June's Vacation Days 2-4 - Sex Stories

June's Vacation Days 2-4

On day two, June wanted to go to the beach. The Pacific Ocean was an azure blue with warm, soothing waves. It was a perfect day. Like most guys, I wore a plain old black boxer bathing suit. June chose a different style of beachwear.

She wore a beach jacket to cover herself. When she decided to remove the cover, there was a surprise underneath. June had on a copper one-piece slingshot suit. In the front, the suit was cut down to her navel, and the rear view was to the crack of her ass. June looked hot.

Down on the beach, I got us a couple of beach chairs. We positioned them with the perfect ocean view. June looked spectacular. Her lightly tanned skin, the slingshot suit, and the ocean were a sight. The guys on the beach were scoping every inch of June's body. Her 36C tits were on display in the late-morning sunshine. She knew the beach patrons were watching her, so June gave them a show.

June left her beach chair and ran into the ocean. When she entered, the surf splashed on her suit, and her nipples started to get rock-hard. As she played around in the water, her tits jiggled. June was putting on quite a show for all to see. So, after her performance, she returned to dry off in the tropical sun.

"June, you are evil," I said.

"Whatever do you mean," commented June.

"You should be the poster girl for the Exhibitionist Hall Of Fame," I told June.

There was a smirk on June's face that turned into a shit-eating grin. "You are just misinterpreting my ...

... actions," she said.

"Like Hell! You know precisely what you are doing at all times. It has been quite a metamorphosis from a shy, conservative widower to a mature, sensual hottie. It has been astonishing," I replied.

June turned to me and responded, "I don't see you complaining."

Then, she leaned over in her chair, touched my rock-hard penis, and whispered to me, "I love keeping a smile on your face."

I nodded, "Yes," and realized what FWB meant. We spent the rest of the day on the beach, getting sun, relaxing, and teasing each other.

Around four o'clock, the beach started to empty. June and I decided to stay another hour. After about fifteen minutes, the place was almost completely deserted. There was not a soul within one hundred and fifty feet of us.

For once, I attacked June. My hand snaked its way under her bathing suit and proceeded to her clit. She jumped in her chair and went right for my manhood. I gave June's clit a massage and my undivided attention. June's breath quickened as she started to squirm in the chair. Low guttural sounds and filth started spewing from her lips.

In a whisper from her, I heard June utter, "Right there, ooh yes, Fuck that feels so good. Matthew, a little harder; I can't wait to cum."

As I was pleasing her, June's grip on my manhood tightened. Now, she started a piston-like motion with her hand, putting a smile on my face.

Suddenly, she stopped moving her hand, and her body began spasming and twitching. I began to move my ...