Yaiza Under the Sitges Sun (short novel)

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Yaiza Under the Sitges Sun

Yaiza stepped off the train at Sitges station in the late morning, the Catalan heat already heavy on her skin. At forty-eight years old, she had come to cherish these solitary escapes that allowed her to feel fully herself. Her long, wavy blonde hair fell over her shoulders, and her fine-framed glasses gave her that intellectual yet playfully naughty look she loved to cultivate. Beneath her light white linen dress, her body was free: no underwear, just her skin, her cock already half-hard from the excitement of the trip, and her flat but sensitive chest that she sometimes caressed with her fingertips.

She had rented a small villa perched on the hills with a sea view, but she only dropped her bags there long enough to slip on a sheer pareo and head to the wildest naturist beach, the one stretching beyond the rocks, far from the prying eyes of regular tourists.

The sun was beating down fiercely when she spread her towel on the warm sand. She let the pareo fall without hesitation. Her naked body offered itself to the light: her long, toned legs, her round and firm ass, her circumcised cock hanging heavily between her thighs, already slightly swollen by the caress of the sea breeze. Yaiza lay down on her stomach, legs slightly spread, savoring the heat on her skin.

That was when she saw them.

A couple, a little further away, settled on a large blue towel. The man, Marc, was in his early forties, athletic and tanned, with a well-trimmed short beard and a thick cock resting on his thigh. The woman, Elena, was strikingly beautiful: forty-two years old, with generous curves, heavy breasts with dark nipples, a narrow waist and wide hips. Her pussy was perfectly shaved, her intimate lips slightly parted in her reclined position.

Their eyes met. Yaiza smiled softly. Marc and Elena returned the smile with the frankness typical of naturists. No embarrassment, just kind curiosity. The gazes lingered. Yaiza felt her cock harden against the towel. She did nothing to hide it. Instead, she rolled onto her back, offering her growing erection to the sun and to their eyes.

Elena whispered something in Marc’s ear. They laughed softly. Then Elena stood up and approached, her body swaying with natural grace.

“Hello… I’m Elena. This is Marc. We noticed you. You’re gorgeous.”

Yaiza propped herself up on her elbows, her flat chest tightening slightly.

“Yaiza. Nice to meet you. Have you been together long?”

“Ten years,” Marc replied as he joined them. “And we like to share when the connection is right.”

The conversation flowed naturally. They spoke Spanish with a slight French accent. They were from Lyon, on vacation for two weeks. Yaiza told them about her life in Barcelona, her desire for freedom, her rejection of labels. She openly confessed that she was a femboy, that she loved feeling like a woman while keeping her male body. They were not surprised. On the contrary, their eyes sparkled with interest.

The afternoon passed in a mix of light conversation and loaded silences. Elena spread sunscreen on Yaiza’s back, her hands sliding slowly down to her ass. Marc watched them, his cock visibly hardening. Yaiza moaned softly when Elena’s fingers brushed her anus.

“Do you like being touched there?” Elena murmured.

“I love it,” Yaiza answered in a husky voice.

That first day, they didn’t go further. Just innocent caresses, burning looks, and a light kiss on the lips between Yaiza and Elena before they parted at sunset.

The next day, they met at the same spot. This time, the atmosphere was more electric. Elena lay down beside Yaiza, their naked bodies brushing against each other. Marc soon joined them. Hands explored more freely. Yaiza felt Elena’s fingers wrap around her cock, stroking it slowly while Marc kissed her neck.

“Can we go further?” Elena asked.

“Yes,” Yaiza replied without hesitation. “I’ve wanted it since yesterday.”

They all stood up and walked to a more secluded spot protected by rocks. There, Elena knelt in front of Yaiza and took her cock into her mouth. She sucked with expert greed, her tongue swirling around the head while Marc caressed Yaiza’s chest and pinched her nipples. Yaiza moaned, hands in Elena’s hair.

Marc positioned himself behind her, his hard cock pressed between her ass cheeks, lubricated by sweat and sunscreen.

“Do you want to feel both of us?” he murmured.

“Yes… both at once,” Yaiza breathed.

They didn’t do it that day, but the promise was made. They went back together to Yaiza’s villa. The sea view from the terrace was spectacular. They dined naked, drinking chilled wine, laughing and touching.

That night was their first real encounter.

In the large bed with white sheets, Elena and Yaiza kissed deeply, their tongues dancing with tenderness. Elena kissed every inch of Yaiza’s body: her shoulders, her nipples, her stomach, then her cock, which she took deep into her throat. Yaiza, lying on her back, spread her legs. Marc came up behind Elena, penetrating her slowly while she sucked Yaiza.

Then it was Yaiza’s turn. Elena straddled her face, offering her wet pussy to her tongue. Yaiza licked with passion, tasting her sweet juices while Marc lubed her asshole with gel and slipped in one finger, then two. Yaiza moaned into Elena’s pussy as Marc finally penetrated her, deeply, with a powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck… yes… fuck me,” Yaiza panted.

Elena turned around to kiss Marc while rubbing her clit against Yaiza’s cock. The movements grew faster. Marc pounded Yaiza’s tight ass hard, his balls slapping against her cheeks. Yaiza came first, her cum spurting onto her belly and Elena’s breasts. Marc continued, then pulled out to ejaculate on the faces of both women, who kissed and shared his load.

They remained entwined all night, tender caresses and loving whispers.

The following days were a whirlwind of pleasure and deep connection.

In the mornings, they returned to the beach. Exhibitionism became their favorite game. Yaiza would get sucked by Elena in front of discreet glances from other naturists. One afternoon, Marc took her doggy-style on the hot sand while Elena held her hair and kissed her. Yaiza loved feeling watched, her hard cock swinging between her thighs as she was sodomized.

In the evenings, at the villa, they explored further. One night, they set up a large mirror facing the bed. Yaiza was in the center: Elena riding her cock in front while Marc took her from behind. The double penetration was intense. Yaiza screamed with pleasure as both cocks filled her at the same time, rubbing against each other through the thin wall. Her legs trembled, her body covered in sweat. Elena kissed her passionately, stroking her swollen clit while getting fucked by Yaiza’s member.

“I love you like this… full,” Elena whispered.

“I’m yours… take me,” Yaiza replied between moans.

They changed positions endlessly: Yaiza on all fours, sucking Marc while Elena gently fisted her; Elena and Yaiza in a 69 while Marc took them in turn; sessions of pure tenderness where the two women caressed each other for a long time, licking with love while Marc watched, stroking his thick cock.

The exhibition continued outside the beach. One evening, on the villa’s terrace lit by moonlight, Yaiza was fucked standing against the railing, overlooking the sea. Elena was on her knees in front of her, licking her cock and balls while Marc violently sodomized her. The distant lights of boats could see them, and that idea excited all three wildly.

But beyond the sex, a real romance was blossoming.

They talked for hours. Yaiza shared her doubts, her sometimes lonely life despite her confidence, her desire to be loved for who she truly was. Elena and Marc spoke of their open relationship, their solid love, and how Yaiza brought a new spark. They walked on the beach at sunset, hand in hand all three, naked or lightly dressed, kissing tenderly.

On the fifth day, during a boat trip they rented, they made love offshore. Yaiza, lying on the deck, was taken by both at once under the blue sky. The boat rocked gently to the rhythm of their thrusts. Elena cried with pleasure as she came, holding Yaiza tight. Marc joined them in orgasm, filling Yaiza’s ass with his hot cum.

The last night was the most emotional.

They stayed in bed almost the entire day. Slow caresses, kisses everywhere, whispered declarations. Yaiza was at the center of an infinitely tender and perverse threesome: Elena fucking her with a strap-on while Marc sodomized her, their bodies pressed together, sweat against sweat, hearts beating in unison. Yaiza came multiple times, her body shaking with spasms, screaming their names.

When they finally fell asleep, entwined, Yaiza felt complete. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel alone.

On the final morning, on the beach, they said goodbye without excessive sadness. They knew they would meet again. Elena and Marc were returning to Lyon, but they had already planned to come back to Sitges in the autumn. Yaiza kissed them long and deep, tasting their mouths one last time.

“You gave me more than pleasure,” she murmured. “You reminded me that I could be loved completely.”

Elena stroked her cheek.

“And you opened us even more. We love you, Yaiza.”

They parted under the sun, their bodies marked by memories, their hearts full.

Yaiza stayed two more days in Sitges, alone this time. She returned to the beach, naked, smiling, her body still sensitive from their past embraces. She knew this summer had changed something in her. The sea sparkled, the wind caressed her skin, and in her belly still danced the memory of their two bodies against hers.

She was alive. Fully, freely, sexually and romantically alive.

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