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Beach sex with Emma

... hang of it and started laughing and squealing every time something didn’t fall over. She was so cute.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Emma” she replied. “What’s yours?”

When Mark and I had planned this week, we decided no real names. These were summer girls; the whole idea was to spend a week fucking their brains out and then never hear from them again. Although she was really cute, I didn’t see any reason to change that plan.

“Ben” I answered, using my other friends' name for the week.

Emma

We sat and worked on that sand castle for at least an hour. I have no idea whatever happened to Sophie, that was big sister’s name, but I was glad she wasn’t coming back. Emma said she was no doubt off trying to find one of the hot lifeguards to hop on, so she probably wouldn’t be back to be annoying anytime soon, even though their parents had told her to keep an eye on her little sister.

“Why would you need her to keep an eye on you?” I asked.

“My parents think I’m going to drown or something.”

I responded “Well considering I haven’t seen you even go near the water yet; I doubt you’re gonna drown”

She answered, “If I want to swim, I’ll go back to the house and swim in the pool. I’m not going out there with the sharks and the crabs and all those things that’ll grab you and pull you under”

I looked her up and down and answered “I’d grab you”

She looked back at me with eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, clearly surprised at that comment. Then she ...

... smiled back at me and said.

“You’re so bad!”

Yes. I am so bad. We got bored with building the sand castle, so we left it there for the tide to take care of and did some boogie boarding for a while. She acted as if she didn’t know what she was doing so I could teach her, giving me plenty of opportunities to grab her and help her up. She knew what she was doing. She clearly wanted me to touch her and grab her as much as possible. I was happy to oblige.

This, of course, led to sunscreen. All that falling and splashing washed it all off, so naturally, she needed to re-apply. Again, I was happy to oblige. We went back to her blanket. She lay down, and I proceeded to rub lotion over that entire body. That entire, sweet, soft, young, delicious body.

After doing her back, I rolled her over to take care of the front. Shoulders. Arms. Tummy. When I got to her chest, before I actually touched anything, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. I thought I heard her moan just the tiniest little bit, but that may have been my imagination. My hands may also have slipped under that bikini top as I applied the lotion. Sliding over those small, but rock-hard nipples. I looked around as I did this to make sure no one was watching. My hands lingered.

Emma kept her eyes closed, and this time I definitely heard soft little moans coming from her. I looked to see her biting her lip. She was definitely enjoying this, and so was I. However, she needed some on her legs too, so I started ...