I saw the trajectory of his gaze and leaned forward to show him more. Upright, I knew this blousy coverup was sheer enough to clearly show my bikini which in turn was just barely up to the task of containing my breasts. As I leaned toward him, pretending to have trouble hearing him over the waves, I knew he could now clearly see the divide between my breasts.
I've spent a lot of my life trying to cover up, to hide my generous tits. I hate it when guys stare at my chest. But Alex had already made it clear that he was interested in me, not just the components, but the entire package. I knew I was about to fuck him and I had no worries about it; he'd shown himself to be smart and funny as well as hot. I'd been celibate for way too long.
That being the case, I was going to make sure that we both enjoyed our first lovemaking very thoroughly.
I walked back into the condo to retrieve the bottle of wine from the fridge, and reaching from behind him to refill his glass, I let my left breast graze his bare shoulder.
Such a small touch, but so gratifying. Not only did he freeze in his chair but his words trailed off, leaving me entirely unsure of his opinion on ...hm, what had he been talking about?
After filling my own glass, I sat down again, but this time I sat next to him rather than across the table. I stretched out my foot, letting it lightly brush his. He looked at me with the most appealing mixture of uncertainty and desire.
So I leaned in again, this time to kiss him. It was slow and hesitant, at first. But when we broke away to look at each other the doubts had faded.
This time when I kissed him he caught my wrist and gently but firmly pulled me towards him. I obliged, letting him tug me out of my chair so that I was standing in front of him. Again, I bent over, slowly, to remind him to take another look down my top, and then I kissed him again, opening my mouth to suck on his lower lip.
When he released my wrists I raked my nails oh-so-lightly down his chest and felt his nipples harden. Meanwhile our lips and tongues continued to explore each other and my breathing was getting pretty ragged.
It was my turn to grab his arms and pull him out of his chair. I didn't stop kissing him but opened one eye to aim both of us at the chaise longue just a few feet away. He landed with an "Oof!" and I chuckled as I threw one leg over him so that I was straddling him and the chair but no longer touching him at all.
Standing over him, I paused to appreciate the sight before me. He looked disheveled, breathless and wanting. He wore nothing but swim trunks and they were now a little tented. Looking pointedly at his crotch, I licked my lips.
I was beginning to reach for him when he suddenly sat up. Taken off-balance, I stepped back and looked at him in confusion. Had he changed his mind? Shit. Just as I felt the blush of embarrassment begin to bloom on my face he grinned and stepped toward me again, extending his hand.
"No, baby. I'm not at all done with you, But let's go where we have some privacy." It was almost a growl and deep inside me I felt some powerful visceral reactions. He led me back inside, past the living room where we'd kicked off our shoes a while ago and into the bedroom. He spun on me and closed the gap between us, grasping me by the wrist. It was almost too tight, his grip, but when I looked back into his face I saw a bright look of mischief there. Stepping close, he grasped the bottom of my coverup and lifted it over my head. Then he reached behind me, lightly tracing my spine from the nape of my neck to the very top of my bikini bottoms. Involuntarily I shuddered at the lightness of his touch. God, I love to be teased! He kissed me, playing with my tongue and creating a slight vacuum that sucked the breath out of me as he continued to lightly fondle my back and shoulders.
Finally he cupped my shoulder with the palm of his hand, circling the soft roundness there. As his hand moved around to the front again he removed all the contact except his index finger which then drew a line down the triangle of my bikini top. My breath caught in my throat as he traced the suit's line from my shoulder to the center of my chest. Then on the return trip, he gently pushed the fabric to the side, exposing more of my soft untanned breast. He curled his finger, reaching into the suit to brush the nipple and make me gasp. He drew the same path several more times, each time pushing the soft triangle further away until my breasts were fully exposed and the fabric was bunched uselessly at the outside of my tits.
Then he finally did it; he laced his fingers in the upper ties of my bikini top and pulled. My breasts sprang free and he made a guttural noise then stepped in to kiss me while his fingers played with my nipple and his palm gently cupped the full breast. He was clearly paying attention to my reactions, since he quickly adapted; his touch became gentler, teasing so that I arched toward him, asking for his touch.
His kisses grew more pressing and he drove me back against the wall. Once I had its support he stepped back and dropped to his knees in front of me. If there's a more erotic sight than a gorgeous man on his knees in front of me, I haven't yet seen or imagined it. I was practically purring.
And then he locked eyes with me and reached for the string ties on my bikini bottom.
Oh god, yes.
