Early afternoon rays reflect playfully off of the soft ocean waves. Temperature, at least 95 degrees. The air, humid and heavy with each breath. Sun scorches the coarse white sand, heat emanates onto every step. I walk slowly towards you, admiring the gorgeous view. Your body glistens and I can see tiny sweat drops forming across your brow. Your white shorts are sticking slightly to your damp body, emphasizing your tan, muscular legs and waistline. You watch my every move. I pretend not to notice. Hips swaying, legs tensing, breasts gently bouncing; my string bikini fails to hide much. As I approach, I tell you that I've missed you, and you assure me that you did as well.
A tight embrace ensues. The heat between us cannot be accounted for by the temperature alone. You wrap your arms around my thighs, lifting me high, well above your head. You spin with me, causing me to become even more lightheaded in the heat. As you lower me down gently, my sweaty body rubs all along your rock hard chest. My lips briefly meet yours. So soft, so smooth, so right. A fire is ignited.
We walk nonchalantly to my car in the adjacent lot, pretending to be long time friends. Who are we kidding? Anybody who even remotely glances in our direction can see that we are burning hot for each other. I unlock the car door. You command me to get in the back. I obey. The car is sweltering. A wave of heat encompasses me as I climb into the backseat. I start to shift over to let you sit, but you grab my legs and hold me there, climbing in on top of me. I lay back under your weight, spreading my legs to allow you to lie down in between them. Your hips center in between my thighs, you rock towards me, allowing me to fully feel your presence. You lips find mine. Kissing me hard, getting me hotter. I feel your hunger for me through your tongue, reaching deep, searching for more. I search back, trying to fulfill my needs. I gently suck on your lower lip, teasing you, letting you feel how much I want you. Sweat is pouring across our bodies, dripping wet, mixing together.
You hold yourself up with one hand, grabbing my breast with the other. Oh my God. I feel a surge of pleasure rock through my body. You massage it in a frenzy through the thin fabric of my string bikini, being rough with it, knowing just how I like it. You quickly push the material aside, exposing my hard nipple with is aching for your lips. You must have read my mind. You tongue finds its way within second, flicking it back and forth. "Oooh," I moan in pleasure. Damn, it feels so fucking good.