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Beach Bunny Boff

... blanket and threw it over my lap. “Aren’t you going to invite me to sit down?” “Oh, sure, please.” Hot! That’s what came to mind. Tiny gold bikini, barely able to cover her nipples and pubes. Slim but muscular legs, square shoulders. She pulled a towel from her carry bag and snapped it out in one clean jerk smoothly on the sand beside me. She knelt down gracefully and then laid out full length facing me. Her breasts were natural, rounded, hanging nicely in her top. As her hips shifted, a trace of pubic hair appeared on one edge of the tiny triangle of her bikini bottom. My towel covering rose another inch. Despite the lust rising inside me, I was curious, “Not that I’m disappointed or anything, but how the hell did you find me?” “Oh, Jason’s quite the talker. Seems to be a good friend of yours.” “Yeah, friend, blabber-mouth, that’s Jason,” I said sourly. She gave me a little moue then said, “The suns stronger out here than I thought and I burn easily. Would you mind,” and she handed me a bottle of tropical oil. I took it from her offered hand and must have looked like I didn’t know what to do with it cause she reached back and flipped the top while it was still in my outstretched hand. Then seeing I still hadn’t moved, she unhooked her top. Oh, wow. Those nipples. So erect! Uncovered, my cock grew another inch, quivering between us. “Start on my back please,” and she rolled over on her stomach. Now knowing what I was supposed to do, I shrugged my shoulders, got up and ...

... straddled her legs. My Big Ed, as I called him mentally sometimes, was now fully erect and it was hard as hell to focus. Ever the gentleman, I stupidly said, “You sure that’s all you want Rachel?” In a little-girl sweet voice she quipped, “For now. Slather please!” Yeah, later. I was about to slather all right, but kept my mouth shut this time. To reach her back, I slid up her legs, my balls pressed tight against the base of her ass, my hard cock resting in the crack of her firm buttocks. Jesus fuck, I was turned on but stayed focused, poured some of the coconut-scented oil on her back, smeared it around. I worked her back muscles from just above her butt with my left hand while using the heel of my right hand to firmly press down along the left side of her spine. I repeated the process on the right. “That alright to do Rachel, you know, to do the massage, or do you want me to just put on the lotion?” The only response I got was a low moan, so I continued. Grasping her shoulders firmly I squeezed and massaged them firmly until I saw her breathing become slow and rhythmic, relaxing. I followed with a gentle caress of her neck with my oiled palms. Then I delicately ran my fingers up her shell-like ears, being sure to coat the insides so they didn’t burn. I repositioned myself over her ankles. One leg at a time I massaged her calves, then upper thighs. The left first, then the right. I slid my warm, oily hands between her thighs and carefully stroked up both halves of her hard tight ...