Chapter 5: Waves of Temptation
The train curved along the western coastline, weaving
through cliffs and crashing waves. Sarah sat by the window, sunglasses on,
golden hair tied up in a loose bun, a silk scarf knotted around her neck. She
was glowing — not just from the Galway getaway, but from something deeper.
Fulfilled, curious, alive.
Next to her, Mr. Salty tapped his fingers on his thigh,
occasionally glancing her way and grinning like a man with secrets. And Sarah
knew he had plenty — but she had one of her own too.
As the train pulled into the sleepy village of Strandmór, a
place whispered about for its hot springs, remote beaches, and mysterious
charm, Sarah turned to him with a cheeky smile.
“I’ve invited someone.”
Salty blinked. “Someone?”
Before he could ask more, the answer walked right up to
their carriage door.
Michelle.
She was breathtaking.
Long, silky brown hair flowed like melted chocolate around
her shoulders. Her eyes, deep hazel, carried the spark of adventure and a
mischievous glint that hinted at trouble. She wore a body-hugging red top that
showed off her generous curves and high-waisted jeans that made everyone on the
platform take notice. Her figure was nearly identical to Sarah’s — voluptuous,
confident, commanding — but her energy was different: quieter, simmering, yet
no less dangerous.
“About time you called me, Sarah,” Michelle purred, giving
her bestie a slow hug and raising a curious brow at Salty. “And this must be him?”
“I’m Mr. Salty,” he said, offering his hand.
Michelle took it, her touch lingering just a moment longer
than expected. “Oh, I bet you are.”
The seaside cottage they’d rented had three bedrooms, an
outdoor jacuzzi, and a view that stretched over the crashing cliffs and long,
quiet sands. The air was salty and sweet, and the village, with its crooked
pubs and mossy stone paths, seemed like something out of a dream.
The trio spent the day exploring — walking barefoot along
the shore, dipping their toes into the cold Atlantic, sipping cider on a picnic
blanket.
By the time the sun began to lower into the sea, painting
the horizon in pink and gold, things were already electric.
Back at the cottage, Sarah disappeared into the ensuite
bathroom while Michelle popped open a bottle of wine. She kicked off her heels,
lounging on the sofa in a way that was just casual enough to feel calculated.
“You’ve got her smiling,” Michelle said, sipping. “That’s
not easy. Not really. So whatever you're doing… keep doing it.”
Salty chuckled. “I plan to.”
Sarah returned then — barefoot, wearing a white summer dress
that clung in all the right places. She sauntered in like a goddess, her smile
confident and wicked.
“Hot tub’s ready,” she said. “Clothing optional.”
Michelle stood immediately. “Now this is the kind of
trip I needed.”
Steam rose into the night sky as they slipped into the
water, the hot bubbles fizzing around them. The moonlight bathed their skin in
silver; the wine had everyone feeling bold.
Sarah leaned into Salty, her head on his shoulder, as
Michelle floated opposite them, her cleavage teasing the surface of the water.
“So,” Michelle said slowly, letting the word roll off her
tongue, “what’s the story with you two? Is this casual? Is it exclusive? Or are
we just… enjoying the view?”
Salty met Sarah’s eyes. She smirked, then nodded slightly,
giving permission for whatever came next.
“Let’s just say,” Salty replied, turning toward Michelle
with a devilish grin, “we’re open to new chapters.”
The tension rippled like a second wave beneath the water.
Michelle moved closer, eyes flicking between the two. Her
fingers brushed against Sarah’s leg, slowly sliding upward under the surface.
Sarah’s breath hitched.
“We’ve never shared a man before,” Michelle whispered,
leaning in. “But maybe Strandmór is full of firsts.”
Salty swallowed. “I think I love this village.”
And then… everything blurred.
Lips met, bodies tangled, steam rose higher as the night
deepened around them. Sarah kissed Michelle with the kind of trust that only
years of friendship could hold, and Salty — utterly stunned and wildly aroused
— watched before being pulled into the vortex.
Later, inside, the three of them collapsed in a pile of wet
towels and laughter on the massive bed. The windows were open, letting in sea
air and the distant rhythm of waves hitting shore.
Michelle curled up at the foot of the bed, hair damp, skin
flushed. “If every stop on this trip is like this, I’m never going home.”
Sarah, draped across Salty’s chest, traced circles over his
heart. “I told you I pack for possibilities.”
“You didn’t say you packed Michelle too,” he replied,
grinning sleepily.
Sarah tilted her head and kissed him. “Some surprises are
too good to spoil.”
The village slept. The sea sang its eternal song. And in the
moon-kissed cottage on the cliff, three hearts beat a little faster, tangled in
desire, trust, and a new kind of freedom.
This chapter wasn’t just about heat.
It was about expansion — of boundaries, pleasure, and
what it meant to truly explore.
And with a woman like Sarah leading the way, who knew what
tomorrow’s tide might bring?
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