Silver Chain, Wet Skin (L)

3 days ago

The scent of salt still clung to the air, a lingering reminder of the day’s sun-drenched swim. My skin, slick with sweat and sunscreen, felt deliciously exposed as I turned, a slow, deliberate display designed to ignite the heat within you. The mesh pareo clung to my hips, a tantalizing tease, while the silver belly chain and anklet shimmered, catching the light like captured starlight. The pose was carefully constructed – delicate breasts, firm buttocks, all deliberately showcased, an invitation you couldn’t refuse. Your slow nod, followed by the lick of your lips, confirmed my suspicions; you were already consumed by my allure.

Moving to stand over me, near the bed, I adopted a provocative stance, turning slightly to face you, my hip deliberately jutting out, a silent challenge and an undeniable invitation. The rocking and twisting of my hips, thumbs hooked in the band of the suit bottom, was an intentional display of dominance, a playful assertion of control designed to stir your desires. “You want these off?” you asked, your voice a silken whisper, the feigned innocence masking the raw hunger in your eyes. The wicked grin that followed was a confirmation of your intention, a blatant acknowledgment of the storm brewing within you.

Climbing back onto the bed, kneeling and straddling my upper torso, I felt the heat radiating from your thighs against my chest, a tangible expression of your arousal. The faint, musky scent clinging to your skin intensified, a potent cocktail of desire and anticipation. You reached down, your hand tracing the outline of your suit bottoms, then sliding into the band, your index and middle finger extending, teasing and probing. Bringing it back out, holding those fingers aloft, you presented them to me as an offering, a visual promise of pleasure to come. Gently parting my lips, you brought those fingers to my tongue, allowing the savor of your nectar to coat my taste buds. The moan that escaped me was a primal response, a pure expression of the pleasure you were delivering. Sucking rhythmically at your fingertips, I surrendered completely to the sensation, craving more, needing more.

Sitting up straight on your knees, moving your hips back and forth above me, you pulled the waist band of your suit bottoms tight, forcing the fabric up, clinging tightly against your lips. I moaned as I gazed at the covered outline of your vulva, your thick lips peeking out along the edges, tantalizing glimpses of the pleasures to come. Your nipples thrusting outwards against their covering, long and hard, thick, were a further invitation, an insistent plea for attention. You released the waist band and leaned forward, your hands finding a place on each side of my head. Moving your clad breasts closer to my face, a nipple brushing against my lips, you held my attention captive, drawing me deeper into your world. Catching the sensation, I opened my mouth wide, swallowing the warmth, letting your touch ignite a fire within me. Moving your chest with your nipple in my mouth, you continued to moan, a sound both seductive and insistent. You then moved the other still covered nipple to my mouth and lips, and again, I tongue, suck, and nibble at it through the cloth. Your moans grew louder, each one a testament to the escalating pleasure.

Rising to a straight position, one of your hands tugged at the top of your suit bottom, drawing it down, revealing your beautiful body. You glided the other hand down your breast, your belly and down into your suit bottom, and as you began to touch yourself, I watched you with a mixture of fascination and desire. Reaching past the fine hair covering your mound, you stretched your fingers into the fold below. I could see how wet you were, your fingers beginning to glint with the transferred dew. Applying pressure to the top of your treasured vulva, you let out a deep sigh, signaling your discovery of the source of your pleasure.

Your head fell backwards with another sigh, as you began to gently massage yourself. You reached into your suit with the other hand, parting your lips, and I saw a finger enter into the moistness of your intimacy, of your sex. Transfixed by your passion, I watched as you increased the movement of your finger. Your hips began to move to and fro, a rhythmic dance of arousal. Suddenly, you stopped your movement, standing up straight. Your hands were a blur as they removed your pareo, suit bottom, and then your suit top, revealing your unbelievable, sensual, sexy body, highlighted only by the delicate belly chain and anklet. You reached for the bottle of lubrication from the corner of the mattress and moved it to your right hand. Using both hands, you dribbled several drops of slick liquid onto my fingers. Rubbing my fingers together, I dispersed the slickness over and around, preparing myself for the upcoming pleasure. Tossing the bottle towards the foot of the bed, you crawled on all fours, straddling my right arm, moving closer and closer to my body. Continuing this crawling until you reached my chest, you leaned down and kissed me with urgency, your tongue pushing further and further inside my hungry mouth. Breaking the kiss, you crawled over my chest with your hands, your hands finding a place on the left side of my head; your knees were on the right side of my torso, my right arm directly beneath you between your knees. Your breasts floated above my face, just inches from my eyes and wet awaiting lips.

“Finger me, all of me, my pussy and my clit, now. But your one hand only.” The words hung in the air, a command laced with challenge and desire. Without hesitation, I reached up with my slick fingers and complied, my thumb finding your clit. The sensation was immediate and intense, a wave of pleasure washing over me. I watched as you tilted your pelvis and pressed into my hand and fingers, the pleasure escalating with each movement. Your clit was hard and exposed from beneath its hood, a visual testament to your arousal. Gently flicking and rubbing it with the tip of my thumb, I elicited a very breathy groan from you, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. You pressed harder, the groan becoming louder, as if you were trying to communicate the depths of your pleasure. You then sat back onto your heels and my hand, your left breast touching my lips. I opened my mouth wide, devouring it as I had the first, and you continued to move your breasts against my face, your nipples thrusting outwards. My tongue found its way into the folds of your flesh, exploring every inch of your body. You continued to massage yourself, your hips moving rhythmically, while I lost myself in the sensations, my body responding instinctively to your touch.

As you cummed hard, your body convulsed, and a muffled scream of ecstasy escaped your lips. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that it felt as though my entire body was vibrating with the force of it. You withdrew your intimacy from my hand, pulling your breast from my lips, the feeling of my touching them becoming too pleasurable. You seemed spent, for a few seconds, before you raised your head up, your eyes meeting mine with a look of renewed desire. You are still overcome with desire and need.

You move astride me, lowering your hips to my groin, the anticipation building with each movement. Your hands are on my shoulders, your breasts red, nipples erect. Your clad breasts are close to my face, a nipple rubbing against my lips. I watch you as you begin to touch yourself. Reaching past the fine hair that covers your mound, you stretch your fingers into the fold below. I can see how wet you are, your fingers beginning to glint with the transferred dew. Touching the top of your treasured vulva, you apply pressure, a deep sigh escaping your throat as you found your clit.

Your head falls backwards with another bit of pressure, another sigh. You begin to slightly massage yourself, your hips beginning to move to and fro above me. You pull the waist band of your suit bottoms tight, forcing the fabric up, tight against your lips. I moan as I look at the covered outline of your vulva, your thick lips slightly revealing themselves along the edges. I see your nipples thrusting outwards against their covering, long, hard, thick. You let go of the waist band and lean forward, your hands now on each side of my head. You move your clad breasts close to my face, a nipple rubbing against my lips. I catch it in my mouth. You move your chest with your nipple in my mouth, your moans continuing, growing louder with each passing moment. You move the other still covered nipple to my mouth and lips. Again I tongue, suck, and nibble at this nipple through the cloth. You moan even more.

You sit up straight. One of your hands tugs at the top of your suit bottom, drawing it downward. I can see your beautiful mound and just the very top of your sensuous vulva. You glide the other hand down your breast, your belly and down into your suit bottom. I watch you as you continue to touch yourself. You reach past the fine hair that covers your mound. You stretch your fingers into the fold below. I can see how wet you are, your fingers beginning to glint with the transferred dew. You apply pressure to the top of your treasured vulva, letting out a deep sigh.

You sit up straight. One of your

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