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Authors: Nicki Elson
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all of our favorite beaches in one day, stopping for a picnic lunch along the way and ending at the northern tip of Captiva for the sunset. We should be back by eleven, so be ready.”
“Yep.” D nodded with a mouth full of Cheerios.
Jen poured herself a bowl. “I’ll get ready as fast as I can. What about Tim and George?”
“They’re down at the pool.”
As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Spencer left, Jen wolfed down her cereal and went straight to the shower. D jumped in after while she went to her room and put on her bikini. When she stepped back into the hall, D called to her from the doorway to the den.
“Hey, babe, could you help me with my lotion?”
“Sure.” Jen skipped down to him, taking the open bottle of sunscreen from his hand. The room already smelled like coconut oil. When she pressed a pool of lotion to D’s back, he stiffened. “Sorry,” Jen giggled. “Let me warm that up for you.”
At a quick, rhythmic pace, she worked her hands over the solid muscles of his back. The lotion heated as it blended into his warm skin. She poured more into her hand, not wanting to miss an inch of his beautiful, smooth flesh. She’d been rubbing lotion onto him all week, but always on the crowded beach or amid family at the pool. All alone in his makeshift bedroom, the act suddenly felt twenty times more intimate.
Jen wondered why he hadn’t waited to lotion up at the beach like he had the other days. She set the bottle onto the desk and massaged with both hands, pressing her thumbs up his spine and then dragging her fingers down the meat of his back. The white streaks of the lotion had been absorbed. Only a thin sheen of oil glistened on his bare skin, yet she didn’t stop—and he didn’t ask her to.
Her hands lingered at the base of D’s spine. Growing bolder, she stretched her fingers and sauntered to the sides of his waist, her fingertips rotating, moving microscopically forward. D stood near enough to the door to shut it, and without a word, that’s exactly what he did. Jen’s hands pressed forward, and she laid her palms flat against his stomach. The fingertips of her right hand skimmed the top of his bathing suit. D’s breathing became noticeably heavier.
Jen couldn’t believe he hadn’t stopped her yet. “I guess your parents could be back at any minute, huh?”
In a thick voice, he answered, “Miller’s is a long walk. We’ve got time.”
That sounded like permission to her. She dipped her fingertips under the waistband. D grabbed her other hand, pulling it to his mouth and kissing it.
Jen dove into his trunks, grasping onto him with her warm, slick hand. He was as solid as a steel pole. D pressed her other hand to his chest and groaned. Jen clung to his pectoral as she stroked his erection. He let out a strangled moan while she pumped.
She moved around to face him. Besides gaining better leverage, she wanted to get a good look at what she was working with. What she felt in her fist couldn’t be real. Her fingers stretched around him as she continued jerking at a smooth, easy pace. She slid her other hand down his abs to nudge the waist of his trunks lower. Glancing down, she let out a squeak at the sight of the impressive vessel in her hand.
They didn’t call him Big D for nothing.
She’d intended to kneel and take him into her mouth, but the hooker comment Dave had made after she’d sucked him off flashed through her mind, causing her to pause. She wasn’t ready to show D everything she knew just yet. Plus, now that she saw him in his full splendor, she wasn’t sure she could even open her mouth wide enough to fit him in. Instead of dropping to her knees, she lifted onto tiptoes and sucked on his more manageable tongue.
While she pulled his huge appendage back and forth against her bare stomach, he entwined his fingers into her hair, making funny little sounds of pleasure. Jen brought her other hand into the action and worked the three-piece set. After several minutes of
“Yep.” D nodded with a mouth full of Cheerios.
Jen poured herself a bowl. “I’ll get ready as fast as I can. What about Tim and George?”
“They’re down at the pool.”
As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Spencer left, Jen wolfed down her cereal and went straight to the shower. D jumped in after while she went to her room and put on her bikini. When she stepped back into the hall, D called to her from the doorway to the den.
“Hey, babe, could you help me with my lotion?”
“Sure.” Jen skipped down to him, taking the open bottle of sunscreen from his hand. The room already smelled like coconut oil. When she pressed a pool of lotion to D’s back, he stiffened. “Sorry,” Jen giggled. “Let me warm that up for you.”
At a quick, rhythmic pace, she worked her hands over the solid muscles of his back. The lotion heated as it blended into his warm skin. She poured more into her hand, not wanting to miss an inch of his beautiful, smooth flesh. She’d been rubbing lotion onto him all week, but always on the crowded beach or amid family at the pool. All alone in his makeshift bedroom, the act suddenly felt twenty times more intimate.
Jen wondered why he hadn’t waited to lotion up at the beach like he had the other days. She set the bottle onto the desk and massaged with both hands, pressing her thumbs up his spine and then dragging her fingers down the meat of his back. The white streaks of the lotion had been absorbed. Only a thin sheen of oil glistened on his bare skin, yet she didn’t stop—and he didn’t ask her to.
Her hands lingered at the base of D’s spine. Growing bolder, she stretched her fingers and sauntered to the sides of his waist, her fingertips rotating, moving microscopically forward. D stood near enough to the door to shut it, and without a word, that’s exactly what he did. Jen’s hands pressed forward, and she laid her palms flat against his stomach. The fingertips of her right hand skimmed the top of his bathing suit. D’s breathing became noticeably heavier.
Jen couldn’t believe he hadn’t stopped her yet. “I guess your parents could be back at any minute, huh?”
In a thick voice, he answered, “Miller’s is a long walk. We’ve got time.”
That sounded like permission to her. She dipped her fingertips under the waistband. D grabbed her other hand, pulling it to his mouth and kissing it.
Jen dove into his trunks, grasping onto him with her warm, slick hand. He was as solid as a steel pole. D pressed her other hand to his chest and groaned. Jen clung to his pectoral as she stroked his erection. He let out a strangled moan while she pumped.
She moved around to face him. Besides gaining better leverage, she wanted to get a good look at what she was working with. What she felt in her fist couldn’t be real. Her fingers stretched around him as she continued jerking at a smooth, easy pace. She slid her other hand down his abs to nudge the waist of his trunks lower. Glancing down, she let out a squeak at the sight of the impressive vessel in her hand.
They didn’t call him Big D for nothing.
She’d intended to kneel and take him into her mouth, but the hooker comment Dave had made after she’d sucked him off flashed through her mind, causing her to pause. She wasn’t ready to show D everything she knew just yet. Plus, now that she saw him in his full splendor, she wasn’t sure she could even open her mouth wide enough to fit him in. Instead of dropping to her knees, she lifted onto tiptoes and sucked on his more manageable tongue.
While she pulled his huge appendage back and forth against her bare stomach, he entwined his fingers into her hair, making funny little sounds of pleasure. Jen brought her other hand into the action and worked the three-piece set. After several minutes of
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