Upon getting back to the batch, we toss our clothes onto a chair near the fireplace. Our bodies are still damp from the dip in the sea, and she is shivering slightly. She decides to take a shower and heads for the bathroom. "How about a drink to help warm you up?" I ask, heading for the kitchen. "Sounds good" she replies, closing the door to the bath. I hear the water running as I pour us each a whisky. The clock on the wall begins to chime. Glancing at the clock, I notice the time - seven o'clock. We've been here only two hours and already have begun acting like wild animals in heat. It feels good. A slight chill passed through me and broke my into thoughts. I realised I was still naked and beginning to feel cold from the sea. Carrying our drinks, I headed for the bathroom and a warm shower. I push open the door and a wave of steam rolls into the batch. She is still in the shower, and I can barely discern her outline through the frosted glass door of the shower. As the steam clears, my view improves. I can see the profile of her body now. The smooth lines of her legs, the softly rounded area of her stomach, and the gentle curves of her breasts. The sight of her in the shower begins the arousal process in me. I set the glasses on the corner of the sink. I watch her through the glass as she showers. Her hands slide gracefully along her curves, lathering her body in the warm water. She has an exquisite body, and she is aware of it. She has always been comfortable with her sexuality, willing to explore and find what excites her.
Leaving one hand to fondle her breasts, the other hand follows the water as it runs down her body. Slowly, the hand crosses her stomach and approaches the junction of her thighs. As her hand disappears between her legs, I hear a soft sigh from the shower. I know from the sound that her hand has found its mark.
Although the shower glass does not provide a clear view, I watch as she massages her body. Slippery hands, gliding over the rolling contours and into the hidden valleys of her body. Gentle hands, teasing her breasts and pleasing the inner reaches of her vagina. I wish they were my hands. My erection has grown into a full-fledged hard-on, and it twitches with each beat of my now-racing heart. I cannot resist the urge to grab it and stroke it in time with her movements. She is not yet aware of my presence. We continue to masturbate, she on one side of the glass door of the shower and me on the other. As her hand increases in speed, so does mine, and we begin building toward our fantasy orgasms.
I watch as she continues to massage her breasts and her groin. Based upon the sounds coming from the shower, she must be rolling her fingers over her clit. I can almost feel the soft, warm, folds of her sexual lips as they envelope her fingers. Knowing her body as I do, I know she is wet and juicy now, and her fingers are sliding effortlessly into her deeper reaches. The sounds coming from the shower increase in volume and tempo. I know she is approaching an orgasm without me, but I don't care. I am in my own fantasy world on the other side of the glass. I grip my prick and continue to masturbate toward my own orgasm. Leaning back against the sink, I close my eyes and remember our lovemaking in the lake. My hand continues its travels up and down the length of my cock, stroking to the memory.
I don't know if I made a noise or if she just sensed someone in the room, but she slides open the shower door and is greeted by the sight of me leaning against the bathroom sink, jacking off. The sound of the shower door opening causes me to stop in mid-stroke. I am more than a little embarrassed and my erection begins to fade. "You naughty boy," she teases, "you were watching me, weren't you?" "Yes." There is little else I can say. "Did it make you excited?" she asks. It seems to be a silly question considering my current state of erection. "Well, what are we going to do about it?" Then, smiling, she says, "Why don't you come in here and we can 'discuss it'."
As I step into the shower, she immediately reaches for my cock and begins where I had left off. In just a stroke or two, she has me back at full erection. As I close the door to the shower, I reach for her pussy. Dipping my fingers inside, I find her wet and slippery and my fingers slide into her easily. We press our bodies close together and my hard-on pokes into her stomach. She tilts my prick upwards, catching it between our bodies, and continues stroking. Our lips meet in passion. We stand in the spray of the shower masturbating each other.
Her hand is firmly gripping and stroking my cock, from the base to the soft crown and back again. With her free hand she reaches for my balls to softly squeeze them and feel them roll in her hand. Despite our recent activity on the beach and in the sea, I have recharged and reloaded and am ready to shoot. The feel of her hand around my cock, sliding up and down the shaft, is giving me immense pleasure. As I begin building to a climax, I search for her clit to return the favour. Because she had been masturbating in the shower longer than I had been masturbating in the room, her clit is swollen with desire, and I easily tease her toward her peak.
We continue our rubbing and stroking motions on each other. As her hips begin answering my probing fingers, my hips begin thrusting my prick through her fingers. As I pick up the pace with my cock, she responds with her body. Up and down her hand slides on my cock, in and out my fingers probe in her sheath. Faster and faster our motions become, each trying to coax the cum from the other. Just as we are about to bring each other to a climax, she releases her grip on me. She breaks our kiss and pushes my hand away. "No," she says, and turns around, putting her back toward me. "What's wrong?" I ask, and then realise what she is doing. Placing her feet as wide apart as she can, she bends at the waist and grabs the shower taps. A very pleasant sight comes into view between her legs and her action needs no further explanation.
Holding my cock in my hand, I move up behind her. I rub the full length of it along her slit several times, mixing her lubrication with the juices that have escaped from the tip of my cock. We are both so aroused that even this simple action causes us to moan. I continue teasing her for a few strokes before slipping the head of my prick inside her folds. Slowly, I push forward and slide easily into her warm, wet, confines. Ever onward travels my miniature miner, searching for the deepest regions of this cavern he has discovered. The miner crawls along this tight-fitting path; probing the sides, top, and bottom of the cave; until he reaches the end of his shaft. I pause, allowing her body to adjust to the size of the intruder, before retreating. Holding her hips steady, I begin the rhythm we both enjoy so much.
As I pull my cock out, her lips grip me tightly and provide new stimulation for her clit. I withdraw until only the head remains inside, then reverse direction and plunge back into her warmth. In this position I can watch my cock travel in and out of her body. I see her lips holding onto my thickness and responding to our motion. The sight of my hard penis and her soft lips drives me crazy, and I begin moving faster.
I need to feel her body close to me, so I lean over and reach for her breasts. I find them and tease her nipples into erection. As I roll the nipples between my fingers, I continue to probe her pussy with my prick. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I feel their soft fullness and gently squeeze and caress them with my palms. As I do so, I can feel her close herself around my cock and realise her orgasm cannot be far behind. My hands leave her breasts and travel across her stomach to her pussy. My fingers explore her junction, searching for her clit. I find it and begin massaging her toward orgasm. I match the actions of my fingers to the thrusting of our loins, pushing her closer and closer to a climax. I feel her close around me even tighter and know she will come very soon.
Her climax is approaching rapidly now, and she pushes herself harder and faster onto my cock. Plunging faster and faster into her body, I rub her clit and press it against my pulsing prick. I feel my balls tighten as they get ready to release their contents into her container. Faster and faster and faster we move, until we reach our ultimate velocity. We simply cannot possibly fuck any faster. Suddenly, there is no turning back. My prick extends as far as it can into her, my balls tighten and spray the first jet of cum into her box. Her orgasm hits as she feels my cum paint her interior walls. The timing is incredible. With each pulse of my prick, I can feel the grip of her walls as we attain a simultaneous orgasm.
As I deposit the last of my cum into her depths, my legs weaken. It is only because of our position that I do not fall flat on my face in the shower. Holding her closely, I continue to press her loins against mine as our orgasm fades into memory. Reluctantly, I remove my prick from her and allow her to stand. She turns to face me and we embrace. The once-warm water begins to cool, but it does nothing to quell our passion. Her hand reaches for my dwindling cock, and she gently squeezes and strokes it. For the time being, I have nothing left to give her, but that does not diminish the pleasure I feel as she rubs my rod.
Realising the water will not be getting any warmer, we wash each other somewhat quickly, pausing to pay special attention to 'some parts'. We turn off the shower and step into the room. She grabs a couple of towels and heads for the bedroom. I take the drinks and follow closely behind. We dry ourselves as we sip our whiskies. Once dry, we wrap the towels around our bodies and lie down on the bed. I move close to her and cradle her head on my shoulder. As we lie there, finishing our drinks, we talk.
"It's really nice here at the beach", she says. "Quiet, peaceful, romantic". "Yes, it is," I reply. "It's just what we needed - some time alone - to rediscover ourselves." "And what have you discovered?" she asks. "I've discovered what I knew all along", I answer, "I've discovered that I love making love to you." "Must be something in the water", she teases, and we both laugh at the double meaning of the statement. As we laugh, the towel loosens around her. Her breasts peek out from the edges of the towel. They are beautiful breasts; soft yet firm, nicely rounded and full. Centred upon each mound is a circular brown aureole with a raised nipple at the hub. I love her breasts. I love to caress them, to tease them, to suck on her nipples and feel them grow in my mouth.
Her nipples are slightly erect as they pop out from beneath the towel, and I cannot resist the urge to fondle and kiss her breasts. Her chest heaves as first contact is made. She pushes her breasts up into my face. I kiss the perimeter of each breast, working from one to the other, climbing each mountain toward its peak. As my kisses reach the summit, her body begins shifting on the bed, and I know I am arousing her once again. My lips climb down the mountains and begin a trip south.
Travelling down from her breasts, I kiss a large circle across her chest and stomach, pushing the towel out of the way with my face. Reaching the crest of her forest, I move around the edges to her thighs. Slowly, I work my way along the top of her thigh to the knee. At the knee I move two inches inward and begin a return route toward the junction of her thighs. Skirting the area once again, I move along the other thigh in a similar manner. Twice more I take the trip along her thighs, each time approaching closer and closer to the centre of her body. With each passing journey her body responds, pressing her loins up into my face as I pass by. The towel lay completely open now, as though I have just unwrapped a gift. And I have. Peering into the centre of her thighs, I see the glistening of her sex lips, moist with anticipation. They are an open invitation to explore the nether region of her body.
I continue kissing and licking around the edges of her, slowly working my way toward the central target. Her hips rise and fall, pushing up in search of my teasing tongue. I dance away from her each time, only to return and tease again. Finally, to satisfy her longing and my taste buds, I allow her hips to place the target at my disposal. She lets out a controlled moan at the first contact of lips on lips and pushes herself into my face. Extending my tongue, I lap at her now dripping bowl and begin probing her slit. Her response is to press her loins onto my tongue. Using my tongue as a spoon, I drag it along the length of her opening and lick her juices. I love the taste of her. I could spend hours at her deli, sampling the delights of her fruit. If only my tongue were longer. Then I could delve deeply into her and taste the source of her sweetness.
Long, luscious licks of her pussy only serve to improve the quality of her offering. The taste of her is driving me crazy. I begin an assault on her clit to make her release more of her honey. I jab at her clit, rolling it on the flat of my tongue, dragging it along the full length of my tongue. Probing the edges of her lips, pulling the hood of her clit with my lips, again and again I attack. Concentrating first on the deeper reaches of her vagina, I dip my tongue far inside her. Then I withdraw to circle her clit and lick her sex lips. Lapping and tonguing at her cleft, I continue to coax her toward a climax. Around and around, I drive my tongue, licking, sucking, teasing, rolling, tasting her free-flowing juices. I want her to come on my tongue. I want to taste the juice from deep within her. I want to feel her clit grow and her walls close around my tongue.
Her breathing is rapid, and I can feel her orgasm approaching. I tongue her faster and faster, concentrating more on her clit, and she thrusts her body up into my face. Her hips are tossing on the bed, and I struggle to maintain contact. Her hands go to my head to direct me for the final assault as her orgasm hits. Her body heaves as she climaxes in wave upon wave of satisfaction. Her hips press upward onto my probing tongue, and she releases the flood gates from deep within her well. I continue lapping and licking at her, attempting to gather as much of her juice as possible. I press my lips over her sex lips and suck at her cup as her orgasm subsides. Finally assured her climax is complete, I lick her inner thighs and her outer lips for any remaining sweetness. Her sexual lips are swollen in a combination of desire and satisfaction. I gently kiss them in thanks for their contribution to my taste buds and slowly begin the trip back up her body.
Reaching her breasts, I softly suckle them and caress the fully extended nipples with my tongue. The hard tips poke at my tongue and I know I have pleased her. Her breathing begins to return to normal and she softly sighs in satisfaction. Her legs twitch in the afterglow of her orgasm and she presses her thighs together as several aftershocks strike. Arriving at her lips, I kiss her passionately and hold her closely. There seems to be a glow over her entire body and a look of ultimate pleasure upon her face. I am satisfied that I have done well.
I turn onto my back and lie next to her. Her mind clears and she raises up onto an elbow and peers into my eyes. "That was great!", she says, "but what about you?" Looking down, she sees my cock poking up under the towel. Reaching down, she gropes my tool through the terry-tepee. As she kisses my lips she pushes aside the towel, freeing my pole. Gripping my prick in her hand, she begins kissing my body. She elects to take a direct route and works her way down my body in a straight line, crossing my chest and stomach and arriving quickly at her goal. She tilts my prick up away from my body and slips the head into her mouth. We groan in unison as her lips close around the satiny crown of my prick.
She looks up at me with her soft brown eyes and begins feeding the shaft into her mouth. More and more of me disappears, until her mouth is stuffed with my hardness. Holding her lips tight around the shaft, she raises her head and withdraws my cock. She strokes my throbbing cock and licks her lips as she stares into my eyes. "How's that?", she asks. "Do you like that?" (What a question!!) "You bet!", I reply, as my hard-on increases by two sizes. She continues to stare into my face to see the pleasure as she opens her mouth and devours my cock again. Once more she stuffs her mouth full of my cock and then withdraws it. Her tongue lashes out and she laps at the head, swirling her tongue around and around the crown. She strokes my length and squeezes the shaft. As she licks and kisses the head, her lips and tongue become coated with my grease. Her eyes close as she licks my slippery cockhead and her lips.
The sight of her enjoying my cock excites me even more and I begin pumping through her hand. Her hand tightens around my cock to hold me still. Her grip makes it clear this is to be her blow job, and I am not going to do anything but enjoy it. Suits me just fine! She holds my cock and licks along the shaft to my balls. Reaching the sac, she tickles them with her tongue and strokes my shaft. She lifts my balls with her hand and gently sucks them. Despite our earlier encounters, they seem to be full of cum again. Returning her attention to my cock, she again licks her way along the shaft to the head. Once again slipping my erect organ into her mouth, she begins a sliding motion up and down my length. As her mouth engulfs my prick, her tongue wraps around the shaft, working me into a frenzy. The combination of her saliva and my juice allows my cock to slide back and forth between her lips with virtually no resistance. She is no longer looking into my eyes, electing instead to concentrate on the hard cock in her mouth.
My prick continues pistoning up and down between the oval of her lips and she cups my balls, coaxing the cum from them. As I watch her head bob on my prick, I feel the pressure building as I near eruption. I am just itching to shoot in her mouth. I always love it when she sucks me off, and I think she enjoys it as well. The feeling of a hard cock gliding in and out of her mouth, back and forth over her tongue; the knowledge that she is giving tremendous pleasure to the one she loves; the same basic reasons (with a change of equipment) that I love giving her head. She speeds up her actions on my member, releasing my balls to devote full attention to my pending orgasm. Faster and faster, she plunges my cock in and out of her mouth, relying solely on her lips and tongue to bring me off. She grabs my cock at the base to keep it pointed straight at her mouth for the final attack. Her head becomes a blur at my loins as she goes after my climax.
"I'm going to cum," I warn. I can no longer hold back the urge to assist in my orgasm, and I begin thrusting into her warm mouth. She feels my cock swell as it loads up to shoot. Having come twice tonight, the first release is a gentle spurt, landing softly on her tongue. She holds my prick lightly in her hand, almost as if she were taking my pulse. And, in a way, she is - her fingertips can detect every convulsion of my erupting cock; and each convulsion is followed by a squirt of juice that spreads across her tongue. She milks the cum from my cock; sucking and squeezing the shaft to pull it all from my balls. In a matter of moments my orgasm is over. My prick begins to go limp in her mouth and the cum stops flowing. She licks my cock clean and eventually release my softening prick from her lips. Climbing back up my body, her lips meet mine in another passionate embrace.
"Any chance of getting it up again tonight?" she asks, hopefully. "I'd love to, but you have completely drained me." "That's okay" she says. "We have all weekend. Let's get some sleep." She lays her head on my chest and presses her warm body close to mine. "All weekend" I think, "I don't know if I can take it!"
