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Authors: Matt Coolomon
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on a rock with one foot raised and her little dress bunched at her waist.
There was still evidence of her having been fingered a little while earlier. He could see where her lips parted at the base of her pussy - that the tender pink folds were sort of pasted open, and deeper inside the flesh was a reddish texture and looked slick. It was obviously tacky, if not wet.
Kenny dare not say anything for fear of ending the moment. Her head was bowed but he knew she could feel his eyes riveted to her pussy. She'd undone her boot lace and measured it, and she was slowly threading it again.
A tiny droplet of fluid appeared from between her folds and it oozed to fill the slit between the reddened flesh. It was kind of milky and Kenny again wondered if her husband had fucked her when they were walking around the cove. He wondered if she was carrying a load of his semen and it was seeping from her, or perhaps it was her own lubricating fluids.
His cock was throbbing against his belly and the thought of fucking her was throbbing in his mind. It had been over a week since the last opportunity he had had for release and the load welling in his balls was heavy and causing an uncomfortable ache.
He was almost relieved when she finished tying her boot lace and stood brushing her dress down.
****
They soon arrived back at camp where Max was eating lunch. They joined him and after eating the men sat around with a few beers while Mira took a book, a bottle of wine and a beach towel over to the little rock pool.
She had come from the hut in a white bikini. Kenny watched her over her husband's shoulder and he noticed Max taking an interest as well. She had laid her towel in the sun and started applying sun-cream, and after applying it to her legs and shoulders she slipped her bikini top off.
Simon saw that Max and Kenny were continually looking over his shoulder and he turned to have a look. He was smiling when he turned back around "Do you want to take our beers over?" he asked.
"Would she mind?" Max asked in reply. He was a polite, gentlemanly type.
"She might enjoy the attention," Simon assured him.
They strolled over and Mira blushed a little as she smiled up at them. She then glanced down at her breasts and looked back up the meet, first Max's eyes, and then Kenny’s.
"Do you want some help with that?" Simon asked, motioning to the bottle of suntan-cream.
"I'll be fine thanks," Mira replied. She then squirted some cream into the palm of her hand and after rubbing it into her belly her hand smoothed up over her breasts, which were quite small. They were firm and sort of perky, with her nipples high, and right then they were hard and flicking nicely as her soft little fingers brushed over them.
The men settled around her with their beers while Mira sipped her wine. They chatted about this and that – Max was always happy to talk about birds, and apparently there were hundreds of species on the island, many of which were quite rare and difficult to find anywhere near civilization.
Kenny had claimed the spot directly in front of Mira and in addition to watching her breasts gently rise and fall upon her breath and occasionally catching her nipples jiggling when she laughed, he also enjoyed the view between her thighs.
Of course he had just seen her pussy in the flesh but he still liked the look of it cut open by the centre seam of a tiny pair of bikini pants. They were pulled up tight and her lips were split open. Her little strip of finely trimmed hair was quite prominent and he wondered if she liked the feel of the seam against her clit. It was certainly cutting deep enough to be pressing against it.
Mira went for a dip in the rock pool to cool off and when she came back the white material covering her pussy was almost completely transparent. She fussed around with her towel, getting down onto her hands and knees with her slender thighs nicely parted, her pussy opened and her pink inner-folds were revealed beneath the wet
There was still evidence of her having been fingered a little while earlier. He could see where her lips parted at the base of her pussy - that the tender pink folds were sort of pasted open, and deeper inside the flesh was a reddish texture and looked slick. It was obviously tacky, if not wet.
Kenny dare not say anything for fear of ending the moment. Her head was bowed but he knew she could feel his eyes riveted to her pussy. She'd undone her boot lace and measured it, and she was slowly threading it again.
A tiny droplet of fluid appeared from between her folds and it oozed to fill the slit between the reddened flesh. It was kind of milky and Kenny again wondered if her husband had fucked her when they were walking around the cove. He wondered if she was carrying a load of his semen and it was seeping from her, or perhaps it was her own lubricating fluids.
His cock was throbbing against his belly and the thought of fucking her was throbbing in his mind. It had been over a week since the last opportunity he had had for release and the load welling in his balls was heavy and causing an uncomfortable ache.
He was almost relieved when she finished tying her boot lace and stood brushing her dress down.
****
They soon arrived back at camp where Max was eating lunch. They joined him and after eating the men sat around with a few beers while Mira took a book, a bottle of wine and a beach towel over to the little rock pool.
She had come from the hut in a white bikini. Kenny watched her over her husband's shoulder and he noticed Max taking an interest as well. She had laid her towel in the sun and started applying sun-cream, and after applying it to her legs and shoulders she slipped her bikini top off.
Simon saw that Max and Kenny were continually looking over his shoulder and he turned to have a look. He was smiling when he turned back around "Do you want to take our beers over?" he asked.
"Would she mind?" Max asked in reply. He was a polite, gentlemanly type.
"She might enjoy the attention," Simon assured him.
They strolled over and Mira blushed a little as she smiled up at them. She then glanced down at her breasts and looked back up the meet, first Max's eyes, and then Kenny’s.
"Do you want some help with that?" Simon asked, motioning to the bottle of suntan-cream.
"I'll be fine thanks," Mira replied. She then squirted some cream into the palm of her hand and after rubbing it into her belly her hand smoothed up over her breasts, which were quite small. They were firm and sort of perky, with her nipples high, and right then they were hard and flicking nicely as her soft little fingers brushed over them.
The men settled around her with their beers while Mira sipped her wine. They chatted about this and that – Max was always happy to talk about birds, and apparently there were hundreds of species on the island, many of which were quite rare and difficult to find anywhere near civilization.
Kenny had claimed the spot directly in front of Mira and in addition to watching her breasts gently rise and fall upon her breath and occasionally catching her nipples jiggling when she laughed, he also enjoyed the view between her thighs.
Of course he had just seen her pussy in the flesh but he still liked the look of it cut open by the centre seam of a tiny pair of bikini pants. They were pulled up tight and her lips were split open. Her little strip of finely trimmed hair was quite prominent and he wondered if she liked the feel of the seam against her clit. It was certainly cutting deep enough to be pressing against it.
Mira went for a dip in the rock pool to cool off and when she came back the white material covering her pussy was almost completely transparent. She fussed around with her towel, getting down onto her hands and knees with her slender thighs nicely parted, her pussy opened and her pink inner-folds were revealed beneath the wet
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