Salty Skin, Wet Dreams

The Florida sun beat down, a relentless wave of heat and humidity, as we navigated the chaos of our extended family vacation. The air hung thick with sunscreen and the scent of saltwater, a familiar comfort after a long drive. It was a few days into the week-long trip, and the promise of a date night hung heavy in the air, usually a well-deserved respite from the boisterous family gatherings. Still half-asleep, I heard the rhythmic crash of the waves and noticed the salty breeze drifting in through the cracked balcony door, mingling with the cool air conditioning. The heat radiating from Krystal’s body beneath the covers created a perfect balance, a tantalizing warmth that made me hesitate to break free from the embrace of sleep. The thought of her, so close, so vulnerable, was a gift I didn’t want to relinquish easily.

My hand instinctively moved towards her back, finding her lying on her side with her back facing me. Slowly, I began to explore her form, my caress expanding upwards, reaching for the delicate hairs at the base of her neck. As I traced the curve of her spine, a shiver rippled through her body, a silent acknowledgment of my touch. I gradually retreated, returning south below her waist, and with the lightest touch, patiently traced the curve of her ass over her hip, then north again, following the line of her waist and up her side. The anticipation built with each gentle stroke, a silent conversation between our bodies.

As I reached her lower rib, she shifted slightly, her arm rising to rest just above her head, creating a space for my continued exploration. I felt her breath deepen as my fingers moved over the back of her hand and slid between her fingers, tightening my grip slightly. The sensation was electric, a thrilling reminder of the desire that simmered beneath the surface. Her inhale, a soft whisper of pleasure, only intensified my arousal. My fingers continued their delicate dance over the back of her hand, sliding between her fingers, pulling her arm up a little more, and hearing her inhale and relax with a whispered moan. The thought of her enjoying a little restraint stiffened my cock, and I reflexively pushed up against her ass, a primal response to her growing excitement.

I released her with my right hand but reached up with my left to keep her arm restrained, moving back down over her breast. Each finger took its time finding her nipple, anticipating the light pinch and pull. Her body tensed, eager for the touch, as my fingers fell into the valley between her breasts and down over her navel. She pulled loose, from my grip above her head, navigating the sheets to find the effect she was having on me. I knew I’d awakened her desire when she reached out to feel my hard cock. Her touch ignited an old fantasy, one I’d held close for far too long.

"Would you like your date night to be quiet and romantic?" I whispered, my voice low and husky. "Or one we’ll never forget?" The question hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation. Waiting for an answer, we both fell back asleep, lost in the shared pleasure of our stolen moments.

The next afternoon, we found ourselves at the beach, surrounded by the happy chaos of our extended family. The sun beat down, but the cool water offered a welcome respite. As the day wore on, Krystal seemed a little nervous about what "her master" had planned for her, but she decided to trust and enjoy it. The mystery and anticipation had taken hold, turning our casual conversation into something more charged, more intimate. She wore a slightly darker eye makeup, a short skirt that barely concealed her legs, and a low-cut top that teased at the curve of her breasts – a deliberate choice, a subtle invitation.

Walking to the car, I opened her door and as she took her seat, I savored the sight of her in her outfit. Her long legs, a slight gap disappearing beneath her flowing skirt, and her blond hair fanned across her breasts were undeniably captivating. As we pulled away and headed down the main road, she asked where we were going to dinner, and I told her it was her favorite place, but she’d need an appetizer first to help her relax. “You know,” I said, leaning closer, “I was wondering if you had packed your little toy.”

Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of hesitation in their depths. “That’s your job,” she replied, a playful challenge in her voice. “Looks like you’ll need to purchase one.”

I pulled into a CVS and she gave me a look that conveyed both surprise and exasperation. She reluctantly got out of the car, and I said with a wink, "Don't forget the batteries." I've always been the one to buy the toys, and I knew this was a stretch for her, but the awkwardness of the situation was strangely arousing. Besides, who’s going to know her in a town 10 hours from home?

She walked in, scanning the shelves, looking around just in case she recognized someone, before finding “that” isle. She looked around again to see if anyone was watching. There were a few different types, and she’d never tried a bullet-style before, so she grabbed one and headed for the checkout lane, a little nervous about what the attendant might think. There was a couple and an elderly lady in front of her, so she waited patiently, obscuring the item as much as possible while in line. Luckily, she encountered a professional woman attendant who rang up the item without a word. Krystal blushed slightly as she forgot to add a pack of batteries from the rack on the counter. The woman handed her the bag, saying, “Have a nice evening,” and revealing a slight smirk as she left.

She got back in the car, now smiling and a little proud of herself, showing me her purchase. The thought of her experience filled me with a potent mix of anticipation and arousal. "This will be fun to try out later tonight," she said, her voice laced with excitement. But as I pulled out of the parking lot and drove a short distance, I told her, "Unbox and clean it; you should try it out." She exclaimed, "What! Here, now… no! It’s still daylight, what if someone sees me?" I calmly replied, "I’m sure you can do it discreetly." She gave me the ‘you owe me big time’ look and said, “But there’s no way I’ll cum out in the open like…” stopping mid-sentence, she smirked as she noticed me pulling into the parking lot of an automated car wash.

“It looks like you have two cars before it’s your turn,” I said, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “You’d better get warmed up.”

She looked around, a mixture of disbelief and amusement on her face, as she started the vibes. She usually closed her eyes, but couldn't completely and was a little distracted by the surroundings, but also turned on by the deadline. Gradually, her head sank back into the seat, her shoulders relaxed, and her skirt was pulled higher. The car ahead of us finished up, and as I made the selections to pay, I told her we couldn’t go in there with her panties on. She would normally object, but in her current state of mind, she quickly stripped them off and threw them at me. Her soaked panties left no doubt that she was enjoying this.

I slowly pulled into the car wash, gotta get the undercarriage and rims clean, you know. 😉 I looked over to see my wife biting her lip and grinding with her bare shaved pussy on her now glistening vibrator. I began rubbing the bulge in my pants as the suds squirting on the window signaled the clock had started. The rinse cycle then began, and I knew the time was almost up. Just as the cycle stopped and the blower started, I could tell she needed something more. So, I unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock. She immediately reached over to feel my cock in her hand, sending her trembling over the edge, screaming “YES MASTER” over and over with the sound of the blower hiding her screams from the world.

I stopped before cumming, zipping up my pants while pulling out of the lot. We went on to enjoy dinner, without her panties, relaxed but still blushing from the memory we just made and enjoying some of the most intimate conversation, glances, and under the table touching we’ve had in a long time. After dessert, we followed the sound of crashing waves to the beach. Thanks to the New Moon, we enjoyed a private walk lit only by the stars and distant lightning. Holding hands, her heels dangling from her other hand, and the breeze tossing her skirt, we came upon a quiet stretch of dunes. Catching me off balance, she pushed me on to one while falling on top of me. Kissing me while unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock, she signaled with her hand on my chest to lay still as her breath moved down my body and her warm mouth enveloped my hard cock. Having been in a constant state of arousal from her all night, it didn't take long as it seemed the waves even synced with her rhythm, and I exploded into her as she sucked harder, wanting to swallow every last drop.

I awoke to one of the kids knocking on the door. She never responded to my proposal. We had a fun day with family at the beach, a quiet dinner with nominal conversation, then finished the night playing card games with the family. I’m thankful for the imagination God has blessed me with for my wife, but I struggle to understand her aversion to adventure and the memories that bond us. To keep this fantasy from becoming my curse, I share it with you to complete and enjoy.

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