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

Nora's Tale: 2 - Frisk on the Beach

... prepared for my run. Like most beach houses, it was equipped with an outdoor shower out of sight of any of our windows, and I often liked to rinse off there after a run before going to my bathroom to clean off properly. I went to the shower now to splash some water on my tired face before getting started. Something possessed me to look up at Levi’s attic window, clearly visible from where I was. My imagination began to wander, but I shook my head clear of any emerging thoughts and started warming up. Ten kilometers of beach-front running later, I was back in the same spot. I did some stretches in my bare feet to cool down before letting loose the fresh stream of water from the showerhead. Fully clothed, I stepped under the stream and sighed in contentment as it plastered my tank to my breasts and trickled down my cleavage. The water was all but sizzling against my hot flesh, and it quickly brought my body temperature down. I undid my ponytail and threw my head back under the stream, letting it penetrate my thick hair to my warm scalp. When I opened my eyes, the attic window was in my line of sight, and I watched as a large puff of smoke escaped from it. My heart – which had just begun to beat normally after my exertion – picked up once more with excitement. I couldn’t see into the window, but maybe the boy at the other end of that smoke could see me. With that thought, I peeled my top off and dropped it at my feet with a soft squelching sound. I glanced back up at the window ...

... as if looking for directions before running my hands over my flattened breasts. My thumbs tucked up under the band of the culprit – my neon pink sports bra – and I pulled that off as well. I grasped my tits directly then, pushing them together and feeling my nipples rise under my palms. They were still very hot, and the cold water felt heavenly against the flushed mounds. After my soft, perky breasts received a good deal of attention, I finally moved my hands down to the waistband of my spandex shorts, the only thing left since I wasn’t wearing underwear. I contemplated the best position to be in respecting the window, and decided on turning myself three quarters away from it. Then, keeping my legs straight, I bent at the hips and slowly dragged my shorts down my body. In my imagination, the angle I displayed myself at offered a nearly full view of my round, taut ass as well as my dangling breasts. When I stepped out of my shorts, I didn’t stand up right away. Instead, I grabbed my ankles, spread my legs ever so slightly, and began to run my hands up the back of my legs and over my ass as I straightened. I grabbed a globe in each hand and kneaded them. Pulling them apart, I began to bend once more – just a little – then stood again and turned back to face the house. My hands trailed around to my sides and back down my legs. When I brought them back up, it was on the inside. As I reached my upper thighs, I pushed my wet hands slowly against my even wetter pussy. I moaned as I ...