Hot sand burned our feet, soft ashes like fine silk powder from elite cigars clung to damp clothes. Sea breeze whipped my red hair, cooling sun-baked skin. Distant ruins glittered, a ghost city of collapsed glass towers, exclusive playground for the forgotten rich. Johan held my hand tight. No birds. No lizards. Just sparse junipers, defiant green in arid waste.
Waves crashed ahead. Private beach, untouched. ‘Let’s swim,’ he urged. I peeled off my torn tunic. His eyes devoured my perfect curves—full breasts, narrow waist, hips swaying. He stripped fast, cock twitching already. Mouth agape, he froze. I smiled, pulled him to surf. First waves for me. Laughter bubbled as foam tickled thighs.
The Privilege
We entered ruins silently. Sand buried streets, sea lapped at half-sunken stone facades. Imposing. Eerie. Wind howled through shattered skyscrapers. A lizard fled—sole survivor. Then voices. Rough men from our prison escape emerged, arbalests raised. Okam smirked. ‘Welcome to our city.’ Recognized fugitives. Eyes raked my body hungrily. No women here for years.
Tension thick. Johan claimed me. They warned of dangers, but leered. We backed away. Their camp: firelit hall in metal column ruin, luxury scavenged from opulence. Whistles pierced air. Gazes burned my legs, ass, tits. ‘Pimps our nights!’ We fled fast. Then I saw it—massive red building, iridescent metal and organic concrete breathing alive. Feet in waves, untouched by time.
The Excess
Johan knew it. Pulled me through warm sea, water to waists. Swam to side entrance. Marble stairs submerged. Heavy door. Screen glowed. His hand—hiss, opened. Inside: vast hall, dust swirling in auto-lights. Down stairs, below sea level. Gold door. His touch again—unlocked. Secret lab. Memories flooded him. 2587. Time travel folly. War. Selenn’s note. Tears.
Skeletons in lounge. Macabre luxury decayed. We left, hearts heavy.
