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Sunbather

By: Alex Valentine



Every evening as I jog down the beach and the sun begins to dip toward the horizon I run bast this beautiful woman who sunbathes on our private beach. she is always lying on her back with the straps of her top undone so that she doesn't get a tan line. 

I have been in lust with her from the first day I saw her, and my fantasies include her often. I see her applying the oils to her skin as she prepares to lie down, she drips the oil upon her hands and rubs them together to warm it. The she starts at her neck circling lower and lower until she rubs her hands over the top of her breasts. 

This is where in my imagination I always clear my throat. She doesn't start, just smiles as if she was expecting me and asks if I would like to help. Of course I say as I kneel behind he and take the oil into my hands. I take a generous amount from the bottle and warm it. Then I place my well oiled hands on her shoulders and begin to work my way down her back. I run my palms in large circles growing larger until I reach the sides of her back, and then I slide my way back in using just the tips of my fingers. 

She lets out a small sigh and I know she is enjoying this. She suddenly sits up and asks if I'm going to stay long. I as if that is an invitation and she says it is. So I tell her I plan to stay. She smiles again and says that I could put some oil on, she doesn't want me to burn. She reaches over to peel my t-shirt off of me and she begins to explore my chest with her oily hands. She runs them up and down exploring, teasing, pinching every inch of my torso. 

I shiver with excitement as her hands glide down to my waist and then she giggles. You missed a spot on my back she laughs, and turns around. I shake with maddening pleasure as she brushes against my crouch as she turns, it is becoming impossible to hide my growing excitement, and I blush slightly. This only causes her to laugh again, as she prompts me to finish the back. When she turns I see the spot she was mentioning, it is where the strings of the top tie in the back.

Frustrated I pour a very large amount of oil on my hands and push it onto the missed spot, it is clear I used to much as the leftover oil begins to ooze down toward he bottoms. When the oil reaches the material it is soaked up and spread around as she shivers. Laughing I apply more oil and begin to rub it over her entire back. The more I rub the looser the oil makes the knot holding her top on until finally I simply brush my fingers over the strings and it falls apart.

Sighing again she leans back against me saying that now that she doesn't have a suit I should probably get her front. Up to this challenge I grab the oil as she leans back against me. I pour the oil directly upon her skin now and she shivers. As I begin to rub the rest of the top falls away and her breasts are exposed. the nipples are erect and taught. I begin rubbing with the area above her breasts and her neck, but with ever move I inch closer and closer to the sensitive flesh. Closer and closer to her nipples I turn, rubbing molding kneading the skin. She is moaning out loud now and squirming against me. She slides easily against me because of all the oil between us and the effect is unbelievable. 

I begin to inch even closer to her nipples now just using only the tips of my fingers. As I am almost there she sighs please and I drift my finger tips over those erect nipples. She gasps and arches her back. At this point I notice that all the oil and her squirming has loosened the bottoms of her suit, it is about to fall off and she doesn't seem to care. Interested and entirely too turned on not to I renew my efforts. Twisting and teasing he nipples she writhes upon the blanket until finally he suit comes undone and she lies there naked. I almost explode with passion right then. 

Controlling myself however I draw my attention away from her breasts as my hands wander down her waist. Drawing my hands over her stomach I tickle my way down to her outer thighs teasing the apart. She opens he legs with a sigh and a half whispered Yes please. As one hand wanders back up toward her excited nipples the other drifts downward. I slide my well oiled hand over her inner thigh, first one and then the other. She tries to guide my hand between here legs by squirming but I resist. The most I do is let my fingers barely tickle the soft inner flesh. 

My other hand is caressing her breasts but never touching her sensitive nipples, ever closer but no relief. I watch her face as I come close to both places and she draws her breath inward in anticipation. Biting her lip awaiting the pleasure, but then I draw away again. She squirms harder trying to but my uncooperative hands where she wants them, but I still resist, growing ever closer ever more closer until she finally screams and forces my hand between her legs. 

My fingers gently separate the tender flesh there and I am in side her. I slide my fingers between her lips once, twice, three times and the n I find the hard flesh that I know is there. I grab her nipple with my other hand pulling gently. The I find the small hard button of flesh between her legs an apply pressure while rubbing, it takes only a moment and she is screaming in ecstasy. Yes Yes Yes she screams as her body is racked with spasms. Again and again her body quakes against mine until finally she slumps against me quiet and exhausted.

I wonder if she sees me whenever I jog by? I wonder if she sees me spy on her from behind the ridge, reliving my fantasy again and again. I wonder I I'll ever have the courage to see if she needs help with that oil.

Sunbather



I was just minding my own business, strolling along what I had assumed to be a deserted beach. It was a nice day and I had nothing that I really needed to accomplish so I was just bumming around. 

I'd gone for a ride on my bike, spotted the sea between a couple of hills and detoured down a side track that led in that direction. Hidden behind those hills was a lovely little cove with warm golden sand, lapped by a gentle tide. 

The area seemed totally deserted and there weren't any keep-out signs, fences or gates, so it seemed a reasonable assumption that it wasn't private property. I parked my bike inconspicuously and strolled along the shore, just relaxing and communing with nature.

I'd been strolling for about fifteen minutes when I spotted her. She was back in the dunes, lying where she could get good exposure to the sun. As a side effect, I was getting good exposure to her charms. She was topless, and in my opinion breasts like hers didn't need support and it would be a crime against mankind if she ever covered them.

Fortunately, at the current time she wasn't covering them. I considered it a pity that she was too prudish to drop the miniscule bikini bottom she was wearing, but you can't have everything.

At least, I can't. That young lady seemed to have everything, but that everything she had also included what I assumed was the boyfriend; a great ugly hulk lying on the sand next to her. 

I didn't approach the pair, or even stare, although that was a damn sight harder where she was concerned. I just noted where they were so that I could be sure to pass somewhat closer on my way back. She, I idly noticed, was pointedly ignoring my passing, whereas the hulk was watching my every step. 

Anyway, I continued on my way, getting some exercise, clearing my mind of any worries and generally relaxing. I'd almost forgotten about the lovely sunbather when I turned to make my way back towards my bike. Almost.

By an odd chance my meandering stroll back towards my bike took me deeper into the dunes. I wasn't worried about surprising the sunbathing pair, because I was making no attempt to be quiet. They should spot me long before I saw them and could cover up more if they so chose. I was actually whistling quietly as I strolled along.

When I did come across sunbathing beauty it was unexpected. By me, anyway. She'd shifted her position and I found I was going to pass a lot closer to her than I had expected. 

Sunglasses are marvellous things. They let you examine things closely without appearing to be looking, and I assure you that I certainly took my time giving that lovely the once over. Unfortunately, she also had sunglasses, and although she was looking in my general direction I couldn't tell if she was watching me or not. 

For some reason the hulk was no longer by her side. Being a mannerly type I nodded to her as I passed and said good afternoon. I might have added a comment about it being a nice day for sunbathing, but it wouldn't have mattered. She wouldn't have heard me over the screaming.

As soon as I said "good afternoon", my sunbather started screaming. I was startled, to put it mildly. I wasn't even walking towards her, but past her, so she couldn't have thought that I was coming on to her. And even if I had been, all she had to do was ignore me.

Next moment the hulk came running around the side of the dune and heading directly towards me with blood in his eye. It had to be a setup for some reason, as they'd both had ample time to see and hear me coming. 

My little blonde sunbather was pointing at me and squawking and her boyfriend apparently intended to king hit me clean off the beach. Not wanting to damage his fists with my face I slid to one side as the hulk swung, resulting in him tripping over a foot I didn't get out of the way in time and doing a face plant.

I mean, really, it wasn't my fault. Neither the sunbather nor the boyfriend seemed to accept this however, and they were very vociferous in their comments.

She was screaming at him to make a mess of me. He was telling me just what he was going to do. I was backing up saying "hey, what?" and starting to feel a little narked at this unprovoked assault.

The boyfriend takes another big swing (and miss) at me and this time falls over his own damn feet. Tripped in the sand and did another face plant which he appeared to think was also my fault.

At that point, things took a turn for the worse. Cursing steadily, the boyfriend walked over to where blondie was sitting cheering him on, reached into his bag and pulls out a fucking blade. Would you believe it?

If I had had firm footing under me I probably would have just departed. With some haste, admittedly. With soft sand dragging at my feet, no way. One slip and that idiot would have been carving his initials on my back.

So while his idiot girlfriend cheered him on I waited for the hulk. He got within range and swung. I stepped inside the swing and nudged him between the eyes with my elbow, giving him a gentle hint that enough was enough.

Boyfriend reared back somewhat from that nudge and, as it was obvious that I was prepared to go on my way, I think if left to himself he would have called it quits at that stage. Instead, that damned sunbathing beauty was goading him to have another go at cutting me.

The next pass was very similar to the first. He slashed, I moved inside the blade, fending his arm off with a quick strike at the inside of his forearm and swinging my elbow. This time it connected with the point of his jaw. His coming forward at the same time helped and he just laid down flat on his back, out for the count and probably quite a bit longer.

I'm a peaceful man. I didn't look for this little contretemps. I'd just been strolling along and politely and said good afternoon to a likely lass who'd been sunbathing. The pair of them had no cause to jump me like that, especially with a knife.

He'd received his just desserts. Probably more than he was owed, but it seemed to me that if she hadn't been driving him forward he'd have quit after that first elbow to the face. I could see no reason why she should get off scot free and after all, to the victor go the spoils.

Blondie was staring at her boyfriend, yelling at him to get up. It didn't do her any good. He was taking a nice nap. By the time she realised this I was standing right next to her and it finally dawned on her that it might be wise for her to exit, stage left.

Bit late though. I was standing right there. She did make an effort. She didn't try to stand and run but simply rolled over and tried to crawl to get a bit of distance between us before standing and running.

I let her crawl. All I did was reach down and put a finger on either side of her hips. She gave this panicky little squeak and scurried along a little faster, apparently not realising that her bikini bottom had hooked up on my fingers and she was crawling right out of it.

By the time blondie twigged what was going on her bikini bottom was no longer covering her bottom, or anything else. She promptly stopped with a squeal and snatched at them, but I had a good grip and I just helped them on their journey, down and off.

Blondie now found herself on hands and knees and nude, with me standing behind her and getting a free peep show. She started swearing at me, which was something I wasn't in the mood to tolerate. I gave a hard slap to her bottom and told her to be quiet.

"I was just strolling along and minding my own business," I told her. "I politely said good afternoon as I was walking past and you had Hulk Hogan there attack me. Not a very nice thing to do. My nerves are all frazzled. Now to unfrazzle my nerves I'm going to claim the victor's prize. I expect some enthusiastic cooperation from you as I take it."

"What do you mean?" she demanded.

I sighed, wondering if she was really that dumb. Apparently yes, because when I reached down and cupped her mound she squealed as though she was a virgin being exposed to her first cock.

"You can't do that," she protested. "I already have a boyfriend."

"Who appears to be sleeping right now. Why don't you just be quiet and see how things go?"

It didn't take me long to drop my trousers. Blondie was watching me over her shoulder, her eyes seeming to get bigger and bigger as she looked at my cock.

When I knelt behind her she finally found her voice again.

"What are you going to do with that?" she demanded.

I considered her question to be rather inane and didn't answer it. My hand was massaging her pussy and she was squirming restlessly against it. I couldn't be sure if she was trying to pull away or press harder against me, but I was will to lay odds in favour of pressing against me. What the hell did she think I was going to do with my cock? Play baseball?

Blondie felt hot and wet to me. Whether she wanted it or not, she was ready for it. I spread her lips and started pressing into her.

It seemed that, until my cock was actually making its presence known inside her, blondie really hadn't thought that I was going to take her. As I pressed into her she stopped trying to see what I was doing and jerked her head around so she was facing away from me.

She squealed all the time I was sliding into her, not stopping or pausing for breath until my testicles were slapping against her labia. I paused at that point, giving blondie time to adjust to me being in her. She took a deep breath and protested.

"You can't do this," she told me, trying to sound firm. "I don't even know you. You'll have to take it out at once."

I laughed. I couldn't help it. My answer to her statement was to reach around and take her breasts and squeeze them. 

"I've already started and I fully intend to finish," I said. "And like I told you earlier, I expect your full cooperation while I take you. Starting now," I added, thrusting hard against her.

Blondie squeaked at that, but then as I withdrew and came back hard against her I could feel her lifting her bottom to give me easier entry. It didn't take long and I was pistoning in and out of her in fine style, while her bottom was bobbing up and down, happy to meet my requirements.

I was fully aware that sleeping beauty might wake from his nap at any time and I didn't think it would be wise to be still humping his girlfriend when he woke up. Accordingly, I sped things up. It would be nice if blondie could match me and reach her climax, but my initial concern was reaching mine, and I hammered blondie's poor pussy unmercifully.

Blondie was squealing and doing her best to match my thrusts. At one stage she asked me to slow down, but then changed her mind and begged for me to go harder. She didn't seem to know what she wanted me to do but was quite happy to let me do it my way.

I continued thrusting into her, hard and often. I wasn't making any allowances for her sensibilities, just taking her with a hard driving need and she was reacting accordingly, taking what I was dishing out and rebounding, offering her body up for more of the same, which I was only too happy to supply.

I was startled to hear her start squeaking excitedly, realising that despite my inattention to her needs her climax was coming up fast. That was fine by me as mine was right there, knocking at the door and about to let loose.

I climaxed and blondie screamed and climaxed at the same time. We both seemed to just collapse onto the ground then, me still inside her, our bodies just melding together. 

After a while I heard the boyfriend give a groan. He was coming out of it so it was time for me to make a strategic withdrawal. I did so, turned blondie's head to give her a kiss and then continued on my way to where I'd left my bike. I didn't exactly run back to my bike, but I felt no need to take my time communing with nature. 

Cruising down the highway I made a note to come back to that little cove sometime. It seemed a likely place to bring a girlfriend when we wanted some quiet time to ourselves.



Sunbathers



You stretch languidly, the rays of the sun soaking into your body. The sky is an electric blue, white fluffy clouds drifting lazily by. A soft breeze blows periodically, crinkling your skin into goose bumps with the sudden coolness. After the week I've had, you think, this is just the ticket. Stretching again on the towel, you settle your hands to either side of your head as you lay on your stomach, your bikini top unfastened beneath you. Gotta remember to hook back up before I get up, you think. Mustn't excite the neighbors unnecessarily by flashing them. That thought makes you giggle.

You feel the warmth of the sun over your back and legs. Too bad no one was here to do my back. Oh well. Skin cancer be damned! A cloud drifts in front of the sun, providing a brief break from the heat. You let out a contented low moan as your wriggle into the towel. Then you realize the shadow is not from a cloud. You turn, remembering almost too late about your top, to see me standing beside you. Alarm turns to curiosity as you slump back onto the towel.

"Penny for your thoughts, Luscious."

"It'll cost you a lot more than that, Red", you say through a smile, closing your eyes and settling back down on the towel.

I slip down onto the grass next to you, picking up the bottle of lotion. "Looks like you missed a spot".

I brush your ponytail aside and squirt some lotion onto my hand. It's warm from sitting in the sun. I spread the lotion across your shoulders and start sliding it down your back. Sliding my hand back up and out, then slowly up your neck to your hairline. Back down the middle of your back and out across your shoulder blades.

I squirt some more lotion, this time in a line down your spine. Your hips squirm seemingly of their own accord. Strong smooth oily strokes from your spine out across your back. Back up to your shoulders, massaging as well as spreading the lotion. You feel your muscles beginning to relax, the tension melting away as my hands massage down your back. Slowly out and down along your sides. Your toes curl slightly as my finger brushes against the base of your breasts. Down and out from the small of your back. Your hips wriggle again as my fingers slip slightly under your bikini bottoms, brushing tantalizingly against the top of your ass crack.

You suppress a small whimper as my hands leave your back and I reposition myself by your legs. You jump slightly as I squirt a line of lotion down each leg. Starting with your toes, I resume your massage, gently pressing and squeezing each toe in turn. You flex your feet upward, your toes pulling your ankles taunt as I massage the balls of your feet and your arches. "Can't miss a single spot with the sun shining like this", I say and you can hear the smile in my voice.

Moving to your heels and up to your ankles, you feel your heat building, and this time it's not from the sun. You wriggle into the towel, your hips grinding again, the tendrils of pleasure flowing up your legs. As I work your calves, you do a quick mental check of the time. Yeah, that'll work, you think. Then you let yourself drift back to the sensations radiating from your pelvis as my hands move over the back of your knees and up to the back of your thighs. You hold your breath briefly as my hand slide up to the elastic at the leg of your bottoms and down the outside. Your breath comes out as a low moan as my hands slide slowly up your inner thighs. You gasp softly as my finger brushes against your moist pussy through the fabric.

An erotic thrill races down your spine when you feel my lips against your neck. Your hips move again when you feel my hand slide down along the small of your back and under the elastic. You moan softly as my tongue flicks out at your earlobe, my lips nibbling gently.

"Not fair, Red...", you purr.

"Just tell me when to stop", I whisper, the warm air from my breath yet another sensation for your body to deal with.

You giggle softly, a musical sound that curls my toes. My hand slides under your bottoms and across your ass, moving along the contours but not yet satisfying your desires. Soft kisses trail down your neck and on back, following your hairline. Your shoulders shrug up, the sensation almost a tickle.

Realizing the neighbors might enjoy this show a little too much, you say "Wait. Let's go inside". I stand and hold out my hand for you. You demurely cover yourself with the towel and use my hand to stand. As you bend down to retrieve your top, I sneak a peek as the towel drapes away from your body.

You start toward the house and glance over your shoulder, checking to see that I'm following. Like I'm going to leave at this point! You go in the door and walk to the living room. As you turn, the towel falls away. I can see in your eyes that any coyness and reserve are gone.

I walk over to you and slip my arms around your waist, your hands sliding up my chest and over my shoulders. Our lips meet gently at first, the sweet newness of our first kiss. As my hands slide over your slippery back, however, our passions rise and the kiss becomes more intense. Each of us breathing heavily through our noses, our lips press hard together, our tongues wrestling in the excitement.

You break the kiss and move your hands to the bottom of my shirt. With a shy smile that really isn't shy at all, you pull my shirt out and begin lifting it over my head. You drop it to the floor as your circle around behind me. Your hands slip around my waist to the top of my pants. Your breasts press into my back, your skin slippery and your nipples already hard. Praise the lord for air conditioning! As you undo my pants and slide the zipper down, they slide down my legs to join my shirt on the floor.

Your hands slide up across my stomach and over my chest, your fingers tickling through my chest hair. You run your fingers through my beard, whispering in my ear "Soooo soft". I turn to face you again, our lips meeting briefly. You step back, reaching up behind your head. Your hair falls loose as you remove the hairband and you shake you hair from side to side. I can't help but notice your breasts swaying as you toss your hair.

You move towards me again, catlike, our eyes locked. Your hands move to the waistband of my underwear and you begin to pull them down, sinking to your knees as you do. A smile spreads across your face as my already hard cock pops out, bobbing slightly. I step out of my briefs as your tongue flicks out at the head of my hard cock. My fingers run through your hair as you slide your tongue slowly down one side, then back up the other. I let out an explosive "Ooooh" as you mouth engulfs my cock, sliding all the way down the shaft, sucking, pulling back up.

As my cock pops out of your mouth, I almost lose my balance. Sheepishly, I settle down onto the floor. Your crawl to me, a hungry feline stalking her prey. We kiss again before you start trailing soft kisses down my body. As you turn to face my cock, I pull your hips toward me. You raise your leg as I help you straddle my face. Mmmmm... your hot wet pussy hovers inches from my face.

I reach up, craning my neck, my tongue flicking out against your already swollen clit. I grin as you gasp then moan slightly as you start in again on my cock. I start flicking my tongue quickly and lightly over your clit, making you moan again. The vibrations echo in the base of my cock, making me moan. Those vibrations tickle against your clit and we start all over again, each other's moaning making the other more hot.

I start long, tongue-length strokes against your clit, a thirsty dog eager for your juices. You begin tip to base strokes on my cock, the tip tickling the back of your throat with each down thrust. We each grunt and moan as we pleasure each other, my cock growing even harder, the juices from your pussy starting to flow. I suck your clit in hard, pulling it away from your body. You release my cock briefly, your moan hard and intense. With your clit still sucked into my mouth, I flick my tongue over it and bite it gently between my teeth. You dive back onto my cock, sucking it in hard and swirling your tongue over it. I moan harder as you take my balls into your hand and begin to massage them. My hips raise up as your press down, each trying to fuck the other's mouth.

I slide a finger down along your pussy lips, barely separating them with my finger tip. Your juices glisten as my finger slides across your perineum and circles slowly around your anus. Then back up your pussy lips, sliding a little deeper this time. Your hips push down, forcing your clit into my mouth, my bearded chin into your cunt.

You exhale explosively as my finger slides into your hot wet pussy. I slip it in as deep as I can before stroking it back along the top of your cunt. Your head begins to bob up and down rapidly on my cock as my tongue pleasures your clit and my finger slips in and out of your pussy. You're moaning almost constantly as I slide a second finger in to join the first. One presses up, the other down, scissoring against two g-spots at once. Your juices flow freely as I sense you're nearing and orgasm.

Your moaning and wriggling excites me even more and I feel my balls begin to tighten. You suck harder on my cock as you feel it begin to throb and pulse. Sucking on your clit, my fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy, I stretch my little finger so that it pokes against your anus. Just the tip slides in, sending you over the edge. Your head moves up and down convulsively on my cock as waves of pleasure block out everything else. You're cumming sets me off, my cock exploding as the sperm shoots deep into your throat. My hips spasm up and down as my cock empties itself into your mouth. Your hips grind down against my face, forcing my fingers in deeper. Wave after wave, each of us washed away...

You collapse down against me and roll so that we're face to face. I glance down and notice little tiny hairs clinging to your lotion-coated body.

"Hmmm.... Looks like I'm shedding again."

You giggle and stifle an urge to twirl your hair. "I think we can take care of that", you say as you rise and hold out your hand for me. Leading me to the bathroom, your flash an irrepressibly mischievous smile over your shoulder.

Reaching into the shower, you turn on the water. You bend down to test the temperature and I simply can't resist. My hands move to your sweet ass, caressing and stroking it. You giggle and shake your hips. I hear the water rushing out of the shower head as you turn with that grin on your face again. You take my hand and lead me into the shower.

You stand under the rushing water as it cascades over your hair and down your luscious body. Your hands run through your hair, your eyes closed, the water splashing off of you. I place my hands on your hips and begin kissing your wet neck. Your head leans to the other side, opening up your neck for my gentle kisses. Your hands move to my shoulders and then down my back. I lift my head and our lips meet, our kiss passionate, the water running over us unheeded.

You turn me slowly as you reach for a bottle of bath gel. Soon I feel your soapy hands running over my back. Over my ass. Up my sides. Across my chest. You work up a lather as your hands travel down my torso. Your breasts press into my back as your hands move lower, your hard nipples digging into my back. I moan softly as your hands reach my already stiffening cock. You slide one hand down the shaft as your other cup my balls. I feel your lips on my ear as you start stroking my hard cock with your soapy hand. I reach back with one hand to stroke your ass, the other against the wall holding us up.

You raise your leg, wrapping it around mine, giving my hand access to your wet pussy. The water pours over us like a hot waterfall, the steam creating a dreamlike mist. You moan as my fingers reach your hot wet cunt, one finger poking gingerly between the lips. Your hand moves faster up and down my shaft. Stroking. Squeezing. Milking it, working the cum out of it. My finger slips deeper into your pussy, then starts sliding back out. Soon my finger is sliding in and out of your wet pussy, matching the strokes of your hand on my cock.

We're both moaning now, our bodies in synch as we stroke each other. You feel my cock begin to pulse. Whispering in my ear, you say "I want you to cum, Red. I want to feel your cock explode in my hand". Your warm breath in my ear, your breasts with your hard nipples pressed against my back and your hand stroking my cock all combine to send me over the edge. I slip a second finger in to join the first inside your tight pussy and push deep. My hips thrust against your hand as my cock gets ready to explode. Your fingers tighten around the head of my cock just as it begins to pulse, keeping the sperm from shooting out, making me cum harder and longer. As you release your grip and slide your hand down my shaft, my cock explodes against the wall, two, three, four blasts of cum. I begin sliding my fingers in and out of your pussy and am rewarded with the sounds of your orgasm, your soft moans loud in my ear.

You release my cock and I turn to face you. I say with a sly grin, "I don't think I've ever enjoyed a shower this much". You giggle as you answer, "I certainly agree with that!"

[BREAK]

Now it's my turn. I turn us both around so that my back is to the water. I turn you so that your back is to me and reach for the bottle of shampoo. Rubbing the shampoo between my hands I take a step closer to you. I begin rubbing the shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp, bringing your long hair into a ball on top of your head. Rubbing along your hair line. Moving my fingers up and through your hair, swirling the suds on top of your head. Pulling you back as I position you under the spray. Running my fingers through your hair, rinsing out the suds.

I reach for the bath gel as I move you out from the spray. As you did with me, I start by lathering up your back, down over your sweet ass. I step closer as I move up to your shoulders and down your arms. You feel my cock pressing into your ass as my hands slide up your stomach to your breasts. Slippery strokes over your breasts, teasingly over your hard nipples. My hands slide over and under your breasts before cupping them. My fingers massage your tits as I slide my finger and thumb to your nipples. Gently I pinch and twist your hard nipples, your hips pressing back against my cock. You've got me hot again, my cock getting harder as you slide your ass against it.

One hand stays on your breast as the other slides down over your belly. Tickling through your pubic hairs. You gasp softly as my fingers reach your swollen clit at the same time I pinch your nipple. You moan softly as my finger circles around and over your clit. You bend your knees slightly, moving your ass up and down on my cock. My hard cock slides along the length of your crack. I begin pinching and flicking your clit and nipple at the same time. Your head leans back and rests on my shoulder, your hands moving up to my neck. I lean to your ear and nibble gently on your lobe, my teeth covered by my lips. You rock up and down, back and forth, your ass sliding against my cock.

I use my whole hand to squeeze your breast as one finger slides down your wet pussy lips, barely separating them. You moan as my finger slips into your cunt on the way back up. I start fucking your pussy with my fingers, first one, then two. In and out. Faster. Deeper. Your moans are longer and louder. My cock slides up and down the crack of your ass, my fingers plunging in and out of your cunt, my hand milking you tit and teasing your hard nipple. You bend your knees down and then press back and up. My cock pops down between your legs. You grunt and press your hips back, positioning the head of my cock at your pussy. With one swift thrust, I replace my fingers with my cock, slamming it deep into your hot wet cunt. I slide my fingers up to your swollen clit, massaging it in slow erotic circles.

The feeling of my cock impaling your pussy and my fingers on your clit send you over the edge. Your orgasm weakens your knees so that I am holding you up with my cock in your pussy and my finger on your clit. Your hands reach forward to brace yourself on the wall as you grind your hips back against my cock. I grab your hips with both hands and begin fucking you even harder... faster... deeper. Your juices flow down over my cock as you cum harder still. The steam from the shower wafts up into your face as the spray from the water tickles against your back. Gasping for air, you put your forearms against the wall and rest your head on them. Your tits bounce with each thrust of my cock.

You lean heavily against the wall as I slip my cock from your pussy. Panting, you hear the water shut off. I reach for a towel and wrap it around you. Looking down at my still erect cock, you realize I hadn't cum. Noticing your gaze, I smile slyly, leading you to the bedroom.

Using the towel, we dry each other off, lingering in certain spots, arousing each other even more. Caressing, stroking, teasing each other, raising our excitement levels. My cock is rock hard stiff, your pussy almost dripping with wetness. Finally we tumble onto the bed, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss, our tongues wrestling with each other. Hands roaming over each others bodies, yours finally wrapping around my stiff cock, mine centering on your swollen clit.

I roll onto my back and pull you on top of me. Your legs straddle my waist. You place your hands on my chest and raise your hips up. A look of pure lust crosses you face as you position your cunt over my cock. Wriggling your hips, you guide the head of my cock just into your pussy. Eyes closed in concentration, you begin flexing the muscles in the walls of your cunt, undulating as my cock slides ever so slowly into your hot, wet pussy. I lean back, my eyes closed as well, swimming in the sensations as your pussy swallows my cock.

As my cock slides deeper and deeper, you settle back on your heels, pushing my cock in deeper. When my cock is fully inside your pussy, you take your hands from my chest and run them thru your hair. Your breasts dangle invitingly before my face as you massage my cock with your pussy. I lean up and take one of your nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as I suck it in hard. You moan loudly and wriggle your hips, your pussy sliding deliciously over my cock. I take one breast in each hand and begin caressing them, pressing them together, running my tongue over one then the other of your hard nipples. You begin sliding your hips forward the back, rubbing your clit against the base of my cock and thru my pubic hair. Your motions are small but make tingle radiate thru my body out from my cock.

Your pussy muscles gripping against my cock while you rub your cunt up and down make me moan, the vibrations tickling your nipples. You gasp as I bite gently on each nipple in turn, bringing you closer to yet another climax. I feel your juices running down my balls as you get closer. Leaning up and sucking a nipple hard into my mouth, I slide my hands to your waist. Grabbing your hips, I start bouncing you up and down on my rock hard cock. Each push down is met by a thrust up by my hips, jarring your whole body, making your tits jiggle with the force. I have to release your nipple when you move your hands back to my chest. Using your hands for leverage, you begin impaling yourself on my thrusting cock, dropping yourself with each thrust, slamming my cock into your cunt.

Your panting breath starts coming in raspy spurts as your start to cum again. Moaning and oooing constantly, your eyes closed as the pleasure flows out from your pussy and washes over your whole body. Seeing the ecstasy on your face, and of course the rubbing and squeezing your pussy is giving my cock, puts me over the edge as well. I grab you hips and ram my cock in deep. It explodes, spurting hot cum deep into your pussy. You moan loudly as you feel my cock throbbing and pulsing in your cunt. You grind your hips down, your pussy now convulsing uncontrollably. My head leans back, my mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.




Sunbathers



The whole thing was Margaret's idea, not mine. You could say I was more a reluctant victim rather than an eager participant. It was late spring and the weather was warming up nicely. Still too cold to go to the beach in my opinion, but it wouldn't be long.

It was a Saturday afternoon, reasonably warm, and Margaret came around with her bright idea. She wanted to go to the beach and get an early start on a suntan. 

"So go," I told her. "Don't let me hold you back. You'll probably freeze to death but you'll be a nicely tanned corpse."

"It's not that cold," Margaret pointed out. "If you're out of the wind it's actually quite warm."

"Maybe, but if we're at the beach we won't be out of the wind, will we," I said.

"Actually, we will," I was told. "I know a place where we can be out of the wind and in a secluded area. We'll be able to get a start on our tans and we'll be able to sunbath topless."

"With every man for miles around zeroing in to gawk at us. No thanks."

"I said a secluded area. We'll be the only ones around. No gawkers. I just don't want to go by myself. It's just good sense to take someone with me. And you're that someone."

"Why me? Take Brian with you. He'll be perfectly happy to escort you."

"And he'll also want to fuck me while we're there. How much tanning can I get done with him lying on top of me half the afternoon?"

"From past comments I'd have thought he'd only be in the way for a couple of minutes," I said, tongue in cheek.

Margaret giggled, called me a rude name, and kept on talking.

Eventually, against my better sense, I was persuaded to go to the beach to get an early start on my tan. I had to admit that the chance to get an early start and to be able to go topless for a while, so that I had no tan lines, was appealing. 

We headed off and Margaret did seem to have found the perfect spot. We were up away from the main beach and a copse of trees acted as a nice windbreak. Even though there were more people down on the actual beach than I had expected we were far enough away to have a fair degree of privacy.

We spread out our towels and settled down. Our tops were off, but in easy reach and, while we kept the bikini bottoms on, they may have been sort of rolled down a little to maximise exposure. To the sun. Only to the sun, I assure you. We also had a reasonable view so we'd be able to spot anyone heading in our direction and have plenty of time to cover up.

For the next couple of hours everything was fine. We didn't bother talking, just lay there, soaking up the sun and listening to music. I love smart phones. They are so convenient for times like this. No need for a radio or anything. Just plug in the earphones and you're set.

It was that stupid protective copse of trees that turned out to be the problem. We had an excellent view all around bar through the trees. We were taken completely by surprise when this guy stepped out from among the trees. We'd had no idea that there was anyone close by.

When I say we were taken by surprise, I should say that I got a surprise. Margaret got a hell of a shock. One moment she was lying there enjoying the sun and the next moment this guy is bending over her.

That's right. He wasn't just standing, looking. He was in action. He stepped out of the copse, bent over Margaret, took hold of her bikini bottom and just pulled them straight down. Perhaps I should say up, rather than down, because he hoisted her legs high into the air at the same time. In what appeared to be one second flat Margaret was naked with her legs high and wide, leaving her a sitting duck for this guy.

He must have decided on his course of action before he even stepped out from among the trees as he was already naked and his cock was standing up, ready for action. Before Margaret and I could do more than let out a couple of startled squeals he was pressing down onto Margaret. He'd hooked her legs over his shoulders to keep them out the road and he was already pushing his cock firmly against her slit while I was still scrambling to sit up.

I was absolutely horrified. Poor Margaret. I could actually see this guy's cock pushing into her, and she was squealing and telling him to stop.

Now I just know you're asking yourself why didn't I do something to help her? I was going to, honestly. I was starting to scramble to my feet to come to her assistance when another man came out of the trees.

"Help her," I gasped, thankful that assistance had arrived in such a timely way.

Then I got a better look at the second man. He was big and muscled, a lot bigger than the first man. In all ways. I could tell, because like the first man he was also naked and ready for action. The way he was smiling at me I knew just what action he intended.

"She doesn't need any help," he said quietly. "Bob will take care of her quite adequately."

By this time he was so close to me that I'd flinched back and wound up sitting back on my bottom instead of standing. 

"Take them off," he said, nodding towards my bikini bottom.

I shook my head, and I was lucky to be able to do that much. I was feeling petrified. That cock of his was just swaying back and forth in front of me. I flicked a glance over at Margaret. She was still squealing and wriggling but her new friend, Bob, had her pinned very nicely. From his point of view, anyway. Margaret didn't seem quite so happy.

"Let me put it this way," said my chosen companion. (His choice, not mine.) "You can cooperate and slide them off and we can position you for a bit of friendly fun. Alternatively, I can just pull them off and take you in the same way as your friend is being taken. Your choice."

I took another look at Margaret. Bob was now bouncing up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her. She was bent almost double and looked most uncomfortable. She was also gasping and giving little squeals every time Bob pushed into her. There was something odd about those squeals, I thought. They didn't sound nearly as distressed as when Bob had started paying her attention. 

The big question was, did I want to be bent double and bonked in that manner? The answer was a resounding no. Just too humiliating to be taken like that. Reluctantly, I lowered my bikini pants, and then I was naked. His cock seemed to know it, too. I'll swear that it twitched with approval.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked, and I damn near laughed. At my age? He had to be kidding.

"Does it make any difference?" I asked.

"Not really. I just consider it polite to ask."

"You're going to rape me and you're worried about being polite," I asked, incredulity running riot.

"Just because you're going to be reluctantly entertained doesn't mean I need to be rude about it," came the rejoinder. "Now roll over onto your hands and knees, bottom high."

I gave him a filthy look, considered screaming, and decided it would be a waste of time. We were just too far from the main beach for anyone to hear. I flicked another look at Margaret. Bob was still pounding away in a most enthusiastic manner, and I'll swear that she was lifting her hips to help him along. Tart. This was all her fault.

I rolled over into what I assumed was the required position, head down bum up. From the insulting pat on the bottom I guess that I got it right. I was waiting nervously, expecting him to just drive straight into me, the way Bob had with Margaret. Not so.

His hand closed over my mound and he started massaging me. He rubbed his hand slowly back and forth, apparently determined to make sure that I was aroused before taking me. And it was working, damn him. I knew what was going to happen - his cock was going to come ramming up me, like it or not. So my body had decided to start preparing. I was feeling hot, and it wasn't the sun doing the warming this time.

I felt his cock come sliding along my lips, pressing against my slit, and I was trembling slightly, expecting him to take me. But he didn't. He just rubbed his erection back and forth along my slit while his hands reached around me and started playing with my breasts. 

My nipples were being lightly pinched and rolled around under his thumbs and his hands stroked and squeezed my breasts, and all the time his cock rubbed back and forth against my pussy. 

I was hot and wet and waiting, breathing hard and having to bite my tongue to stop myself from telling him to just do it, damn you, do it. I squirmed slightly under him. With a bit of luck he might masturbate himself to the point of no return before he even got around to taking me.

His hand dropped back down to my pussy and this time his fingers were slipping between my lips and stroking me internally. He seemed to be touching me everywhere as he slowly explored my internal regions. I could help squealing in protest when he brushed my clitoris, but all this got me was another excruciating touch at the same place.

I was writhing under that evil man's wicked touch, and I have no idea if I was trying to pull away from him or trying to push closer. I was just writhing and squirming, all sorts of funny feelings starting to run through me. The way he was going I could very well climax before he took me and as far as I was concerned the thought was horrifying. 

I'll give him this much. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He'd build me up and then let me down, keeping my nerves on edge, but for some reason not actually taking me. I didn't know why, I was just glad he didn't.

During a couple of those down periods I was able to check up on Margaret. She couldn't complain about Bob not making it last. He was still merrily banging her, having a fine time and she seemed to be reciprocating, her hips humping upwards to meet him as he drove into her. She was gasping and squealing still, but those were definitely the squeals of a cat in heat.

Then finally I found a cock pressing firmly against my slit, pushing past my lips and into me. He made up for his slow start by driving full length into me with just a single thrust, and I became immediately aware of just how big his cock was. I'd seen it, and sort of known, but when it came charging up me I damn well KNEW.

I squealed of course. How could I do anything else? My whole world suddenly consisted of cock, inside me, big, moving, god help me.

Moving was right. Now that he'd started he really went to town. He pounded my poor pussy and I, to my great disgust, pushed eagerly back against him to make sure he went in deep. It wasn't my fault. He'd got me so worked up that I just didn't have a choice.

On top of that, it turned out that I was too worked up. I'd no sooner been given half a dozen good hard strokes from that piston of his than I lost it. I got hit by a climax just like that and I bit down onto my arm to stop myself screaming and just let it rip. Not that I had a choice. It just swept me away.

I don't know how long I was out of it. I doubt it was very long. My senses came rushing back and I became vaguely aware of the world around me and very much aware of the cock still inside me. It was just there, filling me, but not moving. Joe Blow, or whatever his name was, seemed to sense that I was back with the living.

"If you've finished mucking about," he said casually, "we can get down to business."

And he got down to business. He started pounding me good and hard. It wasn't a case of half a dozen strokes and over. He just kept on going and going. He seemed to have the stamina of a bull. And, from the feel of it, the equipment. He didn't start slowly and speed up. He just went hell for leather from that first stoke and my poor bottom was frantically bobbing up and down, trying to keep up with him.

I was vaguely aware that Margaret had been finished off. She was lying there with a slightly dazed look, but observing my performance with Joe with a great deal of interest. Bitch.

I don't think Joe ever wanted to stop. He kept drilling into me, his arms wrapped around me, holding my breasts as he took me. And kept on taking me. I could hear myself gasping and moaning, but all I really knew of what was going on was that piston inside me, doing woeful damage to me.

I climaxed a second time. I was just too sensitive down there now. The slightest touch was sending thrills into me and that cock was by no means the slightest touch. This time Joe just ignored my climax. I could sense him working away on me even while I was squealing and trying to collapse.

I came out of that climax and sure enough, Joe was still at it, sliding in deep, and I could feel my bottom rising again to let him go even deeper. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

A little bit of my attention managed to drift over to Margaret and she was looking impressed. Whether it was with my performance or Joe's I couldn't say, and there was no way I would ever ask. Joe's performance very quickly brought my full attention back to him. 

I was gasping and squealing softly. I knew I was going to climax a third time and that it was going to happen pretty soon. I was shocked at myself. I'd never experienced anything like this before. I don't know if I ever wanted to again.

"Third time's the charm," I heard Joe gasp softly, and then he was speeding up. If asked, I wouldn't have believed it possible, but he did. Then he was climaxing and I came for a third time, and I could feel hot liquid splashing deep inside me even as I climaxed.

This time when I got myself together I was alone with Margaret. 

"They're gone," she told me. "As soon as that guy finished with you they just up and left."

She looked at me thoughtfully.

"That guy really gave it to you, didn't he," she observed. "I'm glad he wasn't here last week."

Last week? What the hell did she mean about last week?

"What do you mean, last week?" I asked, suspicion rampart.

"Oh, I came here last week to start on my tan and that guy Bob jumped me. That's why I wanted company. I figured he wouldn't dare bother us if there were two of us. I didn't expect him to have a friend."

If I'd had the strength I'd have killed her.



Sunbathers



You collapse down on top of me, your head resting on the pillow next to mine, your panting breath echoing in my ear. My arms wrap around you, holding you tight. You purr like a lioness as my cock slips from your soaked pussy. You settle down on your side next to me, my arm still wrapped around you, your head resting on my chest, your bent leg over mine. We lie still for a moment, trying to catch our breath. We both know, however, that this is just a brief rest. You glance down to notice my penis has not gone all the way down. A short rest will bring it back to life. And as hard and as often as you've already cum, you know there is more yet to cum....

After a bit, you feel ready for more. You glance at me and then down at my cock. Hmmmm. But you're not quite ready, you think. Rolling over and reaching into a drawer in the nightstand, you pull out your vibrator. Good thing I just changed the batteries, you think, smiling to yourself. I raise myself up on one elbow when I hear the buzzing start. Your eyes are closed as you run your little friend over your breasts, down your belly, down between your legs. As you sit with your back to me, you lean back against me, allowing your legs to open invitingly for your toy and providing me a bird's eye view over your shoulder. You squirm slightly as you move the vibrator over your clit. Your head leans back and I take the opportunity to nuzzle your outstretched neck. You slide the vibe over your clit and down to your pussy. Moaning as you go, the vibrator slowly disappears into your cunt. My hands move around to tweak your nipples as I watch fixated, the vibrator sliding s! lowly in and out of your pussy.

It doesn't take too much more of this before my cock rises to the occasion. You have me soo hot and soo horny that I'm hard again in minutes. You feel my cock poking insistently against you and open your eyes. Smiling you say "I knew that wouldn't take long if I gave you a show."

You turn off the vibrator and set it on the bed next to you. Leaning forward, you move to your knees, your head resting on your arms on the bed. I can't help but grin as your pussy opens up invitingly before me. I get up on my knees and slide my hands over your firm ass. I take my cock in one hand and slide the head between your pussy lips. I'm rewarded with an animal sounding moan that comes from deep inside you. Sliding my cock ever so slowly into your hot wet pussy, I reach around and pinch your swollen clit. Your breathing picks up, already excited by the exhibition and the vibrator. I begin a slow steady rhythm, my cock sliding deep inside the back out so that just the head remains in. Your hand replaces my at your clit as I move to place one hand on each of your hips. Driving my cock in and out of your pussy, my hands moving your hips up and back.

I slide one hand over your ass cheek and down the crack. You moan louder as my finger pokes gently against your anus. My cock slipping in and out of your pussy, my finger pokes gently with the same pace against your anus. Each poke a little deeper than the last. Seeing the vibrator on the bed gives me an idea. I slide my cock all the way out of your pussy, a little whimper escaping your mouth. The whimper turns to an animalistic grunt when I press the head of my cock against your anus. You moan as the head slips in, the almost painful sensation forcing the sound from your lips. I leave just the head in to allow you to get used to having your asshole stretched. Erotic anticipation floods your mind when your hear the familiar buzzing start again.

I slide the vibrator down your back, a tickling sensation that makes your squirm. As you squirm, my cock slips in a little deeper into your ass. The vibrator slides down to the small of your back. Squirm. Slip. Down your thigh on the outside, then up the inside of your thigh. As my cock slips deeper and deeper into your ass, the vibrator no longer tickles. Your squirms are no longer reactions that cause you to jump but slow, sensuous movements that push my cock purposefully into your ass. The different sensation has not brought you closer to the climax you pursued with the vibrator by yourself, but put you on the path to an entirely different climax. Your pussy aches and pulses in anticipation of cumming very, very hard.

I slide the vibrator slowly up your inner thigh. When my cock is fully inside your ass, I slide the vibrator over your clit. Your moan is loud and explosive. After almost shouting, your moans come in waves, interrupted only by your panting gasps for air. The pitch of your moans moves higher as I slide the vibrator down your pussy lips and slip it into your cunt. The deeper it slides inside you, the better I can feel it shaking against my cock. I pause for a second, the vibrator buried fully in your pussy, my cock parked deep in your ass.

I start sliding my cock slowly out of your ass, each tantalizing inch sending waves of pleasure thru your body. With just the head remaining inside, I start to slide the vibrator out. For each inch the vibrator slide out, I slip my cock back into your ass. You can't decide which to push against, the front or the back, so you just wriggle your hips from side to side, creating delicious friction against both.

In...

out...

front...

back...

slowly picking up the pace, your body rocking with each thrust. You feel your orgasm nearing and know it's going to be big. You moan, loudly, gasping for air as the sensations washing over you take control. I can feel the vibrator rubbing against my cock as the pass each other.

In...

out...

front...

back...

I slide the vibrator deep into your cunt and leave it there. You feel it starting to slide out so you move your hand to hold it in. Grabbing your hips, I start fucking your ass harder and faster. I can feel the vibrator deep inside your pussy as the vibrations travel from your pussy to your ass. I can feel my balls tightening as your moans and grunts feed my fire. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as my cock begins to pulse.

You're oblivious to everything but the phallic penetrations of your cunt and ass. Your toes curl and you hold your breath as the orgasm begins to wash over you. Wave after wave rock you, your mouth open but no sound coming out. Your eyes are closed tight but you still see red flashes as the waves of pleasure reach tidal proporations. Cumming, you want to say, but your breath is trapped in your lungs. In the distance, you hear someone grunting and moaning and realize it'' me, filling your ass with whatever cum is left in my balls.

Finally, your breath explodes from your lungs, a bestial moan of pleasure escaping as well. You feel again the vibrator in your cunt and my cock throbbing in your ass and even more waves rock you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you feel a cramp in your toes from curling them too hard and too long. Just when you think you wonder how long this heaven will last, you feel me move the vibrator to your clit, the humming sensations electrifying every cell in your body. The orgasm that seemed to be ebbing roars up again. White dots appear before your eyes and you feel yourself falling into the darkness behind the dots.

When you open your eyes, the bright sun forces you to close them again. You glance at the watch on the towel next to your head and realize you must have dozed off. You carefully refasten your bikini top before raising yourself to your knees. That's when you notice the very large wet spot on the towel where your crotch had been. Smiling to yourself, you also notice that your bikini bottoms are saturated. Wanting to remember this dream for quite sometime, you head inside... and go directly for the vibrator in the nightstand next to the bed.



Sunbathing



Johnny Myckus enjoyed sunbathing. It got his body beautifully tanned, he did not believe that at the age of 24 he would ever get skin cancer, and it showed off his rather spectacular muscular development which had taken a long time and a good deal of trouble to acquire. It served as Johnny's bait, a conversation opener, for the unsuspecting college girls upon whom he preyed. Johnny also hoped it might show off his slightly less publicly displayed, but just as developed, sexual endowment. Unfortunately, after three weeks at the beach where his friends had told him he would score within two hours, he had neither seen nor had a chance to talk to what he considered a really hot chick hell! he hadn't talked to any decent looking girl at all!. 

The girls he had chatted up were either under developed, in Johnny's expert opinion, or over-developed and far too old for his taste she-it! his thoughts ran, some a them wimmen must a been at least thirty-five!

But, at the beginning of his fourth week and getting mighty close to time for his return to the junior college where he coached men's soccer and basketball, as well as weight-lifting, Johnny was lying flat on his back, stretched out, with the obvious lump in his tight-knit trunks visible to the absent throng. He had long finished oiling his muscles and was almost asleep, when a lovely voice said in his ear,

"Hi. Are you Johnny Myckus? Some of your friends said you might be on this beach." 

Johnny was far from rude to anyone with a voice like this, and he quickly rolled over, his eyes closed. Before he got to his knees preparatory to rising, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Lie back down, Johnny. I want to admire your ... muscles some more." He flopped back over, almost forced to recline by that voice. The tone of voice implied that the owner had been admiring more than muscles. Johnny's mind considered the voice he hadn't opened his eyes, not wanting to spoil his instant illusion that the owner was beautiful to be teasing him, and he knew damn' well she hadn't been looking anywhere but at his crotch. His "lump" twitched.

"Ooh, Johnny, that's cute! Can you do it some more, perhaps at my place?" 

Judas Priest! ran through his mind, this is a ready hottie if I ever knew one. 

He dared to squint through one barely open eyelid, prepared to close it instantly before she could see that he was awake, if the voice turned out to belong to a dog. It did not. Johnny leapt to his feet, very carefully so that his body brushed very, very close to the girl's. So close, indeed, that he "accidentally" bumped her breasts with his head and his chest, and, oddly enough, his pelvis happened to wind up against her mound.

"Oh, please excuse me! You startled me," he apologized, meanwhile turning slightly so that he rubbed against her again.

"Oh, that's...all right, Johnny. Why don't we go get something to eat, we may need the energy?" she asked, as she accidentally yeah? thought Johnny rubbed against him. Johnny decided that he could certainly stand something to eat, but what he and the girl were contemplating were probably not the same thing. 

"Sure, there's a stand down the beach a ways. You wan' a soda, or what?"

"Well, I'll tell you, I have an apartment nearby, there's probably something to drink better'n soda, an' it's probably gotten cold by now in my fridge. Let's go for that, huh, Johnny?"

Yeah, I go for that! was Johnny's thought, too. He bent to get the beach towel and when he straightened up he got a really good look at the voice.

The girl was just a little bit older than Johnny liked, but she was a really gorgeous babe! Her breasts looked firm, although with a halter around them he could be fooling himself, but her butt....whoo, boy, what a lovely ass! He appreciated the action of her cheeks under the tight shorts as she walked slightly in front of him down the beach, and he saw more than a few envious glances from various males as the two of them passed. Johnny followed her God, he didn't even know her name! up onto the grass inland of the sand, over a dune and to a grey-blue Lexus SUV, which she unlocked and into which she waved him. Money and good ass! was Johnny's inevitable kine of thought.

"Oh, I forgot, I suppose you don't know me, Johnny. My name's Jeanette, and I've heard a lot about you. I think you're trainable, since I've heard how hard you worked at your...uhm... muscle...building." 

Johnny did not pick-up on the "trainable," but wallowed in what he thought of as praise and appreciation of his efforts to achieve muscle stardom. He also was certain that Jeanette had referred to his growing reputation as a cocksman, a title which he had been awarded by bis friends some years before. He thought more of that than their admiration of his muscles.

"Uh, well, Jeanette, sure, if you've got a cold one in the fridge, I'd be the last to turn it down." Yeah, and if you've got a hot one in those shorts, I'd be the last one to turn that down, either.

Jeanette seemed to get the gist of what he was thinking, for after she backed the SUV skillfully onto the paved road, shifted and accelerated swiftly away, she spread her legs in the short-shorts and wriggled her butt on the hot seat.

"Kinda warm in the sun, isn't it, Johnny?" she asked, innocently.

"Yeah. Since I got my tan, I could maybe use something cool...." He let that sentence dangle deliberately.

Jeanette smiled broadly, and said quite casually, "Y'know, Johnny, sometimes something hot goes better if it's really hot, don't you know?"

Johnny's hopes and his penis began to rise suddenly. He was constrained by those too tight trunks, and did a bit of squirming before he could get it into a comfortable position without actually placing his hand on it. Jeanette seemed to watch his convolutions with glee from the corner of her eye. She was driving fast, and she was a good enough driver that she concentrated most of her attention on the road, but she certainly had an eye on Johnny's manifestation. It seemed to Johnny that this girl, old as she might be, was very, very interested in the same thing he was beginning to think was a definite probability. 

I'm gonna get laid, he thought.

"Maybe..." Jeanette paused so long that Johnny thought she was reading his mind, "...you'd like a shower, too, eh, Johnny?"

Thoughts of two naked bodies in a shower crossed his mind, but he just said, trying not to drool, "That'd be real nice, Jeanette."

"I bet so. I might take one, too, after you are ...." She didn't finish, but Johnny had become so engrossed watching her right breast jiggle as she shifted gears that he hardly heard what she said.

"Sure," he said, getting more and more worked up. His restricted penis felt as though it was going to burst the material of his trunks, its head rubbing against the loose nylon jockstrap adding to his arousal, but making him need to pee really badly.

"Is...it much further, Jeanette? I gotta go to the boy's room real bad." Johnny considered himself very sophisticated to have come up with that. He was still suffering, and his balls were boiling, now.

"No, Johnny. As a matter of fact," she whirled the SUV to the curb and stopped with a jerk that almost made Johnny wet himself, "we're here."

Johnny did not take the time for an appreciation of the landscape he was really hurting but followed Jeanette as fast as he could as she opened the door and held it for him. He didn't even admire the sway of her butt this time.

"Straight ahead, second door on the right, Johnny!" she cooed. He had never heard angels, but that sounded angelic to the relieved Johnny. He dashed to that door, entered and without closing the door, whipped down his trunks (with difficulty, considering the obstacle), almost peed in his face, but managed to relieve himself with a great rushing of waters for probably a full minute.

"Whew!" he exclaimed. "That was a help, gal!"

"Uh-huh, and you'll be a help to me in a few moments, too, Johnny!" The voice sounded a bit different to him. Johnny turned to behold the girl standing in the doorway, nude. He noticed with a quick up and down glance at which he had become expert that she was shaved, and with considerable shock that she was bald. He knew he'd seen a full head of hair on her just a few minutes ago!

An odor was assailing his nostrils, and he felt his relaxing penis begin to rise again, As he sniffed, not knowing that he was doing so, his penis became fully turgid and throbbed excitingly as Jeanette spoke,

"Like that scent, Johnny?"

"Yeah, What...?"

"Come along, Johnny. I'll let you in on a little secret if you'll come with me." Gone was all thought of a cold beer, even, for several moments, of putting his cock into this broad. Johnny followed meekly, his penis still rigid, his balls drawing up into his belly.

"Johnny, lie down right here." "Right here" was a divan, a narrow, oddly configured couch, very broad and slightly cupped in the middle, rounded down to the floor at the edges., so that anyone lying in it would not tend to roll off, but it could also be straddled it without discomfort. .

Johnny, feeling woozy, was glad to oblige. He had a glimpse of Jeanette, but his mind refused to accept the changes to her face and figure he was witnessing. Her face and entire frontal aspect had narrowed into what Johnny thought of as a fox-face, her figure was less curvaceous and had slimmed considerably. There was that odor again, stronger, and Johnny felt himself starting to fall through the scent into sleep, to dream of that smell, and to desire it feverishly. His body bounced on the divan and lay still.

"Jeanette" completed the transformation to her real shape and gazed for a moment at Johnny's body before she set to work. With supple, powerful fingers and some strangely shaped instruments and tiny things that buzzed she worked over his body for some time, at last emitting an almost human sigh, as of a difficult job well done.

Johnny had no idea how long he had slept, but he awoke to the same Jeanette he had thought so changed, bending over him solicitously. She was still the same voluptuous girl, still naked and apparently waiting for his caresses. He wanted her very much. His penis began to rise as he looked at her and he felt strong desire for her body. All memory of that fox-face was wiped from his mind. He grinned at her, hoping that she would reciprocate. 

"Lie there for a moment, John. Watch me, O K?"

"Yes."

Jeanette began a slow undulation of her belly muscles and hips. To Johnny's instant appreciation, her bare quim opened and close in rhythm with her belly muscles, and his mouth began drool. He wiped the spit from his lips with his tongue, which seemed to have lengthened, for he could reach the tip of his chin. He could see his tongue as he licked up his own cheeks in an increasing heat and desire. Johnny had always considered any man who would "go down" on a woman a queer, but now his tongue was swelling a little as he contemplated licking at Jeanette's quim. The thought came unbidden that she would be very, very tasty.

Jeanette's breasts had begun to sway to her belly's rhythm, and what with trying to watch those lovely orbs with their stiffening nipples, her gyrating belly, her waving arms and oddly twisting fingers, as well as her snapping labia, Johnny was becoming as aroused as he could ever remember being. None of the young quiff he had sniffed at, dazzled with his muscles and poked into with his cock at the college had ever done this to him.

Through his dazzled view of Jeanette came her voice.

"Johnny, you and I shall make love. Get up, my dear."

Johnny arose without realising that his tongue was almost as rigid as his penis. Jeanette reclined gracefully on the divan, looking almost hungrily at Johnny's bouncing penis. In an instant Johnny was on his knees, his lips pressed against Jeanette's ankle bone, his lips and swollen but supple tongue kissing her as she lay back sensuously. He wanted to caress and lick at her lovely skin all the way to the joining of thigh and belly, where something special awaited his mouth.

"Slowly, John, slowly. Enjoy this, have more to...do than just this."

John continued licking and sucking on her succulent flesh as he progressed slowly toward his goal. For some reason he had forgotten what exactly was awaiting him, but he knew that it was a pleasant and very tasty reward for devoted effort. He was enjoying the journey, although his penis was now so rigid that it was beginning to hurt a little, and he felt the need of some relief. Again, his mind was not working (although he did not know this) and he could not envision of what such relief might consist. The sensations communicated to his brain from his tongue, though, made up for his discomfort. 

At last! Here was a moist, appealingly scented opening, satiny skin surrounding it, into which his elongated tongue could plunge, and, oh wonders! a little nub just above which he very much wanted to lick as well. The oozing juices made his taste buds sit up and beg for more, and when he licked at the nub, he heard an angel's voice above say,

"John, good...more...that's good, John. Do it some more!"

He quickly obliged, finding that above all things he desired to suck, lick and kiss at this scented opening which kept giving him lovely juices to lap. He was not really very long at the pleasant duty, though, before Jeanette's angel tones, suddenly turned urgent and rough, came to him.

"Ah, uh, yes, yes, yes, ooh, yes, yes, ugh, ah," and her hips thrashed so that John placed his big hands on either hip-bone to steady her and save his mouth and tongue from being dislocated. Her juices came in spurts onto his lapping tongue and he felt amply rewarded, save that his rigid cock ached and itched and throbbed.

"Come up, John, you need me," moaned Jeanette, and that odd phrase had John balancing his body above her slender form, his hips gyrating so that his aching cock might find the entrance which his mouth had just departed. His penis found and angrily entered the waiting, slippery, satin smooth opening. John pushed hard, his cock needing the relief which only this could give, but he was surprised to encounter stiff resistance for second. Jeanette gave a little squeak and embraced him tightly as he moved back and shoved with all his hips' strength.

"That was a cherry, Johnny," Jeanette said weakly, "I think that's what it's called?"

"Uh, yuh," but Johnny was too busy thrusting and withdrawing, seeking that relief which he felt his pulsating penis had finally been afforded. He felt the semen boil in his tightly drawn up balls, and then, as Jeanette screamed in his ear, his penis exploded. What felt like solid rods of semen jetted into Jeanette's quim, and Johnny felt as though his entire penis had come loose and was about to stay within her quim, which was now convulsing and tightening around it. His tongue of a sudden wanted to be where his penis now pulsed, and he felt as though his tongue was ejaculating. But Jeanette was exerting firm suction on it with her mouth, and Johnny could feel her tongue caressing his. His penis and his tongue were, like the rest of him, in absolute cocksman's heaven for about another minute. Then...

"Johnny, dear, you can get off me, now. You've given me all you have to give for the moment. I like the feel of it inside me. "

"What...what...?"

"Now, Johnny. You've been a cocksman long enough. You're mine, Johnny, and if you miss a little of yourself here and there, you'll cope, Johnny. I love the way you handle that long tongue, and that's what we'll have to work with from now on." 

Johnny felt incredulously at his crotch. His balls were there, but where he had once sported a nine inch penis was. . . nothing. His exploring finger didn't even find a hole. He looked at Jeanette in dawning horror.

"Oh, you can excrete, Johnny, but it will all be through the same hole, my love. You can continue to excite me, too, dear. If someone at our college asks what happened, you had an emergency operation, a very serious operation, for cancer, which had riddled your 'equipment.' And you won't want to shock those young things with your mouth and that nice, long, thick tongue, will you, Johnny? Just me to love, for a long, long time! You're lucky, Johnny, that I didn't need your testicles, aren't you?"

John looked forward to a long life of no nooky. He smiled. At least his tongue would please this new mistress.



Sunbathing



I've always been a church going girl; a "real" Christian. But I, like many young adults have raging hormones that I let get the best of me. It all started sophomore year in college. It seemed that the cheerleading team had made it a goal to "break the girl." They wanted to change me from the "good, virginal girl" to "one of them."

They told me I should read "Mr. Maybe," which I did. I then started reading other books that if some of my other friends found out I were reading I would be exiled from the group. I eventually started signing onto erotic literature websites and rubbing myself to other's sexual encounters. The cheerleading squad successfully "broke me" but they didn't know that: I kept up the "virginal" reputation throughout high school.

I am now in graduate school and live at home. And most people still think that I am this good innocent girl. But they don't know the real me.

My parents and two younger brothers left the house to run errands. This left me alone, by myself. Seeing that I cheer at my school I have extremely bad tan lines: the shorts, the socks, the tank tops. So I went outside to sunbath, naked. 

All of the sudden there was a shadow above me and the last time I had looked there were no clouds to be seen anywhere in the sky. To my surprise, after looking up, I saw my 45 year old, married next-door neighbor with a huge bulge in the crotch of his pants. This wasn't your average bulge. I could tell that his cock was huge and long and very hard. My nipples immediately perked up and I could feel myself starting to get wet.

Mr. Smith started taking off his sweaty work clothes and I sat up in anticipation. Right then and there we were both naked. He sat down next to me and put his rough dirty hand over my breast. "I have dreamt about this since you moved in here six years ago."

He bent down and kissed me passionately and I moved my hand slowly down his defined chest to his throbbing rod only to feel it pulsing in my hand. "Wait," he tried to say but it came out as a moan. After pulling my hand off of him he took a deep breath and tried again, "Wait, I want to feel you around me." 

He situated himself on top of me and slid smoothly inside of me. He was the biggest I had ever had. He felt so good. As he was thrusting in and out of me when another shadow came over us.

This time it was his wife. "Jack how could you? We always said that if either one of us had the opportunity we would share it together."

Before he could argue I began to reach my climax and was moaning in delight. I sat up and realized what was going on and was not nearly done. In the bright, midday sun I pulled Mrs. Smith to the ground and slowly pulled her clothes off. Her toned, tan stomach was more that I could take. I began kissing her on her neck and slowly made my way down to her navel. It was there that I paused and didn't proceed until she moaned her complaint.

I spread her legs when I finally made it there. After taking a deep breath I moaned at the thought of what she would taste like. I couldn't help but lick her slit to see how she tasted and grunted at the satisfaction. Flicking her clit with my tongue and pumping my fingers in her hole I was in heaven and from the sounds she was making she wasn't about to complain. 

As I continued this I could barely take it any more. I couldn't believe how hard her clit was becoming and that was only adding to the pain I was in. I needed to be relived once again but couldn't stop. I couldn't bring myself to pull away from her beautiful body.

Mrs. Smith began bucking and thrusting her clit into my face and I loved ever minute. When she finally came it was harder than I ever had and ended up all over my face. 

While I am still recovering from this beautiful event I feel her pull my legs apart. Then her fingers moved over my clit. She could feel how wet I was. "I would have never guessed you to be one to shave, let alone to tan naked. I love how golden your lips are. She pulled my lips apart and thrust her tongue onto my clit and licked me from one end of my slit to another. 

"Faster," I begged, "Harder," I was out of breath this time. Her tongue was most experienced and I loved every minute of it. She lapped up my wetness and in doing so only produced more. She moved my clit up and down and right and left and by this time I was thrusting my twat so hard into her face and I couldn't control myself. 

"Oh My God... Oh My God..." I hear myself moaning and my body tense. I know that I will soon climax and she takes her fingers and thrust them inside of me. It was then that it was all over with. My body was throbbing and thrusting and I could not move. I feel myself climax harder than ever before and realized how much I wanted to do this again and again.

She fell next to me and our short breaths coincided. When we finally caught our breaths and were able to speak again she said, "My house tomorrow night eight o'clock" the stood up naked in all her glory, walked to her house and shut the door.



Sunbathing



The sun was hot on our sweaty, semi-naked bodies as we basked in the hot summer sun, Jacque's rock-hard naked titties were pointing at the wide blue sky, the nipples firm. Her hips were hunching slightly as the sun worked its sexual magic on us. As I watched, her aureola and nipples began to swell from the heat being generated in her loins; my cock began to stiffen, causing the pouch of my g-string to bulge, her hand moved across her chest wiping the sweat from her titties, causing a slight catch in her breathing as she brushed the nipples.

Through slitted eyes, I watched Jacque's hand creep down her oiled body to the skimpy thong that barely covered her heart shaped pubic hair and the shaved lips between her legs. Her fingers came to rest at the junction of her legs and began to lightly stroke herself.

Neither of us was paying any attention to the other couple about 50 feet away as I watched my lover begin to lose herself in the rhythm of her rising passion. Her hips began to squirm and move as her finger teased the clit through the thin covering.

She must have heard my breathing change, because she turned her head toward me and opened her beautiful brown eyes. My eyes were drawn to her soft kissable lips as the tip of her tongue licked the sweat from her upper lip. I raised my upper body to my elbows and watched closely as she spread her legs slightly. The skimpy material seemed to suck into her soaking wet cunt baring the naked lips on both sides.

My lover rose and kissed me pulling me down as her tongue danced over my face, then began to work her way lower. I felt her hard titties slide down my belly as her teeth found my nipples. Her wet mouth covered my chest and neck with licks, nips and bites as I began to squirm. I lay there with my eyes closed, hoping she would go lower, afraid she wouldn't because if the openness of the park. Aware that she was fully in charge, I allowed her to pull me to my left side.

I trembled when I felt Jacque's fingers at the hook on the side of my G-string. The sudden nakedness of my cock brought me to full rock hardness when she pulled the black silk aside. The sun on my cock was like heaven as my anticipation leaped.

Her tongue licked the full length of my hardness and down to my balls. Her mouth took each of my testicles into her hotness as her hand pumped my hard cock. The warm cradle of her mouth was accentuated as her tongue caressed my swollen sac. She allowed my balls to pop wetly from her mouth then shifted her attention to the head of my cock. She took just the head, letting her sharp teeth catch in the groove. Her tongue traced a path around the mushroom of the head, then tried to worm its way into the hole in the tip. I didn't dare move too much as she kept a grip with her teeth. Her hands cupped my ball with a slight pressure.

I began to smell musk of her sweet hot cunt and opened my eyes. Jacque had shifted her position, putting her pussy next to my face, but just out of reach of my mouth. One leg was raised allowing me to see that the material of her thong had been pulled to the side baring her naked cunt to my eyes. She asserted her mastery of the situation when I tried to catch the protruding pearl of her clit with my mouth by rolling her hips back out of reach. When I wouldn't stop my efforts to lick her steamy pussy she bit down on the head of my cock to bring me into line. When I stopped trying to lick the dew from her cunt she eased the pressure of her teeth and sucked me deeper into her throat. 

Her legs spread further to allow her better access to her naked cunt. Her clit protruded from the spread fingers as she massaged her sopping wet slit. She buried two fingers deep into her honey hole, causing her body to shudder. Her mouth opened wider and her throat relaxed, allowing me to slide fully into her until I felt her soft lips on my hairless pubes, Her mouth fucked me slowly, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat with every down stroke of her head.

I was in heaven, buried in her hot mouth and her naked hairless slit just inches from my face as her fingers worked the steamy folds. I could tell from the grunts and moans that she was almost ready. I had a beautiful view of her puss as her orgasm wracked her. The strength of her orgasm seemed to turn her pussy inside out as she sprayed my face and chest with the hot mist of her come.

She rotated her hips toward me and pulled my hungry mouth to her wet cunt. I tried to lick as much of her musk as I could swallow, while she hunched wildly at my face. Another spasm took her as I continued to tongue her hot pussy. As the orgasm eased she slumped to the blanket, allowing my cock to pop from her mouth. I slowed the action of my tongue, to allow her to back away from the intensity of the orgasm.

Opening my eyes, I lifted my head and was slightly embarrassed when I realized that we had forgotten there were other people close to us. I relaxed when I saw the naked lust in the stares of the other couple. Laying spoon style, he had pulled her bikini top down, baring her large pink tipped breasts allowing his hand to tease and pinch while her hand was busy in the bottom of her suit.

When my lover herd caught her breath, she reversed her position and pushed me onto my back, my hard cock waving in the air. She plastered her tiny titties to my chest and kissed me deeply. Her mouth sucked my tongue just as she had been doing to my cock moments before. She reached between as and guided my cock into her honey-hole. As soon as she had impaled herself, she pulled her long tapered dancers legs up under her and squatted over me. 

Using only the strength of her legs, she began to fuck me. She clamped her cunt muscles tight and then began to ride me. She rose until I would almost pop out of her, and then slam back down. Her hard little titties were bobbing and jiggling in the warm sun, the nipples swollen to almost an inch long. The slapping of our hairless pubes had to be audible to the other couple. 

Jacque's soft brown eyes were glazed with lust as she fucked me, bucking and riding my slippery cock in her single-minded pursuit of her orgasm. The tempo of her strokes speeded, the slapping of her crotch on mine louder and harder. Her lusty moans became louder and longer. Her orgasm caught her in mid-stroke, every muscle in her body instantly rigid. As the waves came she collapsed on my chest, the spasms of her pussy squeezing my rigid cock from her. 

She snuggled down next to me as she recovered, her hand seeking my still hard cock. She began to stroke me, keeping my cock stiff. As soon as she could breathe she slid down to my throbbing dick. This time she positioned herself so she could watch the other couple as she took me into her talented mouth. I turned my head to watch them also as she swallowed me deep into her throat. 

Still side by side, he had stripped her bottoms and was fucking her from the rear. We both had a good view of his thick cock hammering into her. One of her hands was mauling the bounty of her huge tits and the other was frigging her swollen clit. 

My lady's mouth began to keep pace with them as we seemed to become one with them. As his pace increased, so did Jacque's mouth on me, I could feel my cock hitting the back of her throat as my jism started to boil. His long cock slid out of her as they both began to come, his spunk squirting into the thick red hair of her pussy. Jacque lifted her head and let my come cover her face as she finished me with her hand.

Jacque crawled into my arms and kissed me, whispering moans of satisfaction. The warm sun took over as we relaxed an enjoyed the view of the other couple as they remained naked. 

This actually happened June 1988

Written Aug 1991



Sunbathing



It was hot, hot and sweaty, far too hot for housework and in fact just the sort of day to take advantage of Adam's new six foot tall privacy fencing and do a spot of nude sunbathing on the lawn.  Nikki needed to top up her tan anyway for when they went on holiday next month, so it wasn't as if she'd be wasting the day. At least, that's how she justified things to herself when she collected together her blanket, book and sun cream before installing herself on the close cropped grass of her back garden.

 Nikki was slightly above average tall, solidly built, black haired and brown eyed, with skin that tanned easily and naturally, her colouring a legacy of distant Turkish ancestry. With her colouring came a tendency to hairiness, her pubes a thick black wiry thatch that extended higher up her belly than most did, as well as scattering dark hairs at the top of her thighs and around her anus. Before she went on holiday in a bikini, she reminded herself, she would need to bring that aspect of her appearance back under control with a good waxing.  But today there was neither bikini nor anyone to see her, so it didn't matter.

 The sun held no terrors for her, but she still took the sensible precaution of coating herself liberally with high factor sun protection. She was far from mole free and skin cancer was one of her acknowledged horrors.  Anyway, the feel of her own hands running over herself as she massaged the cream into her skin was always unexpectedly sensual, almost erotic, and had more than once led to a much more determined pleasuring.  The feel of slippery hands, even her own, massaging her full breasts with their rubbery nipples made her eyes close with pleasure. Today though, she just wanted to relax and read while the sun did its work and she resisted the ever present temptation. 

 She preferred sunbathing nude, the sense of freedom along with that vague feeling of naughtiness appealed to her adventurous side.  She loved too, the way an errant breeze could make her dark nipples respond and raise little goose bumps that were then soothed away by the warmth of the sun.  What better way to spend a hot afternoon – just so long as she remembered to turn over from time to time and not cook either her front or her back.  She didn't burn easily, but she could still get painful sunburn if she really overdid things.

 She was soon deep into her book, a novel portraying the German occupation of France, identifying herself with the resistance heroine, feeling as if she too was fighting to free her homeland, with even the warm sun on her bare bottom turned into the heat of fires from a burning German fuel dump and the sounds of traffic on the nearby road converted into the clatter of tank tracks as a baffled enemy tried ineffectively to seek out his tormenter.  So lost was she that the click of the gate brought momentary terror as thoughts of leather coated Gestapo officers come to haul her off for interrogation ran through her mind.  In a blind panic she jerked around, covering herself desperately and ineffectually with her hands and looking uncomprehendingly at the suburban garden that had somehow replaced the vineyard.

 "Well, I don't usually frighten people like that when I visit them." 

 The words of English and the amused tone of voice brought Nikki back to the present day and she gazed at her Aunt Bridget with sudden recognition.

 "I'm sorry, Auntie Bridget." She gasped out, still trying to get her head on straight.  "I was absolutely miles away.  I thought for moment that you were the Gestapo." 

 Her aunt raised puzzled eyebrows. "I won't ask why, but if they do ever call I just hope that you don't greet them dressed like that." She looked pointedly at Nikki's nakedness. Aunt Bridget was not known for her liberal attitudes.

 Nikki glanced down to where her hands still only half covered her 'naughty bits' and blushed. She offered the book in explanation, baring her breasts just long enough to hold the book up but still cupping her pubes in embarrassment. 

 "I don't know why you're bothering, girl."  Her aunt's voice carried that same amused quality as before. "I've probably seen more of you than you have.  You forget that I used to change you and bath you as a child."

 "But I'm twenty-three now, so I'm not a child anymore, Auntie." Nikki told her hotly, putting her hand back across her front.

 "No, that you're certainly not. But you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself either; you've developed a good figure, be proud of it."

 "True, and I am." Nikki conceded, removing her hands but still keeping her legs firmly pressed together. She was still not comfortable about being naked, feeling a little like a young girl caught being naughty by an adult.

 Bridget looked at the wine.  "I tell you what, why don't I go get second bottle and another glass and then we can relax together, yes?

 Nikki knew instinctively that her aunt was diplomatically giving her a chance to dress discreetly, but contrarily she decided to remain nude. It was after all, she told herself, her garden to dress in how she pleased; guests should accept her habits and not the other way around.

 When Bridget returned she found Nikki laying on her back, defiantly relaxed, one hand by her side and the other shading her eyes so that she could study her aunt's expression as she approached.

 "Good."  Bridget said with a note of satisfaction. "Now you won't mind if I do the same, will you?

 The question was rhetorical, but Nikki would have been too surprised to answer even if any such was expected.  She lay opened mouthed as her aunt began to unfasten her front buttoned dress.  Nikki had always considered Bridget to be a more than a little old fashioned, certainly more conservative than her forty-eight years would imply, and yet here she was stripping before her niece, apparently with a complete lack of concern.

 Nikki watched, fascinated, as Bridget let the dress fall from her shoulders to reveal a quarter cup bra and hi-cut panties. Judging by those undies she had obviously misjudged her aunt, and badly.  Bridget reached around her back and unclipped her bra, shrugging to allow it to join her dress pooled around her feet.  Her breasts were full and round, higher than a woman of her age had any right to expect and tipped with long, pale pink nipples, each set in a large pale aureole that emphasized their candy colouring.  She hooked her thumbs into her waistband and pushed her panties down, leaning sideways and stepping each foot out in turn, leaving Nikki embarrassingly captivated by the delicate puff of blonde hair that covered her aunt's pubes. She couldn't help but stare.

 Bridget was not a 'proper auntie', or any blood relation, she had married Nikki's father's childhood best friend and became an 'auntie' by adoption. That was why she did not carry the family's trademark almost black hair and dark complexion.  She was in fact a genuine platinum blonde with fair skin and blonde eyebrows and lashes. A marked and beautiful contrast to her olive skinned 'niece'.

 "Well?"  Bridget asked.  "Will I do?"

 Nikki pulled herself back into the real world.

 "Sorry, what did you say?"

 "I asked you if I would do. You were giving me such an intense once over as if you'd never seen a naked woman before." 

 Nikki blushed as she gazed up at this tall, well built blonde Amazon who now stood before her, still wondering how her frumpy aunt had managed to hide that sexy body all these years.  

 "I'm sorry Auntie Bridget." She said eventually. "I guess I just hadn't expected you to take your clothes off."

 The explanation was close enough to the truth to suffice.

 Bridget smiled enigmatically before she lowered herself onto the blanket next to her niece and lay back with a contented sigh.

 "It all goes to show that you never can tell, doesn't it."

 Nikki looked across quizzically.

 "Let's just say my husband likes me to hide my light under the proverbial bushel."

 Nikki still didn't quite understand and her face said so.

 "What belongs to Ralph belongs to Ralph; especially when it comes to his wife and he believes that nobody else should even get a hint.  That's why I have to behave a little more reserved than I might actually feel."  

 Bridget cocked her head to one side, silently asking if Nikki understood. She did.

 "Oh, I didn't realize."  

 What else could she say?

 "Never mind. How about pouring a drop of that wine?"  Bridget asked, changing the subject.

 Nikki did as she was asked, finishing the original bottle between them as she thought about this mature but clearly sexual woman who lay beside her. Her curiosity had been fired and she was dying to ask if her aunt and uncle were as reserved in private, but even after the wine she had already consumed that was a step too far.  She passed the wine to her aunt without speaking, knowing full well that any attempt at small talk would almost certainly come out badly.

 "Thank you." Bridget took the glass. "Have I surprised you?"

 "You have a bit."  Nikki acknowledged. "You get an image in your head about someone and it's difficult to accept when it's wrong."

 She paused for a moment, considering what she wanted to say.

 "But somehow I always felt I had more in common with you than my mother, so maybe I suspected something."  She shrugged as if to say that she wasn't sure, conscious of her breasts bouncing a little as she did so.

 "Well, thank you for that."  Bridget smiled.  "I'm afraid I burn easier than you, so do you think I could borrow a of your little suntan oil?"

 "Borrow? You mean I get it back later?" Nikki teased her aunt, feeling suddenly at ease with someone not as stuffy as she imagined.

 "Ok, I mean will you give me a little of your suntan oil? – please."  Bridget added the exaggerated 'please' to forestall another tease, or so she thought. 

 "But I don't have any."  Nikki told her, deadpan.

 "What's that, there, in that tube?"  Bridget pointed.

 "That's not suntan oil." Nikki told her aunt in mock seriousness, then smilingly relented when she saw the confusion of Bridget's face. "It's sun cream. But you're welcome to that if you want some."

 Bridget took a playful swipe at her niece, missing deliberately before taking the proffered tube.

 "I should have known." She said ruefully.

 Nikki propped herself on her elbows to watch Bridget apply the cream, pausing occasionally to sip her wine.  For some reason the sight was fascinating to her and she felt unable to look away, though her aunt didn't seem to mind, or even notice.

 Sitting cross legged on the blanket Bridget squeezed a little cream into the palm of one hand and began to rub it along the length of the opposite arm, spreading and massaging the cool liquid into herself with long strokes of her gracefully slim hands and working from her upper arms down to her hands.  Her arms done, Bridget worked on her face, using long elegant fingers to give protection across her forehead, down her nose and cheeks, finishing under her chin. Nikki watched intently, still not sure what the attraction was, but unable to look away.  Eventually Bridget caught her gaze.

 "What is it?"  She asked.

 "Sorry, I'm staring aren't I?"

 "Don't worry; I like to think I'm still worth a look, even heading for fifty."

 As she was speaking Bridget had pooled more cream into her palms and had begun on her shoulders and upper chest, her movements making her breasts sway seductively.

 "Auntie Bridget." Nikki told her seriously. "If I look half as good as you when I get to your age, I'll be very pleased with myself."

 Bridget smiled and then gave her niece an undisguised appraisal. 

 "Seems to me that you've already made a good start." 

 Bridget began now to apply cream to her breasts, massaging them and squeezing them with undisguised pleasure, lifting each with one hand to reach beneath with the other before holding each and letting her grip slip off over her nipples, nipples that seemed to grow in length before Nikki's eyes.  Her niece watched, the thought growing in her that maybe her aunt might be coming a little bit aroused, perhaps from what she was doing, but also possibly from the fact that she had an audience. She felt her own nipples respond in answer and felt confused from this unexpected reaction, covering up by draining her glass and turning to the unopened bottle.

 "Refill, Auntie Bridget?" She asked, screwing the opener into the cork and trying hard not to see any sexual connotations in the action.

 "Thank you, Nikki."  

 Bridget was now working on her abdomen, her hands sliding back and forth and making her breasts sway once more.  Her aunt's stomach, Nikki noticed, was not washboard flat, but was slightly and very pleasingly rounded, just enough to give it a soft, feminine appearance and to allow her fingers to briefly make little furrows in the flesh as they passed.  Nikki felt a warm flush race across her face as she watched.

 This is silly, she told herself, wondering why seeing her middle-aged aunt coat herself with sun oil – no, sun cream, she corrected herself angrily, - should interest her so much.  Perhaps she was seeing, in her aunt's reactions, the same responses that sometimes triggered her own arousal when she put on sun protection.  But whatever the reason, there was a vague fluttering in her belly and an indistinct knowledge of dampness in her pussy.

 Bridget moved on to her legs, raising first one and then the other, bending them at the knee to let her reach her feet and ankles, but in doing so giving Nikki a glimpse of her pussy.  It was a neat pussy, Nikki noticed, the rather puffy outer lips neatly enclosing everything else and just allowing her a glimpse of the pale pink flesh they enfolded, beautifully in tune with the fluff of blonde hair that surrounded it.  How unlike her own dark crimson slash that was surrounded by a veritable jungle of wiry black hair, with batwing lips and a long sensitive clitoris that always seemed to be peeking out from under its hood. She realised with a sudden adrenalin jolt that she liked her aunt's pussy.

 Her aunt was doing her thighs – long shapely thighs, strong thighs, muscular but still feminine thighs; the kind that every man would love to get wrapped around him.  Stop it, Nikki told herself, stop thinking such things and stop staring at your own aunt.  She's a woman and almost part of the family as well for God's sake.  But Nikki's heart was still beating faster than it should and her pussy was still feeling moist, and she knew it.

 Another squirt of cream into her palm and then Bridget reached between her legs.  Nikki's heart missed a beat, whatever was her aunt doing, didn't she know how good it looked to see her massaging her own pussy, even if it was just to coat it with sun cream?  Bridget looked at Nikki and that vaguely amused look returned to her face.

 "Don't you do that bit?"  She asked her niece. 

 "Sorry Auntie Bridget. I'm staring again aren't I?"  Nikki managed to summon up a neutral but friendly smile of her own and forced her words to sound natural through dry lips.

 Bridget finished massaging herself and fiddled in her bag for a tissue to wipe her hands on.

 "You can get sunburn on those parts too, you know." Bridget chuckled at a painful memory.  "And believe me; if you do you'll walk like a duck for a week or so."  

 "Will you do my back please, dear?"  Bridget rolled onto her front, her request catching Nikki by surprise.

 "Yes - yes of course." Nikki reached for the tube, startled by a sudden jolt of happy anticipation.

 Bridget lay flat on her stomach with her legs splayed slightly, rested her cheek on folded hands and closed her eyes, totally relaxed. Nikki looked at her comfortable, unpretentious pose and wished that she could be as confident of her body image as her aunt. Perhaps it would come with age, but she knew that right now she would be very self conscious if she had to lie naked under another woman's hands. She shrugged mentally and squeezed cream into her hand, then sitting beside her aunt and leaning over she dribbled the lotion onto the skin. In a strange way she was looking forward to her task.

 Her aunt's skin was sort of like her own, but not quite. It was just as soft and smooth, just as feminine, but somehow because it belonged to someone else it felt nicer, the contact more exciting, maybe even a little taboo, though it should have had no more overtones than applying makeup for someone.

 From her position sitting to Bridget's right and supporting herself on her left arm to use her right hand it was easy for her to work from the top of her aunt's back and go downwards, starting across Bridget's shoulders and then down her spine and spreading outwards to cover her entire back, applying the cream with her the flat of her fingers and then smoothing it into her aunt's skin with the palm of her hand, the intimate contact making her tingle with illicit pleasure.

 Having eventually finished her back, and having taken as long over it as she dare, Nikki shuffled down the blanket to start on her aunt's legs.  There she started behind each knee and covered the calves and ankles, massaging the cream into the smooth flesh firmly but gently, trying to put off the moment when she would be touching the back of her aunt's thighs.  It wasn't because Nikki didn't want to run her hands up and down Bridget's thighs, but because she did.

 Nikki had always considered thighs as a rather personal bit of anatomy; parts that are kept covered for the most part, and rarely touched by anyone except a lover. She was also still a little intimidated by her aunt, someone she had grown up to respect and look up to, and now here she was about to massage cream into the backs of those forbidden thighs.  She was a little bit scared, and she understood that, but her heart was beating faster then pure nerves would account for, and that worried her.  The fact that her nipples were like little peas and her pussy was melting also worried her; she just couldn't understand why it should be.

 Aunt Bridget's thighs felt as firm and smooth as they looked.  Nikki's hand ran along the back of each in turn, starting once more at the knee but this time running north, taking care not to stray too far along the inside, especially as she got near the top.  She enjoyed doing it, but she was very conscious of the intimacy it generated and she felt oddly relieved and disappointed in equal measure when she could legitimately extend the task no longer.

 "I see." Bridget looked over her shoulder at Nikki who was putting the top back on the tube. "So you think my backside is immune to sunburn then, eh?"

 Nikki's face flamed in embarrassment. Somehow she had totally missed her aunt's bottom. It had just never occurred to her that she would be required to touch that part of her aunt's body and now she felt confused and self-conscious about it.  Her hands literally shook with awkwardness as she silently unscrewed the cap once more.

 This was the first time ever that Nikki had touched a woman's bottom, not counting her own, and she was surprised and pleased at how soft and curvy it really was.  Each cheek seemed like a firmly full pillow as her hand slid over, inviting her to knead and massage it more than was strictly necessary. She couldn't help it, she just had to fondle and squeeze her aunt's buttocks as she applied the cream. She knew full well what she was doing, and felt almost ashamed to be taking pleasure from her chore, but Aunt Bridget's flesh felt so nice that she couldn't stop herself. 



 She wondered if she was becoming turned on, sexually aroused by touching her aunt, and she felt mortified inside from the possibility, but it felt so good.  She massaged the soft flesh some more, her thumb slipping easily into the cleft between the two pillows, helped by the fact that her aunt had opened her legs just a little further. It was not enough to be obviously deliberate, but enough to make Nikki wonder.  




Sunbathing



Squeezing once again as her thumb dipped in between her aunt's cheeks caused them to open briefly, exposing her rosebud, pale and crinkled, to Nikki's view.  Nikki held her breath, waiting for Bridget to complain, but no complaint came and she did it again, deliberately and a little harder.  This time not only was her aunt's anus in view but the action momentarily separated the lips of her pussy, showing Nikki the shiny pink interior.  

 Nikki instinctively snatched her hand away, feeling sudden shame in knowing that she had intentionally tried to take advantage and peek at her aunt, her middle-aged respectable aunt. Nikki was thoroughly startled and even a little alarmed by her own actions. She had managed to cover her hand's hasty removal by pretending grab at a non-existent insect on her own stomach, but she didn't have the courage to touch her aunt again. 

 "There you go Aunty Bridget. You can fry in safety now."

 To her own ears her voice sounded tense and squeaky, but Aunt Bridget didn't seem to notice and that was all that mattered.

 "Thank you, dear.  Lie down and I'll do you, because I'm sure you didn't do your own back properly. And it's time you had a replenishment anyhow."

 'Replenishment'. Nikki giggled to herself at the odd use of the word as she laid herself flat on her stomach, the idea of refusing her aunt's request never entering her mind, not that she would have wanted to in reality. She lay on her stomach because the turmoil in her mind wouldn't let her do otherwise, both wanting and dreading the feel of her aunt's hands on her back.

 Bridget didn't kneel to one side as Nikki had done; to her profound surprise her aunt straddled her back, obviously intending to use both hands to apply the cream.  She was, she realised with sudden excitement, in the nude and between the legs of another naked woman.  This very fact made Nikki's heart speed up, as she became conscious that Bridget's exposed pussy was suspended just above her naked back.  The stray notion came that if her aunt became turned on, then a wayward spot of pussy juice might land on her unprotected skin. It was, she knew, a silly idea, but Nikki closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, savouring the unexpected thought and feeling her pussy go from moist to wet.

 The sun was warm on her back but she still shivered a little with delicious expectation as she heard her aunt squeeze sun cream onto her hand.  It was cool against her skin, cool and slippery, letting her aunt's fingers slide over her back with an almost sensual quality until it was massaged in and it was the warm skin of the Bridget's hands that she could feel against her flesh.  She closed her eyes and relaxed, surrendering to her aunt's ministrations.

 When her upper back was finally finished, and Nikki was sure that the cream had long since disappeared into her skin, her aunt wriggled a little further down to straddle Nikki's thighs and give her self access to her lower back and waist. As this happened Nikki felt sure, gloriously sure, that she had felt, just momentarily, the merest touch of pubic hair against the swell of her bottom as her aunt moved position.  She wanted to ask her aunt to go back and do it again, to let her know for certain, and if so to let her feel that intimate and erotic moment over and over again. But, of course she couldn't, and so she just lay there and wondered with dry mouth and beating heart.

 "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten your bottom. I'll come back to that."  

 Nikki heard her aunt chuckle as she finished her back and climbed to her feet, gently reminding her niece of her omission. Bridget moved to stand behind Nikki, just behind her bare feet, and then knelt, nearly kneeling on top of Nikki's ankles until she instinctively moved them, parting her lower legs to let her aunt kneel between them.

 'My God', Nikki whispered to herself in instant alarm, 'she can see everything I've got'. But she made no attempt to move or hide herself and she quickly realised that she didn't mind, in fact she liked the idea, almost wishing that her legs were wider apart so that she might be properly on view. 

 Aunt Bridget's hands followed the same route that Nikki had taken, starting at the knee and working down, and then moving around to kneel to the side, starting again at the knee and working up.  Now Nikki had the opportunity to close her legs, but even though she felt genuinely embarrassed that her aunt might easily get at least a partial view of her pussy, she found she wanted the embarrassment, that one fed upon the other so that the more embarrassed she became the bigger thrill it gave her.

 Of course, the feelings intensified as Bridget's fingers made their way steadily higher up Nikki's thighs, especially as they worked up the inside of her legs.  Nikki almost held her breath, hoping with half her being that her aunt's fingers would reach the very top of her thighs and touch her sex, and praying with the other half that she be spared such an unthinkable thrill.  How should she react, she wondered, still half hoping and then feeling both relieved and frustrated when Bridget's fingers veered away as they reached the top. 

 True to her word, having finished with her legs Bridget did not ignore Nikki's bottom. Using just one hand and propping herself on the other, she leaned over to squeeze and massage Nikki's cheeks, pulling first one and then the other to one side as she applied the cream and making Nikki squirm with both shame at her hairy bottom and pleasure at what was happening.  Behind Nikki's back Bridget smiled at the sound of her niece's breathing as her fingers dipped into her crack and skated across her anus, nearly, but not quite, touching her pussy.

 "Roll over."

 Bridget didn't ask if Nikki wanted her front doing, nor was there anything of a request about the words. It was simply an instruction that Nikki immediately and instinctively obeyed, turning over to lie on her back and await her aunt's attentions with her hands by her sides and her eyes closed in anticipation.

 Again Bridget began at the top, smoothing the cream onto Nikki's forehead and nose and working it in with the ball of her thumb before the same thing to her cheeks and chin.  Then she moved on to her niece's neck, shoulders and arms gently massaging the flesh and making Nikki smile with contentment. 

 Then she felt a cool dribble of cream on her breasts and contentment turned to illicit anticipation.  She had no idea why, but the idea of someone, another woman, touching and massaging her breasts was so appealing that she again shivered slightly at the thought.

 Bridget did each breast in turn, her fingers and palm sliding over the skin in a beautifully sensual way, more firmly, Nikki felt sure, than was actually necessary. Not that Nikki minded, the feel of her aunts fingers fondling and kneading her breasts was enjoyable in a way that she hadn't expected. It was similar to the way Adam touched her, though maybe a little more sensual, but what made it different, erotic even, was the thought that it shouldn't be pleasurable at all.  Her heart began beating like a trip hammer as she tried not to respond and even though her hands were still lying by her side, they were now curled into fists as she tried to keep her feelings concealed.

 Eventually Bridget's fingers slid either side of one of Nikki's hardened nipples and caught it within the fork, closing coincidentally at the same time to trap the nubbin and pull on it until it finally slipped free and snapped back into place. There was no way Nikki could help it, she gasped at the sudden tug and then groaned with pleasure at the sensation it generated, immediately blushing at her own reaction.

 But Bridget seemed not to notice, her attentions were now moved to Nikki's abdomen and Nikki relaxed once more as a soft hand smoothed cream into the skin of her tummy.  Only when her aunt approached close to the edge of her pubes did she wonder, just wonder and then only for a moment, how far the hand was likely to stray, but she quickly shook the thought from her head as her aunt fingers moved away again. 'You're being silly, so get your mind out of the gutter before you make yourself look an idiot' she told herself firmly.  Even so, as she was forced to admit that Bridget's gentle hand on her stomach was pleasant, in fact more than pleasant.

 When Bridget moved to put cream on Nikki's legs she did what Nikki thought of as a rather strange thing.  She walked around to her feet, nudged them apart and knelt between her legs. Nikki did as she was mutely instructed, parting her knees perhaps a little more than was needed, too astonished, she told herself later, to do anything else.  But Bridget hadn't finished with surprises yet.  Taking hold of one of Nikki's ankles, she lifted the foot until it rested against her shoulder, flexing the knee and putting Nikki's pussy on full display.  Instinctively Nikki's hands flew to cover her pubes, her shocked face staring up at her aunt.

 Bridget smiled broadly as she applied cream in long flowing strokes, as if she was a harpist playing Nikki's leg.

 "You needn't hide yourself, dear." She told her embarrassed niece. "I know what a pussy looks like, and in fact I was looking at yours only a few minutes ago, wasn't I?"

 Nikki acknowledged the truth of that to herself and very self-consciously removed her hands, letting Bridget's eyes once more roam over her.

 "I know, Auntie Bridget. I'm just a bit shy, that's all."

 In truth Nikki was feeling very confused, unable to reconcile the thudding of her heart and the dampness of her palms with her natural inhibitions, and at the same time both excited and mortified at the thought that Bridget might detect the tell-tale wetness of her pussy.

 Bridget leaned forward to massage Nikki's upper thigh, in doing so bending her leg right back until her niece was sure that every little bit of her was in full view.

 "Besides." Bridget told Nikki, embarrassing her niece once more. "You've got a nice pussy. It's really womanly, like a beautiful flower opening for the bee, and I love the way your lips spread to show your clit." She smiled down at her niece and then continued. "You're colouring's nicer too, a lovely bright contrast.  So much more attractive than my anaemic looking closed shop."

 Even Adam had never spoken in quite such detail and Nikki was scarlet. 

 "Th- th- thank you, Auntie Bridget." She stammered eventually, unsure if she should be feeling the pride that her aunt's remarks had provoked.

 One leg finished Bridget put it down a little further out to the side and then shuffled slightly the opposite way to pick up the other foot.

 "I always felt that women got the best deal when it comes to our 'bits', don't you?"  She went on, staring directly at Nikki's exposed pussy.  "I mean, ours is so much nicer, tucked away inside instead of dangling in our trousers, don't you think?"

 Nikki wasn't sure if the question was rhetorical, but she answered anyway. 

 "I suppose so, Auntie Bridget."

 She was suddenly very conscious of the fact that somehow her legs had become spread much wider, nearly as far as a lover would want. But she had reached the point where it didn't matter and where she even welcomed her aunt's gaze so long as her state of arousal went unnoticed.

 Her aunt was speaking again. "I mean, you can tell when a man is turned on by the lump in his pants, but we're much more discreet, aren't we dear?"

 'Oh my, she can tell.' was Nikki's instant reaction, but she surprised herself by not covering up and when Bridget's remarks moved away from the subject she relaxed again, happy to have her aunt's hands on her skin and her eyes on her pussy.

 "Besides that, don't you think the female body is inherently more attractive, with its soft curves and smooth hills and valleys?"  

 Nikki answered automatically. "I suppose so, Auntie Bridget."

 Aunt Bridget was pushing Nikki's second leg back to reach her thigh.

 "It's alright saying 'I suppose so', but do you agree?"

 Bridget's fingers were just grazing past Nikki's pubes at the top of her leg.

 "Sorry! What did you say, Auntie Bridget." 

 Nikki stopped holding her breath and turned her attention back to her aunt's remarks.

 "I said, don't you think women's bodies are so much nicer than men's?"

 As she repeated her question Bridget finished with Nikki's leg and placed it back on the blanket, leaving her with her thighs spread wide apart as she knelt between them.

 "Yes, Auntie, I agree, much nicer."

 Nikki was paying much more attention to disguising her own shallow breathing and quietening her banging chest than to her aunt's words.

 "Just covering you with sun cream reminded me how much softer a woman is to touch, so much sexier."

 "Why thank you, Auntie Bridget." 

 The undertones of Bridget's remarks had completely passed Nikki by. She was still too occupied in displaying her body to listen to what was being said. She was enjoying her aunt's open scrutiny and its effects, so much so that she was acutely disappointed when Bridget got up to go and lie beside her, propping herself on one elbow to look Nikki in the face.

 "I enjoyed touching your body, Nikki. Did you like it too?"  Bridget spoke softly and throatily, her voice catching with pent up emotion.

 Nikki whispered her answer, the implications slowly dawning on her. "Yes, Auntie Bridget, I did." 

 "I liked it very much."

 She added this last bit after a long pause during which the two women had searched each others eyes, and come to the same conclusion.

 "Good." Bridget smiled conspiratorially. "Then lie still, because I've got just one more bit to finish." 

 Nikki instinctively knew which 'bit' Bridget meant, but she didn't mind, and she wasn't really surprised she saw that Bridget didn't bother to put sun cream on her hand before sliding it between her niece's legs. Even so, to be touched by her aunt in an openly sexual way came as quite a shock.  It went against everything her upbringing had instilled into her.  It wasn't just that her aunt was a woman, or that she was a generation older than herself, or even that she was 'family' in the wider sense. No, what came as the biggest shock to Nikki was that she welcomed the touch, wanted it even.

 Bridget initially placed the palm of her hand gently over the mound of Nikki's pussy, making no attempt to enter or even to play, but quietly resting there awaiting Nikki's reaction. She was giving herself an 'out' if Nikki suddenly objected by leaving the door open for the action to be just that of spreading sun cream, although she knew that neither one would really believe that.  But there was no reaction except for a very quiet 'ooh' from between Nikki's lips and she smiled with contentment.

 Nikki was glad that her aunt's hand had simply been laid softly over her pussy, for it gave her the chance to get used to the feel and to accept it before any blatantly sexual act put her automatically on guard.  So when Bridget began to mould and massage her pussy she was able to simply lie back and enjoy the sensations, ignoring who was doing it and simply getting pleasure from what was being done.

 For a short while all that Nikki felt was Bridget's hand laid flat against her, but then it began making sinuous gripping and squeezing movements to her mound, the gentle, very sensual, non-invasive motions making her gasp softly with happiness. She wanted Bridget to go further, but as yet she didn't have the confidence to admit her enjoyment and even though she was very aware of her aunt's finger tip resting just above the slippery entrance to her vagina she didn't have the nerve to give the little jerk of her hips that might well be enough to make it enter her. Instead she lay there, trying hard to lie still and willing that fingertip to invade her. Surely she would feel it pushed inside her soon?

 But it didn't happen, to Nikki's frustration Bridget began to stroke the outside of her pussy, running her fingertips up the inside of her outer lips and trailing them back down through the unruly nest of pubic hair.  It wasn't penetration, but it felt nearly as good and within only a few minutes Nikki was rolling her head slowly from side to side from the intense sensation and emitting little groans and whimpers. 

 She kept her eyes tight shut, unable to look Bridget in the eye and admit her delight and passively submitting to her aunt's touch. Nikki had never been touched by a woman before, had never even thought about it, and she easily convinced herself that it must be her inexperience and lack of knowledge that was making her feel so passive, so willing to let her aunt lead.  She decided it didn't really matter and pushed the thought from her head to allow the fabulous feeling of fingers running up and down her pussy take over.  

 Soon Nikki ventured to open her eyes and look at her aunt, but she was looking the other way, watching where her hand was placed over Nikki's mound and stroking it gently.  For a moment or two Nikki looked at the side of her aunt's face, seeing her intent on what she was doing, but then she moved her eyes to gaze along the length of her own body to where Bridget's hand was working between her legs. Then both women intuitively looked towards each other at the same moment, their eyes meeting and a smile of agreement and pleasure passed between them.  Intent and consent were both expressed in that one glance and Nikki opened her legs as wide as she could for her aunt.

 As soon as she spread her legs Nikki knew that her aunt would begin playing with her with greater purpose, and she wasn't disappointed.  Bridget's fingers now moved into her cleft, stroking between her labia, running up and down the length of her cleft from clitoral hood to perineum, making Nikki shudder and whimper with pleasure as the fingers touched and then left the very sensitive parts of her body. 

 Nikki could feel that she was lubricating freely, she was aware of her juices running from her tunnel and down towards her anus, the slight breeze across her lawn feeling cool from the moisture, and she could feel the teasing fingertips picking up her wetness and spreading it along the length of her pussy. The combination was a constant reminder of the fact that they were in the open, playing Nikki's back garden and exposed to anyone who might walk through the gate.  Strangely, this possibility of discovery made everything all the more exciting and made her heart beat quicker still.

 For a while Bridget simply stroked the length of Nikki's pussy, paying no particular attention to any part, skimming over her clit, the entrance to her vagina and her anus with the same speed and equally deliberate pressure. But as Nikki became more and more unable to disguise her arousal and started to respond openly to Bridget's touch, her aunt started to pay deliberate attention to her clit, pressing slightly harder as her fingers passed over it, occasionally doubling back to skate over it again, and then sometimes stopping directly on the spot and letting her fingertips investigate it's short shaft and little tip, bringing little unintelligible sounds from Nikki's lips. 

 This became more and more frequent and prolonged until Bridget was concentrating solely on Nikki's clitoris, lighting a fire inside her niece's pelvis that would soon bring her to orgasm. Nikki closed her eyes once more, reaching out to grip Bridget's shoulder in rigid fingers and surrendering to the sensations, her hips beginning to jerk and dance as the fingers played with her more and more intensely, rubbing softly around and around the head of her clit and then stroking tenderly back and forth across it. She no longer cared who was touching her or what they intended, she just wanted the feelings to continue until she came.




Sunbathing



When Bridget could see that Nikki was getting close to orgasm she started to increase the pressure of her fingertip against Nikki's clitoris, still going around and around but now much more slowly and deliberately, augmenting the sensations and making Nikki's eyes fly open once again.  On and on Bridget went, playing and manipulating Nikki's clit, bringing her steadily nearer and nearer to her climax, all the time looking into Nikki's face with a gentle affectionate smile reassure her niece that it was okay to cum.

 "I'm cumming, Auntie Bridget." Nikki announced in gasps from between clenched teeth. "You're making me cum."

 "Then let go, dear, enjoy it." Bridget answered her softly, smiling broadly now and unable to hide the satisfaction in her voice.

 Nikki's hand gripped harder into her aunt's shoulder, her teeth clamped themselves together and for a few seconds she lay holding her breath, completely tensed up and rigid. But then her orgasm struck and it was like a damn bursting, the unbending tightness of her muscles suddenly relaxed to let her pelvis jerk and leap and her mouth flew open to scream at her aunt.

 "Yesss! Oh God Yeeesss!"

 Nikki had no control over her body as the orgasm flowed through her in one unending surge of pure pleasure.  She shuddered, groaned, called out, jerked and shook her head from side to side, swept along in ecstasy so strong it hurt. Too soon it was over, her orgasm passed through her and left her shaking and panting, totally spent and hardly able to raise enough energy to return her aunt's smile of happiness.

 "My God Auntie Bridget."  She gasped eventually.  "Thank you. That was so fucking good."

 Her aunt placed her hand flat over Nikki's pussy once more and gave it a soft affectionate squeeze.

 "Oh. You liked it then?"  Bridget's question was both rhetorical and gently mocking.

 "Did I ever?"  Nikki returned her aunt's affectionate gesture by squeezing her shoulder.  "I never came that hard before in my life."

 "Would you like to do it again?" Bridget was smiling, but her question was in a tone clearly intended to be taken seriously.

 Nikki answered without even thinking. "Oh, God. Yes, please!" 

 "Good. So would I."  

 Nikki had imagined that Bridget had meant on another occasion, but not so. Her hand still lay cupping Nikki's pussy and no sooner were her words out of her mouth than the fingers began to move again, once more gently exploring her soft flesh. 

 "Oh, Auntie Bridget, I don't think I can stand it again right now."

 "Of course you can, dear, just relax."

 Nikki tried to do as Bridget had instructed, but relaxing with nimble fingers playing with her clit was far from easy. She was soon building towards that second tremendous orgasm, lying with eyes tightly shut again and her muscles tensed as her already over-sensitized pussy made little jolts of pleasure from Bridget's touch. 

 Nikki felt completely passive, unable to influence what her aunt did to her, and happy to have it that way.  She was still not completely comfortable with being masturbated – because that's what was happening – by a female family member, but the pure physical pleasure outweighed any moral reservations, so long as she didn't take an active role.  She could let herself be played with, but not yet do the playing.

 Bridget had changed her way of touching Nikki. Instead of fingertips going round and round the top of her clit, Nikki could now feel two of them rubbing across it from side to side, slowly and softly at first, but faster and firmer as soon as it became obvious that she was going to cum again.  She tried to lie still, to let the strumming fingers do their work, but it was hard to stop her pelvis from lifting in an attempt to press back against those fingers and to prevent her hips from twitching their response  Her pussy felt as if it were pouring with her juices, she could feel them trickling down her crack, spreading to the cheeks of her arse as she jerked and shuddered with enjoyment.

 "Are you going to cum again."  Bridget asked, her fingers moving faster still.

 "Yes, Auntie Bridget, very soon."

 "And do you like my touching you, or do you think it's wrong and you'd like me to stop?"  Bridget paused in her play.

 "Don't stop, Auntie Bridget." There was a note of alarm in Nikki's voice.

 Bridget began to move her fingers again, pressing slightly harder and moving faster, making Nikki groan with relief.

 "So can I touch you another day as well?"

 Nikki was so close to cumming she hardly registered the implications of what was said, except that her already pounding heart leapt at the thought of this happening again.

 "Yes, whenever... Aaagggghhhh!"

 Nikki's words tailed into a scream as her second climax overtook her, sending waves of hot overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.  This time her orgasm lasted longer than before, and all the time Bridget's fingers flew over her clit, fanning the flames and deepening the intensity so that when it was finally over she lay like a rag doll, her pounding heart trying to burst free from her heaving chest.  As before when Bridget stopped playing she let her hand lie over Nikki's pussy, the fingertips tantalisingly close to her gaping hole.

 "I meant what I said." Bridget looked into Nikki's eyes, her face carrying the kind of serious look that required an answer.

 "So did I." Nikki still wasn't quite certain what she had agreed to, except that it would mean more orgasms like that one, and that was enough for her to confirm her willingness.

 "Good!" Bridget told her, wriggling around as she spoke to allow her to look between Nikki's legs from above her pussy.

 Totally unused to this sort of inspection Nikki instinctively began to close her legs.

 "Open your legs, I want to look at you." 

 The voice was demanding and Nikki immediately obeyed, a warm flush spreading across her face as she did so.  Nikki was strangely pleased that Bridget had taken command so easily and had allowed her to remain passive.  It gave her an unaccustomed thrill to be under someone else's control.

 She felt Bridget's fingers parting her long inner lips, spreading them and holding them wide open over the top of her outer ones so as to bare her innermost parts to Bridget's gaze. Nikki lay stock still, shocked at what was happening but thrilled too, knowing that her sodden pussy was laid open before her aunt's eyes. She could only see the back of Bridget's head, but somehow she knew that her aunt was smiling, pleased with what she saw.

 "You have long pussy flaps." 

 It was an unexpected announcement and it made Nikki blush, but it soon became clear it was no criticism.

 "I like long flaps, it makes a pussy all the more interesting, and nicer to eat."

 "Yes Auntie Bridget."  She didn't know why, but Nikki felt bound to agree.

 Bridget's fingers stroked up and down inside Nikki's 'flaps', making her feel content that her aunt liked them enough to caress.  

 For several minutes whilst she stroked Nikki's pussy Bridget silently examined it, moving her head for a better view whenever necessary. It made Nikki feel wonderfully vulnerable knowing that her passage was stared into, her hair parted to see better, and that even the cheeks of her arse were held open by two fingers so that even her anus could be examined, shiny wet with pussy juice.  Nikki knew that her face was scarlet, but she didn't care, she felt so astonishingly thrilled and delighted by the whole affair.

 "Pull your knees back."

 Once again Nikki obeyed at once and instinctively, at the same time watching her aunt lean forward at the same time to bring her face within inches of her pussy. She knew without asking what was going to happen next and she waited with baited breath and a trip hammer heartbeat.

 "You have a lovely musk, Nikki." Bridget told her niece, breathing in deeply and appreciatively.

 "Thank you, Auntie Bridget." Nikki gasped, her face still glowing red, although her embarrassment was now more from acknowledging her liking for what was happening than from having to exhibit herself.

 Bridget bent her head down and Nikki felt her aunt's lips fasten over her clit and her tongue begin to dance around the tip. It was obvious that Bridget had done this before, her lips sucked at Nikki's clitoris, drawing it into her mouth while the tip of her tongue flickered around the tip of Nikki's clit like a serpent's. She no longer cared that she was having sex with a woman, it was too damn good for her to even think about it, she just wanted it to go on and on.

 Nikki's hips began to raise themselves from the blanket in an unconscious effort to increase the contact, but Bridget rode with the movement, the only noticeable effect being a momentary contact between Bridget's nose and the entrance to Nikki's vagina, reminding Nikki that her scent must be filling Bridget's nostrils. Somehow she felt liberated by this very, very personal contact and any lingering reservations about what she was doing fled at that moment.

 "You can do anything you want to me, Auntie Bridget."  She gasped out the words, feeling that she just had to let Bridget know of her thoughts.

 Bridget lifted her mouth for just a moment.

 "Thank you, dear, I will." 

 It was said in a slightly mocking way as if to let Nikki know that her aunt had never thought otherwise, and Nikki gave a tiny, slightly acquiescent, smile of contentment.

 Bridget's mouth resumed its position over Nikki's pussy, sucking on her clit and holding it nipped between lip-covered teeth while her tongue played over the tip, the brief tantalising touches bringing Nikki closer to her third orgasm.  Her pelvis was beginning to react to the jolts of pleasure that Bridget was sending through her and she lay in excited anticipation, knowing that it would not be long before she came again. 

 Paradoxically she almost hoped it wouldn't be too soon, for she was loving every moment of her aunt's attentions and wanted them to continue. Besides that, the thrill of being naked and unprotected, and completely under the older woman's direction, almost her plaything, was giving her the biggest, most satisfying adventure of her life.  Bridget's hands were placed over Nikki's bottom, stretching her pussy open and holding her cheeks apart to expose every last detail of her body to view, and that made her feel so beautifully submissive that she never wanted the exposure to end.

 But soon she had more immediate pleasures to think of, because Bridget was now gently but firmly biting her clit between her uncovered teeth and was pulling on it, stretching it out until it slipped with a little flash of pain from between the teeth, only to be gripped in that wonderful bite once more. Each time her clit was pulled and jerked back into place a jolt of ever increasing pleasure blazed briefly, until finally it got to be too much and her orgasm took over, a roaring mind-blowing orgasm that made her cry out loud as it struck.

 As fierce and overpowering as it was, Nikki's orgasm was not long lasting and soon she lay on the blanket staring almost uncomprehendingly at her aunt's wet face gazing over her shoulder back at her niece.  Nikki tried to smile, tried to share her happiness with her aunt, but she was completely out of breath and her body seemed to spent to obey, too totally shattered to do more than lie trembling and sweating, and she could do little more than half raise her hand in mute acknowledgement.   

 Bridget smiled down at Nikki, wiping some of her juices away with the back of her hand, and then, without any warning, thrust two fingers deep into Nikki's pussy, giving her no time to recover from her climax before sending on the road to another. This time there was no pretence of gentleness; Bridget simply pumped her fingers rapidly in and out of Nikki's body, pushing them as deep as possible, wriggling and swivelling them inside her, and then withdrawing them almost completely. Nikki stared at her aunt in disbelief, wanting to ask her to wait, to give her time to recover from cumming, but unable to go against her aunt's wishes and scared anyway that everything would stop if she raised the slightest objection.

 Bridget twisted her fingers around inside Nikki, making the young woman gasp and moan from the sensations and making her absurdly aware of just how wet and gaping her tunnel was, her juices running from it to pool around her anus as Bridget finger fucked her.  But then Bridget's hand turned so that her thumb aligned with Nikki's clit, banging against it with each thrust of Bridget's fingers. Barely over one orgasm, Nikki could feel another beginning to form.

 "Oh, Auntie Bridget!" Nikki exclaimed joyously. "What are you doing to me?"

 "Letting you enjoy yourself."  Bridget replied, plunging her fingers hard into her niece.  "Isn't that what you want?"

 "Oh, yes, oh God yes!" Nikki jerked her hips against her aunt's fingers.

 "Are you going to cum again?"  Bridget asked, already knowing the answer.

 "Yes, soon!" Nikki could already feel the tension, the beautiful ecstatic tension of an approaching orgasm.

 Bridget's fingers were now plunging into Nikki as hard and fast as they could, causing the soft squelching noises that Bridget enjoyed hearing and Nikki no longer cared about. 

 "You're very wet, dear." Bridget told Nikki.

 "Yes Auntie." Nikki panted blissfully, grunting from a thrust of Bridget's fingers.

 "Cum then." Bridget told her, knowing that Nikki was almost there.

 "Yes Auntie. I'm going to very soon."

 For a few moments Nikki lay rigid, feeling the permitted orgasm creep closer with her hands gripping the blanket tight and her head thrown back in an elated distortion. 

 "I'm cumming." She gasped 

 "I'm cumming..." This time it was shouted and she began to buck and jerk as her climax took over. 

 Now she let go of the blanket and hooked her hands behind her knees, pulling her legs wide and back to give Bridget as clear an access as possible, wanting her aunt to push into her and wanting her to go as deeply as possible.  Then, as her orgasm held her in its grip, her muscles went rigid and she started to shout, telling the world that she was cumming.

 "Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." 

 Nikki repeated it in time to the final savage thrusts of Bridget's fingers and the last hard strikes of her thumb on her clit, jerking her hips each time, until Bridget, sensing that Nikki's climax was nearly over, pushed her fingers deeply home and screwed them backwards and forwards inside her niece's vagina.  Nikki was reduced to incoherence from the fantastic sensations and simply grunted and groaned until her orgasm died away to leave her exhausted and whimpering. 

 Bridget silently withdrew her fingers to allow Nikki to lower her legs, and then lay down quietly beside her niece, waiting for her to recover. Meanwhile Nikki lay trembling and panting, a bright sheen of sweat coating her body and making her tanned skin seem oiled. When eventually her breathing began to return to normal she looked across to her aunt and smiled timidly, realising now that her aunt was not going to continue and the session was finally over.

 "Thank you, Auntie Bridget."

 Suddenly Nikki realised that her aunt had done everything and hadn't had any pleasure herself.  She felt bound to offer to make up for that, and in fact, she suddenly realised, she wanted to do just that.  What an afternoon this was turning into.

 "Auntie Bridget." Nikki began hesitantly. "What about you? Aren't you feeling frustrated?"

 "I'm fine, Nikki, don't worry about me." Came her aunt's response.

 "I just wondered if..." Nikki paused.  "If you'd like me to help make you cum as well?"

 "No dear." Bridget smiled sexily. "I'm going to take care of that myself. But there is one thing you can do for me."

 "What's that? Auntie Bridget."  Nikki was pleased and excited to be needed."

 "You can watch me."  Bridget swung herself around and opened her legs wide so that her pussy faced Nikki's astonished gaze.

 "But don't you need...?" Nikki began, confusion written over her face.

 "No. You just watch. It will turn me on no end to have you watching me."

 "Alright. I'd love to." Nikki was excited at the prospect, but she had other things to attend to first.  "I'll be back in a moment, I just need to go pee." The urge to empty her bladder had crept up on her since cumming herself.

 Bridget placed her hand between her legs and, looking straight into Nikki's eyes, parted her wispy blonde pubes and began to slowly play with her own clitoris.

 "You can wait until I've finished." She told her niece bluntly.

 The need, although becoming insistent, was not yet that urgent and Nikki settled herself sitting sideways and resting on one arm to stare candidly at her aunt's pussy.

 Bridget smiled a little smile of satisfaction and opened her legs even wider to Nikki's view.  Bridget was playing, Nikki noticed, by doing to herself exactly what she had done to her pussy, gently rubbing round and round the tip of her clit with the end of her finger. Nikki stared, fascinated to see the actions that had given her so much pleasure. Soon Bridget was beginning to breath more heavily and she began to give little involuntary moans, the display making Nikki pant with excitement and making her own pussy start to become wet again. 

 Suddenly Bridget stopped, as if she was abruptly determined not to cum quite that quickly, and slid her forefinger deep into herself, holding it right inside her own vagina whist smiling lasciviously at Nikki. Then she slowly and smoothly withdrew it, looked carefully at it as if inspecting its shiny wetness and then, apparently satisfied, slid it into her mouth between pursed lips to taste her own juices.  After obviously licking it inside her mouth Bridget pulled the finger out and held it up between the two women.

 "I bet you'd like to taste me, wouldn't you?" She asked Nikki, cocking her head slightly to one side.

 "Oh God, yes."  Nikki was hot from what she was witnessing and the idea held instant appeal.  She wanted to very much.

 "Not right now, dear. Maybe another time, if you're good."  

 Her aunt somehow managed to make it sound like a reward, but an excitedly happy Nikki only noticed the phrase 'another time' and completely missed the proviso attached.  Good at what?

 Bridget's hand returned to her pussy, holding her lips wide with two fingers for Nikki to look at her while she gently teased her own clitoris once again with a third. Nikki watched, spellbound by her aunt's finger stroking her clit, tiny sounds issuing from Bridget's lips confirming to Nikki her pleasure at being watched.  But soon, as fascinated as she was, the pressure in her bladder reminded her of her own needs.

 "I'll have to go pee, Auntie Bridget. Will you excuse me?" 

 Nikki intended the question simply as a courtesy, so Bridget's answer came as a surprise.

 "No. You're old enough to control yourself, you'll have to wait until I say you may go."

 Shocked, Nikki protested. "But I need to go Auntie Bridget."  

 Bridget was becoming more and more aroused and it was a few seconds before she could reply.  When she did it was through clenched teeth, her finger now flying over her clit.

 "I'm going to cum in a minute and I want you to watch me do it." 

 She involuntarily jerked her hips as her approaching orgasm got closer and then gasped. 

 "I didn't spoil your climax, so why do you think you should spoil mine?" 

 She knew the comment was unfair, but put like that there was little Nikki could do but try to hold on, especially as she desperately wanted to see her aunt cum.  

 Still feeling the pressure from her bladder Nikki watched her aunt, staring fixedly at the soft pink interior of Bridget's gaping pussy, the slickly wet flesh shining brightly in the sun as she massaged her clit faster and faster.  Soon Bridget was arching her back, her bottom lifting from the blanket as arousal-tensed muscles flexed her spine, and her breathing came in sharp little gasps.  She stared directly into Nikki's eyes.




Sunbathing



"Watch me, I'm cumming." She mouthed at her niece before closing her eyes and surrendering to her orgasm.

 Bridget's orgasm was intense but short-lived, her body jerked briefly and a series of harsh grunts came from her lips, but then it was over and she lay back on the blanket panting for breath, smiling up at Nikki as if in triumph.  For a few moments neither woman moved, but then Bridget reached her hand back between her legs and began to play with herself once more.

 "I want to cum again and I think I can, keep watching." She announced with palpable pleasure.

 "I can't Auntie. I really do need to pee."

 "It won't take me long, I can feel it starting up now." Bridget's fingers were strumming back and forth across her clitoris this time, already taking her towards her second orgasm.

 "But I really can't wait." Nikki was desperate and couldn't understand her own need for Bridget's permission, knowing only that she did.

 "Then do it here. Piss on the grass." 

 Nikki's eyes widened with the shock of Bridget's proposal, interpreting it as more instruction than suggestion.  Bizarrely Nikki actually considered obeying her aunt, but then her background cut in and stopped her. 

 "I can't Auntie."

 "Then you'll have to wait."  

 It was obvious that Bridget expected Nikki to obey, regardless of her bodily needs.  Bridget scrabbled at the blanket, her urgency making her fingers clumsy as she pulled its edge closer to herself.

 "Squat between my feet, then if you really can't control yourself I will watch you pee."

 Her aunt's assertive tone overrode Nikki's qualms and she complied like an automaton, shuffling around to squat with her knees parted facing her aunt, knowing that as well as giving her an ideal view of Bridget's pussy as she masturbated, it would also give Bridget perfect sight of her own pussy, and if she really couldn't old back and had to pee, then her aunt would see her flow gushing onto the ground.  The thought sent an unexpected shudder of delight through Nikki, making her close her eyes briefly with unbidden excitement.

 To balance herself Nikki placed her hands on Bridget's raised knees and the two women gazed at each other without speaking.  Nikki watched intently as Bridget inserted two fingers inside herself and wriggled them around to produce a sexy wet noise that excited both of them.  She could see the wetness on Bridget's fingers as she withdrew them and then plunged them back into her own depths, grunting with pleasure each time.  

 "Do I look nice?"  Bridget asked in a hoarse whisper.

 Nikki nodded mutely, unable to find the words.

 "So do you. Your pussy is as wet as mine."

 She knew it was, watching her aunt had turned her on again. 

 "Do it, Nikki."  

 Nikki knew what her aunt meant, and she wanted to comply if only she could overcome her inhibitions.

 "Do it. I want to see you pissing."  Bridget's tone was more insistent. 

 Nikki's urge to pee was imperative and she could hardly hold back anyway.

 "Do it now Nikki, while I cum"

 Finally neither Nikki nor Bridget could stop themselves.  Bridget stared openly between Nikki's legs as her orgasm crept closer and her pelvis started to jerk and twitch as before, while for Nikki her resolve finally gave way and with a loud sigh she let her urine gush onto the grass between the two women in a long hot stream.  

 Knowing that her aunt was staring at her pussy as she peed made Nikki blush scarlet, but at the same time it gave her one of the biggest thrills she had ever enjoyed.  She couldn't understand it, but obeying Bridget's instruction to break one of her ingrained childhood taboos was so stimulating and so, so sexy. The feel of her urine flooding from her was nearly as good a release as an orgasm, and lasted for longer.  She was so glad her aunt could see her peeing and glad she had done as she had been instructed. 

 Meanwhile watching Nikki pee seemed to have had its effect on Bridget, for her second orgasm was becoming far stronger than her first.  She kept her eyes pinned on the stream gushing from her niece's pussy, watching it disappear into the lawn, little splashes bouncing back to make tiny droplets glint in the sunlight.  All the time she watched Nikki, she played with her clitoris, the intensity of her building orgasm causing her to strum herself more fiercely, the fingertips hammering away at her sensitive little button in a way that would normally be quite painful.  

 Then finally her dam burst and her climax slammed through her, this time making her cry out loudly but unintelligibly as she tossed her head back in ecstasy. She pulled her head up and looked at the urine still flooding from between Nikki's legs, and another intense thrill coursed through her at the sight. Her eyes rolled up into her head, but she forced them back to stare at Nikki's pee, absorbing the jolts and shudders that were ripping through her in order to keep her eyes fastened on Nikki's deep red gash and the pale yellow stream that flowed from it.  She knew that while she stared at Nikki, her niece was staring back, watching her slickly wet pussy gaping open and pulsing rhythmically from the effects of her orgasm, and this knowledge made everything all the more intense, strengthening and prolonging her climax.

 When finally Bridget's orgasm faded and Nikki's bladder was empty the two women looked at each other intently, inevitably wondering 'what now?', and inevitably finding themselves unsure of the answer.  The only things that both were certain of was that this would not be the only time they would meet like this and that it would be Bridget who called the shots.



Sunbathing



The Saturday after a hard week at work dawned with the promise of glorious weather. By mid-morning I had finished my essential chores and the sun was shining warmly, beckoning me into the garden. Unable to resist the lure of a lazy day's sun worship, I showered and put on a red, two-piece bikini that I'd bought during the winter months in anticipation of a beach holiday later in the year. A silk sarong and dark sun-glasses completed my outfit.

The mirror at the foot of my bed showed me a surprisingly pleasing image of myself. My short, black hair was drying rapidly in a way that looked styled, my boobs looked perky and my tummy, although shockingly pale had lost most of the weight I'd put on during the party season. I don't have a model body, not unless you count the wonderful Campaign for Real Beauty women, but I've never been unhappy with my curves. My tummy is round, but not big or saggy, my hips and thighs curve smoothly down into good calves, my breasts are large and full and I'm very happy with my skin. I'm told I have a pretty face, but I've always thought it quite average, even so, with happy thoughts in my head I couldn't help but smile at myself in the mirror, and for a few moments I could see the attractiveness that I'd normally overlook.

I am very lucky that my home is a pretty cottage, located on the edge of a small town overlooking little but a large stream at the end of the garden and woods and fields beyond. Rarely would anyone use the footpath which ran between the end of my garden and the stream, but today there were a couple of young men sat fishing a short way upstream where it widens and deepens to pass a small island. As I looked out from my window, one of the lads looked over his shoulder towards me and turned quickly away when he saw me looking back at him. In that moment I felt a flutter of excitement in my chest. Had he been watching me while I dressed after my shower? Had he seen me naked? Did he like what he'd seen? Was he as good-looking as he appeared from up here?

With these and similar thoughts running through my mind, I grabbed a book from my shelves, hurried downstairs and took a bottle of European beer from my fridge. By now I'd worked myself up a bit and was in two minds about going out, but I told myself that it was my garden and I should just enjoy the weather while I had the chance. So I walked out through the patio doors, put my book and beer down and fetched the garden furniture from one of the out-buildings.

Just as I was about to settle down on my lounger, I thought I saw movement from the bottom of the garden. I stood up on my tippy toes and tried to see better, but the small hedge at the bottom blocked my view. I walked halfway down the lawn, but still couldn't see anything so I made my way back to where my beer was warming in the sunshine. I took a quick drink from the bottle and lay back. As I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin, I realised that I was feeling very sexy, and maybe, perhaps a little bit daring? Another mouthful of warm beer, another couple of minutes thinking about the man I'd seen from my window. Were he and his friend watching me through the hedge? Would they do or say anything if I took off my top?

I put my bottle down, sat up and reached behind my back to untie the strap. Pulling the top clear from where it was held beneath my boobs, I lifted it over my head and dropped it besides the forgotten book. A feeling of excitement, mixed with unexpected liberty and the sheer pleasure of the warmth on my nipples crept through me as I put my hands behind my head and stretched. Was that a sound, or movement by the stream? I didn't care anymore. I just lay back, took my shades off and closed my eyes.

It felt so pleasant lying there. My nipples were very excited and I let me hands wander up to my boobs, pushing them down flat, then up and together, squeezing my nipples and pulling them until they were hard and red, before running my fingers gently around them, sending tingles down my spine to my pussy. With everything else forgotten, I massaged and fussed and played with my boobs, turning myself on more and more with every pull and twist and squeeze.

I let one hand push my sarong open and run down my tummy, tickling gently as it went, whilst I lifted my beer bottle back up with the other and rolled it back and forth across my chest spilling lager and condensation over my tits as it went. My other hand brushed down to my thighs, touching and tickling there before returning to my mound, brushing against my fanny as it went. I rubbed my mound firmly, working down until I could feel the top of my crack through the material of my bikini bottoms. I moved my thumb and finger down further, pinching and rubbing my lips together until my clit had swollen and was being pressed between them.

I poured the rest of the beer over my chest and it ran down my front as I discarded the bottle and moved my hand back to my slippery, wet breasts. Parting my legs, I eased my hand into my bikini bottoms and let out a small gasp as I parted my outer lips and slid my finger in between the lusciously sensitive inner ones towards my vagina. Dipping my finger inside myself, I lubricated my finger and thumb before pinching my inner lips between them, rubbing them together, working slowly up to my magic button. As I squeezed and rubbed my clitoris I let out another moan and began playing with my nipples more vigorously.

Suddenly my bikini bottoms felt too restrictive - they had to come off. They were quickly on the floor, my legs wide open, and my fingers back to my pussy. Now I needed both hands: one rubbing my clit and the other dipping inside me, pushing against my g-spot and back out again. As I felt my orgasm starting I opened my eyes and my hearted jumped. The lad I'd seen from my window was just walking past the bottom of my garden, and he was turning to look at me!

I snapped my legs together and reached out for my beer bottle, groping and searching for it with my fingers as I tried vainly to hide my guilt.

"Great day for it" he said, smiling at me with amusement in his beautiful grey eyes. Now he was so much closer, I could see that he was about 20, only a couple of years younger than me, and very good looking.

"I, I, I was just..." I began.

"Hey, no problem," he replied, "everybody does it."

"Good fishing?" I asked stupidly, unable to think of anything better to say.

"Nope," he answered, "complete rubbish. But we weren't here for the fishing, just to sink a couple of beers and enjoy the weather. Thinking of which, you seem to have finished yours, I have plenty here if you'd like to share one?"

"Sure, why not?" I replied, "What about your friend?"

"He went back to college about half an hour ago," he replied, coming in through the gate.

As he walked up the lawn towards me, I fumbled my sarong back across my lap and watched him approach. He was tall, athletic and as he got closer I could see that the bulge in his shorts was a generous and perfect complement to my own excitement. My fanny was still begging for relief and I couldn't resist return one of my hands to my nipples. As he pulled a can off his multipack, I stood up in front of him, my sarong dropping to the floor. I took the can from him, placed it behind me on the sun lounger and reached up to pull his face down towards mine.

He dropped the rest of the beers, put his arms around me and pulled my trembling, naked body tight against him as our mouths opened to each other. We ground our faces together, tongues deep in each other's mouths. He held my face against his with one hand as he placed the other firmly on my bum, with one finger slipping down between my cheeks. I could feel his hard cock pressed into my soft tummy, his hard chest crushing my soft boobs, and thought I was going to cum right there from kissing alone.

Desperate to be fucked by the stunning stranger, I pulled his T-shirt over his head and fumbled his shorts down with barely a break from our kiss. With my arms firmly around his neck and back I let myself down onto the grass and pulled him on top of me. I spread my legs wide and felt his cock nudging at my wet lips, parting them, his head entering me, stretching me, deeper and deeper as he slid himself into me.

As he pulled it back out, his head rubbed across my g-spot and sent a wave of absolute pleasure through me and started my orgasm again. I pushed my face up against his neck, kissing and kissing and trying not to bite. I pushed my hips up against him as he slid deeply in and out of me as my orgasm crashed over me, once, twice three times he plunged deep inside me as I was trembling and crying out in pure pleasure.

He slowed down and nearly stopped, but I told him no. The continued movement of his fat cock rubbing against my insides sent one mini-orgasm after another up and down my body, until I thought I was going to pass out.

His thrusts got steadily faster and harder. I could feel the muscles in my cunt squeezing him and soon his cock seemed to get much bigger and I knew he was going to cum. Feeling that and knowing he was about to shoot his spunk deep inside me brought my orgasms to another massive climax. I felt him try to withdraw, but I shoved his bum down with my feet, driving his cock right in until he filled me almost to the point of pain. Then I felt his cum squirting against the top of my cunt. My head was thrown right back as I screamed, my back was arched with shoulders in the grass, hips crushed against him and feet on his back pushing him back in me again and again as he continued to squirt.

Slowly, very slowly our climaxes passed; our writhing subsided and we collapsed into each other's arms. As my pussy began to relax and a little of his semen dribbled out of me, between my bum cheeks and onto the grass, it suddenly dawned on me what I'd just done.

"I, I, I..." I stammered again.

He leaned over and kissed me gently on my lips, "shh, I know" he said and stood up. As he pulled his clothes back on I leaned up on my elbow and watched him.

"You want to stay for that beer?" I asked, nervously and more than a little embarrassed.

"No, thanks," he answered, "you keep them."

He knelt beside me, leaned over and kissed my forehead then briefly whispered "you're perfect" in my ear as he stood up and left. I watched him walk down the garden, through the gate and out of my life without another word.



Sunbathing



"I'm off, Mum. I'm spending some time at the beach. Going to work on my tan a bit."

"OK, love. Have fun, but watch the sun-bathing. You can get burnt, you know."

"You worry too much. I'll take care. Bye."

Heather headed out the door. She had the weekend free. No work. No current boyfriend to worry about. Just her and the beach and any friends she might run into there.

Arriving at the beach Heather soon met up with several other friends, some couples, some singles. All just joining in for a relaxing day, a bit of swimming, sun-bathing and some casual flirting.

After lunch, Erica came wandering over to chat with Heather. She had a suggestion to make.

"Heather, I want to get a tan without any lines showing, but I'm not going topless here with everyone watching. How about coming up into the dunes with me where we can sun-bath topless for a while and keep an eye out for each other?"

"Why not?" Heather laughed. "I was intending to work on my tan for a while, anyway."

Both girls headed off away from the crowd, seeking a little privacy, finally finding a reasonably secluded spot. They could hear the murmur of the people on the beach but no-one was inclined to head away from the water to where they were, so they could quite safely go topless for a while.

After rubbing on some sunscreen (tanning good, burning bad) the girls relaxed on their towels, idly chatting and listening to music on their phones. They had passed a lazy hour in idle contentment before Erica received a phone call. She looked at the display and groaned.

"It's my mother," she said. "I'm going to have to go. She's ringing to remind me that my Grandmother is coming around and I'm supposed to be there. I'd forgotten about that." 

She reached for the phone. "Hullo, Mum. I haven't forgotten. I'm leaving now."

Erica sighed. "Sorry to have to leave you in the lurch like this but duty calls."

"Or your mother does," murmured Heather with a smile. "You go. I'm staying here for a little longer. One of us had better get a decent tan."

Now by herself, Heather laid back, closed her eyes and listened to her music while enjoying the sun. She wasn't sure what alerted her but she suddenly she sensed she wasn't alone. Opening her eyes she glanced around and saw a man standing there, looking at her. She frowned up at him, trying to see who it was, her sight slightly obscured by the sun behind him. 

"That's what made me look," she thought. "His shadow is on my face."

Heather squinted a bit harder and suddenly it clicked.

Fighting the urge to cover her breasts, Heather scowled at the intruder. "Hullo, Paul. Don't you know it's rude to stare?" she said, a touch of pique in her voice as she wondered how long he had been watching her.

"Is it?" asked Paul. "I always thought beautiful things were there to be looked at and admired. I've always thought you had magnificent breasts, and now I know for sure. They are quite lovely and deserve to be looked at."

Heather could feel her nipples tightening as Paul spoke. Frantically ignoring this and praying that Paul wouldn't notice she replied to his observation.

"Well, you've looked. Now go away. I want to finish working on my tan."

Paul smiled and strolled forward, moving down to stand at her feet. 

Heather fumed as he continued to blatantly look her over, spending far too much time examining her breasts. She was not going to be coerced into covering them. He'd have his fun teasing her and then go away. 

"So it's rude to stare," murmured Paul. "I wonder if you practice what you preach?"

"What do you mean?" asked Heather, puzzled. Then she noticed that he was sliding his bathers off and was standing there nude. 

Heather found herself staring at his crotch. His penis was on display and even as she looked she could see it thickening and rising. She was fascinated. Although she'd had a couple of serious boyfriends and wasn't a virgin, she wasn't overly experienced and while she had seen erections before she had never seen a cock moving from small and flaccid to that more exciting stage.

Heat was rising from deep within her. She could feel herself getting damp and she knew her nipples were now standing proud. Heather flushed and tried to drag her eyes away from that erection.

"You're staring," said Paul.

Heather jerked her eyes up to his face, flushed and oddly excited. 

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "Put your bathers back on."

"Not yet," said Paul. "What am I doing? I'll let you take a few guesses."

Moving smoothly but swiftly, Paul knelt next to Heather, his hands moving to the sides of Heather's bikini bottom and undoing the ties before she realised what was happening. He then flicked the bottom down, leaving her exposed to his appreciative gaze.

"I see you shave," Paul observed to a stunned Heather, "and yes, I know I'm staring again. You're made to be looked at."

"I have to cover up," thought Heather, without moving. "I can't just lie here naked in front of him."

Paul paused to see if Heather was going to react adversely to his little stunt, but from what he could see she was slightly stunned and a lot more excited. Her nipples were standing out and, as she was lying there with her legs slightly apart, he could see that her pussy was swelling, lips slightly parted and a gleam of moisture showing along her slit.

Reaching down, Paul calmly placed a hand on the inside of Heather's ankle and gently drew her leg to the side, noting with interest that her other leg moved naturally in the other direction, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.

Watching Paul move her leg to the side Heather tried to resist, but instead found her legs parting almost of their own volition. 

"He's going to touch me there," she thought. "I've got to stop this."

Still moving smoothly Paul moved so that he was kneeling between Heather's parted thighs. Knowing that Heather expected him to start touching her, he had no intention of doing so. Not with his hands at least.

Heather looked down the length of her body to where Paul was kneeling, not quite touching her. She could see his erection waving gently just above her pussy and she could feel heat building up within her, anticipating when he would start stroking her flesh.

Paul reached down and touched his cock, pointing it down towards the cleft in Heather's pussy. Leaning slightly forward he pressed the head gently but firmly against the cleft, coaxing her lips to part slightly while his cock edged its way in.

Heather gasped. Paul wasn't going to stroke her or spend time preparing her. He was just coming straight into her. She gasped again as she felt the head of his cock move between her lips, probing for the entrance to her vagina. Idly she noticed her knees were rising and moving further apart, ensuring that Paul had room to work.

Looking down at Heather, Paul could see her gaze was fixed firmly where his cock was slowly but firmly penetrating her. He pressed steadily forward, with his cock being the only part of him that was actually touching Heather. Slowly but surely he imbedded himself within her, ready to withdraw if she protested but confident that the time for a protest had long since passed.

Heather could feel Paul advancing within her. "I should stop this," she thought, "but I don't want to. This feels right. And that smug bastard probably knows it." 

Heather watched fascinated as Paul's cock slowly advanced within her. She could see he was over halfway in and she already felt filled. She gasped again as he edged even further in, and then gave a sudden small shriek as Paul suddenly lunged the last inch or two, finally completely filling her.

Fully within Heather now, but still with only his cock actually touching her, Paul looked at Heather, waiting for her to look back. As she slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, Paul smiled at her. Heather was biting on her lip, but slowly a tentative smile came, returning Paul's and effectively giving him the nod to go on. 

Holding Heather's eyes with his, Paul pressed firmly against her pussy and then relaxed, letting himself withdraw slightly. Watching Heather's eyes widen slightly at this he relaxed. She was responding and liking what was happening. Now his hands came up to cup her breasts.

Heather felt Paul press firmly against her, sending little sensations rippling through her, then relaxing and withdrawing. She found herself lifting slightly, moving up towards that cock that had her pinned, not wanting it to leave her. As her hips moved up, she felt Paul leaning more heavily against her, his hands coming up to cup her breasts and squeeze them.

Now Paul was leaning heavily into Heather, his hands playing with her breasts, squeezing and stroking. He was rolling her nipples under his thumb, while all the time his hips were moving back and forth in a rhythmic motion, driving his erection deep into her before withdrawing to plunge deeply again.

Without knowing how it happened, Heather found that her legs were now wrapped around Paul's waist, holding tightly to him as her hips pushed urgently upward, desperate to match the movement of that cock within her.

Paul was moving slowly, taking his time as he drove himself deeply into Heather, letting the feelings and emotions he was engendering slowly build. He was in no hurry, quite content to take his time so that Heather's responses could build until she was ready for him to come.

Heather was almost groaning with need now. The shuddery little sensations emanating from Paul's touch on her breasts were moving steadily down to meet the stronger sensations being stirred to life deep within her. She could hear herself pleading with him, begging him to go harder, faster.

Paul could feel Heather writhing under him, her legs clutching him to her, her body urgently pressing against him, her pussy frantically thrusting itself upon his rampart erection. She was pleading now, wanting him to move harder and faster, wanting him to bring her to fulfilment.

Balanced on the edge, ready and wanting to climax but finding that last little bounce missing, Heather was almost screaming with frustration. Now! She wanted it now. She could feel the moment when Paul decided that the time had come, and his ravishing of her body took on a new urgency.

He was coming. He couldn't draw this out much longer. He hoped that Heather was as far advanced as he thought, because it wasn't going to last much longer. Paul accelerated, plunging into Heather with all the force he could. Withdrawing and coming down again. And again. 

Paul felt the beginning of Heather's climax and hurriedly covered her mouth with his, swallowing her screams as she climaxed, while continuing to thrust deep into her, spilling his seed in a few glorious strokes.

Heather sank slowly back onto her towel, her legs dropping from around Paul. She lay there, feeling replete, almost boneless she was so relaxed. She could feel Paul still within her, warm and filling her while he lay heavily against her. Awareness slowly filtered back into her and she hastily pushed at Paul, telling him to move.

"Get dressed," she hissed at him, frantic in case someone should come by. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She hurriedly donned her bikini, urging Paul to hurry as he took his time finding and putting on his own bathers.

"How could you do that?" she demanded. "Anyone might have come past and seen us."

Paul laughed at her indignation. 

"I'm sorry," he said. "It was all my fault, I admit it."

He paused for a second and then spoke again. "I'll change that. I'll admit it was my fault, but there is no way that I'm sorry it happened. You felt marvellous beneath me and I want to do it again sometime."

Heather hesitated before speaking. She wanted to deny it but honesty forced her to speak. "I could have said no early on and made it stick and we both know it. I wanted it as much as you and I have to say I enjoyed it. That doesn't mean that I'm going to let you do it again."

Paul smiled. "We'll let the future look after itself. I hate to mention this at this stage but are you on the pill? I completely forgot about birth control."

"A little bit late asking aren't you?" observed Heather. "Don't worry, I'm protected."

"Good. Now how would you like to take a refreshing swim with me?" asked Paul, indicating the way to the beach.

Heather laughed. "Race you to the water," she said, springing past him and racing towards the sea.

Returning home that evening, Heather was greeted by her mother.

"Hullo, dear. Did you have a nice time."

"Yes, mum. It was a good day."

"And you took care not to get burnt sun-bathing?" continued her mother.

"I may have been singed a little, but not burnt," Heather laughed. "I'm well aware that sun-bathing can be dangerous."



Sunbathing



The house was unusually quiet when he woke up. The only sound he could hear came from the kitchen, and he had reason to head there anyway.

There was a young woman there, with jet-black hair down to her shoulder blades, dark brown eyes, and a caramel tan across her skin. She wore an over-long shirt, the garment falling to her thighs. "Morning, Jack," Tanya said. "Though it's almost afternoon. Toast?"

He nodded, even as he set to fetching the juice. "Where's everyone else?"

"Your mom took mine and the others out for a bit of sightseeing. You know what they're like: can't 'waste' a family visit on just sitting around." Between them, they soon had breakfast ready, and ate while they talked. "I disagreed. Thought I'd take the first day to relax. Besides, this way there's some of that 'cousin bonding time' Mom's always talking about." She smirked. "Like we still need it now we're not little kids anymore."

He laughed, nodding with her over his cup. "Yeah. You'd think we'd 'graduate' some of that along with high school. What did you have in mind?"

She jerked her chin to the side, indicating the windows looking out onto the sparkling pool. "Sunbathing, maybe some swimming. Care to join me?"

He shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

She led the way out to the pool. As she walked, she stripped off the long shirt she'd been wearing, showing the swimsuit underneath. Walking behind her turned out to be a touch distracting. She had a good body, built with athletic tone, but enough softness for curves like the rear which wiggled in her thong-cut, black bikini bottoms.

While he was distracted, she set out her towel, on the deck beside the pool. Seemingly heedless of his gaze, she sat down with folded legs and a bottle of suntan oil. Soon, it was spread all along her limbs, her slim arms and long legs shining with it as she lay down on her stomach. "Get my back for me?"

He blinked, eyes drawn to the woman's body. The bikini top was almost as diminutive as the bottoms; laid as she was, he could see the strings tied behind her back and her neck. "You mean, like..." He sat down beside her, legs hanging into the pool, and pinched at the trailing end of one knot.

She drew her hair forward, over her shoulder, to unblock the sun's path. Feeling his touch, she nodded. "I don't want tan lines. Go ahead."

It only took two quick tugs to loosen and open those knots, and then the string simply fell to lay on the ground beneath her. She passed him the bottle, and he got to work. Her skin was warm and smooth; as lightly as he touched her while he spread the oil, that was all the knowledge about her body that he gleaned. He was trying not to pay too much attention.

"So, um." He scrabbled for something to talk about while he had his hands on her. "What's been going on for you?"

"Just the usual. Work, school. So it's good to have some time to relax." Soon, her skin was covered. She stretched herself out, head resting on her folded arms. She let the sun do its work.

He sat back, nodding to her. His eyes stayed on her back, uninterrupted by any line of clothing except for that tiny thong. That made it hard to follow the conversation. "Right. Just taking some time to yourself." He paused. A question was on his mind, and it took him a few minutes to work up the courage to ask it. But, in the end, it was innocuous. "Have any boyfriend?"

"No. I did, a couple of months ago. But I just didn't have the time, and he started getting needy about it." She shook her head. "Not interested in that. If I'm going to date, or anything like that, while my life's so hectic, it's going to be casual, and on my terms." She turned her head slightly, peeking up at him. "How about you?"

Seeing she'd caught him looking, he yanked his gaze away, facing down into the pool. "Oh, no, nothing like that for a while now. Been looking, a little, but not really trying, you know?" He laughed under his breath, nervously.

A mischievous smile lit on her face for a second, before she slid back into an impassive look. "Yeah. Wouldn't mind the fun that comes with it, but don't really want to do the work involved." She pushed herself up on her elbows, tossed that stringed top aside, and rolled onto her back. She was completely unabashed about it. Her breasts were full and rounded, as pert as her rear. The dark brown discs of her nipples matched well with the tan across her body, but most of the skin of her breasts was milky pale. "Get the oil for me?"

His jaw dropped, and his eyes probably bugged out, staring down towards her chest. "I. Are you sure?"

She shrugged, sending a soft ripple through her curves. "Why not? Like I said." She grinned, her brown eyes locking with his. "I don't want tan lines."

His hands were shaking, so he took a little while, hoping the extra time would help him get under control. The oil was wet and warm on his hands. Rather than dive for the obvious, he started less overtly. His fingers spread, rubbing the fluid onto her stomach. Her work really showed, with how flat and trim her belly was. She smiled with the touch, still looking up into him with a knowing glint in her eyes. He couldn't and wouldn't hold off forever.

It didn't take long to do everywhere else. Her stomach and breastbone both shone. He even moved carefully between the mounds of her chest, spreading the shining stuff over the very middle of her bustline. Then, he went even higher, to her collarbone and the fronts of her shoulders. But eventually, there was simply nothing else left.

He felt her eyes on him, watching his face, as he lowered his touch. Her skin was slick with the suntan oil, making it easy for him to glide down. Even when he reached something dry, the milky skin was smooth enough for his fingers to slide over it. Perky, firm breasts, holding themselves high and a bit rounded even with her laying on her back. She took in a soft breath the moment his hands made contact, but gave no sign of discomfort.

It only took him a few seconds to coat her breasts with the oil, but he didn't stop there. Her skin became slippery under his touch, making her flesh feel that much softer when he squeezed it, his fingers squishing and making dimples in the rounded shapes of her chest. Her breath was soon coming to her faster and softer. She wriggled for a moment, there on her spread-out towel, before she lay back. Though she looked like she was relaxing, he could feel how the flush of her blood made her breasts warmer in his hands, and perked the tips of her nipples until they were poking against his palms. He made sure to drag against them with every pass of his hands.

She finally cooed aloud, her eyes squeezing more tightly shut. Though she was still laid back, it was clear to him how she enjoyed herself. She lifted herself more, pushing the cushions of her bosom into his working palms. One of her own hands rose, to hold his hand from the back, fingers curled about his wrist. She used that grip to push him downwards, almost overdosing him on the sensation of plush flesh under his touch. "That's good," she said, "But there's more. Another couple of spots where I won't tan right." She nodded her head, jutting her chin downward.

That was where he stopped. He pulled his hands from her chest, and though she was still topless, he locked his eyes onto her face. "Look, Tanya, are you sure about this? We're... I mean... what if Aunt Carla found out?"

She propped herself on her elbows, sitting up as she smiled at him. There was still that easy confidence in her pose, that utter relaxation. "She doesn't have to. I'm not going to tell her. And it's just us here; who'd know?"

"I would! And you... you're my cousin. This isn't exactly the kind of thing cousins do! It'd be... weird."

"It would be fun." She wasn't flinching. "And if things are awkward afterward, well." She shrugs. "We are cousins. It's not like we see each other often. The awkwardness could just fade away. Besides." She grinned again, leaning slightly forwards. Though certainly pert, her breasts were still soft enough to wobble with the motion. "Would it really be that much more awkward than having your hands on my tits? You've already done that."

His cheeks filled with almost as much of a rush of blood as the one that was making his lap so... uncomfortable. "That was..." That was him falling to temptation, and there were nothing else he could call it. And maybe it was because his head was still sluggish with arousal, but he couldn't think of any way to fight her arguments.

He reached down, undid the knots in her bottoms, and pulled the loose strings away, tossing it off to lay on her top.

Underneath, her skin was as pale as her breasts, though only in an outline of those thong bottoms. On her mons were a few neatly-trimmed curls, enough to show her maturity and the job she did of keeping them neat. Her lower lips were a little flushed, swollen enough to show that her thoughts had turned her blood in that direction without engorging them into puffiness. She sat back, knees spread wide. Though she'd played the confidence well enough so far, he could still see her spend a split-second calming her face, discarding the hint of nerves. "Where were we?"

There were things that he really wanted to do right then. There were parts of him that could have leapt in, pushed her back to laying on that towel, and rutted their way into oblivion. But the question brought him back to the present; he remembered what they'd been doing. He splashed another handful of oil onto his right hand.

Just as he had before, he started comparatively chastely. His fingers wiped that oil onto the narrow, white line that wrapped around her hips. He danced along the uppermost curves of her muscled rear, though his goal wasn't to fondle it. He finished there much more quickly than he had with her stomach, and so he cupped that hand over her groin. His fingers pointed downwards, between her thighs, and he moved his whole hand back and forth to rub her.

That touch alone wasn't enough to get a wild response from her. Yes, she was primed, but not enough. His other hand returned to her breast, the first squeeze gripping it as firmly as the oils allowed. That reminded him of the tight bud of her nipple, and so as he kept that hand moving, he made sure to always have some part of his palm rubbing and grinding against her peak. His other hand kept curling and unfurling, fingers stroking her lower lips. Soon, she was struggling to breathe smoothly, the air coming to her in gasps.

That was all the hint he needed. Keeping his first and third fingers against her flushed lips, he dug his middle finger between, pressing it inwards. Through some combination of the oil already on his finger, and the fluids flowing from within her, it was a relatively easy slide in spite of the tightness of her grip. She flexed around him, squeezing that single, curling digit. The squishing of her flesh around him drove his curiosity, and his fingertip went farther. Even as easily as he could have just pushed in, he made it a slow, dragging, exploratory gesture.

She finally made a real sound, gave a real reaction. Though it was under her breath, she still groaned; though it was subtle, her thighs twitched, trying to close him in. She took another few swift, sharp breaths. "Enough. It's been months for me. Get a condom from my purse." Her cheeks heated, almost as flushed as her breasts or the lips of her sex. "I thought, while I was down here... well, you never know, right? I could have bumped into some hunk on the beach."

He nodded, distracted enough that she needn't have bothered justifying herself. After another few twitches of his finger, another few squeezes at her breast, he dragged himself away. The next few moments came in a frenzied flurry, and when he returned, he was dressed only in that flimsy bit of protection. Impatient lust ignored all thought of taboo, and didn't even wait for an answer from her. He just pushed at her shoulder, urging her onto her back.

She moved readily, willingly, with her legs spread to each side, welcoming him. She was gasping with longing, and he didn't delay in satisfying their shared desire. Though his cock was thicker than his finger, she was wetter than when they'd started. It only took a little more effort for him to drive that first portion.

It popped into her with a gasp from each of them, and she immediately had her legs around him, urging him farther. Even with that thin layer of latex separating them, it was still a wonderful feeling. The grip of her passage, clinging around progressively more of his shaft, was just right: tight enough to send thrills through every nerve, but not so tight as to keep him from getting deeper. It was gradual by necessity, but inch by inch, he buried himself... and eventually, his hips were nestled against hers, and his cock was completely inside. Her thighs squeezed around his hips, pulling him as far down as physics allowed. She gave him a fiery, unsatisfied look.

He found her meaning obvious enough, and didn't even need the nudge. That first thrust was only the beginning. His hips started moving, rolling, flexing. Encouraged by the grip of her legs, he kept himself deep, and every motion just served to dig him in, to serve pressure against her most sensitive, inner places. It wasn't a selfless act: holding himself like that meant each motion pleasured every nerve along his length. Nothing was pulled away; nothing was left wanting. Though to judge by the twitching of her body and the rising of her voice, she didn't at all mind the technique.

As well as deep, his thrusts were firm, rocking her body with each rock of his hips. Her tits were already eye-catching from the way their light skin contrasted her tan. When her ever-moving body set them to jiggling, they became downright hypnotic. His hands had been pressed to the ground, bracing him, but there were much more fun things he could do with them. His knees held him upright enough to keep pounding her, while those hands grabbed for her breasts.

This time, there was no play at simply oiling her: he was doing as stern a job of fondling her as he possibly could. It wasn't easy, with the slipping of her skin, but they both found it worth the effort. He wanted to feel more of that cushiony texture, that softness underneath her young breasts' firm surface. The added sensation had her calling aloud, and her body bucked, arching upwards to force her tits into his palms. Rhythmic arching became another part of her full-body movements, along with bucking hips, squeezing thighs, and hands that reached up and clawed for his shoulders. Those acts all became steadily more erratic as time passed and the fucking continued. The dam wall was being hit with more, the water rushing against it... and eventually, the wall broke.

A shriek of pleasure announced her orgasm. Her wild convulsions made her earlier moves look swan-like in their grace, as she wildly pushed herself into his hands, humped against his sliding shaft. However thin it was, that sheath of latex still dulled the touch of her flexing grip, and let him last a little while longer. The fire in his belly built and built, until he finally joined her. There was no need for him to hold back; his load poured into the space waiting for it, catching it before it could reach her.

All his senses went pure white, burned away by the fire of his ecstasy. He had no idea how long he spent like that, or how long afterwards they had to remain, gasping and simply recovering.

Eventually, their senses did return to the present. They were still naked, sun and air touching every part of their bodies. He still had his hands on her tits, and still had his cock inside her, however soft it had grown. Her legs still gripped him, holding him in her.

Until they locked eyes, and realised where they both were, what they'd both done, and who the other was. Blushes lit on both their cheeks, and they hurried away from each other.

He pulled his clothes back on, even with the used condom hanging from his manhood. "I'm going to head back inside, grab a shower."

She nodded to him, sinking to lay back on that towel, her body still nude. "I'll..." She paused, chewing her lip, deciding. "I'll stay out here. Still have tanning to do." Her chest, her groin – they were both pale from lack of sun. And as she looked up at him, the look in his eyes hinted that, embarrassment aside, she didn't mind being seen.

He scurried inside, just as he'd said... but kept that thought with him.



Sunbathing & Bar Hopping



It was a beautiful warm day. Oh how I loved to lay out in the nude and have the suns rays shining down on my bare skin. The tall wood fence gave me all the privacy I needed. I rubbed oil into my round, firm breasts, lingering and enjoying the feel of its slick coolness as my hands teased my nipples. Moving down to my flat tight tummy I covered it and watched it glisten in the light of the sun. I slowly added some oil directly to the freshly shaven skin right above my pussy and took my time as I moved my hands over my pussy and down to my thighs. I could feel my pussy growing wet and beginning to tingle. It was aching to be touched.

I spread my legs a little and reached down between them. My fingers explored the folds and found my hardening clit. Slowly I moved my fingers in a circular motion over my little rosebud. The excitement of being in the open air excited me and I was quickly feeling my orgasm growing inside of me.

I was so caught up in pleasuring myself I didn't hear the backdoor open. I especially didn't realize I was now being watched.

The sound of someone clearing his throat behind me caused me to freeze. I silently prayed that today was not the day for the lawn to be mowed. I slowly turned to make sure it was my husband. I was quite relieved to see it was him standing there. Even though I was embarrassed, he knew this was a common occurrence for me. Seeing my naked body was nothing new to him, after 6 years of marriage he had seen me naked more than anyone else in the world.

"Sorry to interrupt," he laughed.

"You're home early," on the edge of scolding him. We had plans to spend the evening together but I wasn't expecting him home from work quite so early in the afternoon.

"I though I would come catch some rays with you, but I can come out later if you want," he explained.

"Don't be silly, I would love for you to join me now," I relied.

I watched him take off his clothes. He had the best body I think I had ever seen. He was tone and tan from working construction throughout the summer. His ass was firm and round and his abs were simply amazing. His 7-inch cock was nice and thick and his Superman tattoo right above it made me melt.

He pulled up a chair beside me but in the opposite direction so we could see each other as we talked. He straddled the chair to sit down and I caught myself staring at his beautiful, plump cock. It was completely bare except for the tattoo right above it. I convinced myself that his tattoo actually stood for "Supercock" which was a very accurate description.

This wasn't the first time he had caught me looking at him like this. As a matter of fact, every time I saw him naked I found myself staring and wanting to touch him intimately. Even after 6 years of marriage, he was the hottest man I knew.

I could feel my pussy beginning to ache again from a combination of unfinished business and my thoughts of him. I closed my eyes and tried to think of other things, but it wasn't working. I slid my fingers my neck, down my breasts and rested them on my pussy. I began right where I left off by spreading my lips with one hand while my fingers circled my clit. I knew he was watching and that turned me on even more. My finger entered my pussy and I almost exploded. I slid my wet finger out and focused on my clit. I was pleasuring it more intensely with each moment. I wouldn't be long before my juices would be cumming all over my towel. 

I opened my eyes to see his reaction because I knew I was putting on a good show for him. To my surprise, his hand was wrapped around his long thick cock that was at full strength. He poured my suntan oil into his hand for the ultimate lube job. I continued to pleasure my clit while he stroked his cock harder and faster. His eyes were locked on my tits and pussy and my eyes where locked on his dick. I felt my orgasm rock through my body as I watched his white load of cum spray all over his tan chest. I reached over to him and wiped his hot cum into my hands and leaned back in my chair. I rubbed his cum into my tits like it was an extra layer of suntan oil and started to finally enjoy the pleasure of my orgasm. 

After a few hours in the sun we went in to take our showers and get ready for our evening together. We would go to dinner and then go bar hopping like we used to do in college.

I turned on the shower and climbed in letting the water run over my bronze shoulders. I looked over my body and didn't see a tan line anywhere. Perfect. I lathered my body with soap and my pussy began to ache again as the trickle of water found its way between my thighs. I was amazed that I had the urge to masturbate again after such an explosive orgasm just a few short hours before. I leaned back against the shower wall and propped one leg up for easier access to my hot wet pussy. With one hand I steadied myself and with the other I slipped two fingers deep inside my pussy. I sighed softly from the sensation of filling my pussy with my fingers as I added another one inside me. I moved them in and out quickly and cursed myself for not bringing my new waterproof vibrator with me to the shower. 

I could feel my second orgasm of the day building quickly when the door flew open and he came in.

"Can I jump in with you before you use up all the hot water," he begged. I didn't even get to answer before he was climbing in with me. Frustrated I grabbed my razor and shaving cream and lathered my pussy and legs. As I bent over to reach my calves I felt my ass press up against yours. I hesitated to move but didn't as he turned to rinse his hair of shampoo. I continued to shave and could feel his eyes staring my ass staring up at him. I didn't need any confirmation of his staring when I felt a prick from his cock at the back of my ass. 

He slid the tip of his prick up and down the line in my ass as I continued shaving. We had done anal a few times before and it was getting better and better each time. I felt him spread my ass checks and I pressed against the wall for support. I felt his cock tease my hole as he guided the tip a little deeper each time. He finally placed his hands on my hips and slowly thrust his manhood in my ass. The pleasure far outweighed the tiny pain as he slid his cock in and out of my asshole. There was really no description of having your man's cock in your ass and loving every second of it. His thrusts were gentle and he reached around to finger my clit while he continued to pump my ass. His finger slid inside me and now both of my holes were full of my man. I could tell he was about to cum as he pulled his dick out of my ass one last time. I could feel the hotness of his cum as it landed all over my back. 

I turned around and kissed him deeply. We washed each other completely and I paid extra special attention to his manhood that that been inside me giving me an enormous amount of pleasure.

When we finished our shower I raided my closet searching for the right outfit to wear. I slipped on a tiny black thong and matching bra. He chose to go commando tonight and wore a tight pair of jeans what showed off his tight ass.

I picked out my favorite skirt. It was midnight blue, very short and very tight. With it I added a white, sheer blouse that showed a lot of cleavage from my 34d titties. I took my time applying my makeup and curling my shoulder length auburn hair. We looked at ourselves in the mirror and admired how good we looked together.

For most of the night it was like every other Saturday night. We hit a couple of bars deciding which looked the best and ended up there for the rest of the night. We talked and danced. As we got a little drunker, I found myself letting him pull my skirt up to expose my thong to anyone who might have been looking. The dance floor was so crowded I didn't imagine anyone really being able to catch a good look at my bare ass. But the thrill of a stranger staring at my naked ass excited me.

As we sat down for a rest and a drink, I excused myself and stumbled to the restroom. I forgot to lock the door and just as I pulled up my thong the door opened and he walked in. He locked the door I had forgotten to lock. He didn't say a word. He just leaned into me pressing me against the wall. His lips found mine and he thrust his tongue in my mouth kissing me long and hard. I returned his kiss and wrapped my arms around his waist. One of my hands found his ass through his tight jeans and squeezed it.

He lifted my off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt his hand reach around me and feel its way to my pussy. He ripped my panties off and slid his finger inside. I moaned as he fingered me making my pussy grow wet from his touch.

"Your pussy feels so good," he whispered in my ear.

I felt his cock hardening against my pussy. My clit hardened from the denim of his jeans as it pressed against it. I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He repositioned me so I was directly above his throbbing cock and he slid it into my aching pussy. I let out a loud moan as he moved inside me. The music was so load in the bar that there was no way anyone outside the bathroom could hear us. His cock was huge and filled my pussy completely. 

I looked down and could see my pussy wrapped around him. As he thrust his dick in and out of me I watched my pussy juices glisten over each inch of his manhood. His thrusts grew harder and I could tell he was getting closer to cumming deep inside me. I was right there with him. Our breathing was ragged and our moans grew louder. I felt myself go first. My pussy throbbed and tightened around his cock as I climaxed right there in the women's restroom. He began to grunt and moan as he shoved his cock deeper inside me. He collapsed against me, pressing me against the wall with his cock still inside me. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I shouldn't have came in here like that but I had to have you."

I wasn't sure how to answer. All I could do was smile and tell you it was ok. We heard them announce that the bar was closing. We quickly pulled ourselves together and walked outside together. We caught a cab and talked about our day filled with masturbation, anal sex and hot steamy bar sex. The cabby was listening very intently and probably would have enjoyed watching me fuck my husband on the way home right there in the back of his cab. It would have been easy since I no longer had panties on but my husband had already shot his wad 3 time today and I'm not sure he could've have taken it. Oh well, we'll save that adventure for another night.



Sunbathing and my neighbour



You had been my neighbour all my life. I grew up next door and you'd always been kind to me. You'd babysat me since I was born, and my parents were fond of you. But as I got older, I noticed you looking at me slightly differently. One time was when I was doing my laces up in front of my house and you came out to say hello. As I was bent over, I was sure you were staring at my bum in my short skirt. Instead of being offended, I was turned on, and I kept thinking about it afterwards.

After a week or so, when I couldn't get it off my mind, I decided to see for sure if you liked me in the way I suspected. I knew that next Saturday my parents would be taking my sister out for the day and wouldn't be back till eight. I knew the weather was going to be hot and sunny, and I also knew that you liked to garden on sunny Saturday afternoons. 

So that Saturday, as my parents went out, I went up to my room. I was wearing a white vest top, pink bra, knickers, and grey trackie bottoms. Once in my room, I took off my top and let it drop to the floor, and unclasped my bra letting it do the same. I slid my hands down the side of my knickers and slid them down with my trackies. I stepped out of them so that I was totally naked. 

I went to my drawers and took out a green bikini, the most revealing I had, one my dad hated me wearing. I pulled up the bottoms, and pulled them tight, so that they were stretched over my bum. I put the top on and reached inside to pull my tits up so that the material would barely be covering them. Then I went downstairs. I picked up a towel and some sun tan lotion, and headed into the garden.

It was a lovely, hot day and I found a spot right in the middle of the garden where I was very visible. I spread the towel on the grass and lay down on my back, my hands by my sides and my legs open a little. I had shades on so that I could see your house, the windows and the fence, without you knowing that I'm looking. As I lay there enjoying the sun, I kept looking up hoping I would see you.

It felt like I'd been there for hours and I almost gave up hope of seeing you. Then I noticed you up in your bedroom window. You were walking past the window when you looked out in my direction, paused, and then disappeared. A few minutes later you were back. You stood a little way back from the window so that I couldn't see you, but I could. As you stood there looking at me, I began to think that you did look at me like that the other day, and again I got turned on.

I reached into my top again to readjust my tits so that even less of them were covered up. As I did, I felt my nipples, which were tender, as I was so turned on. While my hand was against my nipple I looked up at you in the window. I could just see your face and you were staring down at me. I was so turned on. I pulled my bikini bottoms up tight, so that the outline of my pussy lips was clearly visible through them.

I sat up, took a deep breath, and placed my hands on my bikini top. I was nervous because I'd never exposed my breasts to a man before, but I was so horny at the thought of you seeing me that I pulled the top up, off over my head, and placed it on the grass next to me. I was now topless, facing you, sitting in my garden. I could see you in the window staring down at my breasts. I wondered what you were thinking. 

I picked up the bottle of sun tan lotion and squeezed some onto my hands. I started to rub it over myself, down my arms, over my stomach, and on to my breasts. I rubbed my breasts softly, my nipples were so tender. All the while I could see you in your bedroom window watching me. When I'd finished, I lay back on the grass. I was so horny my pussy had got a little wet and there was a damp patch on the crotch of my bikini bottoms. I opened my legs up so that you could see it, but as I looked back up to the bedroom window I saw you'd gone. I rolled over onto my front and thought about how turned I was by you seeing me topless.

After a few minutes of daydreaming, I heard your back door open, and you came out onto your patio. Knowing you were on the other side of the fence while I was topless started my pussy juices running again. I heard you moving around and then I saw your head appear over the fence. 

"Afternoon Stace" you said. Suddenly shy, I closed my legs.

"Hi, Mr. Greenbourne," I said, "nice day." 

"Yes, I see you're making the most of it." You said, indicating my near nakedness. My breasts pressed against the towel.

"Yes." I said, a little shy now that you were actually there. 

"Are your parents out?" you ask.

"Yes," I answer, "till eight." I felt a little more relaxed now. You pointed to the sun tan lotion.

"You need that in weather like this." you said.

"I know," I replied, "back's pretty tricky to get though."

"Well," you said, "be careful not to get sunburned" I smiled.

"Want to help me out?" You looked a little hesitant, but looking at me laying there in just my bikini bottoms, the girl you've known so long, you couldn't resist.

"Sure," you said, "I'll be over in a sec." You disappeared off behind the fence and I lay waiting for you on the grass. My pussy was wet, and my nipples were hard with anticipation of your hands over my body, the first time I'd been touched like that. I spread my legs a little more and I heard you coming through the side gate.

I looked over my shoulder and you had shorts on, but were bare-chested. You were in your 60's, so much older than me, older than my granddad, but that made me want it even more. Knowing how weird it was, how difficult people would find it to understand, turned me on even more. 

You knelt over me, your knees either side of my hips, and you splatted some lotion on your hands. You rubbed them together, and then I felt your hands on my shoulders, smooth with the lotion. You ran your hands down the tops of my arms and back up to my shoulders. Then you slid them further down my back. You asked me how I felt and I smiled, sighed, and said "Good." 

You carried on, further down my back, your smooth hands gliding all over me in the lotion. Then I felt it, you were kneeling over my bum, and I was sure I could feel something hard pressing against me. My nipples hardened and my pussy got wetter at the thought of it. You ran your hands up from my hips along the sides of my body. The tips of your fingers brushed my breasts, and on the way back down they did again, closer to my hard nipples this time. 

You were rubbing my hips along my panty line and getting closer to my arse. As your hands ran along it, your thumbs slipped under the material and brushed the top of my arse cheeks and crack, turning me on even more. 

"You want me to do a proper job?" You asked. Unsure what you meant, I said yes. You slid the tips of your fingers under the elastic of my bikini bottoms and pulled. I wanted to say no, part of me wanted to stop you, but I didn't. Instead, I found myself raising my arse in the air so you could pull them off more easily, which you did. You saw the wet patch which was soaking by now and chuckled, "You've been enjoying yourself." I was a little embarrassed. 

I was now lying on the towel, totally naked underneath you. Your hands moved back to the tops of my arse cheeks and slid right down them this time, your thumbs sliding into my crack. You slid round to the front of my hips, around my waist, and then back to the top of my arse cheeks and back down again, this time with your thumbs pushing against my tight arsehole making me gasp. Then your hands slid down to the tops of my thighs. You pushed my legs a little further apart so that my virgin pussy was now spread for you to see. You rubbed the curve where the top of my legs goes into my bum and your thumbs lightly stroked my pussy lips.

Then you stopped. Your hands moved off me and I heard a zip. I looked over my shoulder to see you taking your stiff seven inch cock out of your shorts. I'd never seen anything like it. "Stay right where you are," you said as you began to stroke it, your eyes taking in every inch of me, mostly focused on the tight pussy in front of you. You didn't say anything, and neither did I as you stroked your cock harder and faster. Nervously I waited for what would happen next. 

Then I heard you groan loudly, and my legs, arse, and back were splashed with warm sticky liquid. 

I still didn't move. After a couple of minutes you got your breath back. You leant over me, the tip of your limp, sticky cock brushing against my arse, and kissed me on the cheek. 

"You've been a very good girl," you said, "let's do this again soon." From the smile on my face, you knew that we would.



Sunbathing Best Friends



Victoria and Jasmine: best friends since high school, doing everything with each other: shopping, checking out hot guys, and just hanging around the house...the girls were inseparable. They had been friends for so long that they were both very comfortable with each other. They'd seen each other naked several times and even made out at party in front of a bunch of guys. Victoria went away to college first, leaving Jasmine back in their small hometown. 

Her first year, Victoria slept with a lot of guys and even tried to maintain a steady relationship with a guy, but she never felt like she was "satisfied." The only way for her to accomplish this feeling of satisfaction was to masturbate...and boy did she do that a lot! Although she knew she wasn't a lesbian, she frequently had lesbian thoughts that got her off while she touched herself at night. Sometimes she would think of her roommate and her having sex, but most of the time, it was Jasmine: her best friend. But right after she orgasmed, she told herself how wrong it was to be thinking of other girls. Months later, Jasmine also went away to college. Because Jasmine went to a larger university, she partied and drank more than Victoria did and had sex with several guys her first year. Victoria and Jasmine would call each other all the time, telling each other their stories about who hooked up with who and how life was treating them. Summer finally came and school was out. The girls were back at home, ready for whatever summer was going to bring them.

A month into summer, it was a hot sunny day. Jasmine had invited Victoria over to her house to go swimming. No one was home and they could sunbathe without their bikinis in the back yard. Victoria came over in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and Jasmine answered the door in a towel. 

"Hey girl! Glad you could make it...I was sooo bored at home by myself!" 

"Yeah no problem. I totally need to work on my tan anyways...I'm gonna run to the bathroom, I'll meet you outside."

Victoria went to the bathroom and Jasmine went out back. As soon as she was done, Victoria walked through the kitchen and stood at the back door, looking out at Jasmine. Jasmine was laying on her lawn chair, naked: her long brown hair streaming down over her shoulders. Victoria stared at Jasmine's 36dd breasts and made her way down to her bush. Jasmine trimmed her area down there but never shaved it all off like Victoria did, and Victoria loved that. She noticed that her pussy began to pulse. With her middle finger, Victoria touched herself and felt how wet she was. Before cumming right there, Victoria went outside.

"Hey, I was wondering where you were. What took so long?"

"Oh nothing...wow! You look quite comfortable!"

"Well I told you we were sunbathing, I need a tan without those hideous tan lines....aren't you gonna strip down?"

Victoria nodded and began to take off her clothes. She removed her T-shirt and shorts and stood in her panties and bra. As she began to unhook her bra, she noticed Jasmine staring at her from the corner of her eye. Victoria slowly stepped out of her panties, again, noticing Jasmine was watching. 

"Hey! I caught you staring," said Victoria, turning to face Jasmine.

"I...I...I wasn't staring," Jasmine said, blushing.

"Then why are you blushing?"

"Hello?! It's called a sunburn!"

Victoria walked over to Jasmine and moved her legs so she could sit down next to her. Victoria brushed Jasmine's hair off of her chest to expose her breasts. 

"What are you doing?" Jasmine asked.

"Can I tell you a secret?" asked Victoria.

"Ok..but you're kinda freaking me out."

Victoria leaned over Jasmine's naked body and whispered in her ear: "I know you were staring at me when I was getting naked...and I know that you were turned on cuz I saw your nipples perk up."

"What are you talking—"

"Shhh...." Said Victoria, as she pressed her lips against Jasmine's.

Surprising enough, Jasmine didn't pull back, but began kissing right back. 

Victoria pulled away a little and said, "If you don't want me to continue, just tell me to stop."

Jasmine didn't say a word. Victoria and her continued to passionately kiss. Victoria noticed how soft Jasmine's lips were, not like any guy she had kissed in the past. While they were kissing, Victoria began rubbing Jasmine large breasts, twirling her nipples between her fingers. She tilted Jasmine's head up and made her way to Jasmine's breasts, kissing her neck first and then kissing down to her nipples. Before she began to have her way, she looked up at Jasmine, waiting for approval. Jasmine just nodded.

Victoria started to lick Jasmine's nipple, sucking occasionally and even bit them. Victoria heard Jasmine start to moan and Victoria's pussy started to pulse again. Then Victoria started kissing Jasmine's stomach, making her off to her pussy. She kneeled on the ground in front of the lawn chair and pulled Jasmine's body to the end of the chair. 

"Now what are you gonna do?" asked Jasmine.

"I'm gonna make you cum...I've been waiting to do this for the past year and I want to taste you now."

Immediately after that, Victoria spread Jasmine's lips and dived into her pussy. She started at her clitoris, flicking it with her tongue. Jasmine started to moan, louder and louder, turning Victoria on even more. Victoria began to tongue Jasmine's pussy, up and down, side to side. Then she shoved her finger up Jasmine's wet pussy. Her one finger glided in easily so she added another one in there. Jasmine began to moan harder and faster as Victoria continued to lick and play with her pussy. 

"Ohhh Victoria...Ohhh God, Victoria!"

"Oh yeah baby....I wanna taste you, cum into my mouth...I wanna taste your hot juices!"

Jasmine could only tolerate so much more before she exploded all over Victoria's face...filling Victoria's mouth with her sweet honey.

"How was that?" Victoria asked, moving back up to Jasmine's face to have Jasmine kiss off her own juices.

They passionately kissed, Jasmine licking off of her own cum from Victoria's face. Suddenly, Jasmine pulled away and said, "But now it's your turn."

Jasmine got up from the chair and ordered Victoria to sit where she had just sat. Jasmine started sucking on Victoria's right breast while playing with her left one. Victoria sat there moaning, "Ohhh yeah Jasmine.....ohhh yeah!"

Jasmine made her way off the chair to the end of it, pulling Victoria's pussy close to her face.

"Are you ready for this?" asked Jasmine.

"I've been ready," and with that, Jasmine poured her head to Victoria's pussy, lapping her wetness up with her tongue. 

"Ohhhh Jas!!! Oh Jas that feels sooo good baby!"

After a few minutes of licking her pussy, Jasmine stopped and ordered Victoria to turn over and get on her hands and knees. Victoria did as she was told and kneeled over the lawn chair on her hands and knees. Jasmine was on her knees and pulled Victoria's back side close to her face. She spread her ass cheeks and began fingering the outside of Victoria's asshole with her right hand and rubbing Victoria's clit with her left. Victoria moaned. Then Jasmine removed her finger from Victoria's ass and started poking her tongue, in and out, in and out, still fingering her wet pussy. 

"Ohhh God! Ohh Jasmine I'm gonna cum!"

Jasmine continued licking Victoria's asshole and soon enough, Jasmine felt Victoria's pussy contracting over her fingers...

"OHHHHHHHH!!!!!" screamed Victoria.

They sat on the chair together, heads down, giggling. 

"That was fun," said Jasmine.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did," said Victoria.

"I hope that wasn't our only time..." said Jasmine.

"Relax baby, we have the WHOLE summer!"