“It’s still so hot!” She stretched again, her tank top pulling up to reveal an expanse of belly over her shorts. “Let’s go for a swim.”
“Okay.” I stood up and brushed sand off my legs. “I’ll go get a suit on.”
Mrs. B grabbed my hand, her slender fingers squeezing mine. “No need. Private beach and the kiddos are gone, remember? Come on.”
She peeled off her tank top, standing there topless while she unsnapped her shorts and wiggled them down her hips. I knew I shouldn’t have been shy, considering, but something about this felt different, like there was more conscious intent behind it. I just watched her reveal her body, which had become familiar to me, and yet still filled me with a slow, burning need.
“Want some help?” she purred, using the same tone she used with Doc, as she moved toward me, lifting the edge of my t-shirt. I let her, lifting my arms in acquiescence, my eyes never leaving hers except for the brief moment when the material came off over my head. Her fingers brushed over my shoulders as she dropped the shirt to the sand.
I didn’t say anything when she knelt, tugging the elastic of my shorts down over my hips, pulling my panties with them. I just looked down at her, seeing her eyes moving between my legs. The sun turned her hair a fiery gold and made the light in her eyes seem even brighter.
“Hm, need to shave again,” she murmured, standing and letting me step out of the shorts at my feet. “Want me to help you later?”
I nodded as she took my hands, pulling me closer so we were standing belly-to-belly, our breasts touching. I wanted her to kiss me, and I think she knew it. She smiled, squeezing my hands and then turned toward the water.
“Last one in is a rotten egg!” She ran toward the shoreline. I only watched her for a moment, her sleek, tawny body streaking toward the water, and then I was after her, both of us tumbling into the surf, laughing and clutching each other in the waves.
Wet, our bodies slid together, and I’m not even sure how it happened, but we were wrapped around each other and her mouth found mine. Everything was sosoft -her lips, her breasts pressing into mine, her thigh between my legs, the hair my hands got tangled in at the back of her head. It went on and on, the sun finally slipping down below the horizon as we kissed, moaning into each other’s mouths.
“Come here.” She pulled my hips forward, lifting me in the water, and I wrapped my legs around her body, pressing in tight. I felt the heat of her pussy against mine, more pronounced with the coolness of the water all around us, and I ground my hips against her as we kissed, making her moan.
Her fingers slipped down there between us, finding me, opening, probing, and I gasped and rocked, wanting more. My clit throbbed with that dull ache, like it would never stop. I wiggled and pressed against her, rubbing my breasts into hers, feeling my little nipples sliding wetly over the fullness of her chest.
She lifted me out of the water a little bit, her hands moving over my back, her mouth finding my nipples, sucking first one and then the other. I moaned, my legs wrapped just below her breasts, feeling them pressed hard into my belly.
Writhing and twisting on her as she made fast circles with her tongue around my hard nipples, I threw her off balance, and we tumbled into the water, both of us crying out. I came up sputtering and laughing and she did too, wiping salt water out of her eyes. Still, I reached for her, not wanting it to end, not wanting it to go back to the secret silence of just a few hours before. She took me in, kissing me again, sucking at my tongue, more urgent now.
“Come on.” She led me toward shore. “We’re safer on the beach.”
I giggled, following her as we kicked up sand, which was still warm but cooling now that the sun had set. She spread a large blanket and laid down on it, pulling me with her. Our bodies were still slippery wet and she tasted like salt water when we kissed. Her thigh slipped up over mine as we lay on our sides, my hands moving slowly, tentative now, over her shoulders, her arms, her back.
She looked at me in the dim light, her hand moving down to cup my little breast, moving her thumb over the nipple and making me shiver. Then her tongue followed her fingers, making those same circles over my wet flesh. I felt her breasts pressing into my side and, reaching my fingers down, found a fat brown nipple and squeezed it.
“Oh God, yes!” She arched her back. Encouraged, I rolled it, tugged on it, rubbed my palm over it, and she moaned louder against my breasts, licking them faster, back and forth between them now.
“Oh Mrs. B!” I moaned when her hand slipped down between my legs, her fingers opening me up again, finding my center. My pussy was a hot pulse against her palm.
“I think you can call me Carrie,” she murmured as she slipped a finger inside and I flushed at the thought. I couldn’t even imagine calling her by her first name-still!-even with her hand rocking over my mound, her fingers, two now, moving in and out me. I found her other nipple, making her groan when I tugged at it, so fat and hard between my thumb and finger.
She kissed her way down my belly and when I realized where she was headed, my whole body filled with anticipation. My skin was still beaded with water and the air felt cool now the sun was gone. Her fingers never stopped moving in the darkness, seeking the heat at my core as her tongue slipped down my smooth, flat belly, and then over the swell of my thighs.
“Oh God,” I whispered, rocking against her hand, staring up at the blue velvet sky. “Please.” She knew what I was asking for and slipped her fingers out of me, pressing my legs back with her palms. I opened them for her, feeling a little less exposed in the near-dark, hanging onto my knees as I spread wide for her tongue.
“Such a pretty pussy,” she breathed, the heat of her words burning through me, and then she licked me, her tongue finding my clit and focusing right there, a wet little flicker that went on and on. I pulled back more, lifting my hips, and she seemed to understand, sliding her fingers back inside of me, twisting them as she started to move in and out.
“Yes,” I hissed, her tongue sending the most delicious sensations along my spine. “Oh God, Mrs. B, finger me, do it hard.”
She groaned, the vibration of her voice moving right through me as her fingers moved faster, harder, slamming into me as she worked my clit with her tongue. I rolled my head from side to side, dizzy with the feeling, wanting it to last forever and knowing I couldn’t possibly hold out against the soft lapping of her tongue, the pounding of her fingers into my pelvis.
“So close,” I whispered, and that made her lick faster, fuck me harder, making those little encouraging noises in her throat that sent shivers through me. My pussy was swollen and wet under her mouth. I felt the mix of my juices and her saliva running down my ass toward the blanket.
“Ohhhhhhh now, now!” I cried, unable to keep it back any more.
It came like a tidal wave, sweeping over and drowning me in my own pleasure until I gasped for air, shuddering and arching against her mouth, her fingers still working between my thighs. It moved through me so long I thought I was going to die right there, spread open on a blanket with Mrs. B’s face buried between my legs. Then it began to ebb, in hot, pulsing waves, like a tide slowly receding.
“Good girl,” she whispered against my pussy, feathering kisses all over my mound, giving me goose bumps. Staring, panting up at the sky, I saw the stars just starting to come out. I pulled at her, wanting her, and she came up and kissed me so I could taste me in her mouth. Sucking on her tongue, I groaned, feeling her breasts pressing into my side.
“Let’s go get all this sand and salt water off,” she whispered into my ear, nuzzling my neck.
“What about… Doc?” I was still breathless, dazed, floating.
“He’ll be gone for hours,” she assured me, standing and holding out her hand. “He and Tom Holmes are going out to play pool.”
I took her hand, letting her help me stand, and she kissed me again, her mouth greedy, telling me how much more she wanted, and I wanted it, too. We both shivered when we entered the air-conditioning and brushed off as much sand as we could before we ran naked up the stairs to the bathroom. I felt a little more shy in the light, with her eyes on me, even though they were warm and kind…and hungry.
“What are you doing?” I watched as she started the water in the tub instead of the shower.
“I thought a bath would be nice.” She sat on the edge and felt the water. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body, the full, lush brown curves, the way her hair shone even when it was wet. “Don’t you think?”
