Nora's Tale: 2 - Frisk on the Beach - Sex Stories

Nora's Tale: 2 - Frisk on the Beach

... trick, but remembering what had happened in the change room this morning got my blood pumping again, but I just couldn’t help bringing it up. “Oh, and my boss felt me up.” “What?” Levi asked. “Did that bother you?” I bit my lip, trying to figure out what that new tone was in Levi’s voice. I was pretty sure it wasn’t jealousy, and decided he was concerned. “Um, not exactly,” I confessed, blushing under his gaze. “I mean, it was confusing, but kind of… hot.” Levi’s face split into a grin. “Well this is new,” he said. “You’re telling me,” I half-laughed. “How old is he?” Levi asked as if nothing could interest him more. “Thirty-something,” I said. “Thirty-five, I think.” This reminded me that I didn’t know Levi’s age. I shot him a speculating glance. “How old are you ?” “Twenty-one,” he said. “And just for consistency, you’re seventeen?” “Yeah,” I said. “So tell me,” Levi said, sitting up straight, crossing an ankle over his knee. “What did this man twice your age do to your little seventeen-year-old body?” I could tell he was getting excited, so I told him exactly what. “He was helping me apply sunblock this morning. He started with my shoulders.” “Mhmm?” Levi hummed. He put a hand across my shoulders. “Here?” “Yeah,” I breathed, my mind jumping ahead of me. “Then down my back…” As I said it, Levi’s hand worked its way to my neck and smoothed down my spine. I leaned forward, allowing him to continue. “Did he get inside this hole, here?” he asked, tickling the skin inside the ...

... cut-out with the tips of his fingers. “He did,” I giggled. Levi traced the outer seam of the cut-out, his finger against my flesh. He started at the bottom and circled counter clockwise, pausing when he made a full revolution. Then it slid back and forth as low as it would permit on the visible skin. “You have the most adorable dimples,” he said, pinching gently at the hollows on the small of my back, one at a time. “I see why he couldn’t keep his old hands off you.” “Under,” I said breathlessly. “He went under the suit, just a little.” “Like this?” Levi’s fingers slipped just under the seam. “More,” I said. His fingers moved further down, about an inch beneath my suit. “Like that.” “And he rubbed you like this?” his fingers scooped slowly around, just shy of the crack of my ass. “Mmm,” I hummed. “Then he got the back of my thighs.” Levi stood up to face me, and actually crouched down between my knees, scooping his hands under my legs. His palms moved teasingly up my thighs to just below my ass where the suit started, just as Noah had done. “And he went up under here, I bet?” Levi didn’t wait for an answer. His fingers slipped under my seem once more, just a little further than he had in my cut-out. Funny how Noah had gone a little further there too. Levi kneaded the soft globes of my ass from the outside, working in. My breath began to come in gasps as I knew where his fingers would go next. “How far?” he asked. He was looking up at me from between my thighs. I could feel his ...