He looked at me quizzically, as I took his hand. His eyes widened as I placed his fingertips just inside the triangle of my swimsuit top. I eased his large hand further in, and closed my eyes as it reached the edge of my areola. Thankfully his hand gained animation and proceeded to cup my full D cup breast in his hand, then relaxed into stroking the underside with his pinky finger. I opened my eyes to his intent stare, and glanced down to find his pants starting to look tighter in the sun. We sat on the beach, listening to the waves roll in, the wind keeping us cool in the bright sunshine. I could hear a couple of kids playing in the water about 50 yards away, but otherwise the beach around us was deserted.
Pinch.
I gasped as the wave of pleasure traveled from the tip of my nipple down to my aching core, and flashed my attention back to Chris. He grinned devilishly back, so I upped the ante. Scooting closer in my beach recliner, I reached over to place my hand on his swim trunks. I let my eyes wander to his abs, the six pack, and his juicy pecs that I wanted to get my hands on. Again. Looking at his wavy brown hair and tanned face as he flashed me a smile, I hated how hot he was. He knew he was a hunk, and that I would do anything to feel my body pressed against his hardened muscles. My hand traveled up his thigh and came to rest gently on the bulge that was slowly growing in his trunks. I gave a sudden squeeze. His grip on my breast tightened as his eyes shut and lines formed on his forehead. Swiftly and deftly, I made my move.
Swinging my right leg over his chair I straddled him. Pulling his swim trunks down just enough to expose his hard cock, I gazed intently into his bright blue eyes that had widened watching my maneuvers. Before he could protest, I grabbed his cock firmly in my right hand. My body blocked the view of his stiffened member as I started to slowly stroke. The wind masked the sound of his soft groans of pleasure. His fingers traced circles on my areola, and soon his left hand started to violate my other breast. His head tipped back, and he closed his eyes. My free hand lazily traced the edges of his pecs and abs, warm from the sun. I could feel wetness growing inside my swimsuit bottoms, and longed for him to slide into me.
Pinch
My eyes flew open, having settled closed when I started stroking him firmly.
Pinch
My other nipple violated, I gritted my teeth. Now he would pay. Glaring at Chris, I slid my swimsuit to the side, exposing my wetness, and started rubbing the head of his cock along my pussy lips, teasing him. Again, his eyes widened and the assault triggered his protests.
"There are people here, you can't--mmmmm" I had pushed his tip inside me, despite his misgivings about our public display. Painfully slowly, I lowered myself all the way down to the hilt. Resting there on his lap, I could feel his tight balls through my swimsuit. My soft belly was pressed against his rock hard abs. Squeezing my pussy, I raised up until just the tip was inside me, then sat back down quickly. He let out an involuntary moan. I started to rock my hips.
Relax-In.
Squeeze-out.
Relax-in.
Squeeze-out.