Tuft - Sex Stories

Tuft

His eyes grow wide when he sees me smouldering in my fishnet vest and neon pink microkini! I stretch my strong legs, flicking the grit off my scorched toes. My calves are socked with sand. I’ve acquired a healthy tan. He stashes away his sunglasses, strips off his t-shirt and joins me on the beach mat. I smile approvingly at his rugged looks: his sunken cheeks, his lean brown torso, the smooth, chiselled chest, his flat stomach, finding his manly physique appetising. Apart from his sexy, swarthy facial growth and scruffy copper hair, his body is bald. His ruby lips demand closer inspection by my discerning tongue, as do his dark honey nipples!

A lusty lump forms in my throat as he watches me disentangle my breasts from the netting.

‘Rub some oil on my back, would you?’

He places the bottle of suntan oil near my body. The squeezy bottle is half-full. He’ll need to apply its contents sparingly to make the fluid last. He squeezes a blob of oil onto his palm.

‘Lie on your front then.’

I tie back my hair with a pink elastic band and roll onto my front, my chin resting comfortably on the backs of my hands. Excited, I grip the edge of the beach mat. One of my knees slides off, burrowing a hole in the sand. Although his tender touch will caress the whole of my body, he lightly covers my buttocks with a soft towel to protect them from the sun. He’ll soon strip it off me when my skin falls under his soothing magic spell.

‘Like this, you mean?’

He nods. ...

... Delicately, he glides his hands over my sunburnt shoulders and neck, up and down my arms, kneading warm oil into my sore flesh. He gently rubs my back using long, deep strokes, pressing his chest against me. I feel his hot breath on my cheek and fleeting kisses on my ear lobe, jaw, neck, and spine. Slowly, softly, his tongue licks my lower back. I quiver as he strips away the towel and spreads my legs apart. He massages my soft inner thighs his fingers lightly brush my groin.

‘How does that feel?’ he asks.

‘Mmmn. Feels good!’

The flaming hot sun beats down, searing our bodies. I roll onto my back. Once I’ve settled, he lubricates my chest, pouring oil on my tanned breasts: ruddy brown, puffy from the sea’s kiss.

‘Be gentle with them, they’re sensitive.’

He massages my shoulders, working his way up and down my arms, using balm to lightly skim my breasts with the palms of his hands, pausing to tease my stiff teats, circling both my bronze nipples, sending blissful sensations tingling down my body. Breathing heavily, taking in deep gasps, I slip out of my microkini. His jaw falls at the sight of me naked, uninhibited. My beauty intoxicates him. I lick my lips salaciously, my eyes half-shut.

He grips my chin, staring at my eager face, ‘We can’t, Isla, not here.’

‘Why not? It’s a nudist beach, isn’t it?’

‘Someone might see us.’

‘The beach is empty.’

I hear the far-off cry of a lonely seagull, the wash of sea on sand. We embrace. I hold him tight, enjoying his ...