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Dirty Talk

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

holding Rupali’s shoulder. “You’ll hold me up, won’t you babe? Duck down so I don’t have to reach, will you.” “I don’t want your drowning corpse taking me down too. Hold onto Spike; he’s getting flirty and needs a distraction.” I paddled over to Spike and put one hand on the slope of his muscular shoulder. “OK?” I asked. “Very OK,” he said, and I felt a warm tingle even through the cold water. As the next swell passed through, Spike had to jump to stay above it. I pushed down on his shoulder to keep my head above water and ended up pushing him back under. He came back up spluttering but laughing. “Don’t worry,” I smiled. “I didn’t get dunked.” “What a relief,” he said ironically, spitting out water. “How about you hold on a bit tighter so that when I jump, you come with me?” That sounded like an invitation; I didn’t need a second one. I pulled in close and clung to him like a baby on her mother’s hip; my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. I was slightly front-on with a breast either side of his pectoral muscle and my vagina settled onto the point of his hip bone. Happy, happy girl. I smiled at him, our faces now just a few inches apart. I looked over at Rupali. She was still smiling – not jealous – and all was going to plan as far as she was concerned. “Missing me?” I asked. “On the contrary,” she said, walking over to us. “Now whenever I want you I have you right here.” She leaned in placed a hand on Spike’s chest as she kissed me, passionately and open ... mouthed. “You don’t mind, do you Spike?” He shook his head. “All good.” “Excellent!” said Rupali, planting a short, sweet kiss on Spike’s lips. He looked at me, confused and wondering what sort of jealous fight he might have got in the middle of. I leaned in and gave him a little kiss too. “Just roll with it, Spike.” Another swell was right on top of us. “Wave!” I said, giving Spike a squeeze. He jumped a bit late but kept our heads above water, his hip grinding painfully into my labia. I had to wriggle against him to open up my pussy under my bikini so that my entrance settled on his hip rather than my labia. Comfortable again, I looked back at his face, but he had his eyes closed and was taking a deep breath. Poor Spike. I gave him a cuddle to make him feel better. We stayed out for nearly two hours, playing, splashing and chatting. Rupali wanted to go and lie in the sun and if I wasn’t there she was going to oil that long gorgeous body on her own. I gave Spike another little kiss and hopped off his hip. “You coming in?” “Soon,” he said. “I’m going to body-surf a few waves.” And maybe wait for that that bludgeon in your shorts to go down , I thought. Back on the beach, Rupali towelled her long hair dry while I watched Spike expertly swim onto the crest of a small wave and ride it into the shallows. “Did I overdo it?” I asked. “No, you were perfect sweetie. God, you were so hot and vulnerable I wanted to fuck you.” “You say the sweetest things, babe.” “My turn though,” she ...