Dozing in the sun, suddenly I feel your hands on me. The contrast of your cold hands on my warm skin wakes me from my blissful reverie. You’ve been in the water, too cold for my liking still, and you shake your head, covering my stomach with cool droplets of March gulf water.
Fingers deftly begin to tease my inner thighs, eliciting a moan from my lips. They creep closer and closer to my needy pussy, which has grown damp with desire.
My hips start to grind, urging you to slide those fingers inside. But you’re not finished teasing.
“Not yet,” comes the low whisper, as I feel your breath on my neck. Those fingers find a new place to tantalize instead, tracing slowly along the swell of my breasts. They brush across my nipples through the material of my swimsuit top. My eyes close and I sigh, feeling them harden for you like obedient little soldiers standing at attention.
My body is humming as you toy with my red hair, while soft kisses land on my neck. Every nerve ending is awake and begging for your touch.
“Not yet,” the whisper growls again. You look amused at my neediness, and I whimper a little, knowing you’ll make me wait just because you can.
Your hand reaches up to my face as you lean in to kiss me, softly at first, then growing deeply passionate as our tongues battle erotically.
Your other hand cups my breast and you break away from my mouth, moving your lips to plant tiny kisses from my neck, down my collar bone, ending at the crease of my cleavage. Your tongue sneaks down between my voluptuous tits while my hand brushes against your growing bulge. Now it’s your turn to moan.
Still, you whisper, “Not yet.”
With strong arms, you pull me into an embrace, drawing invisible swirls on my back, causing delicious shivers down my spine.
Suddenly, you roll on your back with me on top of you. Your full erection rubs against my needy mound as your plant your large hands on my firm, round ass.
The cabana hood blocks us from view of the others sitting on the beach, although I’m way past caring if anyone is looking. I move my body against yours, hoping to cause enough friction for you to give in, and nibble on your neck.
“Please, baby,” I whisper, “I need you.”
And I can feel how much you need me too, but I expect you will keep making me wait.
Imagine my delight when you roll us both over so that I’m on my back. You quickly free yourself from the constraints of your swim shorts and slide my bikini bottom over, impaling me with your cock with one swift thrust.
“NOW!” You growl through gritted teeth as you hold my hands above my hand and move in and out of my slick, swollen cunt. Slowly at first, so slow I think I will die of need. Then your pace quickens, and you are fucking me like a man possessed. I try, unsuccessfully, not to scream as I cum. My orgasm puts you over the edge and you explode, shooting your seed deep inside me.
We untangle our bodies and put ourselves back together just in time to look innocent when the beach police cruiser pulls up.
“Have either of you seen a couple acting indecently on the beach?” he inquired.
We shake our heads no. Then the office looks at your shirt, which I notice is on inside-out. He pauses for a moment as if to wonder. Then he smiles and waves before driving away. Clearly, we weren’t the couple fucking on the beach.
