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Lerato: (1) Isipho Sokuzalwa
Lerato: (3) Ngaphansi Kwezinkanyezi ZaseCamps Bay
ليراتو: (3) تحت نجوم كامبس باي (قصة قصيرة)
Lerato: (3) Under the Stars of Camps Bay (short novel)
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Lerato: (3) Under the Stars of Camps Bay
The dinner had lasted longer than expected. The seaside restaurant, only a few minutes from Camps Bay, had offered a magnificent view of the ocean and a red wine robust enough to relax Lerato. She was wearing a very short black skirt, barely longer than the bottom of her buttocks, a tight white top that emphasised the firm roundness of her breasts, and heeled sandals she already slightly regretted. Thabo, in a dark shirt and trousers, had looked at her all evening as if he wanted to devour her.
When the bill was settled they stepped out into the soft Cape Town night. The air smelled of salt and a light breeze. Lerato slid her hand into Thabo’s, larger, warmer, and intertwined their fingers.
“I feel like walking,” she said simply. “Hand in hand. Like lovers. Just… walking a little. With no destination.”
Thabo smiled in the dark, his greying beard barely visible under the streetlights. “Then we walk.”
They followed the coastal road, then went down towards the beach. The city lights gradually faded behind them. Camps Bay stretched out before them, vast, almost deserted at this hour. The sound of the waves covered the rest of the world. Lerato took off her sandals and carried them in one hand, her bare feet sinking into the still-warm sand. Thabo kept his shoes on but slowed his pace to match hers.
They walked for a long time in silence, fingers laced together. From time to time Lerato rested her head against his broad shoulder. Thabo kissed the top of her head, where the short hair was softest. No words were necessary. Desire was already there, creeping, patient, like a rising tide.
Further on the beach grew wilder. Black rocks emerged from the sand, sculpted by wind and water. An isolated spot, sheltered from view, where the light of distant lighthouses barely reached. Lerato stopped, released Thabo’s hand and turned to face him.
“Here,” she murmured.
Thabo needed no further invitation. He gently pushed her backwards until her back met the cold, rough surface of a large rock. The short skirt rode up a little with the movement. He placed one hand on either side of her head, pinning her without yet touching her, and kissed her.
The kiss was deep, slow, hungry. Lerato moaned against his mouth. Thabo’s hands descended, seized her bare thighs and spread them. He knelt for a moment to lift the skirt to her waist, revealing the already damp little panties. He pushed them aside, exposing Lerato’s small cock and the entrance to her anus. Then he stood up again.
He unfastened his trousers, freeing his already hard, heavy cock. Without a word he lifted one of Lerato’s legs, placed it against his hip, and pressed the thick head against the still-sensitive anus of the previous days. Lerato held her breath. Thabo pushed. Slowly, inexorably. The thickness sank in, centimetre after centimetre, until he was fully buried inside her.
Lerato rested her forehead against his shoulder, a low moan rising from her throat. Thabo slid one hand around her neck, not to squeeze hard, just to hold, to remind her of his presence. The other hand slipped between their bodies and found Lerato’s small penis, already half-hard. He stroked it with his thumb while he began to move.
“I want to fill you under the stars,” he whispered against her ear, his voice deep, almost rough. “Here. Now. So that tomorrow you walk around with my cum still inside you.”
Lerato laughed softly, a slightly trembling laugh because of the penetration. “Would you like to get me pregnant, maybe?”
Thabo slowed his movements but did not stop. He looked into her eyes, his hand still on her throat, his thumb stroking the side of her neck.
“If it were possible,” he said with unexpected seriousness, “I would love to. Because given your beauty… the baby, whether a boy or a girl, could only be wonderful. An angel’s beauty.”
Lerato felt something tighten in her chest. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, while moving her hips slightly to feel him deeper.
“I’d like a boy,” she murmured against his lips, a mischievous smile in her voice. “A boy who would inherit your big cock. So the world would know where he came from.”
Thabo burst into a low, warm laugh that vibrated against her chest. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And you adore me for it.”
He fucked her harder. The thrusts became longer, deeper. The rock scraped Lerato’s back a little through the thin fabric of her top, but she didn’t care. She felt every vein, every pulse of the thick cock that was opening her. Thabo’s hand on her small cock had grown more insistent: he pressed it, pulled it gently, stroked the sensitive little testicles in rhythm with his thrusts.
The risk of being seen made everything more intense. A couple could appear in the distance, a night walker, anyone. Lerato felt it in the beating of her own heart, in the way her anus clenched around Thabo at every suspicious sound.
Thabo suddenly turned her around. Her back pressed against the cold rock. Lerato clung to his neck, wrapped her legs around his broad waist. Thabo lifted her a little higher, adjusted the angle, and sank in in a single thrust all the way. Lerato cried out, the sound immediately muffled by Thabo’s mouth devouring her lips.
He held her easily, one hand under her buttocks, the other still between them, playing with her now fully hard little cock. The kisses were messy, wet, hungry. Lerato nipped at his lower lip, moaned into his mouth, tightened her legs more firmly around him.
“Harder,” she begged. “Deeper… please…”
Thabo obeyed. The thrusts became sharper, more powerful. The sound of their flesh meeting mingled with the wash of the waves. Lerato felt the orgasm rising, different, wider. Her small cock pulsed in Thabo’s hand. She ejaculated while trembling, a warm clear jet that ran down Thabo’s cock still buried inside her. He felt it immediately.
“That’s it…” he groaned. “Give me everything.”
Her anus clenched violently around him during the orgasm. The contractions squeezed Thabo’s cock almost painfully. He did not resist long. With a long, low groan he thrust in one last time to the hilt and emptied himself inside her. Hot, abundant jets filled Lerato’s entrails. She felt them, distinct, deep, and a second shiver ran through her.
They stayed pressed together, panting, Thabo’s forehead against hers. Thabo’s cock was still throbbing inside her, releasing the last drops. Around them the beach remained deserted. Only the wind, the waves, and the taste of salt on their lips.
Lerato, out of breath, ran a trembling hand through Thabo’s beard and murmured right against his mouth:
“I adore you.”
Thabo kissed her one last time, slowly, almost tenderly, while he remained buried inside her under the stars of Camps Bay.
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