“You’ve got big muscles.”
“You’re only taking your own body weight,” I argued.
After a few goes, Miranda had mastered it enough to take the board out.
“You’re doing splendidly,” I said.
We paddled in the shallows.
“It’s a small swell. Ideal for practicing that move onto your knees,” I said as a wave formed and came toward us.
“Oh god, I can barely stay on it,” she said.
“You’re doing well. And the view’s pretty nice.”
“The sky, you mean?”
“Mm… that too.” I grinned.
I jumped up and rode the tiny wave.
“Show-off!” she yelled.
“Come on. Next one,” I said, lying back down on my board.
Noticing the swell was at its peak, I yelled, “Now!”
Miranda managed to push off perfectly, but as she landed on her knees, she fell off the board.
I paddled over to make sure she was okay.
She laughed. “I feel so clumsy.”
“No. That was a perfect mount. You just needed to get your balance. It takes a fair bit of practice. You’re doing well.”
Miranda smiled. “Thanks. It’s kind of fun.”
“Isn’t it?”
We remained out there for a while longer. And Miranda actually managed to ride a wave for a few seconds on her knees before falling off, which was a triumph of sorts.
After that, we took our boards back to shore and returned to the water to play around.
I took her into my arms. “This is so nice, being here with you.”
“It is. Thank you.”
Our salty lips fused, and we kissed passionately with the sun warming our faces. One of the great advantages of having a private beach was being able to remove Miranda’s bikini and suck on her nipples. She wrapped her thighs around me, and I entered her in one deep, hard thrust. My eyes watered at how she tightened her muscles around my dick.