I always wake up early.

During the two years that I have lived on the coast, I was so used to wandering along this deserted shore every morning that I cannot imagine how I can ever leave these places. In summer, when even the strongest wind from the sea is always warm, I open my eyes, jump out of bed and, without shoes, and throwing only a light sundress, I go for a walk.

Six in the morning. You won't meet anyone at this early hour on the beach. Our house is located away from other residential buildings; Our only close neighbor, old Fred, wakes up very late and his shutters are always closed when I pass by his windows. There are fishermen’s boats on the sea that go out to the sea, but they all live far from us and I don’t meet any of them. I'm completely alone...

My bare feet are loaded in the sand, my hair is in the wind, and I step forward. I pass the house of Fred, pass some old dilapidated wooden buildings, overturned boats, pass all that reminds of the presence of a person here, and finally get to my favorite part of the coast, deserted and uninhabited. For as long as I remember my morning walks, I saw people here only once; even fishing boats don't swim here. To my left is a ridge of rocks, to the right is a blue-blue sea. My long shadow moves ahead of me and leads me farther and farther from home ...

The ridge of rocks turns to the right and fits very close to the water line. Bare feet slap on the shoals, and I move on. The road is blocked by a large and high stone, with one edge tight to the rocks, and the second one setting far into the water. From this side, not climbing up is too steep, so I go into the water and swim it over the sea. Cold water invigorates, forcing finally to wake up.

On the other side of the stone continues the same landscape - the rocks stretch along the coast as far as the eye can see. I never went any further.

From this side, the slope of the stone is not so steep, and I easily climb up. The top of his flat, as if specially made in order to be able to lie down. I throw off my wet sundress, and remain completely naked. Around the soul, no one who could see me.

I like this feeling, the feeling of unity with nature. The sea wind caresses my young body, from this skin goosebumps run, and wet hair develops in the wind. I stand on the very edge, behind me are the rocks, and on the left, on the right, in the front - the endless sea. And not a soul.

I close my eyes, straighten my arms and fall down into the cold water. My heart stops in horror while I'm flying. When I find myself in the water, I do not rush to emerge, and wait until the water itself pushes my body to the surface. After swimming on my back, I climb a stone again and jump again. Having done this ten times, I again vylazhu upstairs, sit down on the very edge, hanging his legs down, and proceed to the lesson, without which almost no one of my morning.

My hand gently drops between slightly spread apart legs and gropes pussy. The chest reacts instantly: it is covered with goose bumps, and the nipples harden. I close my eyes, the middle finger rests on the clitoris, and the index and ring fingers lie on the genital lips. I start to make smooth movements up and down and feel how the hairs on the pussy are gradually covered with thick moisture. I throw my head back and, having bitten my lower lip, I continue to move.

When the pussy gets completely wet, I gently put my finger inside, and my movements become even more rhythmic. The finger moves inside the vagina, causing incomparable sensations. Groans break out of the chest, and breathing quickens. For a while I fly away from this world.

Having finished once, I usually do not calm down. I lean back, lay on my back and spread my legs to the side. One hand instinctively falls on the chest, starting to caress her, the second - on the pubis, and I accept to massage it.I moan, bend my back, squeeze my chest. Fingers go lower ... The second hand slides along the stomach and also goes down, fingers spread the lips of the genital lips, opening my hole as wide as possible.

Ahead of me is the sea. It is the witness of everything. Only I trust him my secret, only it knows what I do every morning on this deserted uninhabited shore.

I insert two fingers into the pussy, shallow, so as not to damage the hymen. There is little space there, fingers tight, but pussy takes them with pleasure. I begin to move my hand, fucking myself and gradually accelerating. I drive my fingers up and down, and from time to time I put my whole hand between my legs, squeezing my pussy and massaging it, moving my hand from side to side.

After twenty minutes of such morning exercises, I get a second orgasm, much stronger than the first. My body makes a sweet spasm, moans echo around the area, and I still lie for ten minutes, recovering myself. Catching my breath, I jump up, put on a sundress and jump into the water. Having washed and splashed, I go out onto the rocky shore and wander home.

So begins my day.

*

My name is Suzy. For two years now, my parents and I moved to the coast. I am eighteen, this year I am finishing school, although I do not go to it. The nearest school is in a small town a few miles away, and there is no transport from us. Dad goes there every morning to his work by car, he could carry me in the mornings, but there is no one to bring me back after classes. In short, my parents decided that it would be best for me to study at home myself. At the beginning of the semester, I go to school, take a list of everything I need to learn over the past six months, get the necessary books in the library, and at the end of the semester I take exams.

Before we moved here, we lived in the city, big, dirty and noisy. I went to school, I had friends, friends, my parents had a job. Then mom got sick. Dad struggled for a long time trying to find a good doctor, but Mom only got worse. Finally, we were advised to change the climate, and we drove here to the sea.

The first time I was terribly depressed. I begged my parents to take me back to the city. The unusual silence for me pressed on me, especially at night, when I was left alone in a dark room. But two months passed, and I was so merged with the atmosphere here that when my father and I went to the city to pick up some documents, I couldn’t live there for two days - on the second day with a headache, I asked my father to come back soon. Mom then said that I was "completely healed."

I loved this beach, and loved loneliness. Even in the first month of my stay here I was addicted to morning walks, though then they ended up more modestly. Wandering along this deserted sandy beach, stretching in both directions, I felt that I was born for this place. All my life I have been waiting for a meeting with him, without knowing it myself. I fell in love with this sea and sand.

I did not yearn, even though most of the time was completely alone. I had little contact with my parents, but our relations were good. My father had a large library, which he collected throughout his life, and I became addicted to reading. Dickens, Hugo and Dostoevsky were my favorite writers. I often climbed into the attic, sat down in front of the dormer, through which the sea could be seen, and could sit there all day with a book in my hands.

One morning in the first year of our life, as usual, I wandered into the deserted part of the coast and saw two people - a man and a woman. They were completely naked and made love right on the sand. The man was thirty-five years old, of strong build, with black and gray hair, muscular arms and chest, a woman of twenty, small and frail, also black-haired. She was kneeling on the sand, her hands on the ground, and he penetrated her from behind, clasping her waist. The woman moaned, closing her eyes, lowering her head, then throwing her back.Sometimes she turned her face to her partner, and he kissed her on the lips for a long time, without ceasing his movements.

The couple was so absorbed ...