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Title: Wet, Wild, and Wanton in a Bikini
The sun was scorching overhead, blazing down on the secluded beach. White sand stretched out in either direction as far as the eye could see. The turquoise waters lapped gently at the shore. It was the perfect hidden paradise.
And there I was, alone with nothing but my flimsy bikini and the gentle sea breeze caressing my sun-kissed skin. I walked slowly towards the water’s edge, feeling the warm sand squishing between my toes with each step. The skimpy triangles of fabric covering my breasts and barely-there bottoms left little to the imagination. Each sway of my hips made them tremble invitingly.
As I dipped a perfectly pedicured toe into the surf, a hedonistic desire came over me. My sex throbbed with need. Lying on the beach was completely exposed, but that’s what made it hotter. I stretched out on my towel, displaying my sinful curves for anyone who might happen by. But that’s the beauty of a private beach – no one would be around to disturb my little ocean-side tryst.
Tantalizingly, I untied the strings of my bikini top, allowing my full, perky breasts to bounce free. The sun-bleached waves meditation as they gently rolled onto the sand. My nipples, a dusty rose flush, tightened into stiff peaks in the warm salt air. I cupped my breasts, massaging them slowly, savoring the sensation of my manicured fingers kneading my sensitive flesh.
Warmth pooled in my core as desire bloomed between my thighs. Bleaching myself lazily, I untied the sides of my bikini bottoms and allowed them to fall away, baring my smooth, hairless pussy. I ran a finger along my glistening slit, shuddering as it parted easily. I was dripping wet, my arousal glistening on my fingers.
Cupping my mound, I circled my already swollen clit, pleasure zinging through me. I spread my legs wider, allowing myself full access to my sopping sex. My fingers sank into the wet heat as I pressed two thick digits deep inside me. Pulling them out, I brought them to my mouth, tasting myself. O dear, I was sweet as honey.
More aroused than ever, I rolled over onto my hands and knees. My heart-shaped ass was high in the air, on full display. I reached back and spanked my own cheek, not too hard but in such a way to pink my pale skin. The sting sent jolts straight to my swollen sex. More. I needed more.
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