Black Bikini Bliss

The salty air hung thick and heavy, carrying the scent of sunscreen and something undeniably more primal as I stepped out of the hotel room. My eyes immediately locked onto Tammi, a slow, deliberate appraisal that sent a familiar shiver tracing its way down my spine. She was a vision in black, a tiny, barely-there bikini clinging to her curves like a second skin. The stark contrast of the dark fabric against her pale skin highlighted every inch of her body – the generous swell of her breasts, the firm curve of her stomach, the flare of her hips. It wasn't just about her looks, though; there was a raw, untamed energy about her that drew me in like a moth to a flame. A playful smirk danced on her lips as she watched me, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“So you approve?” she asked, her voice husky and laced with a hint of invitation.

“Ummm, yes!” I managed to stammer, my voice thick with desire. It wasn’t a lie. The sight of her, so vulnerable and exposed, ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore.

We headed down to the beach, the sand warm beneath my feet. She lay back on her towel, offering me a bottle of lotion with a knowing glance. As I knelt beside her, the scent of coconut and vanilla filled my nostrils, further intensifying my arousal. Gently, I began to rub the white cream onto her belly, her skin soft and yielding beneath my touch. The warmth of her body radiated through my hands as I moved upward, tracing the curve of her ribs, up to the delicate underside of her breasts. The lotion created a slick, luxurious sensation, and I found myself lost in the pleasure of her presence.

As I continued to massage her, I increased the pressure, focusing on the sides of her breasts, teasing her with my fingertips. Her lips parted slightly, a low moan escaping her throat as she succumbed to the escalating sensation. Reaching for the tops of her breasts, I continued to work my way down her chest, feeling the subtle tremor of her muscles beneath my touch. Her nipples, already swollen, began to press against the top of her bikini as I caressed her neck and shoulders, sending shivers of anticipation through her entire body.

“Michael, I love your hands all over me,” she whispered, her voice laced with longing. “Mmmmm.”

My focus sharpened, my movements becoming more deliberate, more intense. I started applying lotion to her legs, sliding my hands up the inside of her thighs, savoring the feeling of her skin against my palms. She responded immediately, her muscles tensing as she spread her legs apart just a little, revealing the glimpse of her black thong, wet with anticipation. A gasp escaped her lips as I pressed my fingers against her vaginal opening, feeling the delicate tremor of her body as I prepared for what was to come.

“Roll over,” I commanded softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Quickly, I moved my hands across her back, kneading and squeezing, enjoying the way she arched her back in response. Then, I shifted my focus, spreading the cream down her thighs and calves, her body quivering with pleasure as my hands slid back up her legs. As they reached her hips, she spread her legs even further, her tiny suit slipping down, exposing her puffy mound to my eager gaze.

My attention immediately shifted to the source of her pleasure, my hand finding her clitoris, the sensitive flesh throbbing beneath my fingertips. Her scream pierced through the air, a mixture of pain and ecstasy as I began to rub her clitoris hard and fast, pushing my fingers deep into her body. She writhed and moaned, her hips thrusting against my hand as she desperately sought release. As I continued to stimulate her clitoris, her pussy began to spasm, squeezing my thumb as she fought to control her arousal. Her breathing grew ragged, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Driven by an insatiable desire, I shifted my focus, hooking and pulling her suit out of her legs, my index finger finding its mark on her clitoris, while my thumb pushed into her pussy. The scream that erupted from her was primal, raw, and filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure. She wiggled against my fingers, desperately trying to maintain control, her pussy spasms intensifying as she thrust her hips and pussy back to fuck onto my fingers. The heat of her body radiated through my hand, fueling my own arousal.

Looking around, scanning the beach for any signs of life, I realized we were completely alone. Taking advantage of the privacy, I moved my body between her open legs, pulling out my swollen, hard cock, a testament to the intensity of my arousal. Her moan was a desperate plea, a silent invitation that I couldn't resist. As I removed my fingers from her pussy, driving my cock deep inside her, I could hear the frantic slapping of my balls against her clitoris, a rhythmic accompaniment to our passionate encounter. Her pussy pulsed and contracted around my shaft, her body arching in response to the overwhelming pleasure.

Suddenly, she let out a piercing shriek, a desperate cry that echoed across the empty beach. Her hot honey poured forth, a torrent of liquid pleasure that stained her legs red and white with our combined release. The sight of her, so vulnerable and exposed, was both exhilarating and deeply satisfying. As they approached us, a group of people, their faces a mixture of curiosity and amusement, I quickly pulled back, severing our connection. The gushing flow of cum from both of us was undeniable, a clear indication of our shared experience.

Lying down beside her, I watched as she continued to shake and moan, her legs still parted, revealing the evidence of our passion. The red stains on her legs, combined with the white pools of cum, told a silent story of our encounter. As the onlookers passed by, their smiles and glances betraying their amusement, Tammi remained oblivious, lost in the afterglow of our shared pleasure. The salty breeze carried the scent of freedom and desire, a reminder of the raw, uninhibited experience we had just shared.

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