Part I HERE

The sand burned my feet as I ran, my hands clutching my still-naked breasts to my chest. My new friend ran beside me, laughing maniacally as her own breasts bounced freely, her towel and bag clutched under her arm. Behind us, further up the beach, the man in uniform was still shouting something, but we were too far away to hear it.

As we ran, I wondered how long he had been watching us; if he’d seen me arch my back at the moment of orgasm, pinching my nipples and moaning whilst I gyrated on my new friend's tongue. I wondered if it made him hard; if he had stood there and stroked himself for a few moments, succumbing to his own desires before remembering his job would be in jeopardy if he was caught.

And I wondered if my new friend had cum too.

For now, it didn’t matter, and we continued to run, bursting into the shade of the trees, still naked, still giggling. The seeds and leaves and branches were rough underfoot, and our pace slowed. The air was cooler here, more tranquil, and the flood of adrenaline from being caught started to dissipate.

My new friend stopped to lean against the trunk of a large tree, the dappled light playing on her body as the canopy swayed overhead. She squinted through the trees, and, sensing no further danger, took a bottle of water out of her clutch bag and drank half of it in four thirsty gulps. She offered me the bottle and I took it. The cool water was like heaven on my parched throat, and she watched me drink it with a curious smile. When I was finished, she took the bottle back and placed it in her bag

“Mi chiamo Cecilia,” she said, reaching out her hand.

I giggled at the formality of the gesture, my pussy still tingling from her tongue. A moment of dizziness passed through me at the unreality of the situation - two naked strangers stood in the shade of the trees, shaking hands like we were conducting a business meeting.

“Acorn,” I said, my eyes drifting across her body. “I…assume you don’t speak any English?”

Cecilia continued to stare at me, her smile widening. “Non capisco,” she shrugged, her delicate shoulders momentarily catching a patch of sunlight and burning golden. Her little body was incredible.

She saw me looking and pursed her lips, striking a model-esque pose, pushing her breasts together with her forearms and accentuating her ass by bending. I grinned at her.

“Yes, very nice,” I said. “You’re a goddess.”

She giggled and reached out again, this time softly grabbing my breast and rubbing her finger across my nipple. A jolt of electricity passed through my body. She laughed playfully at my reaction and then looked at me with pleading, suddenly innocent eyes.

“Di più?”

I didn’t understand, but she didn't wait for my answer anyway. She crossed the distance between us on white toes and placed her hand softly on my cheek. She kissed me, her plump red lips meeting mine and making my legs weak. Her tongue searched my mouth and I could taste my own pussy on her lips. Our bodies pressed together, lubricated by the sweat of the midday heat.

“You’re really good at this,” I breathed.

She laughed and shrugged again, placing her bag and towel onto the fallen leaves. She looked around and then lowered herself to all fours, her ass and pussy directed toward me. She opened her legs a little and turned back to look at me.

“Qui, per favore,”

We may not have understood each other, but I was starting to get an impression of her. I realized she was enjoying this. Our lack of shared language was not a hindrance to her, it was an exciting challenge, a turn on, something extra to make her laugh longer, flirt deeper, and cum harder.

And I was up for the challenge.

I crawled toward her, her lips visibly wet. I wanted so badly to part them with my tongue and taste her, but I restrained myself, instead planting little kisses on her ass cheeks and running my hands up her inner thighs. She spread her legs wider and backed up into me.

“Shh, not yet,” I whispered, pushing her away, continuing with my little kisses. She moaned in pleasure and yearning, and so for a little treat I placed an extra special little kiss on the centre of her pussy.

“Mmm, sÌ,” she moaned, her voice breathy with desire. My lips came away wet, and when I licked them, I couldn’t help but taste a little of her juice. She tasted as good as she looked.

“Per favore,” she said again, arching her back, pushing her glistening pussy even closer to my face. I smiled. I was in control now. She wanted me just as I wanted her.

I extended the flat part of my tongue and began to lick.

[Thanks for the support guys. I keep having to stop and make myself cum when I’m writing these stories, so I hope they are doing as much for you as they are for me! As always, Part III if there's enough interest.]