Ethan and Chanel 26 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 26

... unintentionally presented. Her exceptional beauty can be intimidating, but when you talk to her and realize she’s the sweeting fucking person you’ll ever know, it’s a bit easier to bask in her presence. Everyone loves her. I’m chatting with Megan when Chanel comes gliding back from another skimboard run, stopping short when the board threatens to become unsteady. A guy covered in tattoos walks up to her when she snatches her borrowed board from the water. They talk and she laughs, just radiating charm. Chanel’s eyes flicker to me and it’s then I realize I’m just blatantly watching her. I try to turn my attention back to Megan, who’s been lingering close by me all morning. She’s a babe. Definitely wants my nuts. But she’s certainly not the girl I came here with, and my eyes find Chanel again. I watch her take a step toward the group and he steps with her, walking beside each other as they talk. I can tell by the subtle way her cheeks heat this isn’t ordinary conversation. Tattoos glances at me and back to her before he touches her shoulder, says something and walks away. “One second,” I hold up a finger to Megan --who I hope wasn’t in the middle of speaking-- and head towards Chanel. She hands the skimboard to someone and turns to me when I come to stand beside her. Chanel looks up at me hesitantly, probably thinking I’m curious about her exchange with Tattoos. I'm sure I know what it was about, but truthfully, I don’t give a shit, because I’m about to handle it right now. ...

... “Hey, remember that favor you owe me?” I ask smirking down at her and she looks confused. “Yes,” she says almost sounding like a question. “I think I’d like to use it now,” I say, tilting my head as I look at her. “What do you want?” she asks me, a little nervous, yet curious. “I’d like you to kiss me,” I reply in a low voice and watch her gaze flicker to my lips and back to my eyes. “Yeah?” she asks looking excited. I nod my head and my hands find her neck, pulling her to me. I kiss her slowly, making sure she feels every line of my skin against hers. Her manicured nails caress my jaw, stroking along the stubble she loves and I nip at her lip. Chanel hums and I pull my hands from her hair to reach down and grab her thighs. I pick her up without breaking our kiss and she hums again, trapping my torso between her legs as I easily hold her weight above me. The ocean water licks at my ankles, the buzzing of conversation around us, but we don’t give a shit. One hand on her firm ass, the other on her lower back, I move my mouth eagerly against hers, tasting her deliciousness. Chanel keeps my face in her hands and has no reservations about returning my enthusiasm, her barely covered breasts pressing against me. I briefly hope Tattoos, Ryan, and every ass hole who eye fucked her today is watching. I didn’t want to monopolize her, especially because we aren’t even together, but in these rare moments when we decide to let the world in and give a taste of what exactly goes on between us, ...