On The Beach

Dizzy and disorientated, consciousness slowly arrived like sunrise, and I wondered how long I'd dozed for. Must have been a while, the midday sun was now low, sunset was beckoning. For sure I'd earned it, my sleep sluggish brain could still recollect the previous night's activities, we'd spent half of it fucking. But to hell with schedules, we were on holiday. The little we were wearing didn't include watches, time was ours.But not her ass, I thought, as I looked across, that was mine, all mine, like I constantly reminded her, often with a playful slap. Her puppy yelps always made me smile. Seeing it now, small, pert and firm, sculpted from exercise, and bisected by the thin strip of her mint green string bikini, I was tempted to take another bite. This string hid only what it should, but displayed all it could, a view that had been attracting gawkers all afternoon long. Now, just like the noonday heat, they'd evaporated and the beach was ours.And she was still sleeping, lying on her front, her bikini top cast aside, still where I'd dropped it earlier. That had been when, at her urging, I'd massaged escort izmit sun lotion into her skin, all over her delectable body. I don't know who'd enjoyed that the most; me with my hands cupping her small pert tits; her, guiding my hands with her own, my oily palms dragging over her erect nipples as they'd massaged them in slow circles; or the couples either side of us, pretending not to look at our show from behind their shades. We'd been giggling about which of them we thought would first slink off for a quick one. She'd even put her small hands on mine to 'help' me. As if I needed help, her soft little moans were guide enough. Encouragement too, the way this was going I was prepared to give them all a show they'd never forget, she would have been my leading lady.Now lying beside her, I reached out to feel her butt, tracing the wonder that it was, soft and firm in equal measure, smooth and now slick with the suntan lotion I'd smeared over her cheeks earlier. The bottle was still by her, and a wicked thought began to take root in my mind...The beach was deserted, the setting sun and evening izmit escort breeze were making movement again tolerable, and her ass was glowing in the fading light. Two golden globes... the sun reflecting off the oil still lying on her skin. I reached out to them, touching them, squeezing them, kneading them. That need, my desire to have her once again, was tingling within me. I took the bottle and poured some onto one cheek. It ran down the slope, finding its own way to where it was needed, where it would be of use, in that space where the sun don't shine. I was going to use it, but ignore the instructions and its intended purpose. A higher purpose, to protect her most delicate skin, even more sensitive than her breasts and nipples, that skin we'd protected so deliciously earlier.I pulled her thong aside and the oil found it's way to her magic self-closing hole. Almost self-opening too, when you know the magic combination. It's a mix of trust, respect, and patience. My finger circled her anus, softly, but just firmly enough to encourage her door to open. As it izmit kendi evi olan escort came ajar, oil began to flow, just a tiny amount, all that was needed, a little going a long way, and as I continued to circle her anus it relaxed more, more oil was drawn in, and so the circle, just like that of my finger, continued. More oil, slightly more pressure, slightly broader circle, and the breach was made. Just my fingertip, and I changed from circling to pumping, very soft she, her hips, me, my arm. A partnership; her goal being the pleasure generated by her nerve endings, mine an emotional satisfaction that comes from being in the captain's seat.I stilled my hand, and shushed her, but didn't need to tell her why. I eased my third finger against the other two, making a tight triangle, as close to a circle as I could get them, as near to a round peg as I could make for her round hole. I took the bottle again and squeezed more oil onto my fingers, it ran down, running into her ass to guide my fingers. A corkscrew motion took them in, into her, deep into her, where my cock was going to go, where I was going to fuck her. She moaned as they entered, to the hilt, my lover pleasured in triplicate. She brought her hand to her bikini, pulling a bow, and I was liking her enthusiasm. It must have been an American g-string, because our two yanks were all that was needed to get it off.