Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass - Sex Stories

Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass

... was back in the pool.

An armful of soft, doughy flesh. Slippery, trying to escape. The bikini top is loose, making things worse. Flick it aside, try to get hold of something solid. Dig your fingers in, don't let it escape this time. In real life you'd only get one chance at this; make it count, be effective. Shit a brick, it's a tit. Don't worry, it's the wife of the mob boss. What's the worse thing that could happen, get shot?

Kick back, start swimming. Damn, you kicked her. Get some separation, start again. Hook her in tight, get her horizontal in the water, then a proper leg stroke. That tit is being squeezed too tight, she'll scream. Not yet, she's putting up with it. It's popping out of my fingers, have another go. There's a nipple, I can feel it in my palm. It's getting stiff, she's enjoying this. OK, go for it.

My jeans are tight, the water must be shrinking them. Kick harder, extend your feet, improve your technique, that'll double your speed. She's dragging in the water, holding my shirt. The air in the sleeves won't last long, will she start thrashing again?

I can feel her back against my chest. My breasts are against her skin, she'll be able to feel my nipples. They're stiffer than hers. I should have worn a bra, that'll teach me. The movement of her body is brushing my nipples, making them worse. But hers is as well. The weight of one breast flopped on my arm, the nipple of the other in my hand. Kick out, legs wide apart, force your feet hard ...

... together, push that water away. Damn, that nipple has slithered between my fingers. Now it's being pinched between my knuckles but there's nothing I can do about it.

The poolside is close now, there it is, I can see it. Okay, now's the time, release the tit, grab a hand. Damn that bikini top, I'm getting tangled up again. Climb out onto the side still holding her wrist, now reach for the other one. One in each hand, arms crossed. Heave up, the higher up she comes the heavier she is. As she comes up, she spins around to uncross her arms and she sits down perfectly on the tiled floor. Damn that was good.

Her bikini is almost gone, everyone will be getting an eyeful. They've seen it all before, let her worry about that. Shit, they're not looking at her, they're looking at me. They haven't seen much of mine before, don't clutch at them. don't be shy. You look good, girl. Be proud of what you've got.

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"We gather that you made contact with Dan while you were there, so you'll be aware now of some of the wider parts of the operation, we'll be having a little celebration on ...