“Shall we build a sandcastle?” Jamie suggested.

“Or what if we fuck?” Nils said.

“Or I could bury you in the sand,” Jamie said.

“Or we could fuck,” Nils said.

“Maybe a sand sculpture,” Jamie mused.

“Or we could –”

“Hush,” Jamie said. “Just lie down and don’t say another word.”

Nils lay down.

“Good,” said Jamie. She took hold of Nils’ penis. “This might make a good turret for my sandcastle.”

Slowly she stroked the penis from base of stem to tip of crown.

“Or in case you get buried, when the tide comes in we’ll need a periscope.”

“Now can we—” Nils started to say.

Another “Hush!” from Jamie. Her forefinger toyed with the penis slit.

“I think the tide is coming in,” she said, her fist milking the penis stalk. “Or maybe it’s going out.”

More strokes.

“So hard to tell.”

More strokes.

“Maybe I should take a dip while I have a chance.”

She bent forward and encased the head of Nils’ penis with her lips. She worked her fist while sucking slow and steady. When she deemed the moment right, she crouched over Nils and lowered herself until his penis kissed the lips of her cunt.

“More,” exhorted Nils.

“Hush!”

Slowly, steadily, she sank all the way down.