It was so hot out, well over ninety degrees, and I could feel beads of cold sweat trickling down between my breasts as I lay gazing at the clear water. I needed to feel its coolness. I stepped into the blue water and a shiver ran through my entire body. I walked slowly down the incline, savoring the feeling of wetness moving steadily up my legs, the water sweeping gently between my thighs until it reached above my waist with its soothing coolness. I couldn't stand it any longer and dove under, letting the water soak my burning skin.
I didn't pay much attention to where I swam; all I cared about was the intoxicating feeling of the water welcoming my entire body into its cool embrace. I lay on my back gliding along, my breasts exposed above the water's surface with tiny waves lapping up against them. My body in a near state of ecstasy, I couldn't help but take a brief moment to reach down and caress my yearning clitoris, pleasure washing over my entire body just as the water had. Almost reluctantly I resumed my backstroke, swimming parallel to the beach. Then suddenly I ran into a solid chest. I choked and sputtered trying to get my feet under me. A pair of strong arms pulled me easily into a standing position, but I still felt off balance.
I steadied myself against the man's muscular shoulders. He brushed my hair back and I looked up into the most gorgeous face. His skin was a caramel tan. His dark eyes were warm and friendly and his lips were turned up in a sexy smile that showed off the dimples in his cheeks. His hands, which had been wrapped firmly around my waist, slipped down around my ass as he pulled me closer to steady me.
"Careful." he whispered.
My breath caught in my throat as I absentmindedly let my hands slip down to his rock hard chest. I could feel his nipples like small stones under the softness of my palm. His chest was bare and smooth. Suddenly self-conscious, I quickly removed my hands from this man's chest, and not knowing what to do with them now I grasped his forearms near my waist.
I couldn't tear my gaze away from his face, and the smooth lines of his luscious lips. His muscular thigh rubbed against my own smooth legs creating a slight friction from the skin to skin contact that made me shudder. I could feel warmth enveloping me that had nothing to do with the sun, and everything to do with my own building passion. I looked up into his eyes and found a look of desire there that mirrored the passion I was feeling for him. We held a gaze for what seemed like an eternity, but one that could never last long enough.
He moved his head toward mine with confidence. My heartbeat sped up as he kissed me softly, my lips tingling with the caress of his. He tasted of salt water, a cool mint, and something indescribably male. I could feel his flaccid penis pressing into the softness of my stomach as he drew me in even closer, its very presence making the blood rush from my head. I wondered to myself what it might be like to touch it, knowing inside that it was a ridiculous fantasy. It had been several months since I had felt any man's penis in my hand, or anywhere else for that matter, and I missed that feeling desperately. I knew deep down that this was just a brief kiss and would likely end in just a moment with us saying something awkward and embarrassing and quickly parting ways.
As we embraced my breasts smashed lightly into the lower part of his chest, wishing they were free from the bikini top that held them prisoner. I pressed them closer, feeling the steady and rhythmic beat of his heart, never wanting this moment to end. As we kissed I moved my breasts ever so slightly from side to side, rubbing them across his muscular chest, making me dizzy with desire. I began to notice a reaction to this from him as well, feeling a more pronounced bulge pressing urgently into my stomach. God it felt so good. I wanted this man's body right then and there. I intentionally leaned more of my weight into him, pressing my stomach forcefully into the bulge of his growing cock, as my kissing took on more urgency and passion. It didn't matter that I didn't know his name, my body knew what it wanted and that was all that mattered at the moment.
Almost reluctantly he pulled away from me and stared into my eyes with a half-smile formed by his lips; a look that made me melt as though I were made of butter. The water lapped at my breasts, teasing my nipples. I suddenly realized that I wasn't breathing. I made a conscious effort to take a quick breath in, only partially relieving me from my state of breathlessness. I brought my hands back up to his chest to feel it once again, caressing it as though I were giving him a massage. His gaze left mine and moved down to my hands, watching as they slowly meandered over his muscular torso. I couldn't hold back as my fingers inevitably moved down to his waistline. I ran the tip of an index finger between the elastic waistband of his trunks and his smooth skin as he lowered his head to kiss my neck. His mouth on my body was like fire on ice. I don't think I'd ever experienced such passion and desire. Slowly and cautiously I placed another finger just inside his waistband, and then another, pulling it slightly away from the skin of his stomach, all the while waiting for him to reel back and let me know I had gone too far. But to my surprise it never happened, his kisses on my neck and shoulder almost inviting me continue on.
