We’d been out on the lake all day, skiing with friends. It had been subtle, but a constant volley of torturous teasing for five hours. It started as an innocent pass of his hand across my bare belly as we watched a friend wakeboard behind the boat. Then he painted his fingers along the top of my bikini. A single fingertip ran along the inside edge as the others feathered across my sun-kissed skin. A hot shiver ran down my spine, capturing my breath and holding it hostage. He deviously smirked as he drank in my lustful expression, and I knew the game had been scheduled without my permission.
I’m not one to be outdone, so he became my target also. I pressed my ass against him as I sat between his legs, grinding gently back and forth with the rock of the waves, enjoying his rapid hardening cock. I also needed more sunscreen applied, more often than usual. Even though his hands lathering my skin was a form of mutually assured destruction, I devilishly enjoyed that the flush of my skin was less noticeable than his desire on display. As soon as he’d get soft, I reached for a sip of his drink, dragging my wet top and hard nipples across his arm. There was no ebb and flow to our day, only escalation and acceleration.