Chanel and Ethan 28 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 28

... flood of butterflies, and I chew on my lip. I shouldn't like that so much... but I do. We finish our food and it's established on the way to... wherever we're going, that Tawni knows as much as I do about today's plans. Tommy, however, is in on the secret. I really don't care though. As long as I'm with Ethan, I'm having fun. By noon we end up on a nearby island, rent a Jeep, and stop at a water sports shop. "We need to rent boards," Ethan says, looking down at me. He's taking me surfing. I smile a wrap my arms around his chest, hugging him. He laughs and hugs me back. Before we left for Puerto Rico, I told him how badly I wanted to surf again. It's been almost five years, and I'm fucking stoked. We pick our boards, strap them to the Jeep, and cruise until we find Navio beach. We definitely needed the four wheel drive. There's not a cloud in the sky, the temperature a perfect 72, and the water is lapping at the powder white sand. The wind is hitting the coves just right, the waves picture perfect, ready to be ridden. Now I know why Ethan wanted us to work out this morning; to prepare us for the surf. There's not too many people here, but they're all around our age, and they're almost all surfing, too. We pick a spot near the lush vegetation and set down our shit. I strip down to my bikini, watching Ethan rid himself of his shirt, and we all start waxing our boards, talking about other places we've surfed. Apparently Tawni and Tommy have been surfing a lot back in Australia. ...

... Tommy's the only one of us with a shortboard, and I'm curious to see how pro he really is. Ethan went last year with Robert back in California. "I like that on you," Ethan says when we're finished, eyeing the pure white rash guard clinging to my torso and arms like a second skin. The one he bought me just for this trip. I grab my long hair and start piling it on my head, smiling at him. "Thank you, I like yours," I say as he slips on his own, long sleeved, black, complimenting his muscular chest, shoulders and arms. He smiles his 'I know I'm cute' smile, and bends down to kiss me. My fingers tie up my messy bun, then grab his face to kiss him back. He moves his mouth with mine, his hand holding me at my lower back. I lightly lick his top lip on my last pull, and he smiles. "Come on, let's go see how hardcore you really are," he says, and I laugh. "More hardcore than you." "We're about to find out," he retorts, and we grab our boards. Tawni comes next to me carrying her own funboard, and we gush like girls about how awesome the beach is. When we're paddling the outskirts of the waves, it really hits me that we're here, surfing. Then I look to Ethan next to me and smile, because none of this would have been possible without him. He knew I would love this, and he smiles back. Sitting upright on our boards, we wait for a wave, and when one starts to break close to us, Tommy catches it first. Damn is he graceful. I'm sure I won't look like that on my board, but when I finally do ...