A CRACK ON THE BEACH - s****r-IN-LAW TAKES OVER. T - Sex Stories

A CRACK ON THE BEACH - s****r-IN-LAW TAKES OVER. T

... continued caressing the length of my cock. I knew if I took my cock out and started masturbating openly, my orgasm would be immediate. So I toyed, rather than masturbated. My words didn’t seem to infiltrate Cee’s moment – she was in her own space, her hands now naturally going to work. Her thumb skipped and jumped over her step-s****r’s nipple, gently at first and then with some pressure. Her left hand squeezed her own breasts, snaking between the two. She held Shy’s nipple between her fingers and slowly she squeezed and milked it. “Oh God,” she moaned. Then she stood back, withdrawing her hand from her blouse. She was breathing quite rapidly. “I need a drink,” she said and swayed her to her chair. I kept my hand down my shorts. I didn’t see any reason to disguise what I was doing. Shy’s left breast showed a slight redness. Cee certainly wasn’t a gentle fondler. Those fingers of hers enjoyed causing a hint of pain, of bite, I realised. She sipped from her wine and glanced down at my hand, the head of my cock. I paused. “You don’t have to stop, but that’s not coming anywhere near me. It would just over compli-cate things if they aren’t ...

... already complicated enough! If you know what I mean?” I did. She was happily married and what was unfolding at this point in time, was just a mo-ment, a dip into a fantasy; never to be repeated, or so I thought at that point in time. To be frank, even though I had instigated the first move, Cee now seemed to be in control and I was more than content, for obvious reasons, to let it be so. “I understand,” I said, aware that she was again focused on Shy and that she had returned her hand to beneath her blouse and was eagerly squeezing a nipple. I let her continue, shar-ing the moment as I softly stroked the sensitive head of my cock. Again, she bit her lower lip as her hand worked angrily on her breasts. Shy stirred ever so slightly and the towel shifted near her waist, revealing more of her belly and a hint of what lay below. Then she emitted a soft snore and it was easy to ascertain that she was, again, solidly asl**p and back into the land of d***ken oblivion. “Do you want to see more of her?” I asked quietly, my breath out of sync. ..PART TWO TO FOLLOW. THE FULL STORY IS AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.COM AS KINDLE DOWNLOAD. TITLED "A CRACK ON THE BEACH."