Beach picnic in paradise

We have waited for months to be together and now that it is actually happening, we both want to make the most of this sexual adventure. Driving along the coast road listening to Faith Hill sing, "This kiss is unstoppable," I look over at you and you appear half asleep. Your short summer dress flaps about in the breeze showing your tanned limbs and the swell of your tanned breasts, which just drives me crazy. Though in all fairness, everything you say and do drives me crazy. I have waited so long to thoroughly explore your body. I rest my hand on your thigh and gently caress the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

"Mmm," you murmur and open your legs a bit more. I slide up to your pussy and let my fingers brush the soft pubic hair, and gently stroke your soft lips. The motion of the jeep makes my hand move around your puffy lips so that you don't know where my fingers will be next. I glance over as you sit back in the seat, lounging, with a big smile on your face. I feel your juices start to wet my fingers as I explore. I stop the Jeep by the secluded beach, which is bathed in sunshine. The turquoise blue sea laps lovingly at the golden sand.

Forgetting myself and becoming transfixed by the sight of paradise, I slip into a daydream. Your soft moans bring me back; my hand rests lazily on your thigh. "Oh fuck, you make me so fucking horny," you whisper as you insert two fingers into your pussy. The palm of your hand smacks at your hard clit. "Oh fuck, mmmmm, aaahhhhhhhhhh, oh fucking Jesus." Watching you bring yourself off makes my cock grow in my shorts. I can't resist feeling myself through the thin material as I watch you sit back in the seat and recover. It's all I can do not to recline the seat, and fuck you there and then. But on reflection, we have all day. You look at me smiling and put your fingers in my mouth. "These need cleaning honey." I lick all the pussy juices off your finger, savouring the sweet taste of your hot honey pot.

Your hands travel down my bare chest and stop at my shorts. Your fingers caress me through the thin material then move over so you can run your mouth along my hardness. A hand creeps up my leg to massage my cum-filled balls. "Oh honey, I need to taste you so bad," you plead softly to me. My mind drifts back to two weeks previous at your instruction to eat plenty of fruit, keep off drink, spicy foods, headache tablets, and the most difficult off all, no sex or masturbation for two weeks. All this so you can have all the natural tasting cum I can supply. Slowly you ease my shorts off and my hard cock springs up. We never break eye contact as you kiss my thighs and all around my balls then lick the length of me. My hands caress your light coloured hair. Slowly you stroke me and watch my hardness produce a droplet of precum. You squeeze it, trying for more and the drop grows bigger. Appearing to be satisfied with this, your tongue laps it up.

"Mmm. Oohhh honey. I knew you would taste this good." You tease me a little and finally you take all of my hardness in.

You stop and look up at me. "So you reckon you can last 7 minutes, do you?"

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