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Dirty Talk

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

Rupali’s thighs parted like the petals of an exotic flower. I could see the hot pink fabric of her bikini tapering down her bottom to a sheer two-inch strip as it dived between her open legs, barely covering her sex. It moulded over the curves of her labia and dimpled in the middle where her entrance sat wantonly open, wishing for something to plunge into the hot, silky depths within. Rupali was panting now, her breasts swelling and heaving beneath her. She tilted her bottom upwards, changing the angle of her vagina so that it was directly in the path of Spike’s approaching hands. Slowly he kneaded the long muscle of her thigh, each contraction of his hands bringing his fingers an inch closer to the tiny strip of pink fabric, the only barrier between his searching digits and the warmth and wetness that awaited them. His final stroke brought his thumbs to the edge of her bikini on the back of her thigh, the index finger of the hand between her legs almost brushing the thin covering protecting her womanhood. And there they stopped. Rupali moaned in frustration between gasps of passion as she pumped her hips, trying to encourage his fingers to complete their journey. “Please, sweetie. Please,” she begged. Spike looked over at me, his eyes feverish with passion, asking my permission to go further. I motioned for him to wait, but not to stop. I moved opposite to him and leaned close so that I could talk to Rupali in a low voice that only she and Spike could hear. “Rupali, you ... don’t really want me to rub your pussy, do you?” “Yes, I do. Please,” she moaned. “Well I’m sorry, it’s too late,” I said in a sexy, husky voice. “Spike is coming up from the beach now; he’s going to interrupt us.” “Oh no!” she sounded disappointed. “Oh, you should see him, Rupali,” I went on in the sexy voice. “The water is beading on his muscles and his shorts are soaking wet and clinging to his skin. I can see the contours of his cock, it looks hard; I think it’s hard for you Rupali. He’s looking between your open legs and … oh my goodness, there’s a split in your bikini! He can see right through it to your pussy! I can see it too, you dirty girl! It’s open and it’s wet and I think Spike wants it – I know I do – I can see it in his eyes.” I could hear Rupali’s rapid breathing and every few breaths she vocalised a moan as the heat and tension built up inside her. Spike was looking at me wide eyed; the fact that his fingers were just a heartbeat from Rupali’s wet entrance momentarily forgotten as he listened to me talking dirty. “Oh my God, Rupali, he’s pulling down his shorts. Oh holy … his cock is … oh it’s … Jesus … it’s beautiful, it’s perfect. He’s still looking at you – so open and so ready – and now he’s kneeling down between your legs. He’s stroking that perfect cock, pumping it, imagining how it will feel sliding deep inside you, pumping you until you come, ramming it all the way home until you beg him to stop.” “His cock is poised now,” I continued. “It’s just outside ...