She gracefully swam out to the string of rocks that rested beside the short waterfall. The short falls dropped into a basin below where most of the park’s visitors gathered to swim. She had been down there enough times to feel safe that hardly anyone knew how to get up to the top. The road to the top of the falls had been blocked as well, due to some construction, so she felt confident that she’d have lots of privacy. She dragged herself onto her favorite rock, her jiggling flesh damp as a water sprite’s. She shook out her long dark hair and wiped the water from her clear green eyes before peering over the edge. Carefully she scooted forward on her tummy. Already shivers of excitement were coursing through her veins, causing the stubs at the peaks of her luscious breasts to pucker and tingle. She naughtily considered how delicious an orgasm would feel at just that moment, but thought better of it. *Not here anyway.* But why couldn’t she?
Author: Henryhoove_12
Revenge is a Dish Best Served Soon (ENF / Exhibitionist & Voyeur)
Jo stroked her hands down the back of her thighs to release some of the sand that had stuck to her moist skin. The perspiration of the morning’s play glued her loose t-shirt to her back, and it hung low over her bikini briefs. Yvette had already moved off down the beach and, after shifting her feet into her sandals, and retrieving their bags, Jo followed.
Yvette was a little shorter and curvier than most of the volleyball players in the tournament, and not as good, she would not have been playing in the tournament at all had Jo’s regular partner not twisted her ankle the previous day.
Jo had imagined herself in the papers the next day, it was not often that she got the opportunity to play in a high profile tournament in her sport, but when Abbie went down injured, the possibility of winning seemed to disappear. Yvette was adequate, but that was it, and without the agility to make up for her lack of height they had been up against it all morning.
Yvette walked on past the practise net and on to the sea, where she knelt, wet her hands and ran them through her blond hair.
Revenge is a Dish Best Served Soon (ENF)
Jo stroked her hands down the back of her thighs to release some of the sand that had stuck to her moist skin. The perspiration of the morning’s play glued her loose t-shirt to her back, and it hung low over her bikini briefs. Yvette had already moved off down the beach and, after shifting her feet into her sandals, and retrieving their bags, Jo followed.
Yvette was a little shorter and curvier than most of the volleyball players in the tournament, and not as good, she would not have been playing in the tournament at all had Jo’s regular partner not twisted her ankle the previous day.
Jo had imagined herself in the papers the next day, it was not often that she got the opportunity to play in a high profile tournament in her sport, but when Abbie went down injured, the possibility of winning seemed to disappear. Yvette was adequate, but that was it, and without the agility to make up for her lack of height they had been up against it all morning.
Yvette walked on past the practise net and on to the sea, where she knelt, wet her hands and ran them through her blond hair.