He stood above her next to her sun bed, his body tanned and wet from the sea. “Can you rub some cream on my back please sweetie ?”

He squeezes a liberal dose into his palms. A subconscious thought runs through her head and is gone. His hands run across her aching shoulders, gently massaging the muscles beneath, spreading the cream across her back. Down her arms

“And my legs please babe” Another squeeze. Palms running from her ankles, over her calves. She parts her thighs slightly. Just enough to gain access to the inside of her legs. Don’t want him to get any ‘ideas’.

His left hand returns to her lower back. Easing the pain with firm but gentle pressure.

His right hand still stroking up and down her parted legs. He stops a moment to adjust the fabric of her bikini bottom before resuming the caress of her legs.

Laying there. Listening to the call of the birds and the crash of the surf as it ……… Wait. Did he just….. ????

She can feel his finger. Inside her bikini bottom. Parting the hair between her legs. Finding the moisture from within. Expertly seeking out her clitoris with practiced familiarity. Pressure. Her body immediately goes limp then tense as the beginning of an orgasm starts to build in her vagina. Tingling. She parts her legs further to allow him more movement. Arching her back slightly to encourage his fingers deep into her. His left hand still stroking her back. Classic ‘slight of hand’ Concentrate on what one hand is doing and miss what the other is up to.

With the quickening of her breath and the gyration of her hips he knows she is getting closer

She can feel his fingers alternating between her clitoris, her vagina and the entrance to her bottom . She is always surprised how erotic and mind blowing that feels. Even when she is alone. There is virtually no one on the beach but she tries hard to stifle her gasps as the first waves of her orgasm rocks her body. “Fuck. Shit Fuuuccc…..”

He stops when her movements subside

She lays there. Panting. A small shudder. She rises from the sun bed grabbing his hand and her towel.

“Fuck. I need to get out of the sun for a bit”.

She loves the feeling of the rough beach towel against her erect nipples. She leads him into their room, barely closing the door. She drops to her knees.

Her hands undoing his shorts. Pulling them down to reveal his erection. With expert care she places him between her lips. She can taste the saltiness of the sea on his skin as she grips his shaft. Stroking him in and out of her mouth. He lifts her up, carrying her easily to their bed. The white sheets. He slides her black bikini bottoms down her tanned legs revealing her familiar place. He positions his head between her legs and moves his cock within her reach and she resumes the oral exploration of his body with her tongue.

He in turn parts her knees. Once again she is open. Wet. Pulsing. He presses his tongue on her clitoris, flicking, sucking. Adoring this tender bead. Teasing it out from between her lips. Her hips rock rhythmically in time with his tongue. His fingers deep inside her. Stroking within

Her mouth and hand quicken the pace. Bringing him on to catch up. As she feels they are both a the verge of coming she jumps up. Straddling his torso. Feeding his twitching cock into herself as she plunges down onto him. She takes control and slides her body up and down him. Each time stopping when he is about to slip out only to drive down again.

“FUCK !! SHI….FUCK !!”

Her body shakes as her orgasm rips through her. She can feel him erupt inside, his hands gripping her thighs as he counters her thrust. She can hardly draw breath. Their room spinning. “Fuck, fuck fuuuuuuuu”

After a few minutes the shuddering subsides and she lays down on his chest with him still inside. Connected. Spent

She lays there a few minutes and opens her eyes. The warm sun. The crashing waves and the call of the birds. Laying on her sun bed. Alone. The rough fabric exciting her erect nipples. Her hand beneath her. Inside her bikini bottom. Her fingers teasing out the pleasure and wetness as only she knows how to.

She stands up. Picks up her belongings, her lovely new bag, as she heads back to her room. A wicked grin makes it way across her face. The grin he always liked

“Fuck. I need to get out of the sun for a bit”