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sounding
distant." His voice trailed off.
I was on my side facing him.
"I need time away, to recharge." I smiled at him and felt
surprisingly at ease disclosing my feelings. He seemed to understand. He seemed
confident and relaxed. I reached down and held his soft cock. I cradled it in
my hand and felt its weight. "I dream about this. Wouldn't it be wild to
fuck on the beach?" My thoughts drifted off. We both reflected on the prospects.
"Am I nasty? You know, I'm
surprised how wild we are." A wicked look crossed my face. I felt a stream
of come drip along the back of my thigh. I rolled more to my front; the drops
inched along the crease on the front of my crotch. A few streaks dripped down
from my labia and fell to the bed.
"Yeah, you are nasty." He
touched my nipple as he said it. He pinched and twisted it, and I pinched the
tip of his cock in return.
"I think you're going to fuck
me a lot this summer. We'll try new things." I announced this as I gently
pulled the tip of his cock with my finger tips. The tip was wet and slippery.
"You want that, too?"
"Yes." He looked at me
intensely. "Oh, this is unbelievable," he whispered and lay back flat
on the bed.
"You thirsty?" I asked.
"Let's go get something." I rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up.
"I need to use the
bathroom," he announced.
"Meet me in the kitchen. I
need to clean up."
He rose from the bed. His tan
contrasted with his pale ass cheeks. I noticed again how fit he was. He cock
swayed heavily as he left the bedroom for the bath down the hall. I heard the
sound of a strong stream of pee from the adjoining bathroom. I rose and went
to the bath off our bedroom. In the bath, I wet a face cloth and washed my
thighs and pussy. His come was still flowing.
In the closet I got a pair of heels
and wondered if I should wear nothing else. I knew there were sexy thongs in my
dresser. I selected a white silk thong, more a g-string than a thong, and
pulled it on. It felt a bit strange wearing one having gone without
undergarments for weeks. The soft silk felt smooth against my bare lips. I
thought it would keep me from dripping. I then pulled down the white tank top.
In heels, I went through the house to the kitchen.
He was standing nude near the doors
to the deck. He whistled softly as I entered carrying a pair of his shorts. I
moved close to him and tossed his shorts on the counter. It was clear I was not
offering them to him to put back on.
"Beer? Margarita?" I
asked.
"Beer sounds great."
I grabbed two from the fridge and
opened them. I handed him his and we clicked bottles as we drank. The cold beer
tasted great. It mingled with the taste of come lingering in my mouth.
"So, how do I look?" I
asked. I stretched out my arms and slowly spun in an exaggerated pirouette. My
deep tan contrasted with the tight white top and g-string.
"Like a sun goddess," he
said, without a hint of mocking.
”Like a freshly fucked sun goddess,
to be technically correct," I said with blatant honesty.
"I agree!" He laughed and
drank more of his beer. I liked that he played and teased back with me.
We finished the beers on the deck
and then walked out into the gardens. From there we decided to go out for
dinner. The evening was settling in, and the sky was streaked with pink hues.
We went back in and dressed for a nice dinner. I wore a sexy black cocktail
dress, and he wore slacks and a shirt. We enjoyed a long dinner and seemed more
relaxed than the tourists who talked too loud about their times on the shore.
We got home late and went to bed.
Both of us were exhausted. I fell asleep in his arms. Spooning, his warm cock
on my ass, I drifted into a deep sleep. We slept until late morning.
After breakfast, we returned to the
beach. I wore another bikini nearly as sexy as the white one. I wore the blue
mini skirt and a sexy top. At our spot on the beach, we relaxed and swam, and
let the day slide by. People strolled along the beach like they had on
Saturday. Being Sunday, the
distant." His voice trailed off.
I was on my side facing him.
"I need time away, to recharge." I smiled at him and felt
surprisingly at ease disclosing my feelings. He seemed to understand. He seemed
confident and relaxed. I reached down and held his soft cock. I cradled it in
my hand and felt its weight. "I dream about this. Wouldn't it be wild to
fuck on the beach?" My thoughts drifted off. We both reflected on the prospects.
"Am I nasty? You know, I'm
surprised how wild we are." A wicked look crossed my face. I felt a stream
of come drip along the back of my thigh. I rolled more to my front; the drops
inched along the crease on the front of my crotch. A few streaks dripped down
from my labia and fell to the bed.
"Yeah, you are nasty." He
touched my nipple as he said it. He pinched and twisted it, and I pinched the
tip of his cock in return.
"I think you're going to fuck
me a lot this summer. We'll try new things." I announced this as I gently
pulled the tip of his cock with my finger tips. The tip was wet and slippery.
"You want that, too?"
"Yes." He looked at me
intensely. "Oh, this is unbelievable," he whispered and lay back flat
on the bed.
"You thirsty?" I asked.
"Let's go get something." I rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up.
"I need to use the
bathroom," he announced.
"Meet me in the kitchen. I
need to clean up."
He rose from the bed. His tan
contrasted with his pale ass cheeks. I noticed again how fit he was. He cock
swayed heavily as he left the bedroom for the bath down the hall. I heard the
sound of a strong stream of pee from the adjoining bathroom. I rose and went
to the bath off our bedroom. In the bath, I wet a face cloth and washed my
thighs and pussy. His come was still flowing.
In the closet I got a pair of heels
and wondered if I should wear nothing else. I knew there were sexy thongs in my
dresser. I selected a white silk thong, more a g-string than a thong, and
pulled it on. It felt a bit strange wearing one having gone without
undergarments for weeks. The soft silk felt smooth against my bare lips. I
thought it would keep me from dripping. I then pulled down the white tank top.
In heels, I went through the house to the kitchen.
He was standing nude near the doors
to the deck. He whistled softly as I entered carrying a pair of his shorts. I
moved close to him and tossed his shorts on the counter. It was clear I was not
offering them to him to put back on.
"Beer? Margarita?" I
asked.
"Beer sounds great."
I grabbed two from the fridge and
opened them. I handed him his and we clicked bottles as we drank. The cold beer
tasted great. It mingled with the taste of come lingering in my mouth.
"So, how do I look?" I
asked. I stretched out my arms and slowly spun in an exaggerated pirouette. My
deep tan contrasted with the tight white top and g-string.
"Like a sun goddess," he
said, without a hint of mocking.
”Like a freshly fucked sun goddess,
to be technically correct," I said with blatant honesty.
"I agree!" He laughed and
drank more of his beer. I liked that he played and teased back with me.
We finished the beers on the deck
and then walked out into the gardens. From there we decided to go out for
dinner. The evening was settling in, and the sky was streaked with pink hues.
We went back in and dressed for a nice dinner. I wore a sexy black cocktail
dress, and he wore slacks and a shirt. We enjoyed a long dinner and seemed more
relaxed than the tourists who talked too loud about their times on the shore.
We got home late and went to bed.
Both of us were exhausted. I fell asleep in his arms. Spooning, his warm cock
on my ass, I drifted into a deep sleep. We slept until late morning.
After breakfast, we returned to the
beach. I wore another bikini nearly as sexy as the white one. I wore the blue
mini skirt and a sexy top. At our spot on the beach, we relaxed and swam, and
let the day slide by. People strolled along the beach like they had on
Saturday. Being Sunday, the
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