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Beach sex with Emma

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She hesitated for a moment, staring at me naked in her shower, then came scampering over and climbed in with me. I pulled her close and started kissing her again. We picked up right where we had left off on the bed, our lips locked, our hands exploring everywhere.

After a few minutes of kissing and touching and teasing, I slid both my hands down her sides to the top of her bikini bottoms. I hooked my fingers into them and started to push them down. Emma closed her eyes again and tensed up as if she was nervous. Surely, she’s been naked with a guy before, I thought. She’s seemed eager to go along with everything so far with no hesitation why would she be nervous about this? I didn’t stop to think about it long, I wanted her naked.

I pushed her suit down over her ass and let it drop to her feet. She stepped out of it, then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled up close to me. We stood like that under the beating water for a while. Kissing, lightly touching each other and holding each other tight. My cock pressed tightly up against her belly, I wanted so bad to push her up against the wall and penetrate her. Instead, I grabbed the soap. I lathered her up and cleaned every inch of her body, and I mean every inch. Her skin which was perfectly smooth and silky normally, in the shower, all wet and soaped up, was like sliding my hands over glass. I loved the feel of her body.

After about fifteen minutes of exploring and washing each other, I turned the ...

... water off, told her to wait there, and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a huge bath towel, gave myself a quick dabbing here and there so I wasn’t completely dripping wet, then grabbed the corners and stretched my hands out wide for her. Every time I looked at her, Emma became more and more beautiful. When she stepped out of the shower, naked, tan, the water glistening on her skin, that dimpled smile on her face, she looked like a goddess.

She stepped out of the shower and into my open arms. I wrapped the towel around her and pulled her close into me. As I rubbed here and there, blotted there and here, and dried her off. I leaned into her, kissing her lips, and neck, and shoulders, and licking the small beads of water off of her. Once again, she started moaning with every touch.

I led her back to the bed and unwrapped her. Then I pushed her down and climbed up on top of her. We kissed for a moment again, then climbed fully up to the middle of the bed and got comfortable. Emma said nothing. She just lay back and closed her eyes, savoring every time I touched her. Her breathing became short and rapid, but every time I touched a new spot she would take in a deep breath, and then let out a long heavy sigh.

I couldn’t get enough of her body. I was amazed at how smooth her skin was. It was all I could think of. Every touch was smooth as silk. Soft and tender. I started to kiss from her mouth to her earlobes. To her neck. To her shoulders, down, down, down to her breasts. ...