Wet Tamara - Sex Stories

Wet Tamara

... was again guzzling water. Just as she promised she would. I dug out our packed lunch. Just some simple tuna sandwiches and salted crisps. The plan just to keep her thirsty. I had also brought some cans of sugary cola. Just to keep our salts up.

With lunch finished, I was romantic and helpful as she laid out on her front squirting the sun cream into her back. Massaging in all over her skin. The large open oval in the back suit was not going to burn her skin on my account. My fingers made sure to go under the straps.

Lying there is peaceful and nice, the warmth on our backs, the sea lapping up against the beach. Feeling full and content, I almost fall asleep, until with her cute giggle she rudely awakens me from my near slumber.

"You need to roll over babes, you're burning on your back."

I grunt and roll over, she athletically springs across and straddles me. I look around the beach, we are still alone. I rest my arms on her sandy thighs. She is sitting on me guzzling water like it is going out of fashion. I never know what she is going to do next when she is in her mischievous moods.

"We can't do it here?" I say stroking her legs.

"I know." She grins and bends over and gives me a kiss.

It was then that she started teasing me as she gyrated her hips that my swimming shorts again felt damp. The minx was peeing on me. I reached up and briefly cupped her breasts.

I couldn't do anything more about it, we were in public. I just had to enjoy the delightful ...

... feeling of her urine flowing over my shaft, I couldn't help myself, I got hard as the warmth continued to tickle me as gushed through her swimsuit and through mine, all over me.

She rubbed her hand over my chest with her gorgeous smile, then wiggled her hips over me, and caressed my hard shaft through my shorts a couple of times before she stood up and bounced a couple of times before she grinned. "I'm ready for our next swim!" She smiled as I studied the large droplets dribbling down her sandy inner thigh.

"Right...umm. Give me a minute." I adjusted myself through my warm, soaking wet swim shorts.

She then skipped down the beach to the sea. Eventually I followed her. I just had to have a minute.

***

Late afternoon after checking in we both showered and removed the sand. Our costumes were thrown in the bottom of our bags wrapped up in the towels. She had treated me to one more wetting standing on the beach before we got changed and packed up.

With us both naked, I asked for sex and was told in no uncertain terms that I would have to wait. She then swiftly headed to the bathroom.

I had booked ahead, a rather nice fish restaurant down the road from the rental as my birthday treat meal. A short walk, no need to drive. It was right on the beach. The sort of place waves lapped up only ten feet away from the window. The dress code did not need to be too good, in the photos the sand came through the front door.

Tamara appeared from the bathroom and was looking ...