The sea breeze caresses my face and ruffles my hair. The seagulls call in the sky, and down near the rocks you can hear the chatter of a school class on a trip, but from the panoramic terrace the view extends only over the immensity of the sea, up to the point where, on the horizon, it merges with the sky.

The winter sun warms my exposed skin. I feel the cold of the stone of the bench under my naked butt, my skirt hiked up to my hips, my legs spreaded open to the infinity of the sea.

His rugged fingers brush lightly around my outer lips, up and down my inner thighs, on the little tuft of my landing strip. I fight to stand still, leaning toward his body, inhaling his aftershave mixed with the leather scent of his jacket and the saltiness of the breeze, his other arm around my shoulders, dominant yet comforting.

A single calloused finger finally lands on my throbbing clit. A soft moan leave my mouth as He slowly move it along my slit, collecting my wetness. After that, for the umpteenth time, he comes back to torture my inner thigh. I cannot say how long this form of sadistic torment has been going on. It could be minutes. It could be hours.

My soggy and swollen pussy is at her limit already, but I don't dare to ask Him for more, I already know what would be the answer.

A scooter passes behind us. From over my left shoulder, his hand slips under my jacket and pulls down one strap of my dress, revealing one of my breasts. The sun kiss my nipple, already stiff as He starts to pinch it, his right hand getting closer and closer to my engorged, desperate cunt.

One rub. Two. Three. Stop. Now again. One, two, three, stop. Again, but faster. My breathing quicken, the knot in my lower abdomen tighten up and my muscle tense as I quickly sense the orgasm approach. But I can't cum. Not yet. Not without permission.

I struggle to fight it. Clench my teeth, shaking, trembling. I must hold. I must behave. I must be good. "Please... please Sir, can I... can I come?" I beg in broken voice. His smirk is the only answer. From the steps a hundred meters away from us, the voices of the school trip grow louder and closer.

"Please... Please... Please Sir, I can't hold back any longer..." I desperately plea him, the first high schooler already on sight...

And just as the tidal wave of my orgasm start to rush over my body, He stops, leaving me to writhe in frustration, the needed relief denied once more.

"Don't cover yourself, slut." He whisper softly at my ear as the noisy crowd passes behind us, not close enough to see, or so do I hope.

Few minutes later, we're alone again. Just us and the seagulls.

"Very well, slut. Let's start again. This time, take off your dress. Leave your jacket on. I don't want you to catch a cold..."