“Um, these costumes don’t really cling very well.” Her naked breast broke the surface of the water briefly, as she demonstrated that the tan triangle had slipped easily to the side.
“Exhibitionist,” Jess accused. “Mine stayed on just fine.”
“Mine could use a little adjusting,” Mark suggested, rubbing up against her thigh to make it obvious that his privates had also slipped out of his loincloth after their short swim.
She reached down and encircled the stray organ, and with a smile, slipped him back inside the fabric. “Down boy,” she laughed.
Mark shook his head and bent to kiss her. “Nuh-uh,” he answered.
From behind them, Casey called out, “We’re going to swim for awhile.”
Mark grinned, and pulled Jess back out of the water towards the beach.
“Right now?” she whispered, glancing at the two playfully wrestling in the water behind them.
“They’ll stay out there awhile,” he promised. “Probably doing the same thing.”
“Ew, with the fish?” she grimaced.
He pulled her into the shade of a bush and kissed her, hard. His hands roamed the wet skin of her back and thighs, trailing up between the cleft of her ass and then cupping her behind to pull her even tighter to him. When he broke the kiss, Jess’s eyes were on fire.
“OK,” she breathed heavily. “Right now.”
She pulled the tie on her bikini and he did the same, just before kneeling to suck one dark nipple gently between his lips. He bit down playfully, and she moaned. “Pick a position,” she whispered. “Cuz one of us is getting sand in their ass.”
“Missionary,” he said, and helped her lay down in the cool sand.
“You’re such a gentleman,” she said, but didn’t protest. She laid down on the sand and opened her thighs provocatively.
“I won’t be a gentleman in a second.”
Jess cried out as he entered her, and stifled herself with a finger.
“You can let go,” he encouraged, “No one will hear.” And soon enough, she did. Her heels dug in and pressed against the sand, and she raised her knees to let him in deeper. It was strangely erotic, to be pressing her feet through cool sand as he dripped warm salty water across her chest. She pressed her feet deeper into the sand until her toes met something that didn’t shift. Cold. A rock. She curled her toes around it as Mark cried out his own finish, and smiled as he wilted against her, resting his head on her chest.
Then as the fog of pleasure faded and the world suddenly took shape again around them, the sand began to itch between her ass cheeks and she gently pushed him up. He rolled to the side and she sat up, looking for her bikini top in the much-disturbed sand.
It lay just beyond her knee, and as she bent forward, she saw the rock that her foot had been massaging. Only, it wasn’t a rock.
“Oh god,” she whispered. “Mark?”
Mark had rolled on his back, but he opened his eyes at the tone of her voice. “What’s the matter?”
“Tell me that isn’t what it looks like,” she said, pulling her foot as far away from the white thing in the sand as she could.
Mark reached out and pulled the thing from the sand and stared into a pair of open eyesockets. Yellowed, bare teeth grinned back at him. Human teeth.
“OK,” he agreed, his voice cracking a bit. “This isn’t a skull.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she swore, leaping to her feet and pulling her bottoms on. “I’ve been playing fuckin’ footsy with a dead guy for the last five minutes.”
Mark dropped the skull. It rolled to the side, and he could see the back of its braincase was broken. It almost looked chewed…
“Better or worse than a spider?” he offered, but she didn’t hear. She was already running for the beach to call to the others.
In The Air
Billy and Casey moved into shallow water, both of them clumsily trying to push their coverings back into some semblance of covering as they stumbled to shore.
“What’s the matter?” Billy said when he
“Exhibitionist,” Jess accused. “Mine stayed on just fine.”
“Mine could use a little adjusting,” Mark suggested, rubbing up against her thigh to make it obvious that his privates had also slipped out of his loincloth after their short swim.
She reached down and encircled the stray organ, and with a smile, slipped him back inside the fabric. “Down boy,” she laughed.
Mark shook his head and bent to kiss her. “Nuh-uh,” he answered.
From behind them, Casey called out, “We’re going to swim for awhile.”
Mark grinned, and pulled Jess back out of the water towards the beach.
“Right now?” she whispered, glancing at the two playfully wrestling in the water behind them.
“They’ll stay out there awhile,” he promised. “Probably doing the same thing.”
“Ew, with the fish?” she grimaced.
He pulled her into the shade of a bush and kissed her, hard. His hands roamed the wet skin of her back and thighs, trailing up between the cleft of her ass and then cupping her behind to pull her even tighter to him. When he broke the kiss, Jess’s eyes were on fire.
“OK,” she breathed heavily. “Right now.”
She pulled the tie on her bikini and he did the same, just before kneeling to suck one dark nipple gently between his lips. He bit down playfully, and she moaned. “Pick a position,” she whispered. “Cuz one of us is getting sand in their ass.”
“Missionary,” he said, and helped her lay down in the cool sand.
“You’re such a gentleman,” she said, but didn’t protest. She laid down on the sand and opened her thighs provocatively.
“I won’t be a gentleman in a second.”
Jess cried out as he entered her, and stifled herself with a finger.
“You can let go,” he encouraged, “No one will hear.” And soon enough, she did. Her heels dug in and pressed against the sand, and she raised her knees to let him in deeper. It was strangely erotic, to be pressing her feet through cool sand as he dripped warm salty water across her chest. She pressed her feet deeper into the sand until her toes met something that didn’t shift. Cold. A rock. She curled her toes around it as Mark cried out his own finish, and smiled as he wilted against her, resting his head on her chest.
Then as the fog of pleasure faded and the world suddenly took shape again around them, the sand began to itch between her ass cheeks and she gently pushed him up. He rolled to the side and she sat up, looking for her bikini top in the much-disturbed sand.
It lay just beyond her knee, and as she bent forward, she saw the rock that her foot had been massaging. Only, it wasn’t a rock.
“Oh god,” she whispered. “Mark?”
Mark had rolled on his back, but he opened his eyes at the tone of her voice. “What’s the matter?”
“Tell me that isn’t what it looks like,” she said, pulling her foot as far away from the white thing in the sand as she could.
Mark reached out and pulled the thing from the sand and stared into a pair of open eyesockets. Yellowed, bare teeth grinned back at him. Human teeth.
“OK,” he agreed, his voice cracking a bit. “This isn’t a skull.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she swore, leaping to her feet and pulling her bottoms on. “I’ve been playing fuckin’ footsy with a dead guy for the last five minutes.”
Mark dropped the skull. It rolled to the side, and he could see the back of its braincase was broken. It almost looked chewed…
“Better or worse than a spider?” he offered, but she didn’t hear. She was already running for the beach to call to the others.
In The Air
Billy and Casey moved into shallow water, both of them clumsily trying to push their coverings back into some semblance of covering as they stumbled to shore.
“What’s the matter?” Billy said when he
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