Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 11

... bump on full display), as well as the two little infants, Kaden and Piper. Kaden was playing with his plastic blocks in the sand while Devon was cradling Piper and singing nursery rhymes to her. We wanted to greatly limit the childrens' time in the sun, obviously. "Look at me, Jeremy! I'm surfing!" I turned in the direction of that voice and chuckled as I saw Lindsay sprawled out across a surfboard, her arms and legs extended and making paddling motions. "I'm a surfing pro!" Problem was, she was doing it in the sand. Lindsay was at least 60 feet from the water. "You'd have so much more fun if you tried that in the ocean, honey," I advised her, closing the distance between us. I knelt down next to her as she shook her head quite vehemently at me. "We would watch after you out there." "But I don't want to be eaten by a _Jaws_," was her standard, typical response. I had heard it a thousand times! Lindsay was adamant in not wanting to come anywhere close to the ocean because she feared some predatory sea monster would rise up and devour her. It had been this way since day one with her. Only on the rarest of occasions were Trish and I somehow able to coax Lindsay more than five feet out. "Come out to the water for me?" "No!" Lindsay squealed in defiance, although she did it with a smile. Then, she coyly glanced down at her sweaty, divine body, naturally causing me to do the same. "Look at me, Jeremy... I'm covered in sand." I chuckled at her youthful exuberance and proceeded to ...

... give her taut backside a hard, forceful swat with my right hand. Lindsay jumped and yelped in response, her blue eyes raging as she glared back at me. "Now what was THAT for?" With the coral reef that protected this beach, the wave that was big and powerful just seconds ago barely fizzled around my feet as I made my way into the mighty Pacific. I dove onto my surfboard and paddled some 50 feet out to the duo of Kristanna and Pamela, who seemed to be waiting for me. "Hey stranger!" Kristanna greeted me. "Did you convince Lindsay to come out and join us?" I stifled a laugh at her silly assumption. "No." "The water feels perfect!" Pamela exclaimed. Kristanna and Pamela were even more beautiful wet, the water beading on their delicate skin, blonde hair slicked back upon their heads, their eyes being showcased between thick lashes. Pamela combed her hair back with a single finger, then giggled as she brushed up against Kristanna's surfboard and hugged her lovingly from the side. Kristanna, of course, proceeded to push Pamela from her board and then dunked her head underneath the water for a good five seconds. "HEY!" Pamela roared with a happy grin once she soon re-surfaced, splashing her wife for good measure. Pamela climbed back onto her board and straddled it, her legs spread to either side. She then grabbed the tip of my own board and tugged herself a bit closer. Then closer still. Pamela's skin was bronze in the midday sun, glistening as she bobbed in the clear blue water, ...