Algren - Soaking Wet

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It was the middle of summer, and my girlfriend Jill and I had taken a long weekend to relax and enjoy the sun, and each other. Our jobs dont cut us much slack, so it was mid-August before we had our first real chance to get away. Shed never been to the beach with me so she had no clue what to expect. She probably thought shed simply slather on some cocoa butter, indulge in a meaty paperback, and swim till she became exhausted. Shed be exhausted, all right, by the end of the daybut not from sitting around. Wed borrowed our friends keys to the secluded, members-only beach, so our privacy would be guaranteed.

I settled into my chair and watched as she went through her elaborate beach ritual, her body snug in her new Pucci print bikini, pushing her tits out until youd have to be blind not to see them. She slowly oiled herself, moving up one arm, down the next, all over her exposed chest and cute stomach. She bent forward, treating me to a view of her perfect ass as she slathered the white liquid onto her toes, ankles, and calves. I had to shift in my seat as she kept going, her brow furrowed as she tried to get every last spot, contorting this way and that as her hand reached behind to get her back. Seeing her ass sticking right out in front of me, so perfect she could be a model, I sat on my hands in order not to reach out and squeeze those precious cheeks. Usually when she bends over like that, its so I can give her a nice, hard smack.

I crossed my legs in the chair and felt my pussy contract. Watching her is my favorite spectator sport. She loves to tan, and often steals a few hours of sun on our roof in the mornings. In preparation for this outing, shed tried on swimsuit after swimsuit, modeling the barely-there materials that accentuated every bulging, glistening curve.

I had opted for a simple black one-piece, a low-maintenance suit that doesnt cause me any trouble and still emphasizes the right parts of my body. I held back a smile as I watched Jill twist and turn to rub lotion on her back, first going over her shoulder, then behind her and around. I had plans to keep her on her back for most of the afternoon, but she didnt need to know that yet. Come here, I beckoned, and she did, sheepishly handing me the bottle. I had her sit between my legs and lean forward, then poured a healthy amount of lotion onto her back and started kneading it in, not simply rubbing but pounding it into her with my palms. As I pressed harder and harder, my hands roaming from her shoulder blades to the small of her back, she let out a moan. I pushed her head down and squeezed the back of her neck, pinching and pressing that delicate skin. I brought all my weight to bear, focusing on her neck and shoulders, feeling her go limp. I knew she was getting turned on, but I pretended not to and went about my business until her back was fully slathered with sunscreen.

I skimmed my fingertips down her back, lightly tickling her, then whispered into her ear, You didnt really need so much sunscreen on your back, you know. I dont think itll be facing the sun for too long todaythough I could be wrong. She turned her head and squinted at me but didnt say a word. She knew exactly what I meant, and I in turn knew that shed agree to whatever I asked of her. That arrangements worked quite well for the eight months wed been together, and neither of us has stopped getting a little thrill of arousal when I give her an order. Put on the sun mask, I told her, liking how this toy doubled as a blindfold. Its better for her to be slightly surprised, I thought, to have to wait in the darkness before I ravished her. I let her lie out in the sun for half an hour, let it beam its searing rays down on her, at the hottest time of day, her eyes hidden behind the mask. Finally, my timer buzzed and I dragged her into the shade. Can I go in the water? she asked, her skin warm to the touch.

In a little while, I demurred, and had her lie down. I have a better way to cool you off, I said, pulling her to me and kissing her, our lips pressing frantically together as I reached my hand between her legs. Immediately, she whimpered.

Please, Alex, please, is all she said as I played with her beneath the thin barrier of her bikini bottom. She spread her legs and I pressed harder against her, then gave her pussy a light tap and watched her body jolt. I let out a huge breath as I imagined pulling her suit aside to see her gorgeous pussy lips.

Quietly as I could, I grabbed some ice from the cooler, then let a few drops of freezing water fall onto her skin. She squirmed and tried to move but I knelt on top of her, straddling her as I brought the ice toward her skin, running it along her neck and over her breasts, lingering on her nipples until they stood out, hard and beaded. She whimpered, and I took advantage of her open mouth to slide the half-melted cube inside. I rubbed another cube over her bikini bottom, icing it up before sliding the ice all the way down one leg, then back up, doing the same with the other. I let her finish the cube in her mouth, sucking on it deliciously. Are you still ready? I teased her as I peeled off her bikini, slowly dragging it down her legs. In response, she spread her legs, showing me the pussy that never fails to elicit a raw, animalistic urge to fuck her. I moved so that my own cunt was balanced on my heel, grinding against my foot as I held open her lips with one hand and rubbed an ice cube against her opening with the other. She gasped and tried to squirm away, and when I removed the cube, she cried out.

Keep going, please, Alex, I need it, she begged. I slid the cube up and down her already slippery slit, pressing it against her clit before sliding it lower and then pushing it inside. I played with the ice, rubbing it against her inner walls and watching as the water dripped out of her, feeling her squeeze my fingers on this frozen delight.

Good girl, I told her, and that phrase, with my fingers slamming into her, was enough to set her off into a roaring orgasm, her whole body shaking as she clutched me for dear life. I rode it out with her, pressing my own heel against my tingling cunt, aroused beyond belief.

Now I was getting her where I wanted her. The sun was making me feel delirious. Okay, bathing beauty, now its time for a little contest. Well, youre the only contestantbut I still expect you to do be an excellent performer. I sat in the chair, mustering all the height and haughtiness I could. I looked her up and down like a sleazy judge at a cheap beauty contest. Come over here and turn around for me. She complied by strutting around, even bending over, showing off her curvy ass. I gave her butt a light squeeze, then made her put her bikini bottom back on and handed her a skimpy shirt. Were going to have a wet T-shirt contest now, so I need you to take off your top, put on this shirt, and then get in the water. Youll be judged like in the Olympics, on a scale of one to ten, with points for clinginess, sex appeal, and originality. You can do whatever you want as long as you keep your T-shirt on. And before you even ask, you will be highly rewarded for a high scoretrust me on that. I could see her eyes light up, her mind churning as she tried to figure out how she could dazzle me. Ill be sitting right over here, I said, pointing.

We were practically touching, and she batted her eyes at me the way she always does to get what she wants. Can I really do whatever I want as long as I keep my T-shirt on? she asked, putting on a simpering manner. She sure knew how to drive me crazy, and I almost bagged the whole thing, scooped her up over my shoulder, and brought her home, but I came to my senses in time. This would be too much fun to miss out on.