4 : silent waves, silent kisses

Before I continue the story, have you experienced this? Ako kasi during that time, parang it felt like it was just me, her and the waves and nothing else existed. Our friends didn’t seem to be there. I was not even conscious of the visual waves but just the sound of the waves. You know this thing you see in movies when time stands still and it feels like it’s just you and the girl even though you’re in a crowded room? Ganon ang feeling. I felt completely oblivious to everyone and everything around us. Hindi lang sa movies nangyayari yun, sa real life din. That was how I felt at that moment.

I like the mountains more than the beach but I do enjoy going to the beach especially at night. Actually, I don’t even know how to swim. (he he he) But I like to walk along the beach at night because of the privacy and the sounds of the waves. At a certain point, I can actually discern the different melodies the waves make as they kiss the shore over and over again. Even though I was there by myself, I felt my thoughts kept me company very well.

So ganon yung melody na naririnig ko in my mind that my hand under her sweats was following. And her tummy was soft, my hand was sliding through it very easily. Her innie belly button felt real good. Then the goose bumps I see on the back of her neck told me what I was doing, including the cadence I was following from the hum of the waves was making her feel real good. Grabe! (Didn’t know the stomach can be an erogenous zone!)

E ano pa nga ba ang gagawin ng kamay ko? There was this sudden break in the sound of the waves kissing the shore. The other people in the group turned their heads to look at what it was. I didn’t turn my head. Neither did she.

While the other five were looking the other way, I slowly pushed my hand up to her bra area. Nothing rushed. Confident and sure. But gentle and caressing. Geez, her skin felt good on my hand. It was soft. My hand was on her in a way that I could almost feel the air she was breathing inside her body.

She was wearing this soft, and at that time I was guessing some see through bra material. She didn’t object. I let my hand stay there for a bit of time. I was cupping her. I didn’t push. It was gentle. The material was so thin that I could feel her skin almost. Then as smooth, as nonchalantly and as natural as I could make it, my index finger searched for her nipple.

I heard a sound. It wasn’t the waves. It was her sigh, almost a moan.

n: anak ka nag pating franc0! mamaya ka na mag reply sa mga tanong... tapusin mo kwento!

p: *gasp* bitin na nman

b: aysus franco...para kang hitad na babae kung magkwento. u sound like my friend. mahilig mambitin pag nagkukuwento. madalas pinapatay ko yon eh. like everybody's holding their breath and waiting for the punch line. you're not dreaming ha. naku..talaga lang. nyahahahaha...ganung kabitin eh.

s: awww franco....i think you're God's gift to women...not many men are this sensitive....and yes, sometimes, i feel that as well when im with my bf...grabe parang surreal ano?....

g: where's the rest?