Wet Tamara - Sex Stories

Wet Tamara

... wait five minutes." I reply still sitting, with a shake of her head and her busy putting her hair up in a ponytail. I then get on my knees and take my sweet time getting myself ready. All I wanted to do was stare at her crotch as she peed. But I had to play the game.

"I am feeling all hot and sweaty, and I need to cool down." She begs hurrying me along as in the corner of my eye she continues gently bouncing up and down. It's cute when she does it naked too.

What I really wanted to do was lie there and stare at her in her wet turquoise swimming costume and stroke myself and think of her naked. Whereas what I was doing was looking in my bag for nothing. I am playing this game too. I just need to kill some time before getting undressed. I came prepared. Her costume fitted her slim body beautifully. She would have looked amazing in a bikini. We can't have everything. She was genuinely concerned about her stomach. Every time she got naked with me; it looked great.

She is all giggly and excitable about swimming. The bouncing and wriggling standing there got more animated. Tamara can't keep still. The noticeable signs are getting more obvious. The performance was all for me. She is that good.

I take another gulp of water myself. I offer her the bottle; she rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out at me before she accepts taking a large gulp. "I promise I will have some more afterwards." She grins and hands the bottle back as she noticeably squeezes her skinny thighs ...

... together.

As we reached the edge of the water, I was busy trying to talk to her, taking my time. She distracted me as we paused for a kiss. We stopped, she smiled, then moaned. It's a romantic spot, breaking gentle waves, sun, and sand. What more do you want? There is no one around in our far corner. Then I feel it. We are so close together; she is a little shorter than me. My legs tickled and all of a sudden, my feet felt wet on the dry warm sand. Over the sound of the waves there was nothing to hear. I just know just looking into her blue eyes that her crotch is now a darker shade of blue. My arms drift down, and my fingers squeezed her wet buttocks. My fingers are very damp. I caress, she shrieks. Then steps back giggled, wiggling her hips, showing off her darkened wet crotch. The tease. Then turns and sprints into the sea "Race you!" She squeals looking back at me before shrieking as her feet touch the cool water.

I followed her in, yes it was slightly cold. I then released my own pressure as I walked through the breaking waves, as to just to catch up with her and give her a big kiss. As we stand there, I feel more warmth in the water. If I was to look down, I would be sure to see the telltale swirl of yellow fluids mixing between us. She kept some back for me.

Eventually after plenty of kisses and swimming around we get a little hungry, and head back into shore.

No sooner had we settled back on the towels, letting the sun do the last bit of drying off, and she ...