Tuesday, July 11, 2006
I Want It To Be Hot 'n Slippery
You are alone at the beach. It's a beautiful, sunny day. You have walked miles to get to a secluded beach you discovered on one of your long walks. You gave me directions and told me to pretend to be a stranger. You remove your shorts and top. All you're wearing underneath is a string bikini that just barely covers the nipples of your breasts and your vulva, with a long green string winding through the crack of your ass and tied on your hips. You make a pillow of your clothes in your beach bag and lay on a towel, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin and the cool breeze stiffens your nipples.
You sit up and pull the suntan lotion out of your bag and start spreading it over your body. You cup the warm oil in your palm and bend forward, your legs bent, massaging it into you calves with great delight. You stroke your legs slowly, making sure not to miss a spot. You notice that someone is walking off in the distance towards you, and you move my hands higher up your legs, massaging your thighs in long, slow circles.
Your body glowing in the sun, you lie back and are lulled to rest peacefully by the crashing waves, squawking birds, and pleasurable warmth. The sound of footsteps crunching in the sand surprises you. Shading your eyes against the sun's glare, you see a man approaching.
You start to rub some oil on your neck, now, rubbing your shoulders. Now, the walker is next to you, offering to oil your back. You smile and nod, handing him the bottle of oil. I was a little nervous about finding you. I poured too much oil in my hands and apologizing, wiping the excess oil on my own legs. You laugh and hold your hair off your neck, offering me your bare back.
I slowly massage the warm oil into your shoulders, and you sigh with bliss. This encourages me, and I become bolder, moving my flat hands lower on your back until I am oiling the top of your buttocks. You arch your back and squirm; your breathing is faster. This is driving me crazy, too.
You lie down so that I can oil the backs of your thighs and calves. I gingerly touch the bottom of your cheeks, then move down your legs. You are sure I can see how excited you are, the way your leg muscles are tightening and tensing as I stroke a particularly sensitive spot.
As I work my way down to your ankles, you turn, propping yourself up on your elbows, facing me. You offer me your foot, which I proceed to expertly massage. You throw your head back with your eyes closed, moaning, well aware that your cleavage is exposed and particularly enhanced in this position. I massage your other foot, slowly, prolonging the activity, reluctant to finish my work.
You ask me to pour some oil in your hand, and you begin to cover your chest. You stop, then say to me, "Would you?", offering me your breasts. I eagerly scoot over, reaching out to spread the pool of oil across your chest. I sigh happily as my fingers trace around your breasts, and you can't help but gasp when my fingers quickly slide upwards and under the cloth, massaging your mounds and feeling your erect nipples.
I lean in front of you and kiss you then, a long, slow, soft, gentle kiss that leaves us breathless, my fingertips stroking your nipples all the while. "I'd like you to put your hands behind you." I murmur into your ear as I lightly finger the strings holding the cloth over your breasts. You nod, wordlessly, and my fingers quickly untie the strings, your breasts spilling free.
"Now," I say, "we need more oil." I begin massaging oil directly on your bare breasts now, and you gasp, closing your eyes, as the combination of my expert fingertips, the warm oil, the cool wind, and the position of your breasts thrust forward because of the way your hands are behind your back are overwhelming.
My fingertips trace circles around your breasts, then zero in on your nipples, which now are achingly taut. You are panting with desire, but you can only moan as I lightly teases your nipples, then cover your whole breast with my palm, cupping it, holding it, fascinated, as if we have all the time in the world.
I hold your breasts firmly and kiss them, and you're aroused by the possessiveness of the act. My hand moves upward to the back of your neck, and I hold you this way as I kiss one breast while the other hand is kneading your breast with my thumb and tongue circling your nipple.
My eyes roam all over your naked body, and you can see the squirming in my shorts where a cock is quickly growing. A moment later the crimson cap of my penis pushes up through the waistband of my swimsuit, still visibly swelling. Chuckling throatily, you slide a hand across your smooth stomach to where the bottle of oil is lying in the sand, and toss it over to me. Then you roll over pillowing your head on your crossed arms, presenting me with a wonderful view of your glorious ass. You hear the bottle cap snap off, then feel the warm liquid as it drips onto your gracefully curved shoulders, running down your spine to the top of your buttocks. After a moment's delay, you feel my legs straddling you, and the hardness of my cock against your back. I am gripping it by the base with one hand, using it to spread the slick coating of oil over your skin. Stroking it over you, I steadily move lower until I am sliding it over the soft hills of your ass, and the sweet valley in between. Your pussy is becoming inflamed, and you can feel it becoming wet with an oil of its own. I continue to slide farther down, until I am rubbing myself against the back of your smooth calves. Rolling over again, you smile and quickly rub two fingers across the sensitive nub of your erect clit, sending sparks through your entire body. Holding the bottle again, I pour more oil over your legs, your crotch, your belly, and your softly wobbling breasts. Then I begin again smoothing the oil over you with my stiff cock, this time moving upwards from your ankles over the trembling thighs, to your already-gleaming cunt. Just once, I slip the tip of my cock into the wet folds of your slit and move it upwards to grind deliciously across your clit, then move upwards again, now poking and caressing your tits. You raise your head and dart your tongue at the cum-oozing red head of my dick as it bobs in front of your face, swiping across the tip and making it quiver with delight. Holding your breasts together with your hands, you make a silky, slippery valley that I drive my penis in and out of, colliding with your wet tongue each time I push through to the other side. For several long moments I continue titfucking you, then slide downward. Leaning across you, I open the little cooler behind your head and pull out a dripping ice cube. I rub it across your heated nipples, watching them swell and grow even harder, their stiff peaks jutting up from the soft mounds of your tits. I bend over and lick at them, swirling my tongue around first one, then the other, squeezing and massaging your beautifully formed hills. I drop the quickly melting ice down into your cleavage, and trace a line down towards your open legs. It finally melts just at the beginning of your pubic mound, and I pause for a moment to admire its shape and color. The lips are flowered open, your hard clit peeking out above the glistening pink flesh. I teasingly press a finger against the entrance to your hole, and watch as the hot lips quiver, trying to draw it in. Reaching into the cooler again, I pop another cube of ice into my mouth, and roll it around for a moment before lifting your naked twat to my face. Although you knew it was coming, the shock of my cold tongue and lips against your pubis sends a shuddering wave of sensation through your body. I am ravenous, feasting at your cunt hungrily, shoving my stiffened, chilly tongue as far into you as it will go, then stroking the delicate outer petals of your pussy, then attacking the thrusting peak of your clit with my icy tongue. Our moans are combined with the lewd slurping sound as I suction the sweet pussyjuice from your wet, wet cunt. You shiver and cry out, feeling the tenseness in your body that signals a coming orgasm. It is incredibly powerful, shaking you uncontrollably as you push up against my head, forcing me deeper into your hole. As it subsides, I let your hips slide back down my chest, for a moment coming into contact with my stiff rod before dropping back onto the towel. You glance down and see it hanging heavily between my legs, engorged with blood and swollen with excitement, the tip glistening with cum. Grabbing at it with your hands you feel it quiver in your grasp, oozing still more fluid. Falling back you grab your ankles, pulling your legs wide open to show me the glistening pink target of your cunt. With a cry of animal pleasure, I thrust roughly into you, until my pubic bush is grinding against your mound. Pulling back out until only the head is held inside by your grasping lips, I piston inward again. I continue to pound in and out, sending lightning bursts of pleasure through you and becoming more and more excited as I watch your pussylips swallow me inside, seeming to reach out after my cock each time it pulls back. Preparing to come, I lift your body up off the towel and crush it to me, so that you are hanging in midair, your legs and arms wrapped around my back, your pussy impaled on my rigid cock. Our cries pitch higher and higher, and I press my mouth against yours, sliding our tongues together, as the cum begins to shoot upward through my pole. Caressing your soft, sweet-smelling hair with one hand, I grab your ass as we scream and come together, my penis shaking and spurting hot semen far inside you, while your pussy quivers and contracts around it, producing its own love juice. The moment stretches and seems to last forever, our orgasms dancing and feeding off each other. Finally I stand, still holding you impaled on my cock, kiss you deeply again, and walk down to the water where we stand and let the cool waves wash over our heated bodies.
You sit up and pull the suntan lotion out of your bag and start spreading it over your body. You cup the warm oil in your palm and bend forward, your legs bent, massaging it into you calves with great delight. You stroke your legs slowly, making sure not to miss a spot. You notice that someone is walking off in the distance towards you, and you move my hands higher up your legs, massaging your thighs in long, slow circles.
Your body glowing in the sun, you lie back and are lulled to rest peacefully by the crashing waves, squawking birds, and pleasurable warmth. The sound of footsteps crunching in the sand surprises you. Shading your eyes against the sun's glare, you see a man approaching.
You start to rub some oil on your neck, now, rubbing your shoulders. Now, the walker is next to you, offering to oil your back. You smile and nod, handing him the bottle of oil. I was a little nervous about finding you. I poured too much oil in my hands and apologizing, wiping the excess oil on my own legs. You laugh and hold your hair off your neck, offering me your bare back.
I slowly massage the warm oil into your shoulders, and you sigh with bliss. This encourages me, and I become bolder, moving my flat hands lower on your back until I am oiling the top of your buttocks. You arch your back and squirm; your breathing is faster. This is driving me crazy, too.
You lie down so that I can oil the backs of your thighs and calves. I gingerly touch the bottom of your cheeks, then move down your legs. You are sure I can see how excited you are, the way your leg muscles are tightening and tensing as I stroke a particularly sensitive spot.
As I work my way down to your ankles, you turn, propping yourself up on your elbows, facing me. You offer me your foot, which I proceed to expertly massage. You throw your head back with your eyes closed, moaning, well aware that your cleavage is exposed and particularly enhanced in this position. I massage your other foot, slowly, prolonging the activity, reluctant to finish my work.
You ask me to pour some oil in your hand, and you begin to cover your chest. You stop, then say to me, "Would you?", offering me your breasts. I eagerly scoot over, reaching out to spread the pool of oil across your chest. I sigh happily as my fingers trace around your breasts, and you can't help but gasp when my fingers quickly slide upwards and under the cloth, massaging your mounds and feeling your erect nipples.
I lean in front of you and kiss you then, a long, slow, soft, gentle kiss that leaves us breathless, my fingertips stroking your nipples all the while. "I'd like you to put your hands behind you." I murmur into your ear as I lightly finger the strings holding the cloth over your breasts. You nod, wordlessly, and my fingers quickly untie the strings, your breasts spilling free.
"Now," I say, "we need more oil." I begin massaging oil directly on your bare breasts now, and you gasp, closing your eyes, as the combination of my expert fingertips, the warm oil, the cool wind, and the position of your breasts thrust forward because of the way your hands are behind your back are overwhelming.
My fingertips trace circles around your breasts, then zero in on your nipples, which now are achingly taut. You are panting with desire, but you can only moan as I lightly teases your nipples, then cover your whole breast with my palm, cupping it, holding it, fascinated, as if we have all the time in the world.
I hold your breasts firmly and kiss them, and you're aroused by the possessiveness of the act. My hand moves upward to the back of your neck, and I hold you this way as I kiss one breast while the other hand is kneading your breast with my thumb and tongue circling your nipple.
My eyes roam all over your naked body, and you can see the squirming in my shorts where a cock is quickly growing. A moment later the crimson cap of my penis pushes up through the waistband of my swimsuit, still visibly swelling. Chuckling throatily, you slide a hand across your smooth stomach to where the bottle of oil is lying in the sand, and toss it over to me. Then you roll over pillowing your head on your crossed arms, presenting me with a wonderful view of your glorious ass. You hear the bottle cap snap off, then feel the warm liquid as it drips onto your gracefully curved shoulders, running down your spine to the top of your buttocks. After a moment's delay, you feel my legs straddling you, and the hardness of my cock against your back. I am gripping it by the base with one hand, using it to spread the slick coating of oil over your skin. Stroking it over you, I steadily move lower until I am sliding it over the soft hills of your ass, and the sweet valley in between. Your pussy is becoming inflamed, and you can feel it becoming wet with an oil of its own. I continue to slide farther down, until I am rubbing myself against the back of your smooth calves. Rolling over again, you smile and quickly rub two fingers across the sensitive nub of your erect clit, sending sparks through your entire body. Holding the bottle again, I pour more oil over your legs, your crotch, your belly, and your softly wobbling breasts. Then I begin again smoothing the oil over you with my stiff cock, this time moving upwards from your ankles over the trembling thighs, to your already-gleaming cunt. Just once, I slip the tip of my cock into the wet folds of your slit and move it upwards to grind deliciously across your clit, then move upwards again, now poking and caressing your tits. You raise your head and dart your tongue at the cum-oozing red head of my dick as it bobs in front of your face, swiping across the tip and making it quiver with delight. Holding your breasts together with your hands, you make a silky, slippery valley that I drive my penis in and out of, colliding with your wet tongue each time I push through to the other side. For several long moments I continue titfucking you, then slide downward. Leaning across you, I open the little cooler behind your head and pull out a dripping ice cube. I rub it across your heated nipples, watching them swell and grow even harder, their stiff peaks jutting up from the soft mounds of your tits. I bend over and lick at them, swirling my tongue around first one, then the other, squeezing and massaging your beautifully formed hills. I drop the quickly melting ice down into your cleavage, and trace a line down towards your open legs. It finally melts just at the beginning of your pubic mound, and I pause for a moment to admire its shape and color. The lips are flowered open, your hard clit peeking out above the glistening pink flesh. I teasingly press a finger against the entrance to your hole, and watch as the hot lips quiver, trying to draw it in. Reaching into the cooler again, I pop another cube of ice into my mouth, and roll it around for a moment before lifting your naked twat to my face. Although you knew it was coming, the shock of my cold tongue and lips against your pubis sends a shuddering wave of sensation through your body. I am ravenous, feasting at your cunt hungrily, shoving my stiffened, chilly tongue as far into you as it will go, then stroking the delicate outer petals of your pussy, then attacking the thrusting peak of your clit with my icy tongue. Our moans are combined with the lewd slurping sound as I suction the sweet pussyjuice from your wet, wet cunt. You shiver and cry out, feeling the tenseness in your body that signals a coming orgasm. It is incredibly powerful, shaking you uncontrollably as you push up against my head, forcing me deeper into your hole. As it subsides, I let your hips slide back down my chest, for a moment coming into contact with my stiff rod before dropping back onto the towel. You glance down and see it hanging heavily between my legs, engorged with blood and swollen with excitement, the tip glistening with cum. Grabbing at it with your hands you feel it quiver in your grasp, oozing still more fluid. Falling back you grab your ankles, pulling your legs wide open to show me the glistening pink target of your cunt. With a cry of animal pleasure, I thrust roughly into you, until my pubic bush is grinding against your mound. Pulling back out until only the head is held inside by your grasping lips, I piston inward again. I continue to pound in and out, sending lightning bursts of pleasure through you and becoming more and more excited as I watch your pussylips swallow me inside, seeming to reach out after my cock each time it pulls back. Preparing to come, I lift your body up off the towel and crush it to me, so that you are hanging in midair, your legs and arms wrapped around my back, your pussy impaled on my rigid cock. Our cries pitch higher and higher, and I press my mouth against yours, sliding our tongues together, as the cum begins to shoot upward through my pole. Caressing your soft, sweet-smelling hair with one hand, I grab your ass as we scream and come together, my penis shaking and spurting hot semen far inside you, while your pussy quivers and contracts around it, producing its own love juice. The moment stretches and seems to last forever, our orgasms dancing and feeding off each other. Finally I stand, still holding you impaled on my cock, kiss you deeply again, and walk down to the water where we stand and let the cool waves wash over our heated bodies.
