Pillow Of Soft White Sand

We started out just to feed the fish you said, The pillow of soft white sand at the edge of shore. Between the cut in the bushes. Surrounded by mangroves. A small window appears outward when looking out at the sea. And at first I was a small in your mouth limited and you know I am shy. But then you with my bronzed legs wrapped around your waist. Bouncing your breast on my thighs. The tide rising up behind you blocking the waves as your hands repeatedly send one stream of milk after the other flowing into the surf becoming mixed with the light green foam and pin fish ate it all.