Horny on the Beach - Sex Stories

Horny on the Beach

... touched. We stopped and looked at each other. I moved my fingers on her thighs and she convulsed, her eyes still locked with me. I moved to her cheek. She closed her eyes. It started again.

It was different this time. It was a delicate dance, getting as close as we could, without actually kissing. I couldn't help myself and reduced the wait between the squeezes. We circled about each other's lips, to the left, to the right, just above, just below, and all the directions in between. Our lips brushed once or twice, but never landed over each other. And we definitely never strayed too far.

Any semblance of sense she had got eroded with time, as she caved into the pleasure of my squeezes. It was three surfaces that my hand rubbed against. Our lips brushed more frequently now. I accidentally put my thumb over her privates and she let out a gasp. And then, like divine providence, the humming slowed down and yanked us back to the real world.

Waves foamed up and down the beach, and ships murmured in the distance. The chair straightened and unclasped her. Our faces were warm and red. We couldn't look at each other, and the lingering arousal didn't help.

"We got too carried away, didn't we?" Sis blushed.

"Yeah... it was the sunset and the beach and the massage..."

She looked downwards, and I stood beside her. None of us dared voice our thoughts. Were we thinking the same thing?

"It was good... the massage..." she whispered. Her t-shirt and skirt fluttered in ...

... the breeze.

It was such a relief to hear her voice. The awkwardness was suffocating. I'm so glad she enjoyed it.

"Yeah... sad it had to end..."

She stood up and looked at me, her gaze soft but intent. I put my other arm on her back and she did the same. I lowered my eyelids and drew her close.

Liplock.

I could taste her lip gloss. I pressed my lips gently and sucked on her, but she needed more. She gave me a French kiss. Her smooth and slippery tongue shot tingles across my face. She pressed me towards her, and I dug my fingers into her hair.

This couldn't go on outside. I bent down and lifted her into my arms. Shocked, her heart racing, she braced herself and closed her eyes. Her soft body pressed against my rigid torso.

"Should we go inside?" I asked, and she opened her eyes, and I walked into a beach house.

"Are we allowed in there?" she asked.

"If you let me, it's your room after all," I chuckled.

I lowered her onto the bed and sat across her. She looked at the rustic wooden interiors and the majestic sunset outside the window. The windchimes gave an ethereal charm to the place.

"This is what off-season rates buy you."

"It's beautiful," she said and steered me down. My back landed on the mattress. My t-shirt crinkled up, leaving my belly exposed. She stared at it, mesmerized, and pushed the hem up my torso, as far as it could go. But it stopped at my chest. At that moment, my t-shirt covered a hidden weakness even I wasn't aware ...