#3003: Parnu, Estonia
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Stella enjoys her life in a peaceful, small beach town. When the season arrives, she meets a man traveling through Europe and embarks on an unforgettable summer adventure.
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On the beach, no one sought anything beyond a fleeting romance. It was an unspoken rule, especially since most people lying on the sand in the bay were tourists. Stella, however, was a local. From a young age, she had learned that forming attachments with travelers was a mistake if she wanted anything lasting. She had lost count of the number of friends she believed would be in her life forever, only to watch them pack up and leave at the end of the season. Even though most tourists came from Estonia or nearby countries, Stella knew that beachside connections were ephemeral—born from sunlit moments of absolute happiness and never meant to endure.
Over time, she accepted this reality and stopped seeking anything long-term with temporary visitors. But there was a silver lining—if she craved excitement, if she wanted to experience something new without the burden of permanence, all she had to do was step onto the beach in the summer. It was the perfect place for her seasonal adventures.
That morning, she packed her beach bag and left her house early, eager to swim and sunbathe before the midday heat. Her fair skin burned easily, so she had to be cautious. Most people on the beach looked like her—pale, with barely a hint of a tan. Those lucky enough to darken would only achieve it by the end of the summer. For now, most beachgoers reflected the sun like the moon itself. That was precisely why the stranger caught her eye.
He wasn’t as tall as most of the men in her town. He had dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a rich tan. He was clearly from a place where the sun shone year-round, making Stella wonder why he had chosen to visit Pärnu. Lying on her towel, she observed him discreetly through her sunglasses as he played volleyball with a group of men who looked more local than he did. His toned muscles flexed with each movement, his confidence evident in the way he played. Stella might have been content to simply watch him, letting the intrigue remain a passing thought, if not for a happy coincidence.
The ball soared across the beach, landing in the sand beside her. The stranger jogged over to retrieve it, flashing her a brilliant smile. His eyes didn’t wander past her neck, though Stella wouldn’t have minded if they had. She returned his smile, assuming that would be the end of their exchange. But then, he asked her her name.
She told him her name, and in return, he offered his—Diego. His accent immediately caught her attention, sparking her curiosity about where he was from. He answered with an easy grin, mentioning Argentina, a place that felt worlds away from the Estonian beach where they had crossed paths.
His friends called for him, but instead of returning, he casually tossed the ball back and settled onto the sand beside her, continuing their conversation. Stella couldn’t help but wonder—what was a man from Argentina doing in Estonia? His response was simple: he was traveling across Europe, seeking out beaches on the other side of the ocean.
The thought amused her. She imagined the warmth of his homeland, the golden heat of the sun that surely blazed much hotter than the mild Estonian summer. He confirmed it with a knowing look, a silent promise lingering in his gaze—one that suggested he would love to show her himself.
Stella laughed, teasing him about not rushing things, though deep down, she already knew she wouldn’t be leaving the beach alone that evening.
They spent the rest of the day talking, basking in the sunlight, letting the salty breeze wrap around them like a warm embrace. As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky with streaks of amber and violet, she realized the night was fast approaching. The decision had been made long before now—perhaps even from the moment she first laid eyes on him.
When she finally rose to leave, Diego was quick to offer to walk her home. She had expected it, had wanted it. Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they strolled through the quiet streets, the chemistry between them undeniable. Stella lived alone, which meant there was no one to interrupt them, no one to question her intentions.
As they stepped inside, Diego glanced around, the weight of expectation settling between them. But Stella had already decided how this would unfold. Without hesitation, she led him toward the bedroom.
For a brief moment, he hesitated, caught off guard by her directness. But the uncertainty in his expression quickly shifted to something else—desire, intrigue. His gaze traced the curves of her body, lingering on the sheer sundress that barely concealed the bikini beneath it. What he didn’t know was that he wouldn’t have the chance to remove it himself.
Taking his hand, she guided him inside, her grip firm yet playful. He followed without resistance—exactly the way she liked.
The bedroom was small, the bed taking up most of the space, but none of that mattered. As Diego stood at the foot of it, a slow smile spread across his lips, but before he could speak, Stella placed her hands on his chest and gave him a gentle shove. He fell backward onto the mattress without protest, his dark eyes filled with anticipation as she straddled his hips.
She could feel his arousal, see it in the way he watched her. But she needed him still, needed to take her pleasure her way. Pressing him down, she directed his attention toward the headboard, where soft cuffs lay fastened. His brow lifted slightly in surprise as their gazes locked, silent questions hanging between them.
With an innocent smile, she brushed her hips against him, offering an unspoken promise of pleasure. The slight hitch in his breath, the tension in his muscles—he was considering it. And then, with a slow nod, he lifted his arms, surrendering to her completely.
She secured the cuffs around his wrists, stepping back for a moment to admire the sight before her. This wasn’t new to her. Not the first time. Not even the second. She knew exactly what she wanted, exactly how to take it—and perhaps, if he was lucky, she’d give him something in return.
Slipping off her dress and bikini, she let the fabric fall away, exposing her skin. Diego’s gaze darkened as he took her in, noticing the faint tan lines that curved along her body. Moving forward, she framed his head between her knees, her fingers tangling in his hair. She waited, gauging his reaction.
Some men hesitated. Diego did not.
His mouth found her without question, his tongue gliding over her with practiced ease. A soft whimper escaped her lips as pleasure sparked through her body. One hand braced against the headboard, the other tightening in his hair, pressing him closer. Every flick of his tongue, every deliberate movement sent waves of sensation rolling through her, building and building until she was unraveling above him.
Her back arched, her breath caught in her throat, and then—release. A shuddering, all-consuming pleasure that left her momentarily weightless.
But she wasn’t finished.
Sliding away, she met Diego’s gaze, watching the way his lips glistened. He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself, but Stella had no intention of letting him believe the night was over just yet.
Stripping him of his pants and boxers, she took him in her hand, feeling the hard evidence of his own need. Without hesitation, she rolled a condom onto him, eager to claim the satisfaction she had been craving. Lowering herself onto him, she moaned at the delicious stretch, savoring the feeling of being filled.
Diego groaned beneath her, his muscles flexing as he instinctively pulled against the cuffs. But she wasn’t ready to let him go. Not yet.
She set the pace, slow and teasing at first, drawing out his pleasure, making him beg. And when he finally did—when the desperation in his voice matched the fire in her own body—she gave in, riding him harder, faster, until they both came undone.
Only when the last waves of pleasure faded did she release him from the cuffs.
Later, as he dressed, they made plans to meet again on the beach the next day.
They never saw each other again.