Under the Boardwalk

[BlackAkuma]

It was getting harder and harder to conceal all of this. Hell, Sheila was reasonably sure some of the nearby patrons were starting to grasp what was happening near them, that they were unwilling participants in a sly sex show. She’d been side-eying an older couple just a table away, where the gentleman was throwing the occasional glance under their table and whispering to his wife. He was doing his best not to be too obvious about it, but he was enjoying the free show.

However, Sheila was finding it hard to care, and that struggle was growing more difficult with each passing second, as Nerissa’s toes worked wonders. Whereas many lovers would’ve been content to just rub her out in the shadows, the Native American had a defter touch, tweaking her like a delicate instrument.

”I’m not subtle. Guessing you picked that up about me.” Shiela arched her back and closed her eyes as Nerissa’s circling toe wound her up, forcing pleasure into her body at an obscene rate. She had to bite her lip hard to keep a moan from escaping, but she managed by some minor miracle. ”And that’s fair. Don’t expect total trust just because we’ve fucked a bit. On a good path, though.”

Sheila was still in the throes of passion when the waiter came up with a new bottle, and one Nerissa happily accepted as he continued to work her magic. What she suggested next was a surprise, though, but not an unpleasant one.

”A little moonlit stroll?” Was the moon even out? She hoped so. ”Romantic, I like it.” She gave Nerissa’s foot a final, teasing hump, then finally mustered enough self control to pull back, cutting off her own pleasure stream. She suspected things wouldn’t stay cold for long, though. ”Lead the way.”

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When Sheila bit her lower lip, barely suppressing a moan of pleasure, Nerissa licked her own lips. Despite the fact that in the beginning she held on a little more steadfastly than the blonde, now she also began to struggle with the desire to throw Sheila on the table and fuck her in front of everyone here. The game has gone too far, arousing lust in the Native American woman.

Fortunately for both of them, Sheila turned out to be much more reasonable.

After allowing Nerissa to give her some more pleasure, she forced the Native American woman to take her foot down. Still looking at the blonde playfully, Nerissa gently ran her toes along her rival's thigh, and then returned her foot to the sandal. Of course, she was a little sorry that their hot game had come to an end, but it definitely wasn't the end of the evening because Sheila accepted her offer.

“Then... a toast to you, my romantic companion!” Raising her glass of wine, Nerissa said.

Wasting no time, Nerissa drained her glass completely, then ran her tongue over her lips again. At the same moment, the waiter returned to them, placing the check in front of the Native American woman. After a quick glance at it, she picked up her small handbag and paid for the wonderful dinner. One of the things she really liked about Japan was that there was no need to tip the waiters here.

“I hope the dishes were to your taste!” The waiter said, accepting the payment.

“They were great, but...” Nerissa said, looking at him, then looked at Sheila. “The main dish is still ahead.”

“Oh...” the guy blushed, clearly using fantasy to interpret Nerissa's words. “Then I wish you a pleasant evening.”

He hurried away, and Nerissa got to her feet. At that moment, literally all the heads in the restaurant turned to them, which made the Native American woman grin. Taking their bottle of wine and offering Sheila her hand, she headed for the exit of the restaurant, but not to the one that led to the road, but to the one that led directly to the ocean.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila finally deflated as Nerissa brought her foot away, removing her favorite toe and leaving her to melt in the seat. A small part of her - a wild, lusty part with no discipline - wanted to finish what the Native American had started right here and now, but she was able to keep that part of her under control for the time being. Chances were, she wouldn’t have to wait too much longer for satisfaction. She could get through it.

”A toast to wild fuckery.” Sheila settled back in her seat and raised the glass, probably the first time she’d done a toast with something that wasn’t beer. She downed what was left in the glass - not much - and winced as it went down, already feeling the effect in her head. A little woozy, nothing too serious. Just the right amount of inebriation to make things fun.

She was coming off the high when the waiter came over and presented them with a check. Sheila reached down to fumble with her own bag, trying to find her wallet, but she wasn’t used to carrying a purse and it took a moment. By the time she had managed it, Nerissa had already paid. ”We could’ve gone dutch…” She grumbled a bit and put away her card, not wanting to argue over it and ruin the mood. The idea of someone paying for her food stuck in her craw, even on a date. ”I’m paying next time.”

It might be a little presumptuous to assume there would be a next time, but given how well they were hitting it off so far, it felt like a safe bet.

With that settled, Sheila chuckled along as Nerissa had her fun with the waiter, watching him scurry off, no doubt with some wonderful mental images. ”You are so fucking corny.” She had her little tease and eagerly took Nerissa’s hand, letting her lead the way as they madet their way outside.

Calm night. Cool night. A soft breeze bringing the salty air in. The moon was out, just like she’d hoped, with only a few clouds to cast shadows. Couldn't have asked for better. ”You take your dates on moonlit strolls often? Don’t tell me I’m the first time, won’t believe it.”

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“Many people hide their desires because they are afraid that they will be misunderstood and other shit,” Nerissa commented on Sheila's words. “And it's funny to see their faces at such moments.”

They finally went outside. Oh, it really was a beautiful night. The Native American woman took a deep breath with pleasure, feeling the salty smell of the ocean even from here. The moonlight was a wonderful addition to the romantic atmosphere that had been established between the two women.

“Huh?" She chuckled softly at the blonde's question. “Not the first time in my life, but the first time in Japan.” She said. “So, yeah, you're the first person here that I've met for the second time after sex.”

Releasing the Australian woman's hand, Nerissa gently placed her hand on the back of Sheila's head. Reaching forward, she brought Sheila's head closer to her and joined their lips in a kiss. Short, but certainly passionate. After enjoying these few seconds, she playfully ran her tongue over the blonde's lips.

“Let's go closer to the ocean, I want to listen to the waves!” She said, taking Sheila's hand again.

[BlackAkuma]

For the first time in a long time, Sheila felt like she was home.

Japan could be a beautiful city. All the lights, the buildings, the vibrant streets, the hustle and bustle and the endless energy. But it wasn’t home. It wasn’t the endless skies of the countryside she’d grown up in. It wasn’t the beaches, it wasn’t the bush, it wasn’t the stars. While she’d settled into her new life as best as she could, a part of her would always miss that quiet life. An outback so still you could hear your heartbeat over the wind.

This was the closest she’d gotten to that in a good, long while, as she looked over the waves and felt the cool air against her skin, the sea breeze pulling at her long mane. She was letting the moment take her away as Nerissa spoke, almost not hearing what her date said, absorbed by the scenario.

She came to her senses when Nerissa pulled her in for a kiss, one that she eagerly accepted. It went by quick, but that was likely the point, keeping Sheila hungry for so much more.

”I’m coming, I’m coming, chill!” She had a stifling laugh as she took Nerissa’s hand and allowed herself to be dragged along. As they went, she hurried skipped about and reached back to pull her high heels off, knowing they wouldn’t be worth a damn in the sand. She hated wearing them, anyway. ”Better slow down, gonna mess up that dress of yours in the dirt. Looks expensive as hell, would hate that.”

Though, the idea of Nerissa muddy and dirty definitely did appeal.

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Holding Sheila's hand and dragging her along, Nerissa felt like a child for a moment. As a child, she loved spending time near the ocean, the geographical location of San Jose clearly contributed to this. Unfortunately, when you become an adult, there is much less free time in your life. But today the circumstances were so favorable that there seemed to be sparks in Nerissa's eyes.

When the women reached the sand, Nerissa repeated Sheila's actions, namely, she took off her sandals, because despite the low heels, it was incredibly difficult to move with them on the sand. The Native American woman's bare feet sank into the grains of sand and she had to bite her lower lip because she damn much liked this feeling. She laughed out loud after Sheila's words about her dress.

“Just a rag!” She reassured the blonde.

No, Nerissa was not wasteful, but she really treated any purchases with incredible ease. Things are just things, nothing more. Once on the shoreline, Nerissa, without stopping, threw her small handbag and sandals on a chaise longue. And then they finally reached the water.

“Waaaahhhh...” she drawled, taking a step forward so that her bare feet sank slightly into the water. “Amazing...” She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of small waves lapping the shore. “Dresses, delicious food, moon, sand, ocean, you... I couldn't even think that this evening would be so pleasant.”

[BlackAkuma]

It was so uncanny, seeing Nerissa like this. While she had, admittedly, mostly come to know the women through sexual experiences since they met, she’d always given off this mature vibe. like she was old beyond her years, too suave and smooth for the world around her. She could be wild, yes, but it was a more focused ferocity than anything Sheila had. She still remembered her in that club, playing the role of dominatrix to perfect, mistress of everything she could see.

In contrast, the Nerissa before her now was different. Playful. Joyous. Young and free. Still sexy in her way, but she got the impression that this was a side that didn’t often come out, and she wasn’t complaining.

”Expensive-looking rag.” Shiela whistled as she set her shoes aside with her dates and followed close after, letting her toes sink into the sand. The rushed up to meet them, lapping over her ankles and making her skin tingle, then retreated and left her slipping in the mud.

”That’s good. Yeah.” She closed her eyes briefly, letting the scene absorb her, before she registered Nerissa’s words. She half-turned her way and shrugged, putting a hand on her hip. ”It’s kind of a first for me, too. Most of my dates just start in a bar and end up on my couch. Maybe the backseat of my car if I’m really out to it.”

Most of her first dates were usually her last dates, too. But no need to bring that detail up.

”But how else did you see it going?” She tipped her head to the side with a teasing smirk. ”What, thought I kick it off with a punch to your face or something?”

Nevermind that she had said she might the first time she saw Nerissa tonight. She’d been messing around. Mostly.

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For a few more moments, Nerissa stood with her eyes closed, enjoying the waves tickling her feet. But then she turned her head to Sheila, who admitted that this was just as unusual for her as it was for Nerissa. Sometimes the universe surprises you. Nerissa knew exactly why most of Sheila's dates turned out to be the last.

“We're in the same boat in that case,” she said with a soft smile. “We don't want to let people into our lives, and therefore the first meeting with someone usually turns out to be the last." Nerissa paused briefly. “I understand, Sheila, really understand.”

She didn't even have time to look away from the blonde as Sheila asked her a question and smiled cheekily. After this question, a fire seemed to light up in the eyes of the Australian woman, which Nerissa really liked. She took a step forward, her bare feet slicing through the low waves. She put her hands on the blonde's waist.

“Well, let's seeeeee...” she hissed playfully. “It seems to me that after I crept up to you and you jumped to your feet in the restaurant, events could well have developed in something like this...” Nerissa smoothly pulled Sheila to her, her left leg was between the blonde's legs. “You would have punched me in the face, and I would have kicked you in your muscular stomach, you would have doubled over, and I would have tried to drive your face into the table with a bulldog...” Her hands shifted to Sheila's butt. “But I think you wouldn't have let me do that by countering with a back suplex right into another table, you would have grabbed me by the hair to lift me to my feet, but I would have taken the surviving plate and smashed it on your head.” Nerissa clung to the blonde, so that their breasts touched. “Maybe next I would have thrown throw you on the bar with a powerbomb and start sending punch after punch into your stomach...” Nerissa's face approached Sheila's face, she stopped only a few millimeters from her lips. “How does it sound so far and how do you think all this would develop further?”

[BlackAkuma]

While Sheila didn’t hate the change of pace and the lovely date and the whole romantic setting, there was no getting around the undertones between her and Nerissa. Their entire relationship - whatever it was - had started on a night of wild sex. That was a hell of a way of kicking things off, and it ran the risk of setting the tone for things to come, creating a ceiling that they could never reach again. Even their match, a dominating, sensual affair, still fell short of what they’d gotten up to that night. There was always the chance that the spark would fizzle out.

So Sheila was glad - overjoyed, even - to see that fire in Nerissa’s eyes. She didn’t resist as the woman pulled her in, and was more than receptive to her every movement, as she laid out her thought processes and created a match out of thin air. She could picture it, too - an insane brawl in a public place, chaos around them, chairs flying, glass shattering, battling it out until the police arrived.

Sheila might change a few things, though.

Tempted as she was to finish this kiss, Sheila resisted the urge and pulled away from Nerissa, letting her hands slide along the woman’s waist as she backed off. ”You’d get on top of me, sure. But you wouldn’t keep me there for long.” She reached behind her back and started working her zipper, letting it slip down. ”You’d lay in the punches, but I’d grab a bottle and crack it on that big forehead of yours. Stun you.” Her earrings came off next. ”Then I’d drag you out of the place, yank you by the hair if you didn’t behave. You’d put up a fight along the way, but I’d keep you under control.” Sheila gestured to the nearby boardwalk, where the waves lapped up against the wood and the moon’s rays didn’t reach, covering the sand in gloomy shadow. ”I’d bring you under there, where nobody could see us. Sidewalk Slam you into the sand, and then, well…”

Sheila let her dress slip off, revealing

underneath, something she’d worn specifically for the evening. She could’ve gone with regular underwear, but since they were dating near the beach, she figured that swimwear might come in handy. Glad to see she was right. ”How does that strike you? Hm?”

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Nerissa was sure that Sheila would not turn down the opportunity to kiss her. Even in the restaurant, she saw how difficult it was for the blonde to resist her desires. But, to the surprise of the Native American woman, Sheila found the strength to overcome her wild impulses. Instead, the Australian woman slightly pulled away from Nerissa, and for good reason.

“Oooooohhh...” she drawled as the blonde's hands slid down along her waist.

Sheila continued the story Nerissa had started. And her version was very different from the one presented by the Native American woman. While Nerissa was sure that during a fight the advantage would change hands, Sheila made a special emphasis on the fact that in her story she would take the leading position.

In another situation, Nerissa would probably have taken this as an insult, because she sincerely hated when anyone dared to look down on her. So why hasn't Sheila gotten a punch in the face or stomach yet? The answer was extremely simple. Continuing her story, the Australian woman began to complement it with actions. Biting her lower lip, Nerissa watched in fascination as the blonde's dress slipped down.

“It seems that someone has prepared well...” she hissed.

There was a damn sexy bikini underneath Sheila's dress. Seeing this, Nerissa bit her lip so hard that she even felt a slight taste of blood. It seems that now she was the one in the position where she wanted to pounce on Sheila. But... perhaps her desire to prolong this foreplay was even stronger. Therefore…

“I think by this point you would probably think that I was completely at your mercy and you would have jumped on me with a splash or something…” Nerissa approached Sheila again and slightly tilted her head forward, her tongue touched the blonde's neck and then went up, she stopped only when she reached the Australian woman's ear. “But I'll always have something to surprise you with." She hissed softly in Sheila's ear. “I would raise my knees to turn your stomach into mush." Nerissa ran her hands along Sheila's waist from the bottom up. “And while you were lying on the sand, I would use this to pick you up and then drive your beautiful blonde head back into the sand with my finisher.” Removing her hands from Sheila's waist, she moved them behind her neck, untying the knot of her dress. “I think at that moment you would have been stunned... just like now..."

Nerissa let go of the two ends of the fabric and the entire upper part of her dress fell down, exposing her lush breasts with already hard nipples. Yes, she wasn't wearing a bra or a bikini top today. As she had said a few moments earlier, she was sure that she would always have something to surprise Sheila with. There was only one question left. Was she wearing panties?

“But I think your tenacity would not have allowed me to take the victory so easily,” she continued, hooking the hem of her dress with her thumbs. “And the moment I mounted you, you'd punch me in the stomach." She slowly pulled the dress down. “I would grab you by the hair and we would start rolling in the sand...” Nerissa let go of the hem of her dress, it fell to the sand, at the same time answering the question because Nerissa was not wearing panties today. “I think we'd be rolling right up to where we're standing right now." Nerissa wildly licked her lips with her long tongue. “I wonder how this story would end...”