Story 4 #3
“Sure,” he said. He looked at the ocean and then looked back at her. He wanted to tell her that he liked her more. The way that she was looking at him was driving him crazy.
She stepped closer to him and took hold of his hand as they both looked out at the ocean.
He felt his heart beating faster as she held his hand. What was happening here? This all seemed so crazy.
She turned to look at him, and he turned to look at her.
Then, laughing slightly, she moved in front of him. She took hold of his face with both of her hands, dropping her towel, her slender fingers sliding along his cheeks.
She pulled his face down to hers. He didn't resist for a moment, and then they were kissing, their lips locked together. He was stunned by this sudden turn of events as her lips pushed against his, as he felt her tongue pushing into his mouth, and his own tongue went to meet hers.
It took him a moment to realize what was happening. As one of her hands moved behind his head, pushing past one of his ears, her fingers moving through his hair and resting on the back of his skull, and her other hand moved down over his chest, lingering on his firm muscles, it finally hit him. Whatever was happening here, it was something that he should absolutely be on board with. This was what he had wanted, this was what he had dreamed of, and it was finally happening.
His hands went to her waist then, taking hold of her, feeling her slender waist.
He pulled her to him, and she went willingly, eagerly. His cock was rising in his pants, growing hard.
One of his hands moved around behind her, taking hold of her by the small of her back.
He felt her hand moving over his chest. His hand that was still on her waist moved up slightly, feeling more of her body, his confidence growing as he did so, his desire for her taking over every part of him.
He had moved too quickly, though, and he felt his thumb brush the underside of one of her breasts, which made him fear that he had done too much too soon.
It seemed as though this idea was confirmed when she stepped away from him.
She took hold of both of his hands and smiled at him with a wicked smile that told him that, maybe, he hadn’t blown it after all.
“You’re a bad boy, aren’t you?” she said. He squeezed her hands, unsure just what kind of answer she wanted here.
“I think that we need to cool off,” she said, “how about we go for a swim?”
Without waiting for him to answer, she turned and began walking toward the water. She stopped close to it and looked out at it. He followed her, wanting her. She looked back at him, and then she pulled her dress up over her head.
Beneath it shw was wearing a tiny red string bikini. He could see her juicy, full ass perfectly, both her ass cheeks looking wonderful and so inviting. She looked back at him.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked him, and then she was running to the water, her ass quivering slightly with every bouncing step.
He stood there for a moment, trying to make sense of what was happening.
But then he moved over to where her dress was dumped, and he was undoing his shirt as quickly as possible, and then he was running into the water, following her.
She came over to him when he was just past being waist-deep in the water.
She ran a hand over his bare chest, and he took hold of her waist again. He was well aware of his cock pushing at his wet shorts and, as much as he wanted to feel her against it, something told him that he should maybe avoid rubbing his cock against her just yet.
But then they were kissing again, and it took some effort to avoid having her push her body against his.
Then she pushed his chest and kicked back into the water, swimming away.
"Catch me if you can!" she cried out, laughing, and he was after her, swimming behind her, and then he grabbed hold of her ankle, pulling her back to him, and they were kissing again, deeper in the water now. Her arms were around his shoulders, and his hands went from her waist to her ass, and then she suddenly pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around him, and he held her, the two of them together now, and one of his hands stayed on her juicy ass while his other hand slid down one of her thighs beneath the water.
He felt his cock pushing against her now as they kissed, and there was no way to hide it. But now he didn't want to hide it. Now his desire for her had reached such a level that there was nothing that he wanted so much as he wanted to feel her against his cock, to build up to the sweet moment when he would finally be inside her.
She was kissing his throat then, before she started biting it gently, and it was a wonderful sensation.
His hand on her thigh moved further up now, up past her waist, and then he took hold of one of her breasts through her bikini top now, unable to stop himself, and then he was pulling her body higher, and she was pulling herself up, and then he bent down to push his face between her breasts, feeling their softness against his face.
Then, he raised his face and looked into her eyes. She was smiling slightly, as though encouraging him, and his hand went to the front of her bikini top, pulling one side of it down, and then he looked down and saw it in the moonlight, one wonderful breast, a small, dark nipple, stiff. Her breast was shiny, wet with the sea water, and he bent down to lick it, tasting the salt of the water on it, and then he was kissing it, sucking on it. He heard her moan as he did so, and then he felt her pushing herself against the bulge of his cock, pushing her own crotch against him, and he felt as though he was close now, so close, and he wanted her more than ever.
One of her hands stayed around his shoulders, holding herself there, and the other hand went to the back of his head, her fingers in his hair again, and then that hand moved own his back, down to his ass, pushing his shorts down and grabbing hold of one ass cheek, squeezing it playfully.
He pushed his cock against her, wishing that they were both naked, that he was fucking her right there, that his cock was deep inside her. It was then that he had a sudden moment to reflect - this was it, this was really happening. He was going to lose his virginity right now, and it was wonderful, better than anything that he could have imagined.
But then she was untangling herself from him, stepping away from him. She looked down at her bikini top, at the exposed breast, as though she had no idea how such a thing could have happened, and then she was pulling it up, covering herself up again. A part of him wanted to reach out and pull it down again, exposing that lovely breast, that wonderful nipple that he’d had his lips pushed up against, that he’d been sucking on while his tongue flicked at it.
But now that moment was over. Had he done something wrong? But she was smiling at him.
“Come on,” she said, “it’ll be better on dry land.”
Then she was swimming away from him, swimming back to shore, and he followed her, his cock still rock-hard and throbbing below the surface.
They reached the shore. She skipped over to her towel without even looking back. Of course, she knew that he would be following her. How could he do anything else at this point? His cock was pointing at her as though leading him toward her.
When they reached the towel, she reached down to spread it out. He looked at her ass as she did so, looking plump and inviting. He wanted to reach out and grab hold of it, wanted to push his cock against it.
But as he was busy admiring it, fantasizing about it, she finished with the towel and turned to him.
She reached behind her back and undid her bikini top.
It slid down to the ground, and her breasts were fully revealed to him now. They were perfect. Large, buoyant, the dark nipples looking incredibly inviting.
He admired her for a moment, and then he moved in closer to her, taking her by the waist, pulling her to him, kissing her, his cock now pushing against her through his wet shorts, no way to hide it now, although he didn't want to do that anyway. Everything was out in the open now, after all.
She was pushing against his cock, her body gyrating against it, and his hands moved up to her breasts, massaging them as they kissed, and then he bent down to one of them, sucking on it, tasting the salt water on it, licking at it, while his free hand that had relinquished the breast slid around to her ass, grabbing it.
She was moaning softly. One of her hands was on his ass, pushing the back of his shorts down again, and her other hand now went to the front of his body, moving down to the front of his shorts, grabbing his cock through them, and squeezing it.
Then she was pushing the shorts down and taking hold of them properly. He had never been touched like that before, and it was better than he had imagined. Her slender fingers wrapped around his cock, squeezing it at the base and then starting to jerk him off gently.
As she was doing this, his hand left her ass and moved around to the front of her body. He began to feel her pussy through her bikini bottoms, moving the tip of one finger up and down. This was all unexplored territory for him, and he was loving it, loving the feel of her beneath his finger.
When he reached her clit he heard her moan with greater urgency, pushing herself against his touch, and he knew that was where he was meant to be, where she wanted him. But he still wanted more of this. He pushed her bikini bottoms to one side.