips her finger inside and raises her ass from the blanket. Her bikini slips from her body, and she lifts her legs as she pulls her bottoms off and lays them on the blanket.

I look down, her naked body lies before me. I feel my manhood twitching, her perfect hourglass body just waiting for me.

“I see you are overdressed,” Brooke murmurs.

“You want me to strip?” I ask.

“You should, it feels fantastic; just the breeze and nature blowing over you. I feel alive,” she says.

I pull at the string on my shorts and slip them free from my body. My finger slides inside the elastic of my boxers and I pull them from my legs. I lay back looking up as the sun warms my body. The gentle breeze washes over me as I feel my cock twitching slightly. I close my eyes briefly.

I feel Brooke’s hand on the hard slab of my stomach. Her finger runs down my body, and she begins to stroke my inner thighs. I turn my head and see she is resting her head on her hand and looking at me.

“You have a really sexy body; do you know that?” she asks.

Her fingers run up my thighs, she runs one of her nails gently across my throbbing shaft.

“This is the best muscle,” Brooke says, smiling cheekily.

I feel my cock growing as Brooke teases and caresses it with her fingers. She gently strokes my shaft between her finger and her thumb. I feel my erection reaching full hardness as Brooke giggles next to me.

Her fingers wrap tightly around the base of my shaft. “Can you feel that strong pulse inside you?” she asks.

Brooke rolls over and puts her feet flat on the ground. She widens her knees. I kneel and look at her body. Her creamy white thighs and the velvety skin of her pussy. I run my hands over her thighs and caress the soft folds of her pussy lips. Brooke reaches up, and tugs on her budded nipples.

“Alex, slide your fingers deep inside me,” Brooke murmurs.

There must be something about this place, because Brooke seems so much different than the previous night. I push my fingers into her pussy. I hear her sigh and her body arches toward my fingers. Brooke grabs my wrist and pulls my hand harder against her body.

“Alex, make me wetter,” she coos.

I push hard with my fingers, her body writhes under me as I drive my fingers harder and faster into the depths of her arousal. I feel her muscles gripping at me and drawing my fingers deeper inside.

“Alex, take me, make me submit to your will,” Brooke whispers.

I look around. I see Brooke’s wraparound skirt. I grab her and wrap her skirt tightly around her slender wrists.

“Oh, kinky,” Brooke says, giggling.

I shake my head as I push her arms over her head. I pin her wrists to the blanket as I kneel between the soft skin of her thighs. I grab my hardened flesh and rub the head against the moist lips of her opening. Brooke spreads her legs wide. The hard head of my cock rubs against her clit. I hear Brooke sigh as she wriggles her hips closer to me.

I inch my way inside the hotness. Brooke raises her legs and wraps them around my waist. I drive my rigid shaft deeper. Her body shakes, and she tries to move her arms. I pin her tightly to the blanket as I thrust faster, the tempo of my thrusting hips increasing as her body moves to the same rhythm as mine.

“Alex, make me submit to your every desire,” she cries.

“Sun, sand, sea and ooh la, la.”