Nora's Tale: 5 - Dawn Breaks, and So Does Lauren - Sex Stories

Nora's Tale: 5 - Dawn Breaks, and So Does Lauren

... gently, loosening my pussy up enough to push a second finger in. I closed tightly around her, moaning and panting from this new addition. “Such a pretty pussy,” Lauren cooed. “I knew the inside would be just as nice as the outside.” Lauren pressed her thumb against my aching clit, making me gasp and buck again. “Lift for me, my little slut.” Lauren’s voice was deeper, more gravelly. “Let me see that ass in the air.” This wasn’t the first time Lauren had called me a slut, but it was the first time it got me so hot. I obeyed her, arching my back and wrapping my toes around the edge of my board to keep me steady, offering Lauren better access to my cunt. Lauren thrusted her digits more firmly into me, and I rocked my hips backwards to meet her with each one, moaning louder and louder as my pleasure began to consume me. “That’s it Nora,” Lauren panted. “Give it to me. Come for me.” I wasn’t far, and I pushed myself as much as I could to get there. I pressed my aching breasts more firmly against my board and cried out in desperation for my imminent release. It was a small but noticeable wave of the ocean, lifting us up, that cause my own waves of pleasure to crash down on me. I clamped down on Lauren’s fingers, submerged deep inside me, the walls of my pussy quivering deliciously around her. My hips lifted up high, threatening to push me off balance and into the water, but I didn’t care. My board rocked beneath me, and I clung to it and Lauren’s fingers for stability. Slowly, ...

... Lauren pulled her fingers out of me and carefully replaced my bottoms. I slumped down on my board, by body rising and falling with each gasping breath, swaying on the gentle waves that mimicked the ripple of lingering sensation over my flesh. By the slant of my board, I knew Lauren was holding onto the side of it, walking her hands closer to the front. When I felt my head tip downwards a little from the added weight, I opened my eyes. Lauren was looking at me, a little smile on her face. The sun was rising just beside us, and it made the gold in her hair and eyes glitter, the droplets on her face shimmer. Behind her, the sky was streaked with beams of orange, the ocean gleaming its distorted mirror-image. “You are loud , girl,” Lauren said. I laughed breathlessly, trying to smile back. Lauren leaned towards me and left a long, affectionate kiss on my lips. “Now forget, if you want,” she said, pulling away with a smirk. “I won’t try again.” Her hand sought mine out, lying limp on the board, and squeezed it. “But I’ll always be here if you want to make a move.” Her words had a definite note of humor in them, but I could tell by her watchful eyes that she hoped I would. I squeezed her hand back and smiled a little more easily. “I’ll remember that.” I laid my head down on my board facing away from the sun to keep it out of my eyes. I realized that, in our engagement, we had drifted quite close to land. I squinted my bleary eyes, trying to make out a foreign figure on shore. “Who the ...