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Dirty Talk

Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

something to look at if he decided to sneak a peek. I don’t know whether he did or not, but I didn’t catch him. We found a good park right near the beach and hopped out into the searing Sydney heat while Spike spent a few extra seconds in the privacy outside the driver’s door adjusting his erection before grabbing his towel and a bag from the back. “Are you surfing,” I asked. “No, the surf’s rubbish today,” he complained. “It’s too still. I might get a board out later, but if you girls want company …?” “What do you think, Belinda?” Rupali asked, winking at me. “He’s pretty cute. Will you get mad if I’m flirting with him instead of you?” “But you’ll still flirt with me a bit, right,” I pouted. “Of course sweetie,” she leaned down and kissed me on the lips. “And I can flirt with him, too?” I asked. “Sure sweetie,” she reassured me. “Just keep a lid on it; he’s already seen you naked and I don’t want him thinking you’re easy.” “OK, then,” I smiled. Poor Spike, he was following us back and forth like a tennis match; his eyes getting wider with each exchange. Rupali turned to him. “Good news, Spike: you’ve got two hotties competing for your attention today.” We each took an arm and walked him down to the beach. I pulled the arm I was holding and pressed it to my breast; this was going to be a good day. We found a patch of sand to ourselves and Rupali immediately dropped her beach bag, peeled off her sarong and ran for the water, calling back “Last one in is rubbing Reef Oil into ... me when we get out.” Spike pulled his singlet over his head, revealing a lean waist that was tanned and muscled to match his chest and arms. He looked at me, wondering whether he should conspire to be last in the water. “Go on,” I told him. “I need to screen up or I’ll be a lobster in ten minutes flat.” At times like these I envied Rupali’s brown skin; my milky complexion required SPF30+ even in winter sunshine. I watched Spike ran after Rupali and then screened my face, shoulders, arms, and the tops of my breasts; the rest could wait until I got out of the water. I ran down the beach and found them just out beyond the breaking waves, bobbing with each swell as it passed. The tide was in and it got deep quickly; I was still several metres away from them when I got out of my depth and had to swim, ducking under the waves as they broke over me. When I got out to them I couldn’t touch the bottom at all; Spike was up to his neck, but at 6’1” the water came only just past the top of Rupali’s pink bikini. With each trough that preceded a wave, her full breasts bobbed tantalizingly on top of the water. “Are we going to stay out this deep?” I asked. “Cos I’ll last about two more minutes treading water and getting dunked by the swells.” Spike looked concerned. “If we go closer in we’ll be under the break,” he said. “I can take it, but I don’t think Rupali’s bikini top can.” He smiled. “Just so we’re clear, I’m all in favour of moving closer in.” “That’s OK,” I said, reaching up and ...