As we lay on our towels the sun radiates upon us. We were spending the afternoon on the beach during a weekend vacation and being able to get away and listen to the waves is serene. You’re next to me in your bikini, the top strings untied so you don’t have tan lines across your golden skin. I’m reading the most current Cosmo and pondering some of their tips and ridiculousness but some have gotten my interest. Every so often we rub sun lotion onto each other so to not fry any more than we have. My hands glide along your smooth skin and around all your wonderful curves, slipping some fingers under the bands of your bottoms just in case. Every time I get more and more turned on…
A few hours later of hopping in and out of the ocean, digging in the sand, and chasing crabs we pack up and walk back to the house. You lead the way in just your bikini and flip flops; my eyes follow your moves and watch your ass and hips rock with each step. Once you look behind and catch me, then give a look of “you hot dork”. Having made it back we drop our bags in the kitchen when suddenly my wants over come self-control.