The Ibiza sun burned heavy and golden as Tyler passed the rocky outcrop.
She had spent the whole day strolling through the city in the sweltering late summer heat and now longed for the solitude of the beach and the cooling of the ocean.
Tucked away between jagged rocks, a small bay nestled against the turquoise sea, hidden from the prying eyes of tourists.

Tyler had stumbled upon it on an early morning walk and now, in the late afternoon, it was hers alone.
The air vibrated with the sound of the waves lapping gently against the shore.
She stretched out on the warm rocks, her skin glistening with the salt of the sea, and let the sun kiss every inch of her seductive body.

Today Tyler had swapped her usual bikini for nothing at all, and the soft air was a sensual caress to her bare skin.
After sunbathing for a while, she stood up and the playful waves flirted with her toes as she waded into the cool water.
The gentle lapping of the waves was her only companion as she slipped into the cool, turquoise water.

The waves caressed her playfully as she swam, before she returned to her sun-drenched sanctuary, a woman at one with the elements and the beauty of her own body.
It was a stolen moment, a secret pleasure, a perfect afternoon just for her.

Captured masterfully with ease by Jelle Stokhof.