Sunset and Tides - Roztopašný čert

Sofia played with the sand between her fingers, watching as the fine grains escaped through the crevices. The afternoon sun was slowly tilting toward the horizon, coloring the sky in shades of orange and pink. Next to her lay Petra, her dark hair spread out on the beach towel, with a book raised against the sun.
"Don't you think it's time for a drink?" asked Sofia, gently nudging Petra's shoulder. "I'm starting to get thirsty, and the sun will soon set."
Petra lowered her book and looked at Sofia with a smile that Sofia had come to know all too well in recent days. It was a smile that ignited something deep within her.
"Good idea," whispered Petra, leaning closer. "But the first round is on you, since you pulled me away from a very interesting chapter."
Sofia laughed. "Deal." She slowly rose and dusted the sand off her legs. "The same as yesterday?"
"Maybe something stronger. I'm feeling... adventurous today," replied Petra with a look that revealed more than her words.
Their vacation was coming to an end. Six days on a picturesque coast, far from the busy city and daily responsibilities. Six days of exploring not only the surrounding landscape but also each other. Sofia turned and headed to the bar, feeling Petra's gaze on her hips.
When she returned with two cocktails, the sun had almost set. Petra had meanwhile started a small fire in one of the fire rings scattered along the beach. This part of the coast was less visited, providing them with pleasant privacy.
"Beautiful sunset," remarked Sofia as she handed Petra her drink.
"Yes, just like you," replied Petra, her voice deeper and softer than usual.
They sat down next to each other on blankets spread around the fire, close enough for their shoulders to touch. Sofia felt her heart beating faster. After a week together, she would have thought that the nervousness would have subsided, but it was still there—that pleasant trembling whenever Petra was too close.
"Hello, ladies! May I join you?"
A deep male voice interrupted their thoughts. Sofia looked up and saw Mark, whom they had met on the first day of their stay. He was a local guide and occasional bartender, with a sincere smile and natural charm.
"Of course," replied Petra, moving over to make room for him on the blanket. "We've just started."
Mark settled down, placing a bottle of homemade wine and three glasses. "I thought you might appreciate something special for your last evening."
Sofia felt a strange excitement. Mark was a pleasant companion, and they had been meeting with him regularly in recent days. She knew that Petra also felt affection for him, and together they occasionally talked about possibilities... but until now, these were just conversations.
Mark poured the wine and handed them the glasses. "To memories," he whispered, his eyes meeting first with Sofia's, then with Petra's. "To memories we have yet to create."
"To memories," they both repeated, sipping the wine, which was sweet and spicy at the same time.
The fire crackled, the wine flowed, and the conversation moved naturally. Mark told them about local legends, about the sea and its mysteries. Sofia laughed at his jokes, Petra leaned closer to hear better. And with each glass of wine, the distances between them diminished.
"I've always thought that the most beautiful thing about the sea is how it reveals the truth," said Mark, stroking the rim of his glass with his fingers. "Here, by the waves and under the stars, one cannot hide who they truly are."
"And who are we according to you?" asked Sofia, her voice gentle, almost challenging.
Mark looked at her, his dark eyes capturing the reflection of the fire. "You are like the sea itself. Deep, mysterious... and incredibly beautiful."
Petra laughed, but it was the kind of laugh that masks nervousness. "Do you say that to all tourists?"
"Only to those who fascinate me," he replied sincerely, and then leaned toward Petra, his face just centimeters from hers. "And you two have fascinated me from the moment I first saw you."
The air between them thickened with tension and expectation. Sofia felt her heart beating rapidly as she watched Petra and Mark, their closeness, their tension.
Petra was the first to take the plunge. She overcame that small distance and gently touched Mark's lips with hers. It was a fleeting, exploratory kiss, but Sofia felt her breath quickening as she watched them.
Mark pulled away, his eyes now seeking Sofia's, as if asking for permission. Instead of a verbal response, Sofia leaned forward and connected her lips with his. His kiss was different—more passionate, bolder. When she pulled away, her gaze met Petra's, full of hot anticipation.
"Let's go to my place," whispered Mark, taking both of them by the hand. "My cottage is just behind the dunes."
Sofia and Petra exchanged looks full of unspoken desires and understanding. They were on vacation, far from everything familiar, with a man who attracted them just as much as they attracted him.
"Yes," answered Sofia for both of them, feeling her heart fluttering with excitement.
They walked along the beach, hand in hand, leaving behind footprints in the sand that would be washed away by the tide in the morning. Ahead of them awaited a night full of discovery, tenderness, and passion—a night that would belong only to them.
Mark's cottage was modest but cozy, with a veranda facing the sea. Inside, the walls were decorated with wooden figurines and shells, and the sound of waves could be heard from the open window.
"Make yourselves comfortable," offered Mark, lighting several candles placed around the room. Their soft light created an intimate atmosphere.
Sofia sat on the couch, Petra right beside her, their thighs touching. Mark joined them with another bottle of wine.
"We don't need to rush," he said gently as he handed out the glasses. "We have all night."
Sofia looked at Petra, seeing in her eyes desire mixed with tenderness. Slowly, she raised her hand and caressed Petra's cheek, watching as her eyes closed under the touch. She leaned in and kissed her, gently at first, then with growing passion, knowing that Mark was watching them, and this awareness excited her even more.
When she pulled away, Petra's eyes were shining with desire. Mark moved closer, his hand gently stroking Sofia's back. "You are both incredible," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss Sofia's shoulder.
The night unfolded in a harmony of three bodies, in a perfect harmony of desire and respect. Each touch, each kiss was the discovery of new territories, new pleasure. Sofia felt Petra's gentle hands, Mark's strong arms, their shared breath and beating hearts.
At one point, Sofia was lying on her back, with Petra bent over her, kissing her neck, while Mark surrounded them with his presence, his hands finding places of pleasure that she didn't even know existed.
Outside, waves crashed against the beach, similar to the waves of pleasure that passed through their bodies. They came and went, strengthened and weakened, but never completely ceased, much like the eternal rhythm of the sea.
When they finally, tired but satisfied, sank into Mark's bed, Sofia couldn't help but think that this night was the perfect culmination of their vacation. Petra's head rested on her chest, Mark's arm embraced them both, and outside, the sea murmured its eternal song.
"To memories," whispered Sofia as she closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by sleep, knowing that tomorrow they would return to reality, but this night, this perfection, they would carry with them forever.