TCP, beach, sea and orgasms

I don't usually go to the seaside. My last visit to the beach happened thirteen years ago. I prefer to travel. But this year, due to the circumstances, I didn't even want to go to Croatia, let alone travel. That's why I went to the Slovenian coast to rest, say hi to the sea, and experience endless orgasms and pleasures. At the first encounter with the sea, all the salty memories came back - memories of salty hair, burnt, brown skin, the smell, eating pate on the beach (it's the weird Slovenian tradition), and summer romances.

When I went to the Croatian coast with my parents, we spent the whole day on the beach. My father carried an umbrella and a cooler bag to the beach, my mother and I took the towels and other small things. It started with finding the perfect, secluded place, if possible in the shade, and the best spot to get into the water.

Ko smo postavili senčnik in razgrnili brisače, so odletele še kopalke. Vsako leto smo počitnice preživljali na nudistični plaži. Če se je le dalo. Nagce sem tako opazovala povsod. V morju, na obali, med ležanjem, med igranjem kart, med zajtrkom. Obdana sem bila z ženskimi oprsji in moškimi udi. 

During my teenage years, this experience got highly uncomfortable for me. I was the only person on the beach who wore a swimsuit all day. I may have taken off the top, but rarely. More often than not, my eyes intentionally searched for penises, and I consciously had to stop staring. I felt shame and, at the same time, harmless tingling between my legs. I often imagined what it would be like if someone had sex right over there, in front of me. 

In the middle of high school, I was saved from the torment of vacationing with my parents. At sixteen, I went on vacation with my boyfriend for the first time - to Turkey. When we arrived at our treehouse, clothes were flying off of me. Sex was having this smell of long journeys and sleeping at airports, but it was great - my first real summer sex.

Once, while lying on the beach, we wondered what it would be like to have sex in the tall grass by the shore or sea. This idea was more and more attractive to us. Not in the grass because I was afraid of snakes, but sex outdoors, on the beach. It happened, but in the sea, almost a mile away from the coast, and you can imagine it was more challenging than we thought. Taking off our swimwear, resisting gravity, and finally putting the penis into my peach. It was exhausting, and I had the feeling that the nearby swimmers were watching us. I am still convinced of this today. We preferred to continue the game of bodies smelling just like the sea in the room. It was safer and more comfortable. 

In the following summers we got bolder. We had sex on the beach, in the woods, and at night, on the empty bar tables, and in a tent. Holidays were ours and always reserved for sex, as we were pretty limited during the year. I experienced similar things with other guys later. Maybe because to me, a vacation on the Croatian coast has always meant spending mornings in bed, have lovely breakfasts, and a lot of sex.

So it's no surprise that this was the first thing I remembered when I saw the sea after so many years. But this time, I was alone in a room with a spa bath and view of the pool. As I put down the keys, I pulled the toys out of the suitcase and lay on the bed to experience my salty orgasm. And I was doing so every morning, every afternoon, every night. And of course, every time I came back from the beach. That's when the memories hit me - the smell of salty skin, wet hair, and the pleasures that past vacations had brought me.