His Spring Break Harem (His Asian Spring Break Harem)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

He woke with a start, gleeful laughter ringing out as he tried to figure out what was going on.

“Sorry,” said Emi as she stood over him once again, her fingers dripping with ice-cold water, “I couldn’t resist.”

He looked up at her and smiled.

“It’s alright,” he said, running his hand over his chest where the droplets of ice water had landed, “I needed to cool off a little.” He sat up on the sun lounger a little. “So, how did it go?”

He’d been watching her run around the beach all afternoon, propositioning people on the beach who looked like they might be good marks to be pitched an ice-cold beverage.

“Great,” she said, dropping down into a squat with remarkable ease, still in nothing but her bikini, the bottoms pulled up tight against her smooth body, her eyes locked on him as she dared him to look down at her breasts and further, “sold them all.”

He yelped as she quickly dipped her hand into the ice box and pulled it out, then flicked as much ice-cold water from her hand over him as she could manage, laughing hysterically as she did so.

“That’s not funny,” he said, wiping the icy water from his skin as he tried to conceal a laugh.

“Oh, on the contrary,” she said, shaking her cold hand, “it’s

very

funny.”

“Oh, is it now?” he asked.

“It is,” she said, flicking the last few drops of water at him and giggling, a sound which quickly turned to screams as

he

quickly dipped

his

hand into the bucket and flicked ice-cold water all over

her

body.

“You’re right,” he said, ice water running down his arm, “it

is

funny.”

“I can’t believe you did that!” she said, leaning back on the sand on her hands, her tight body stretched out, the cold water pooling on her hot skin.

She screamed and squirmed as he did it again, then she pounced forward and dropped her hand into the cooler and flicked water back at him, her on the sand, him on the lounger, both recoiling and laughing as they splashed each other with icy cold water.

“You win, you win,” she pleaded and Josh relented, dropping to his knees on the sand, victorious. “You win

nothing!

” she shouted, leaning in, plunging both hands into the bucket, grabbing a handful of ice and pouncing at him, taking him by surprise and knocking him onto his back. He cried out as her wet hand pressed against his chest as she straddled him, her other hand full of ice sliding up and down his bare torso.

He cried out as she teased him and he grabbed one icy cold wrist, holding her hand away from his chest as he tried to grab the one full of ice. But she was too quick and her body wriggling on top of him was too distracting, dulling his reflexes as she had her fun with him.

“Holy fuck!” he cried out as her hand slid down his body and into his trunks, her cold fingers brushing against his hardening cock as she reached in deep and dropped the ice in his lap.

She pulled her hand out and laughed victorious, rocking on top of him, the warmth of her body and the coldness of the ice sending conflicting signals to his brain as she rode him, revelling in her victory.

She flicked the last drops of ice water from her free hand onto his face. He recoiled as he reached out and grabbed her other wrist, holding both now as she remained on top of him, laughing with delight as she struggled against him, her body rocking on top of his, getting wilder and wilder until, with a cry, she overbalanced and tumbled to the side. Josh, his grip still firmly on her wrists, was carried along by the motion and rolled with her, until she was laying on her back on the sand and he was on top of her, her hands pinned to the ground.

They lay there, perfectly still, their warm bodies pressed together, both panting in the summer heat. He could feel her soft skin against her body, her sweet scent rising from her skin. Neither of them were laughing now.

He wanted to lean in, to kiss her there and then, to take her on the beach, to pull her bikini bottoms to the side and fuck her slim body on the hot sands, the sun blaring down as he slid inside her as she wrapped herself around him, holding herself close, begging him to cum deep inside her.

“Can I ask a question?” she said.

“Of course,” he said, not moving.

“Have you got blocks of ice in your trunks,” she asked, “or are you just happy to see me?”

“I…” he began before they both burst out laughing.

“It’s alright if it’s both,” she said, smiling as he rolled off of her onto the sand, “but it might not put the company in a good light if we do it in front of all our wonderful customers.”

“I guess not,” he said, as he stood up and shook his trunks, half-melted cubes falling out onto the sand. “Guess it was blocks of ice.”

“Pity,” she said, as she stood up, “guess I need to work on my sales pitch.” He watched as she slapped her ass, knocking most of the sand off before picking up her shorts and sliding them up her toned legs and pulling them tight against her firm ass.

No

, he thought to himself,

your sales pitch is absolutely perfect.