We leisurely walked along the sandy shore of the river. We didn't feel like swimming, so we just strolled, occasionally dodging the beachgoers.

We walked hand in hand — I was in sneakers, and she was barefoot. In her free hand, she carried sandals because the heels were getting stuck in the sand. The day was turning to the evening, but the sun still provided a noticeable warmth. However, the more significant warmth I felt holding hands.

We were together for a couple of years — we had met on a dating site. Sofia was twenty-four back then, and I’m... I’m much older. Of course, there have been other women in my life. But what I felt when falling asleep and waking up next to her is incomparable to what I had before she entered my life. 

Gentle, fragile, quiet, sensitive, meek, and shy, yet at the same time incredibly bright, lively, sensual, and passionate girl! And most importantly — mine and mine only! My dear Ukrainian sweetie…

Before that, when I heard the phrase “made for each other,” I chuckled, never grasping the meaning completely. But later on, I could say that about us. Nobody understood and felt me like she did. Sometimes, we didn't even need words to communicate. We could just be silent next to one another. And it's not because we had nothing to say. We wanted to listen to each other's silence and breath.

We were walking peacefully. But that didn't mean we were distant and thinking about different things. In such moments, we both thought about the future. I had already mentioned that Sofia was stepping beside me, placing her hand in mine. And the hustle and bustle of this suburban beach didn't touch us. We were there alone — everything around us existed in a parallel universe.

Of course, our relationship wasn't platonic! We had sex. A lot of it and often. And what sex it has been! I had nothing to compare it to. I never felt anything like that with any woman. She turned me on and attracted me literally in every way. The way she talked, the way she laughed and breathed. Even when she coughed — those moments, I wanted to hug her, hold Sonya tight, pity her, and take away that damn disease from my little angel to make her feel better.

Before and during sex, we sometimes preferred things that many would be too shy to discuss. But we didn't talk about it — we did some things! Sofia was my girl, not a secret from me whatsoever. And I appreciated that much! But the most crucial thing is that my lassie adored me... It's vital because only then could I truly enjoy myself when I was sure I was giving pleasure to her, my baby.

We walked through the entire shoreline and were heading back. We turned back to the path heading to the parking lot where the car was.

The sand changed for trampled ground right under our feet. We stopped, and Sofia, holding my elbow, put on her sandals. The path led us away from the beach towards a small park. Despite the late night, we often encountered noisy groups of people with swim rings and stuff.

“You know... I won't make it home,” she confessed almost in a whisper as we moved away.

“Why?” I was surprised.

“I need to pee...”

“So what's the problem?”

“There's nowhere I could do that!”

I tightened my grip on her hand and started walking faster into the depths. I actually planned it all! This outing, the route back, the time and wine I almost forced her to finish when we got out of the car, and the wide sundress she wore instead of her favorite t-shirt and shorts.

Surprise! I've been there many times since I was a kid and knew the place well. With my heart pounding, I carried her through the thick bushes that grew everywhere. But no, I wasn't planning to secure her weeing. I intended to witness the process firsthand! Sofia knew how much I loved watching her pissing. And it excited her, despite her shyness.

This bottle of wine served a dual purpose: firstly, it was a substantial source of hydration for her petite body, and secondly — the alcohol diminished her sense of shame, giving me a great chance to watch her! The thought of it made my temples pound…

“Oh, wait, not so fast!” she squealed, following me through the bushes.

We soon found ourselves on a small lawn about 30 feet from the main trail. Around us were bushes about my height so no one could spot us from the outside. We stopped and waited for those who might have noticed us turning here to go further away. Meanwhile, I stared at her face, hugged her, and, kissing her forehead, whispered into her ear:

“Hold on, hon. They'll leave.”

She settled, hugged me, and took a deep breath, hanging on my shoulders. I got under her dress with both grabby hands when I ensured nobody was around. I immediately felt the thin lace of her panties and pulled them down. She was hanging on with her shoes in hand, obediently lifting one leg at a time, carefully removing her panties.

To be continued...))