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... deserted section of beach. Sweat ran down Ray’s face, dripping off the end of his nose and chin. “God, I’ve never known it so bloody hot,” he said, placing his cargo on the sand. Helen, with only a few beads of perspiration on her top lip and throat, smiled at him. “Yep, this is some summer we’re having. C’mon, let’s cool off in the sea.” “Great idea,” said Ray, peeling his damp shirt over his head and stepping out of his shorts. He was left in swim trunks and trainer shoes. Helen, meanwhile, sat on the blanket to remove her open-toed pumps and slide her jeans down toned and bronzed legs. It had, indeed, been a summer for getting a spectacular tan. Standing, she flipped off her little top and was left wearing a tiny, white bikini brief. “Crikey,” she declared, hopping from foot to foot, “this sand is bloody hot. C’mon, race you to the water.” She set off, running and leaping, trying desperately not to let her feet touch the burning sand for more than a mini-second. Ray laughed, eyes focused on Helen’s jiggling buttocks and the occasional side flash of swinging breasts. She splashed into the water and paddled out until the gentle waves washed against her midriff. Ray walked slowly, a smirk on his face. No burning sand problems for him - he still wore his trainers. Just a few yards from the water’s edge, on damp sand washed by the sea, he stooped to slip them off and then strode rapidly into the cooling sea. “Bastard,” said Helen, as he approached. “And you didn’t even bring ...

... my shoes with you.” Ray put his hands on her soft but hot shoulders, grinning as he gazed into her blazing hazel eyes. “Never mind,” he said, “I promise I’ll fetch them for you when we get out. But you did look a sight, jumping about like a puppet with tangled strings.” “Ha, ha,” said Helen sarcastically and scooped up water, splashing it into Ray’s face. He spluttered, shook his head like a wet puppy and then submerged into the sea. Helen squealed as Ray, circling behind her, tugged down her briefs to mid-thigh before emerging at her back, reaching round to fondle her breasts. His thumbs rubbed her prominent, aroused nipples as he kissed wet and salty shoulders and the nape of her neck. Sliding his hands below the water level, he grasped Helen’s hips and revolved her to face him. Arms wrapped in a wet embrace, the meeting of their flesh somehow cool and hot at the same time, they gazed into each other’s eyes and smiled. The tip of Helen's tongue rolled along drying lips and they meshed mouths in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing and flicking, sucking and licking. Both were oblivious to the waves rippling and tumbling onto the beach. Ray’s hands brushed down Helen’s spine until he clenched her buttocks. She sighed heavily and took a sharp intake of breath when a hand came over her tummy and slid down between her legs, cupping her pussy. Fingers pressed along her slit and she clasped her hands behind Ray’s neck, her knees sagging as a digit parted her labia and sought her opening. ...