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Dirty Talk

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

every bit as much as he did. With the next passing swell I pretended to lose my grip on his shoulder and washed away from him with the wave. Under water, I quickly slid my bikini off and tucked it into the rear strap of my top, taking care not to let Spike see it as I swam back over to him. “You need to hold on tighter,” I pouted, taking his hands and closing them around my narrow waist, his thumbs and fingers very nearly meeting in the middle. I reached down and took his dick in both hands, one closed around the tip and the other holding as much of the other end as I could manage. I wrapped my legs around his hips again, but this time I was front-on rather than sitting on his hip, holding his throbbing cock just before the entrance to my womanhood – invisible beneath the rippling water. Still under the illusion that he was to be getting a hand-job, his body quivered nonetheless at this much more overt sexual position. “Now I’ve got you where I want you,” I purred. “If you want me to keep going, I want to hear a dirty story about you and me.” “Huh?” Surprise lit his face as he realised this wasn’t going to be a free ride. “But I’m no good at it. I’ll just turn you off.” “All the more reason for you to try hard,” I grinned, squeezing his tool with both hands. “Go on,” I urged. “I’m getting bored and I might give up and swim back to the beach.” “Right … Hang on … OK … I’m on a surfboard … we’re both on it,” he began quickly. “And we’re fucking …” “Stop!” I interrupted. “You ... can’t start fucking me right at the beginning of the story. I’m a lady,” I grinned, batting my eyelashes. “I need to be wooed.” “OK. How’s this … I’m rescuing you on my board,” he smiled. “Why do I need rescuing?” I teased. “I’m a good swimmer.” “You fell off your jet-ski and bumped your head,” he said. “You were way out behind the break and by the time I got there you were unconscious and almost drowning.” “OK, that’s plausible,” I said, rewarding him with some slow strokes of his erection, still holding the tip near my pussy and stroking the other hand towards me. “Keep going.” “Right, so I check you’re still breathing, and you are, so I lift you onto the board and start swimming you back to shore.” “This is going to get good soon, right?” I asked suspiciously, holding his cock loosely to let him know he needed to sharpen up his act. “Sure. So I try to swim in, pulling you on the board, but you keep sliding off because you’re covered in Reef Oil.” “Is this story about me or Rupali?” I laughed. “Shush. Just go with me here,” he grinned. “Right. Shushing. Go ahead, Shakespeare,” I giggled. His swollen knob brushed against my open slit, causing me to squeak with surprise and close both hands in a death grip. I don’t think he noticed, or if he did he would have thought he had brushed against my bikini. Either way, his tool bulged under my fingers and it was all I could do not to just feed it straight into my hungry pussy. “So anyway,” he said. “I’ve hauled you back up onto the ...