A spit of sizeable stones stretched several hundred yards out into the sea. Nils and Tori strolled along these rocks, most of which were worn smooth by eons of waves and weather. At the far end, the hikers stretched out on the sun-warmed stone, stared up at the blue, almost cloudless sky, and listened to the slap of water against rock.

“It makes me feel like sex,” Tori said. “I mean like having sex, not like I am sex,” she added.

“You are sex,” Nils said.

“Fuck me,” Tori said.

Nils helped her remove her shirt and shorts. She left her leggings on. “Because of sunburn,” she said.

“These rocks might not be too comfortable,” Nils said.

“I don’t care, I need to taste you,” Tori said.

A moment later her tongue swirled the cap of Nils’ penis. He explored Tori’s cunt and found it wet. His moistened fingertip painted the exposed clitoris. Her tongue and his finger mimicked the rhythm of the waves. Not much more than two minute laters, Tori stiffened, released Nils’ cock, and came.

“You were right,” she told Nils, after regaining her breath.

“How so?” he asked.

“I am sex,” she said. “Also it would be too uncomfortable to fuck.”