Sorry for the grammar! This is just a draft, I'll edit it, some other time. Haha. Wrote this while I was bored at work last week. So yeah. It's been a while since I wrote a story. Feedback will be greatly appreciated! Hurrhurr. ;)
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It is a fine Saturday afternoon. She arrives at the beach after 5 hours of travelling alone. The bus ride was okay, she had the whole row to herself and there weren’t any loud or annoying people. She took off her slippers and clothes, dumped her bag on the sand, and ran towards the beach.
He is behind the big rocks, under a tree. He stared at this lively woman running excitedly to the beach. He’s surprised a tourist arrived since their beach is a rather unpopular one. He wondered how she learned about this place, he wondered about her...
The cool water made her shiver a bit. She stayed underwater as long as she could.
For a moment, she was just there. He watched her, half of her small body submerged in water, the ends of her long black hair floating in the surface, covering his view of her ass. She was on her side and the most he could see was the arch of her back and a glimpse of her right breast.
Then she disappeared.
She is still underwater, holding her breath. Trying to concentrate on that act. Trying to prolong her escape from whatever’s above.
His eyes frantically searches for her.
Then she gasps, quite loudly, as she took in oxygen. Her breathing is ragged and rough. The cold February wind blows. She embraces herself.
He almost ran towards her, he wanted to give her a towel at least, but he had none. Then he heard some rustling of leaves. A small bird with a long tail is perched on a tree above him. The bird is looking at the woman.
It is too cold for her and she is naked. She slowly walked to where she left her stuff and put her clothes and slippers back on. She looked around, felt something looking at her. She dismissed it and went her way.
He wondered where she’s gonna go. Does she know anyone in here? Is she staying on the closest hostel, which is half an hour away from this beach? His eyes followed her as she walks further and further... Until she gets smaller and smaller.
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It is almost sunset. She knew he was watching her but as she left, she felt another presence. She refused to tune into the presence because it is almost time and she needs to do the reason why she’s here.
She walked towards the end of the beach. Time is her ally and enemy. This is a tricky ritual, she needs to do this right. She needs to be precise because there is no space for error in here. One small mistake and she will lose everything that she had worked hard for--everything that is needed for this day.
She sat on a big rock oddly placed on the edge of the shore. She waited. She watched as the fiery sun slowly settles beneath the horizon. And in that crucial moment wherein the last bit of the sun finally disappears, that’s where she’ll begin. She waited and waited. A little bit more. [...] There, now. She took all her clothes off again and let her feet touch the water.
The cool water made her shiver a bit. She tied her hair into a bun and took a dip. She stayed underwater as long as she could.
Then she floated. Arms and legs spread out, she floated on the surface of the water. Her hair floating around her head like a crown. All of her is exposed. Then she floated. A little more higher, until her back is no longer touching the water and her hair is just there, floating along with the rest of her.
It seems like she is lying on an invisible, thin, bed. Above the water. Then she whispered--
enter me.
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Uh. Something small but heavy fell on his head. He wakes up. Realizes he’s still behind the huge rocks and it was the bird that he saw earlier that fell on him. Its eyes are still open, staring at him, but it is dead. He feels a bit creeped out but saw something creepier in this peripheral vision. He looks up and sees a figure floating in the water, towards his direction. He then realizes this is the woman he was watching earlier. She is totally naked, with her eyes shut tight, her arms and legs spread apart.
He felt the urge to stand up. He gently placed the dead bird on the ground and rushed into the shore. Closer, a voice was telling him, move closer.
He moved inches by inches. His heart pounding from...fear or desire? He moved in, closer. Small waves bring the woman closer to the shore as well. Small waves but continuous waves, as if her invisible bed is too fragile. She is closer now. He is closer now.
Then he heard her whisper- enter me. He moves closer and in that very moment his feet comes in contact with the water, her eyes opened and looked straight into him. He feels something pulling him closer and closer, his knees getting weaker and weaker, and he feels a deep helplessness inside him.
A loud, screeching scream from her and the next thing he knew he is already inside her.
He is inside her and he needs to wait for quite some time until he’ll see the beach again.
The wait is not that long, actually. Nine months more and he’ll be outside, again. For now, all that he will do is float in water. Inside her.
She stands up, gathers her stuff, takes out her cellphone, dialed a number, waited for a few seconds, and whispered..."Honey, finally."
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