The Hidden Cafe

Posted by: Honey

We were walking along the promenade in the glow of the setting sun when we stumbled upon an abandoned café hidden behind the vines. People passed by, catching the last light, and Honey suddenly stopped, shot me a mischievous look — and slipped off her bikini top. Her skin lit up in gold, and her boldness broke every rule in sight.A second later she was bare, laughing as if the whole world were our invisible audience. We slipped inside the café, watching the passersby from the shadows. They were in the open, we were in our own secret. That reckless thrill wrapped around us, and behind an old column everything between us sparked even hotter.The evening kept the rest.