Lisa accompanied Nils to a lonely stretch of shore where he intended to paint a seascape. The cloudless sky was pure blue, the water flat, the sand smooth and sedate. “Not very interesting,” Nils lamented. “If only there were a storm or something.”

“Maybe I can liven things up,” Lisa said.

“You have an in with the weather goddess?” Nils asked.

“In a manner of speaking,” Lisa said, and she skipped away her sandals and pulled off her sundress.

“Going to do some kind of weather dance?” Nils asked.

“In a manner of speaking,” Lisa said, and she helped Nils remove his clothing.

“Now keep your eyes on mine,” she instructed, and kneeling upon the warm sand, she fitted her mouth over the cap of Nils’ cock. She suckled gently, her eyes holding his, and she curled two fingers inside her cunt. Her thumb brushed her clitoris. Such ministrations made sucking difficult, but Lisa continued to lap and tongue Nils’ cock whilst bringing herself to the edge of orgasm.

A pair of sandpipers skittered the calm surf. Seven pelicans glided by. Countless dolphins surged through the sea, and the waves sank six ships. Whale after whale bellowed and blew, but caught up in the ecstasy of climax, Nils and Lisa noticed none of this. Sated, they sat back on the warm sand. A spot of cum rested upon Lisa’s chin. She licked it up.

“I love how greedy you are,” Nils said.

“Don’t worry, there’s something for you,” she told him, and she slipped her cunt-moist fingers between his lips.

The flavor inspired fresh erection. He lay back and pulled Lisa onto him. They fucked slow and steady, painting a seascape beyond compare.