I want to be lying on a deserted beach with you, soaking up the sun. You ask me to rub more lotion on your pale skin to stop it from burning, and I gladly oblige. I start with your back, my greased hands sliding over your skin, between the string of your bikini bra and the tops of your briefs, moving round your sides and up from your hips to your waist, and then up below your arms. Unable to resist, they continue down beneath you, slipping up inside the skimpy bra and smoothing the cream into your soft breasts. Your nipples begin to harden as my fingertips make oily circles around them. I move my hands out onto your back again, and after re-oiling them they continue their exploratory journey around your gorgeous sexy body.
I move my attention to your feet, cupping each one in turn in one hand whilst the other massages the sun-cream into the skin. You wriggle as my fingers tickle your toes, but soon I move my hands up to your ankles, making more circles with my fingertips, before drawing my grip up your slender calves to your knees. Your head has dropped and you’re lying silently, enjoying the relaxing massage and the tactile attention. I work my hands up and down your legs, swirling my thumbs along your muscles, leaving pale trails behind them; gradually I’m moving further and further up your thighs, until I’m making elongated circles reaching from the backs of your knees to the seams of your bikini bottoms.
Adding more oil, my palms are gliding over your legs, my fingertips reaching down between your thighs and run over the thin material of your briefs. My fingers dip under the seam of the taut fabric, and you shiver as the tips lightly brush your sex, lips wet with moisture as your arousal becomes more intense. A couple more firm circles across your bottom and I stop, saying “Now the front”. With a slight pause, as you contemplate whether staying as you are would be more or less pleasurable, you roll over onto your side and then flop flat onto your back.
Re-filling my palm with cream I admire you, tall, slim, lean but curvy in the right places. Long slender legs – not tight together, but feet slightly apart, possibly intentionally – slim hips, and a flat smooth stomach and navel underlined by a tiny triangle of fabric. Your pert breasts spread flat where you lie back, each covered by another triangle of brightly covered material. I can see the small raised points of your nipples pushing against the coloured pattern, and the neck-string of the bra top tracing a line past your sand-dusted shoulders and behind your slim slender neck. Your tousled hair surrounds your beautiful features, eyes closed and moist soft lips slightly open. I move my hands onto your stomach and start rubbing the oil into your skin, slowly moving them apart until one is brushing the top of your briefs and the other tracing a line below your bra. Then I slide them further apart, one up inside your bra, rucking the flimsy top up to reveal your breasts, the other pushing your pants down to reveal your triangle of golden hair, shimmering in the sunshine. I trace an oily finger around your nipple, staring at the dark pink raised areola and gently tweak your hard erect point, making you arch your back. My other hand is pushing down through your hair, finger running down between your lips, softly rubbing the hard button of your clitoris and causing you to shiver. You draw your legs up and pull them together, clamping my hand between your thighs, forcing my fingers between your lips.
Meanwhile, your hand is reaching out to my shorts, fumbling across them until you find the bulge you’re looking for. I’ve been semi-rigid all day because of the heat – which always makes me randy – and the sight of you in your bikini; now my cock is raging and hard, straining my shorts and throbbing with desire as my fingers explore you. Gripping it momentarily, you then let go and push your hand inside the waistband of my trunks, your fingers slipping through my hair and wrapping around my solid shaft. Squeezing your chest with my oily hand, I push my other palm down on your venus and slide my fingers up inside you, your warm wet engorged lips slippery with your juices. You release your thighs and lift your hips, allowing me to push your bikini bottoms down over your thighs and away, and then I push my hand back between your legs which you open invitingly.
You’re stroking your grip up and down my shaft, pulling my foreskin back and forth, feeling the stiffness and heat against your palm and my heartbeat thumping as it pumps my erection harder and harder. I’m fucking your hand, come beginning to ooze out over my purple head as you wank me. I massage your breasts more firmly and wiggle my fingers inside you, making you squirm, and then I begin to thrust my fingers in and out of you faster and deeper, reciprocating your hand-fuck and making you writhe. I admire you, your eyes closed and tongue running around your lips, your gorgeous body, nipples hard, legs spread wide and my hands all over you and inside you. I move my fingers faster and faster, in and out, fucking you with my digits, forcing your hand to grip my cock more firmly and stroke its length more rapidly. I feel your hips begin to tremble, and push further into your depths, desperately trying to concentrate on your finger-filled cunt as I feel my own climax building.
At last I feel your muscles shudder and clench around my fingertips, juices flowing and almost spraying onto my hand as you shudder, and finally I let go myself, your fingers tightening around my shaft as I come, hot globules of sperm shooting against the insides of my shorts and then running back down over your hand, you massaging the warm sticky mess into my hair and my balls with your tender fingers. I lean back onto the sand and you roll over onto me, hand still caressing my softening spunk-covered manhood, my palm on your mons and fingers rubbing your juices across your saturated lips. We kiss and taste each others’ tongues, playing with each other and soaking up the sun.
