Ethan and Chanel 26 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 26

... Caught. Smooth Ethan. “I know how to swear at someone is spanish, though that’s not very helpful here,” I reply, looking where the endless blue meets the powder white sand. “That may come in handy,” she says with encouragement, obviously trying to be funny. “You’re right. Between you wearing that and the abundance of whiskey consumed on this island, I may need to use what I know,” I tease her and she laughs. “I got this because you liked it,” she claims and leans back on her hands, her knees bent in front of her. “You’re absolutely right. What was I thinking?” I ask and tug on my thick hair. “Well, what would you like me to do?” she asks, tilting her head to look at me. “You’ll do whatever I want?” I ask facetiously, and she smiles widely. “Sure,” she says, playing along. “Hmmm... I think I’ll hold onto this favor until later,” I say, and she laughs. “Oh yeah?” “Yep. Raincheck,” I reply, and she shakes her head. “Just keep the punishment in the same ballpark,” Chanel says and starts pushing her toes into the sand. I smile internally. If she knew the kinds of punishment I’d like to explore with her, she’d probably slap me. I’m fairly certain I would do a lot of things with this woman. Many... many naughty things. Chanel gets in the water before me, walking through the waves lapping at the shore. I discreetly pull out my phone and when she looks at me I tell her to smile. She doesn’t hesitate to grin at the camera, my phone producing a vivid replica of the perfection standing ...

... before me. She seriously looks so incredible, a couple of girls walk up to her and ask to get a picture with her. Chanel blushes and asks if they’re serious. The two girls have to be in their early twenties, college kids probably. They compliment her until she agrees and Chanel offers I take it for them. I jump up to help and they all grin, the blonde one eyeing my bare chest as Chanel stands between them, her arms draped over their shoulders. I snap a few pictures, their tight bodies wrapped in little swimming suits press together as they stand closely. Fuck yes. Another girl hollering and laughing comes running towards us and jumps next to blondie. “I need to be in this too!” she exclaims, evidently a friend of the other girls. She’s much shorter than the other three and stands in front striking a pose so I take a few more, laughing internally about how crazy this is. Total strangers acting like Chanel’s a famous model or something. People do come to this beach to see and be seen, though. A larger group of people a short ways down the beach are yelling at our new friends. A guy in green board shorts walks up to join us as all the girls are saying thank you and I hand back their phone. “Isn’t she beautiful?” the brunette asks green board shorts. His eyes rake over Chanel and he nods. “Sorry about them.” He smiles at her, referring to his outgoing friends. “It’s fine, I’m flattered.” Chanel smiles. “What’s your name?” the brunette asks her. “Chanel,” she replies and they shake ...