[[FM] I (F28) met a new lover (M28) on a tropical island.] (https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z2lcvb/fm_i_f28_met_a_new_lover_m28_on_a_tropical_island/)
“I apologize if I was awkward last night. I honestly have no idea what I am doing. I was a virgin until last night…”
“Shut up. You are a virgin? OH MY GOD PAUL! There is so much more that we could have done!”
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I took his warm hand in mine smiled. “Come on, follow me.”
We had completed our little bit of preliminary shopping at Micronesia Mall and had been heading back to the hotel to drop things off and get changed for some swimming. I turned us back around to the mall.
“When do you have to be back on ship?” I asked, thinking about the ships schedule I could remember.
“I have some work to do at the port on Monday morning. But other than that, just meeting some guys at the beach on Sunday for that ships BBQ.” He replied, more than a little confused.
“Ok, well you need supplies, because you are not wasting your time to go back for clothes.” I had already been through his backpack a few times last night looking for beer and candy. I knew he had a toiletry kit, another pair of weird military white boxers and a swimsuit. He had already changed out of the button-down shirt he had been wearing last night to a polo shirt with a Marine Security Guard unit logo from Singapore. His fashion sense was very predictable.
We turned around back to the mall and were greeted by the cold dried air once again. “Listen, we don’t need anything drastic, but if you are not getting back to the ship, we need to get you some more underwear, a pair of shorts, another pair of pants and a couple of non-collared shirts.”
Paul nodded and we spent the rest of the afternoon in total female foreplay and man hell as I took him from shop to shop making him try things on and buy underwear, that had color other than white. By the end of the afternoon, we had many more bags and Paul was clearly agitated by the amount of time he had spent shopping.
We dropped the bags back off in the hotel with the front desk. I knew that had we gone back to the room I would have had a tough time leaving. But I still had some things to get done.
There was a very kitsch tiki bar not too far from the hotel that also had food. We went in and grabbed a table. Paul looked like the cat who had swallowed the canary. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips and grabbed his hands pulling them towards me.
“Stop being so nervous. You are in a very unique situation. Just enjoy it. Have a beer and then I have some questions for you.”
“What? What situation?”
“We are going to have sex tonight Paul. We are going to have sex tonight, tomorrow and Monday. There is nothing you can do that is going to change that, so just relax. Don’t worry about any baggage. Don’t worry about anything.”
Our Guam1 beers arrived, and Paul took a long sip.
“Alright, I am not going to beat around the bush. What the hell Paul! You are a virgin! How? How did you do what you did last night? I have never had a guy who could do that. How did you do that without ever having had a girl?”
Paul blushed and explained that he had spent the last ten years reading every sex advice column he ever found. After a while he realized that the sex advice was all salacious and nonsense, but the cunnilingus and fellatio advice columns all seemed much more realistic. So, he had read every Elle, Cosmo, GQ and Men’s Health he could find.
I nearly spit out my beer. So, I had cum to the point of crying, my ribs still hurt from my orgasms last night, all because a virgin had read a bunch of women’s gossip and men drooling over teenager magazines. Oh my God.
“Well, Paul, never, ever, doubt your talents with a woman. You are simply sensational at eating pussy.”
“So, before it gets too late and the stores close, I have to ask you, do you have any expectations? Have you built up a fantasy over the years that needs to be addressed?”
Even though we had been talking about this for over an hour he was still a little uncomfortable just talking about it. “What?”
“Paul, do you have anything you expect any expectations? I have a little shopping left to do. Do you want lingerie? You saw my lingerie collection last night. Sweats and undies. When you were imagining losing your virginity over the past years, I am sure that is not what you were imagining.”
Paul just blushed “No, Tracy I had no expectations. In fact, last night exceeded anything I have ever dreamed of.”
I squeezed his hand, paid the bill for the beer and appetizers and pulled Paul back into the street. We walked hand in hand to the Kmart.
I know that it sounds funny, but stores are different in the Pacific and Kmart had the things I was looking for. We grabbed a basket and a few bottles of water.
“We are going to get dehydrated. Hydration is important.” I smiled
I found the personal grooming Isle and grabbed a box of a Phillips shaver/sheers.
“What is that for?” Paul asked.
“You caught me unprepared last night. I am going to trim up a little.”
Paul’s eyes got larger “No, Tracy, your hair is beautiful! I was so relieved you had some down there. Please do not trim it.”
“This is about you. I like a bit of hair anyways. I am a bush woman; I think it looks feminine. Normally, I would have things a bit tighter. A bit more groomed, cleaner. But if you like, for today, I’ll put this back. But know this, half of the fun is experimenting, and I reserve the right to trim away to my heart’s content regardless of what you like. Deal?”
Paul shook his head and squeezed my hand. We ended up just buying four bottles of water and heading back into the hot humid air.
The hotel was cooler. The walk down the corridor to the room was quiet. The regularly spaced lighting was glowing steadily. There was a TV playing a recorded US gameshow on that could be heard from the hallway. I squeezed Paul’s hand and opened the door.
The hotel room was a typical offering for a mid-range Pacific hotel. You entered into a little hallway through which you could see the foot of two Queen beds to the right in the larger bedroom with the bathroom to your immediate right and a hanging closet to the left. The hanging closet door also doubles as a floor to ceiling mirror. If you were to walk straight into the room, to your left was a large bureau that doubled as a TV stand. The TV was on tuned to the Weather Channel showing the weather in California. There was a round table with chairs and an almost functional reclining easy chair past the second bed in front of the window. Our shopping from the day had been placed in the closet and was visible when I pushed the door open. The lights were on, and you could see the early evening fading light through the closed privacy treatments.
I pulled Paul in and let the door close behind us. I pulled him into me, my back against the hallway wall. I put my hand around his back and pulled him into me tightly, my nose in his neck just breathing deeply. I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him softly, for the first time parting my lips and touching his with my tongue. His mouth opened and I felt his tongue touch mine. My stomach fluttered a little bit. I pulled his head tighter to me.
“Put your backpack down Paul.”
The backpack with all of our water hit the floor, I pulled Paul back and he pushed his body weight into me this time against the wall and we kissed. I was running my fingers along his scalp as we kissed. His short high and tight bristling under my touch. I put my hands on his waist and pulled his polo hem out. I slid my hands up his waist feeling his toned and warm body. I could hear his breathing catch as my hands ran down his back as we kissed. I could see Paul’s strong back in the reflection of the wall closet mirror.
I pulled Paul into the main room to the foot of the first bed and pulled his shirt off. He had a strong chest, it was not big, but very toned and strong. I kissed his chest, each of his breasts. I kissed both of his erect nipples. When I started kissing his abdomen, I reached for his belt and figured out the ridiculous fastener it had. I unsnapped his khaki slacks and slid them down.
I hooked a thumb in his awful white boxers and giggled. “Paul you are never going to wear these boxers again!” and I slid them down. My God, his amazing penis just stood there, strait up and out. The head of his penis was higher than the level of his belly button. It was already wet on the end with a glistening spot of precum. I threw the boxers in the general direction of the waste basket and just gripped Paul’s butt cheeks in my hands. They were hard and I could feel the muscle. I pulled Paul to the bed, seated beside me and we just kissed while my hands admired his body, touching his every contour.
He touched my breasts through my shirt and slid his hands down to my waist looking to slide his hand in.
It was my turn to laugh again. “Welcome to the body suit. They are designed to prevent moments like this.” I said as I smiled.
I stood up and unbuttoned my pants, letting them slide down to the ground at the foot of the bed. My shirt actually snapped with a set of three snaps in the crotch which I unfastened. I gave Paul a look of confidence and said, “Try again.”
He pulled my shirt over my head. I was now standing in front of him naked except for a pair of green bikini bottom panties. He pulled my hips towards himself on the bed and his nose ended up in my belly. He was just taking me in. Breathing, looking up at my face. Looking at my breasts. I adjusted my body to place a nipple right in line with his mouth. He kissed my breast and took the nipple into his mouth. More flutters.
Paul stood and went to his backpack pulling his toiletry kit out. He fumbled around and produced a small box of condoms.
I sat down on the bed, catching my breath, the pacing had been a little thrown of track and I looked at him. He was trying to open the box, standing there with his huge hard on just pulsing between his legs, almost bouncing with his heartbeat.
“Paul. You are going to have to make this decision for yourself, but I am telling you now that you do not need to wear a condom. I am on the pill. I know that you have no STD’s. I feel comfortable doing this without a condom if you do.”
Paul paused. I could actually see questioning in his eyes as he replaced the box on the table and walked back over to the bed.
“Are you sure Tracy?”
I just pulled him back in for another kiss and once again, my tummy fluttered. This time as we fell back to the bed, I could feel his hips squeeze close. I could feel Paul’s testicles squeezed against my panties and the head of his penis making my belly button sticky. I hoped that my belly ring, which was smooth, to me, did not catch his penis.
I reached down to touch his scrotum. His testicles were large and warm in my hand almost pulling away from my heat. His balls were harrier than I had remembered from last night. I pulled on his scrotum lightly. I could feel Paul’s body tighten. I moved down the bed and took in his special cock again. That head which was “normal” but after the crown the shaft widened dramatically for several inches before tapering back down the girth of his head again and then remaining consistent to his pubic bone. It was spectacular.
My jaw was aching, and I had to take him into my mouth. I took the shaft into my hand and lightly touched my tongue to the stream of precum glistening on the head of his penis. Paul flinched. His cock twitched. His reaction was so genuine and concerned.
“Tracy! I am going to cum.”
I stopped touching his penis and watched it pulse and his scrotum tightened. It pulsed with his heartbeat, quickening and then slowing down with no contact to it. I heard Paul’s breath recover. He looked relieved. He looked into my eyes with a look of wonder and apology.
I laid back on the bed with my hand caressing his stomach and kissed his lips again touching my now salty tongue to his.
I pulled him up with me, where we were both sitting up in bed. Both of us on our knees. I took his hand and put it on my panties and just held it there. I could feel the heat from his hand on my pussy. I fell back in the bed on my back, his hand still on my panties, his body kneeling next to mine. He was just watching my chest raise and fall, my nipples standing on my breasts, his hand just palming my mons pubis.
I lifted my hips and Paul slid my panties off my legs and deposited them below on the floor. Now he was just staring at my pussy and the mound of hair covering my vulva. He ran his fingers lightly over my bush and it was my turn to take a deep breath.
Paul knelt at the end of the bed, one hand on my pussy, his right hand lightly touching his own penis as if to steady its pulsing in front of his abdomen. His eyes were drinking my body in. I saw his pupils start at my eyes and search down to my breast and then dart to my furry pussy where he still traced lines with his fingers down my thighs to my labia and outlining my pelvic bones.
“Tracy, I am going to cum. I can feel it. I need to slow down.”
“Paul, you might cum. You might not. We don’t know. What I do know is that you are going to be fucking me with that magnificent cock of yours for the next three days…regardless of what happens right now or in the next five minutes. Take your time. Go slow and only do what you want to do.”
Paul shifted between my legs, his cock in his right hand and his left hand just lightly rubbing my pussy. Almost caressing it with the backs of his fingers.
“How do I know you are ready? Do you need more foreplay?”
I lifted my knees up, sliding my heels to my butt, exposing and opening my labia. I slid two of my fingers into my pussy and brought them back out wet and glistening. I placed my fingers on Paul’s lips as he looked down at me. I traced his lips making them wet and pushed them into his mouth. I could feel his warm tongue lick them.
I then took his hand from his cock and took two of his fingers and ran them inside my open pussy. Feeling a little penetration of my vagina for the first time and brought them back out wet and sticky with grool and brought them to my mouth where I sucked on them, feeling my jaw relax.
“Paul, I am already ready”
He steadied his penis again and looked at me deeply and longingly. He shifted his knees forward, touching his penis to my labia. He traced his penis head following my outer labia from the bottom of their opening to my little clit. It was my turn to moan when his penis touched me. He steadied his now wet penis head again my vulva. I shifted ever so slightly, raising my hips to position him outside my vagina.
He just bent ever so slightly forward, and I could feel the head of his penis start to fill me as it passed my inner labia. He pulled it back out again, catching his breath.
I groaned. God that had been so close. I needed him inside me. I opened my knees wider. I wanted to put my legs around him and pull him in. But I also wanted this to be at his pace. This was his moment.
He placed his penis against my vagina again and for two minutes just pushed it in ever so slightly. Not passing the crown where it widened. His penis was soaked. My pussy was throbbing. I was now the one not sure how long I could take this.
After about five minutes I noticed a look of commitment on his face. He had not looked at my eyes since he had been teasing my labia. Focusing on his penis sliding in ever so slightly and then back out. But he looked at me now, I saw him relax and for a second at ease as he positioned his penis again with his hips touching mine. He bent forward and kissed me. He straitened up and just leaned forward.
OMG! I felt the crown pass through my labia and the shaft just continue in. My hips involuntarily opened again to give him a better angle. This time he just kept pushing in. I felt my vagina now pulse and expand and tighten accommodating his widening shaft. My breath was now quickening. An audible moan escaped from me.
“Unnngghhh…Paul”
He slid most of the way in, his eyes not breaking contact with mine. Then he looked at his penis shaft, halfway in me and started backing out.
Now I did put my legs around him. “Don’t take it out. I need to adjust to it”
He had no idea what I was talking about, but I needed time to get used to this new fullness.
He only pulled about an inch back and then pushed forward this time the entire way. Our pubic bones coming together. Paul steadying himself and then pulled back a few inches, and ever so slowly thrust forward again. Paul’s eyes switched back and forth from my face to his penis, he could see the shaft sliding in and out and my inner labia followed his shaft. I traced my hands along his hips and shoulders admiring his abdomen as it tightened and heaved at the same time.
“Oh God…I am going to cum” he moaned.
He quickened his pace thrusting deeper and pulling back less each time. I could feel his cock expand and start to twitch. A slow pulsing different than that of his heartbeat it was mimicking earlier. Now it twitched deliberately.
Now I finally pulled him into me with my legs. “Stay in Paul. Stay in…you are beautiful…stay in.”
I watched his orgasm envelop his body. He kept thrusting, smaller grunt, each one successively smaller than the last as his penis slowed down. His chest became taught and his hand and arms locked on my hips.
I put my hand between my legs and felt his shaft in my vagina. I moved up and rubbed my clit once, twice and on the third time felt my own orgasm welling unexpectedly not from my clit, but from deep within. It was as if my clit had just pushed me over the edge.
“Paul! Fuck me…Unnggghhhh” I pulled him deeper now wrapping my legs around him and pulling him towards me where he collapsed on my chest. “Fuck me…” I moaned as my orgasm washed over me with his weight on top of me. “Holy shit…fuck me…”
I held Paul as our bodies spasmed. His cock still pulsing though no longer twitching. I could feel my vagina start to loosen its grip ever so slightly as his penis completed its ejaculation and ever so slowly softened up inside my body.
I brought Paul’s face to mine and kissed him. Slowly. Longingly. My tongue pushing for his, seeking his out.
“I am sorry Tracy, I tried, I just…”
I kissed him again to shut him up. “Lesson number one with sex Paul. Never apologize during sex.”
I hugged him tighter. I could feel his penis start to relax in my vagina.
“Sex is messy and sex is awkward. Never apologize…and Paul, you really are magnificent.”
We laid there for what must have been ten minutes. Just kissing and caressing. His now flaccid penis still softly occupying my pussy. No more words spoken. Paul was a quick learner.
I rolled him to the side and the sweat between our bodies was now exposed to the cooler room. His penis finally slid out and I could feel the trickle of cum start to trace down to my bottom.
I reached down to touch his sticky penis. It throbbed lightly. I pushed him flat, his back to the bed and I cupped his scrotum. It was wet and sticky, a combination of my cum and his, with our sweat.
Once his penis was flat to his groin, I saw it for the first time flaccid. It was remarkably small nestled in his pubic hair, leaking ever so slightly. I bent over and took it all into my mouth, the whole thing. I could taste my pussy. I could taste Paul’s sperm. I could smell both of us in his pubic hair as I sucked his penis clean. Licking it inside my mouth as I could fit the whole thing in. I caressed his testicles. Paul twitched when I would directly touch the head of his penis with my tongue, but he soon got used to it and relaxed.
He was moaning soon and that penis was slowly growing in my mouth. I could feel it enlarge and I could no longer contain the whole thing as it lengthened. It got long first and then expanded to fill my mouth. This was a long, slow blowjob as I luxuriated tasting our sex and smelling my juices in his crotch.
Occasionally he would try and sit up and I just pushed him down. He was not really resisting. I am not sure what he wanted to do. But I would just put my hand on his chest and push him back to the bed and then go back to licking that sex drunk penis.
Soon it was large enough to stroke as well as lick and blow. It was glowing wet with my saliva and there were crystals of dried cum within his pubic hair. After probably a twenty-minute slow blowjob I started to recognize a pulse in his penis again as it throbbed ever so slightly. Paul moaned gently.
I moved up straddling Paul’s chest with my hand between my legs stroking his pulsing cock. I leaned forward and kissed him. He could taste our bodies on my lips. I sat back, positioning his cock at my vagina once again and just sat back.
Paul’s eyes widened to saucers once again. While in control of the penetration I was able to shift my hips allowing my pussy to take his erect penis again. Now I could control the tempo as I rode his hips slowly at first feeling his erection fill out inside of me. I put my hands on his chest and just rode him. I was not concerned about how long he lasted or when or if orgasms would come. I just needed him deeply within me once again. I could feel the knot of his penis deep within me and I was not letting it out. I did not need to deal with the widening of my vaginal opening as it slid in, to accept it once it. I could just enjoy the knot inside.
I picked up the pace just riding his cock, I could feel his previous ejaculation run down my bottom slowly. I reached around behind me and grabbed his scrotum and pulled slightly while picking up the pace and just riding Paul
I could see the sweat on Paul’s chest and the sweat glistening on my breast. Paul was now moaning, and his hips were writhing. “Tracy, you are going to make me cum…”
I simply kept riding and squeezed his balls in their scrotum tighter, pulling them from his body.
I felt his penis start to twitch again. His second orgasm came slower this time and I saw it wrack his body slower as his eyes locked into mine. I just kept riding him, moving my hand from his balls to between my legs and started massaging my own clit. My clit responded nearly immediately and I felt my orgasm start to tingle right there as I touched it. While I rubbed my pussy, I took my other hand off of his chest and brought his hand to my breast.
“Squeeze my nipple.” Paul squeezed lightly and I put my hand on his and showed him how to squeeze harder. My orgasm shot from my clit to my nipple and I could feel my vagina squeeze on his now receding orgasm. Throbbing on his cock and pulling whatever he had left to offer ejaculating into my vagina once again. “Oh fuck me Paul…”
I collapsed onto his chest slowly sliding my hips back and forth now riding the last of my orgasm on his penis.
We kissed and cuddled. That was it really. We kissed and cuddle for what must have been another ten minutes before I lightly cleaned off his penis really just to savor the smell and the taste or our two sessions on his magnificent cock. We were both sex sticky now. Our skin sticking together and the pops and crackles of sweat and dried cum on our bodies.
Paul pulled me up this time to kiss me, tasking our bodies once again on my lips and tongue.
This time I had to jump up and go to the bathroom to pee. That was a lot for my pussy and I needed to take care of it. I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet for the first time realizing that my legs were shaking. I was exhausted and my legs shook the entire time I sat on the toilet.
When I got back to the bed Paul was just laying on top staring at the ceiling. He shifted his gaze to me when I reentered the room and smiled. “Thank you, Tracy.”
“Shhh…you are simply amazing. Where is that water?”
Paul and I laid there just enjoying each other’s embrace and sneaking kisses for a couple of hours. My hands explored his body and I encouraged him to explore mine. There was lots of caressing and lots of kissing. At some point we got cool and pulled the sheet over us. Paul would occasionally pull it down to just study something on my body. But we basically just enjoyed one another.
At some point Paul noticed that my nipples were erect again and his hand started to linger around my pussy. He fingered me to my next orgasm studying the rising and falling of my chest and taking little pecks at my nipples with his mouth. Occasionally he would taste his fingers and what was left of our two bodies from earlier. When that orgasm hit me he grabbed my closest nipple between his lips and pulled my nipple into his mouth. His other hand tweaked my far nipple. I thrust my pussy onto his hand and I felt my orgasm build slowly.
When we finally fell asleep mid-morning in our sex drenched room, Paul had given me one more of his gossip magazine inspired cunnilingus sessions and I had received a second, much more relaxed and unrushed true missionary love making session. It was slow and delicious. I had embraced his body while it was working and had gotten a feel for his yummy back and I had gripped his hard buttocks as they thrust into my body. Paul has slowed down and no longer had that look of doubt. He was now just full of wonder, excitement genuine sexual curiosity.
I remember actually being slightly sad showering in the morning. While Paul was tracking down coffee, I jumped in the shower first almost melancholy to wash away the nights funk, stickiness and passion. I remember running my fingers through my pubic hair and having to wash it to remove the dried and matted cum and other fluids. When I peed in the morning my butt cheeks actually had to be pulled apart to free them. What a night.
When Paul returned, coffee in hand, he was surprised to see me showered. I kissed him and was delighted to still smell our sex on him. He had not showered before leaving. As he stripped and prepared for his shower he glanced at me longingly. I knew he wanted me to jump in the shower with him.
“Shower sex is hard and takes lots of lube” I told him “We’ll have plenty of time.” I kissed him and slid the shower door closed.
The appointment we had was actually Paul’s He was supposed to meet some of the ship staff for a meeting and then some of them were headed out to the beach on Tumon bay for a BBQ and swimming. I knew the other guys so they had invited me to join them after their meeting.
The BBQ turned out to be a pickup your food and take it with you affair so all of us decided instead of hanging out at Tumon beach we would head out with a vehicle one of them had access to, to a more secluded beach with less ships personnel.
So the four of us piled into a truck and drove to Ritidian point, the northernmost beach on the island with our BBQ equipment and swimsuits.
Beaches is Guam are amazing and it is famous for its snorkeling. The water is that blue/crystal clear you see in the movies. There is actually sand on Ritidian point and there is crystal clear water to swim in and tide pools dot the periphery. The weather was great this trip which was nice because the reef did not offer the point much protection so the water could get unpredictable. But the four of us were able to relax in the water, BBQ, drink a few beers and in general just relax away from the masses of ships company.
Paul was wearing his silly green Marine Corps swim trunks. I had forgotten to put a swimsuit on his. However, I had on an equally regrettable, though highly fashionable at the time, boy short bottoms with a short sleeve sun guard top. My Swimsuit was red and had a Wonder woman logo emblazoned on the chest. It was all about sun protection.
We spent a couple of hours relaxing in the sun and swimming. Occasionally Paul would pull my hand to his. He was being very sweet, not knowing if our relationship was a relationship and what he could do in front of these two other guys. I tugged his fingers and tried to assure him that our weekend was still our weekend.
When it finally started to cool off we all left the shade and headed into the water to get a last swim in. The other two guys swam for about ten minutes but then wanted to return to the beach for “prime sun tanning rays”.
Paul and I flopped around the surf before wading out in the shallow water a bit further from the shore. I pulled Paul in close for a kiss. “You are amazing” I whispered into his ear pulling him close. The other guys were tanning on the back of the beach. We kissed with the water lapping at our chest. It was that perfect water temp where you could not tell the difference between the water and the air. I felt Paul’s hard on as we kissed about the same time I felt his hand brush my boy short bottoms.
The tingle in my tummy surprised even me. Paul rubbed my breasts through my sun top. My nipples were pressing through my Wonder woman top. Paul was fumbling with my boy short bottoms which were specifically designed not to slip and let sand in. I thought he was out of luck before I felt him just start trying to pull them down. I was just able to see brown hair from my pussy through the water when I wiggled away.
I smiled at him and kissed him “Boy shorts just aren’t designed for easy access. It is not going to work.”
He looked crestfallen. more than slightly disappointed. I reached my hand into his shorts and pulled the length of his penis out under water through one leg of his swimsuit.
“If you want to fuck me in the water, you really need to get me a better swimsuit.” I smiled.
“What?” he groaned as I stroked his cock.
“A better swimsuit.” I put one of his hands inside of my boy shorts where he could feel my pussy. “You need a swimsuit with easier access” I said. “You just want to be able to pull it to the side, not remove it.” I continued stroking his cock which was fully erect in the warm water.
I was standing with my bottom to Paul. His hand around my waste, stroking my pussy slowly. My right hand had his cock firmly in it as I jacked him faster. I felt his nose nuzzle my neck and he grunted. I looked to my side, and I could see his ejaculation in the crystal-clear Pacific Ocean as he grunted into my ear. So carnal. It was beautiful. I stroked until he moved his hips away and then I turned and kissed him.
“If you wanted to buy me a Wicked Weasel swimsuit, I would wear it for you” and I flopped in the water and swam back to the shore watching him adjust his swimsuit and follow.
That was it. The rest of the weekend was love making, fucking, sucking, blowing, fingering and in every way possible just exploring one another’s bodies. And now Paul could actually say that he was not a virgin.
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